Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 656

“So, Charlotte. It is our final day together tomorrow.”

Stretched out on my back, my Master is lying beside me, stroking my stomach and left breast, as we keep company together on the bed in his beautiful mirrored room. Candles glimmer and their multiple reflections cast a gloried shimmering light.

Michael, on the other side of me, is suckling at my right breast, a free hand stroking at my thigh.

We are not exactly in lustful mood, more sensual: occupying a kind of sexual hinterland resulting from several days of roller-coaster, carnal adventure after I auctioned myself and my virginity to my Master.

I am not a Virgin anymore.

“Yes, Master. Our final day.”

“I hope you have enjoyed our time together? No regrets?”

“No Master. It’s been wonderful. You - and Michael - have opened my eyes; changed my view of the world.”

Michael chuckles through his mouthful of my right nipple. My Master smiles. “I can imagine. To have been through your miserable non-marriage… I know it wasn’t your fault, but there must surely have been times when you questioned yourself?”

Sighing, “Yes, that’s true. There were times when I wondered if it was me. Was I so unattractive that my own husband wouldn’t or couldn’t…”

My Master taps me lightly on the breast. “No!” His word is sharp, but his voice gentle. “Not true, Charlotte. Unattractive? You are beautiful. Truly beautiful. Do you seriously think I would have paid what I did if you weren’t? Girls in sore need of money are not that hard to find, you know.”

Michael hums an affirmative kind of noise through his full mouth.

Now it is my turn to chuckle and I pull myself up to sit cross-legged on the bed, breaking loose from Michael. “I suppose so Master, but nonetheless, I mean every word I say. I’ve actually had a wonderful week, and I do want to say thank you. To both of you.”

My Master does not speak, but a slow, pleased smile breaks over his austere face. Michael sits up next to me, wearing a charmed expression.

“My name’s not really Charlotte, you know.”

“Of course, I know.”

“I don’t mind telling you now, who I am. I know you’re a good man, good men. I can trust you both. It’s…”

My Master presses a finger to my lips. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll always be Charlotte to me. And, I think I can speak for Michael that he feels the same…”

Michael, never too talkative, nods and smiles, then leans forward to kiss me, clasping the back of my head with one hand, pulling me in close, twisting me around to face him.

My body, so responsive now, instantly replies to him, a pang of arousal piercing me and I draw in breath sharply. What happened to my sexual hinterland?

Michael grins, knowing exactly what has just happened, his hand wandering to my right breast and I see him glance over my shoulder.

“Open your thighs wider Charlotte,” he says. “Bring your knees up.” With a little difficulty, we play human origami, until my thighs are wide and Michael is resting on his hands between them, face poised over my clit and pussy.

Supporting himself on one hand, he plays with my copper curls, winding them through his fingers. Down the length of my body, I want to see what he is doing, but my view forward is blocked by his long cock, probing my lips, and his balls, swinging behind. The thick shaft presses to my lips, urging them open again. As I take him in, he sheathes the head in my mouth, wriggling his hips in an invitation to suck it.

Sliding my eyes sideways, in the mirrors I see him, caging me beneath his body in the be-candled light, face hidden behind my thighs, but wisps of his golden hair spilling over.

His free hand slips between my labia, splaying them for his attention, exposing my aching bud and making my pussy gape. In the mirror, I see his head lower, then move and undulate, as he licks and chews at my mound.

Moaning uselessly through the cock gagging my mouth, I squirm and writhe, but fastened as I am under Michael, there is nowhere to move.

Beyond Michael in the mirror, my Master’s lean frame stands over us. He strokes his erection, twitching hard against his flat abdomen, his gaze alternating between Michael’s head between my legs and his rump above my face. Then he catches sight of me watching him in the mirrors, my eyes slanted sideways, face pinned by the thick shaft in my mouth. He watches me, studying my expression, enjoying my reaction to Michael’s working of my warming sex. My enjoyment of the cock I am sucking.

Michael’s breath is hot now over my pussy lips, as he descends lower. Curling down into me, his lips fasten around my bud, swollen, hot, sensitive. He mouths at it, sending pulsating pleasure rippling through me, my lips engorging, my pussy blooming and flowing.

My whole body is flushing. The skin of my breasts and belly blushes red, my face running with perspiration as the fires within burn.

Michael laps at me, sucking at my pussy lips, stretching them between his teeth, nibbling at my folds. My cunt surges, pulsing and bubbling hot juices which trickle away until he licks them from my glistening skin.

His hips, hovering over my face, are beginning to tremble, almost to vibrate, above me. Now, rather than let me work him with my mouth, he slides up and down, in and out in a slow face fuck which, I can tell, is taking him trouble to control. His balls swing against my eyes, scented delicately of arousal, sweat and masculine fragrance.