The Master's Child
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บท 1: Chapter 1: Target, Part 1
If you have not met Charlotte and her Triad previously
The Characters – Or 'What Went Before'
Charlotte:
Originally known as 'Jennifer Conners' (Jenny) when she was a child. Charlotte had a grim upbringing. Imprisoned in a 'Children's Home' known as 'Blessingmoors', actually an outlet for human trafficking, she never knew her mother and father, and was destined for a life as sex-slave.
To escape that life, Charlotte decided to go to university to give herself the education to make it in the world. To raise the funds to do so, she chose to auction herself and her virginity to the highest bidder.
James and Michael:
Charlotte's 'Buyer' was James, long-term Dom, architect-engineer, divorced and stinging from his first marriage. During a madcap week of wild sexual adventure (See 'Mastering the Virgin' – Box Set One - FREE Download), James introduced Charlotte to the pleasures of BDSM and ménage with his old friend Michael, who 'loves women'. Blond, and unusually handsome, Michael lived the life of the 'Bachelor Free' for many years until he met Charlotte.
Over time, James became Charlotte's Master. Michael became, first her 'Golden Lover', then her fiancée, and finally her husband. The three formed a Triad, now travelling through life in a three-cornered marriage.
Charlotte is now pregnant by James.
Mitch:
Michelle Kimberley - Charlotte/Jenny's mother. Driven to escape from a suffocating childhood, Mitch ran away from home at the age of fifteen. She survived by becoming a high-class courtesan, eventually becoming involved with:
Klempner:
Lawrence (Larry) Klemper: ex-mercenary and human trafficker. During an affair with Mitch, before understanding the kind of man he was, she became pregnant by him. Realising too late that she was involved with a dangerous criminal, she ran, eventually marrying Klempner's friend, Frank Conners, and passing Jennifer off as his child.
Klempner swore revenge, pursuing the couple. When Jennifer was two years old, Klempner captured her, imprisoning her in Blessingmoors. Mitch, believing her daughter was dead, went into hiding for over twenty years.
After events in which many truths were revealed, Klempner came to understand that he had not been betrayed and gave up his revenge. Regretting his past actions, he agreed to walk out of Mitch's life and to allow her to find happiness on her own terms.
Richard and Beth:
Richard Haswell, billionaire property developer and Dom, owner of a significant proportion of 'The City' and first, James' employer then his co-director.
Elizabeth: his wife and sub and related by blood to Charlotte.
Over time, the couple have become close friends with the Triad, and now are part of a developing polyamorous marriage. Richard and James share their pleasures with Charlotte. Michael is Beth's 'second husband'.
Now read on...
Michael - Eleven Weeks
I lie awake, an arm propped behind my head. Lying beside me; Charlotte, eyes closed, her breathing steady and slow. Beyond her, James, the rise and fall of his chest equally regular.
Richard and Beth are in the next room. Perhaps they're sleeping. I'm not sure. It seems to me I sometimes hear a low murmur of words.
But, my mind a-whirl, sleep escapes me.
Should I get up?
Make a coffee? Read perhaps...
But right now, I don't want to leave the bed or my sleeping wife. For her perhaps to wake and find me not here.
So, tossing and turning, I while away the darkness, watching slanted moonbeams make their slow progression across the carpet, then the bed, before finally fading. And now the first grey light of dawn creeps across the windows.
A blackbird chirrups its early arpeggio; a sweet melodic prelude to the full chorus that will follow.
And still my mind wheels and turns.
The sheer enormity of what Richard has offered me takes my breath away.
Beth.
Beautiful, sweet, submissive Beth. So like my own Charlotte physically. But so unlike in her every other way.
Richard's wife. His submissive. So much younger than he is.
And he has... What? Bequeathed her to me?
A second wife?
And Charlotte says she doesn't mind. Even encourages it.
As does James.
Why?
I roll onto my side, settling to watch my sleeping flame-haired beauty.
And gradually, it dawns on me that her breathing is not the slow steady rhythm of the sleeper...
She's not asleep...
Pretending?
"Charlotte?"
Her eyes flick open. Not the gradual flutter of the slowly waking, but the snap of the already conscious. And her gaze settles on me. In the daylight, that gaze would be emerald, but now, in the early dawn, she is a pattern of light and shade; a tracery in grey, her eyes a white gleam.
She shifts, crisp linen sheets rustling in the semi-dark and her hand cups my cheek. "You okay?" She leans in, brushing her lips over mine.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
Her body vibrates; quiet laughter. "I'm fine. Really, I am. Richard asked me before he spoke to you. So..." She strokes my face. "... Are you okay?"
"I'm not sure. It's hard to put into words..."
"Overwhelm?" A glint from her teeth joins that from her eyes.
"That's as good a description as any... Charlotte..."
"You're not changing your mind, are you? About Beth?"
"I'm... I don't know. Charlotte, are you sure you're alright about this? It's not every woman who'd be happy for her husband to have a second wife."
She chuckles. "It's not every man who would accept that his wife has two husbands. But you're right. If it were any other woman than Beth, no, I wouldn't have accepted it." The chuckle turns to a snort. "I'd have scratched her freakin' eyes out." Her voice softens. "But it is Beth..."
I reach for her, sliding an arm around her waist, pulling her, warm and yielding, to me
She snuggles close, contouring herself to my body, nuzzling into the nook of my neck and shoulder. "You smell good."
"Charlotte, I promised you on our wedding night that you would never have cause to regret marrying me."
"Yes, you did. And you never have given me cause."
"Not even now? A bit of partying with Richard and Beth on special occasions is one thing, but this..."
She pulls away, leaning back so she can look me in the face. "Have you changed your mind? Yesterday evening you agreed to it, but we were all there. If you said yes to Richard because you were feeling pressured or for the wrong reasons..."
"No, I wasn't pressured. That's not it. It's... you did spring it on me. You obviously all knew about it before. You'd discussed it. I had two minutes' notice."
She sits up, knees hugging up to the slight swell of her belly, pulling the sheets to her chest. "If you want to change your mind, you should do it sooner rather than later. Beth and Richard would understand if it happened now. Later..."
"I don't want to change my mind... exactly... But I wanted to talk to you about it. Talk it through. Last night, we didn't discuss anything... There was no opportunity to discuss anything... About how it would work. Are we a... a five-some? Or are we an overlapping couple and our Triad. Who would live where? Or when we might all meet up. Or... anything..."
"That's all detail."
"I know it's detail. We can work through it. But... but mainly... I have to be certain that you are alright with this."
"Michael, I've already..."
I cut her off, sitting up to look her in the eye. "Charlotte, I never expected to meet a woman where not only do I want to be faithful to her, I have no inclination to be otherwise. You never asked me to be faithful to you, but it's something I have always wanted to do for you. My gift to you. The only woman I've touched since you and I met is Beth herself, and you agreed, even encouraged that."
A finger of sunlight creeps across the carpet, the light turning from grey to golden. Her mouth twitches mischief. "How many have you had?"
"What? How many what?" I'm protesting, pretending innocence, but I understand exactly what she's asking. I simply don't want to answer her.
"Women. How many women have you had? Before me."
"I never counted."
The mischief dances into her eyes. "You never counted your conquests?"
"Women aren't conquests. And they're not numbers either."
She jerks a thumb to the sleeping James at her side. "Marcie said that the two of you had... what were her words? 'Worked every sub within twenty miles'..."
Fucking Marcie...
"How about your own past?"
Her forehead creases. "What about my past? You know how we met..." She colours up. "The Auction..."
"Yes, James bought you and he invited me in the following day. But after that week, you went to college. What happened there?"
"What do you mean? What happened?"
"You had no boyfriends at college? After that first week? You'd discovered you enjoyed sex."
"I... there were a couple. I had a date or two. But it never..." She stutters to a halt.
"I'm guessing it was a bit pale compared to what James and I give you?"
She nods down to her knees, looking forlorn. "Yes."
You bastard...
"Babe, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. The fact is, I have a past. Everyone does."
"Do you miss it?"
"Miss what? Playing the field?"
"Yes. You had so much freedom when you were single and I wondered, maybe..."
"I think about it sometimes, but if by miss it, you mean, do I want to go back to that? No, I don't. I have you."
"And now Beth too."
"And now, Beth." Framing her face with my hands, "But that doesn't change in any way how I feel about you, or the fact that you are my wife and I am your husband."
"I know that." She smiles, leaning in to meet me half-way and we kiss.
She breaks off. "Ahh... damn."
"What?"
She pats her stomach. "I need to pee."
I shift to let her past and she climbs out of the bed, supporting her stomach with one hand and clutching at her breasts with the other. "I'm going to have to wear a bra in bed if these damn things get any bigger."
"They look pretty good to me. But I suspect they'll getter bigger than that. It's early days yet."
She gives me a slow look then vanishes off into the bathroom, leaving me with the 'sleeping' James.
"You're not fooling me. I know you're awake."
His eyes flick open, his mouth quirking with humour. "And have been for some time. I'll admit, I was enjoying the turn the conversation had taken. I would have liked to hear more."
"You didn't want to join in?"
"You had things you needed to talk through with Charlotte."
"You could say that, yes. You shared her with me, arranged that I married her and now you've conspired to give me a second wife. Competition for her affections."
He stares up for a moment, sucking at his cheeks. "I don't know that conspired is the right word..."
"Oh, I think it is."
He sniffs. "Alright, it is. In the same way that you and Charlotte arranged that her first child would be mine..."
"That's what friends do for each other."
"And this is what friends do for each other. There's no question between you and me of competition for Charlotte's affection. There's no jealousy between her and Beth. And you're perfectly capable of giving each of them what they need and deserve. We all had good reasons for the things we did."
He sits up, scraping at a blue haze of stubble. "No one should have to deal with what Ben did to you, for all that he convinced himself he was doing it on your behalf. Klempner had it right when he talked about betrayal."
Klempner...
Wonder where he is now?
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