Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance

Chapter 22

James

Charlotte emerges from the bedroom, rubbing at her eyes, hair still tousled, partially covering her face.

“How are you feeling now?” I ask. “Better now that you’ve caught up on some sleep?”

“Mmm, yes. Much better, thanks.” But there’s something in her tone….

Still tired perhaps….

It’ll probably take her a few days to get back to rights again….

I put my book aside and pat the seat next to me on the couch. “Come and sit with me.”

She smiles, but the smile is faint, and as her hair falls aside, I get a good look at her face. She’s very pale, puffy-eyed and shadowed. And now, as I look at her properly, her movements are stiff and halting. As she sits, she hisses quietly.

“Charlotte, is something wrong?”

“I’m fine, Master.”

She’s clearly not fine. Everything about her screams of not fine. “No, you’re not. What’s the matter?”

Her voice is slow, reluctant. “Michael…. punished me….”

I think I must have misheard her…. “Michael? Punished you? What did he do?”

But she doesn’t speak. Instead, silently, her face works, radiating misery.

Something is very, very wrong….

What the fuck did he do?

“Stand up. Show me yourself.” She doesn’t move. “Charlotte!” This time it’s an order. “Do as I say. I want to see.”

And she obeys, but struggling to stand, she totters and weaves. Almost, she falls, but I stand with her, an arm under her elbow, another around her waist.

She won’t look at me. Shame, distress and pain jostle for position over eyes and mouth as I lift her skirt and slide her panties down, then freeze at what I see.

Welts, ugly and raw, three of them, extend across her buttocks. Normally so alabaster-pale, they bloom red and swollen, the edges already purpling to bruises….

fuck did he

back sobs, but I don’t think it’s the pain that’s doing it. I’ve learned that my jewel-eyed mermaid is powerfully resistant to

“Michael did that?”

“Yes, I did.”

door, legs akimbo, arms folded. But his stance and his eyes say two

Remorse?

Shame?

You stupid bastard….

I think I’ve made my point well enough.” He turns to

jaw is slack, eyes unfocused, her voice dismissive. “It hurts. What

could you be such an

heating, I move towards

shift, looking down, and before I can say more, Charlotte

white-eyed, gives me a so-you-see kind of shrug, turns on his heel and leaves. I’m

What? Upset? Hurt?

Frightened?

No, not frightened….

you go back to bed. I’ll find

alright Master.” Then she staggers, and

the bed again, undressing her. I keep my movements brisk and efficient. I don’t want this to appear to be any kind

She’s shivering….

Or is it trembling?

way, I want her in bed. “Lie down on your stomach. I’ll

her head to the side drawers. “There’s

then

eyes squeezing closed, sucking

I suppose that’s something….

he wasn’t so angry? You could have safe-worded,

She doesn’t reply….

and I don’t

safe-word?” I

think

What?

“You don't? Why not?”

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