The Lover's Children

Chapter 31 – The Idylls of March #3

CHARLOTTE

I widen my knees further, allowing my Master as easy access as I can. Fingers insert themselves,

splaying me open, stretching me. The vibe hums against my flesh, eases inward, and as my breathing

quickens, squeezes past the inner muscle, on and in. Briefly, it thrusts into me: twice, thrice, then it

twists and settles, crooning musically.

Another click. The rhythm of the vibration quickens. Yet another, it slows again, but now a shudder

accompanies the vibration. The vibration purrs against my entrance, shivering through to the plug at my

rear, quivering through belly and core, rippling against my g-spot.

Oh, God…

And they’re not going to let me come…?

Involuntarily, I groan. In the background, Beth moans, her panting growing louder.

“Charlotte, open your mouth.” Richard fiddles with his gizmo then, inserting it…

A gag?

… clips metal grips over my teeth. Something presses down over my tongue. My mouth is held open.

He slips a strap around and behind, tighten it, fixing the gag in place. Richard makes some adjustment

and inexorably, my jaws are forced apart. “Is that hurting you?”

“Ah… Ah…” I can't speak. I shake my head instead.

Another adjustment and my jaws ease a touch wider.

Richard stands back, surveying me, arms folded, admiring his handiwork. “What d’you think, James?”

My Master stands beside him, then tilts my face to look me square on. His dark eyes crease. “It’s an

attractive effect, isn’t it.” His voice is conversational. He could be discussing the price of bread. “…The

mouth wedged open like that. It’s not something I’ve tried previously on Charlotte, but it’s very inviting.

The entrance that can’t be closed…” He slides his forefinger over my upper incisors, tracing the edges.

Delving in further, he runs the fingertip over my molars then, inserting two fingers, he touches my

tongue. “Begging to be filled… I see that could easily become a favourite.”

Beth’s groans are building to a crescendo. Whatever Michael is doing to her, she’s going to climax

sometime soon. Abruptly, the sound cuts short save for a gasp. “Sorry, Beth,” says Michael. “You don’t

have permission from your Master to come yet.”

I can’t see what’s happening, but the quivering of the mattress is surely Beth quaking, teetering on the

edge of orgasm.

My Master traces my lips with a fingertip. Swallowing is impossible and saliva pools on my tongue. He

sits by me again, twists a hand into my hair, pulling my head backwards. “So, Richard, what did you

have in mind now? Or need I ask?”

“I’d like you to occupy Charlotte at the rear. I’m sure you know what to do. Elizabeth, come here. Kneel

beside Charlotte.” The mattress bounces under me as Beth moves into position.

Richard continues. “Elizabeth, you will restrain your cousin. Hold her head back so I can pleasure

myself with her. Michael may continue enjoying you. But I repeat, you are not permitted to climax.”

Beth ravels both hands into my hair, tightening her grip, steering me. Another movement, out of my line

of sight. Michael’s voice. “Open up, Beth. I’ve not finished with you yet.” Close behind me, Beth hisses

and gasps.

Richard grips my chin between thumb and forefinger. “Charlotte, like this, you won't be able to safe

word. If what I’m doing becomes too much, bang twice on the bed with your hand. You understand

me?”

Words are impossible. I can only produce what passes for a vowel sound. “Ah…”

“Show me.”

I slap my palm twice against the blankets.

“Good.” He awards me one of his blinding smiles. “I’ve been looking forward to this. Elizabeth, you may

watch while I face-fuck your lover’s wife.”

Behind me, my Master is not idle. The power on the vibe abruptly steps up a notch, increasing the

tempo of the music that trembles through my flesh. The shuddering jolt pulses through my stomach and

thighs, playing percussion to the melodic hum of the vibration. Already my control is slipping. I’m hot.

My melting core throbs and flows. Perspiration trickles from my chest to drip from my swinging breasts.

Fingers join the symphony, scissoring around my clit. It’s gentle at first, massaging into the root of the

tiny organ, a pleasant counterpoint to the melody. But then, thumbing back the hood, my Master flicks

the sensitive tip.

Lightning strikes through me, my pussy clenching reflexively. My thigh muscles spasm. I almost

collapse, but my Master loops an arm under me, keeping me on all fours. I want to scream, but the

noise that emerges from my curbed mouth is more of a howl.

Richard Hmmms approval. “That’s just what I wanted to hear…” He unbelts… “And at a time when I

can do something about it…” … Unzips… “James, feel free to keep her doing that. But don’t let her

come. I don’t want that noise to stop, at least until I stop it.” Freeing his erection, he touches the head

to my lower lip. “Scream as much as you want to Charlotte. Or are able to. We’re all going to enjoy it.”

Beside me, Beth’s panting grows louder. She’s moaning again. Her grip on my hair tightens. Michael

speaks quietly. “This turning you on, Beth? Helping to control my wife so your husband can push his

cock into her mouth? Watching your Master pleasure himself on another sub?”

Beth whimpers.

“I want an answer, Beth. Your Master ordered you to serve me, so answer.”

“Oh, God… Yes.”

“Are you trying to come, Beth? You don't have permission yet.”

“Michael, please...”

“It's not me you have to ask. You know that.” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Master...”

Already hugely erect, Richard fists at his shaft. “I don't think so, Elizabeth. Not yet. I'm enjoying

watching you restrain Charlotte.” A bead of precum oozes from the slit and one-handedly he swipes it

over my lips, then lubricates himself on the saliva trickling from the corner of my mouth. “I’d tell you to

lick me, Charlotte, but since that’s not possible…” He pushes his cockhead between my jaws, swiping

himself over my tongue.

And as he plugs my mouth, from behind me, pain… Past Richard’s seeping erection, I scream. Or try

to.

My clit, hyper-sensitive…

A pinch?

Richard pumps himself. “Oh, very good, James. Do that again…”

My Master’s voice. “Charlotte, I’m going to pinch you hard. This is going to hurt. Three… Two… One…”

…Richard grabs my chin with his free hand…

… Again, agonizing pain. I jolt and would buck, but Beth’s grip on my head tightens. Hands grip my

hips.

The pain ripples and blooms and intensifies, setting stars behind my eyes and scalding juices erupting

around the vibe to stream down my thighs.

Michael’s voice. “Did you enjoy that, Beth? I know Charlotte did.”

She’s breathy, gasping. “Yes… Oh, God, yes… Ahhh…”

“Want James to do it to her again?”

“Yes… Again… Ah… Ahh…” Abruptly, she falls silent save for the heavy gasp of air and a groan,

unmistakably of frustration.

“Sorry, Beth,” says Michael. “I have strict instructions not to let you come.”

*Panting*

The grip on my hair doesn’t decrease, but I find my head swaying in time with the panting.

“Charlotte, look at me.”

I’d not even realised my eyes were closed. I snap open to meet Richard’s intense blue gaze. It’s not

Michael’s almost azure blue, more the steel-blue of a honed blade.

My Master rises, strides out of the room… “Back in a minute.”

Something else?

What the fuck…?

Something inside me cringes. Something else sings Hallelujahs.

Richard eyes flick to follow him, then return to me. “Pay attention when I have my cock in your mouth,

Charlotte. I expect you to look at me.” I can’t nod. Can’t speak. Can barely grunt. He withdraws, his

shaft purple-red, the veins swollen, skin glistening. He swipes at the saliva streaming down my chin,

wiping it over the length of his shaft. Then scooping inside my gaping mouth, wets his fingers again,

lubricates his shaft again.

My Master returns, one hand cupping some small object… Or objects… “I brought you something,

Charlotte…”

Lips twitching, he displays it to Richard, who arches brows. “Very appropriate, James. I believe you

know and understand Charlotte better than any of us…” He nods an acknowledgement to Michael

behind me… “… at least for this situation.”

“Thank you, Richard…” My Master looms tall. “…I like to think so. Perhaps you would allow Charlotte to

move her head for a moment.”

Richard withdraws, sits, but in my clear view. Stroking himself, he continues to hold my eye, showing

me what he will require my wide-wedged mouth to accommodate.

Something clicks by my ear, a spiteful Snap-Snap of a sound. My Master speaks in tones like the

velveted claw of some great cat. “Nipple clamps, Charlotte. Richard wants to hear you scream.”