BETH
At Michael´s words, I let out breath that, all unknowing, I´d been holding. He moves to stand behind me, one arm curved around my waist, whispering to me, “Beth... Yes?”
I almost sigh the word. “Yes.”
“Would you like to watch them fuck Charlotte? Or would you prefer to go next door?”
Blushing. “I´d like to watch.”
“Thought you might. Want to join in with them?”
My mouth is suddenly dry. “Um, no. I don´t think I´m ready for that.” Suddenly anxious, “Is that alright?”
He kisses the tender nape of my neck. “Of course, it is. This is about enjoying yourself. Not about going anywhere you´re unwilling or unready for...”
The heat of his mouth settles at the top of my spine as he nibbles and mouths at the soft skin there. I smile to myself as, steering me by the arm around my waist, he angles me to watch Charlotte as her two ´Masters of the Evening´ splay and spread her. Michael may not share their taste for outright domination, but he still enjoys being in charge of a woman.