Chapter 25: Who Could Want More? - Charlotte

Suddenly, I don't feel tired anymore. I know exactly where this is leading.

What a life I have, in my world of love and sex and sensuality; of lovemaking and my Golden Lover and Delectable Doms.

What woman could want more?

He slides a fingertip between my sweat-slicked breasts. "I want you to take a brief shower. Afterwards, go downstairs. You needn't bother getting dressed."

"Downstairs? You mean..."

"I'm not talking about the dining room or the lounge. You will find Richard in the mirrored room. Michael, will you join us?"

"Wouldn't miss it." He springs from the bed, throwing on a robe. "I'll grab a shower too, then turn on the heating in the basement."

"Richard's already handling that. We'll see the pair of you down there in a few minutes."

*****

Freshly showered, we descend, hand in hand, to the cellars. My hair still a little damp, I'm wearing only a towelling bathrobe; Michael, freshly ironed jeans and a shirt in pale, soft linen.