Chapter 37


    And I’ve had enough. They can’t seem to bridge the void between themselves, even though it’s in


    that both want to.


    Time for them to call it quits….


    Time to take charge….


    Be the Dom….


    We are in the hotel still and dressing casually, me in jeans and tee-shirt, Michael lounging around in


    sweats wearing a forlorn expression and randomly flicking through tv channels.


    Will I get away with it?


    With him…?


    *****


    How to do this…?


    Get her attention…


    Get her going….


    I shower and shave, then change into suit and shirt, cursing as I realise that I don’t have everything I


    normally take for granted here at the hotel.


    Damn….


    After a moment’s thought, I cross the corridor to the suite Richard and Beth are upying, tap on the


    door. Richard answers


    “Yes, James?”


    I keep my voice low, unsure if Beth is inside. “A favour to ask. Do you have any cuff-links here?”


    His brows arch. “Cuff-links?” Then he suppresses a smile, but his eyes are crinkling. “Caught short,


    eh? Come in.” He fishes in a drawer, spotting me nce around the room. “She’s not here.” Passing


    me a small box, he says, “How are things with…. the three of you?”


    What does he know?


    Or guess?


    “I’ll let you know. Thanks.”


    He nods as he opens the door for me. “Good luck.”


    Back in the room I check the polish on my shoes, put on a silk tie I know she likes, reknotting it a


    couple of times in the mirror to get it just so. I fit the links to my cuffs.


    She’s still got a couple of weeks where her protection is doubtful. Thest thing I want is for her to be


    worrying about that again and I slip a packet of condoms in my pocket. Then I go in search of Michael.


    I find him still mindlessly channel-hopping through daytime tv; cookery programs, movies out of the ark


    and crap reality shows. “Enough now,” I say, standing over him.


    He looks up, puts the remote to one side. “Enough what?”


    “Enough of this. Do you want to make it right with her or not?”


    “Of course I do, but I don’t know….”


    I interrupt him, keeping my tone short, curt. “Get dressed.”


    He looks down at himself. “I am dressed.”


    “No, dressed…. We’re going hunting.”


    He blinks then looks me up and down, registering my clothes. Understanding washes across his face.


    “Gotcha.” He looks away, then down. “Think it will work?”


    “Is this working?”


    “No.”


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    “So, get a shower. Get dressed.”


    *****


    “Wait here. Listen in.”


    He nods unhappily.


    Charlotte’s there, staring out of the window. For several days she would only wear jeans, covering her


    bruises I think, embarrassed by them. Now,rgely healed, she wears a simple skirt and a woollen top


    against the winter.


    Although she is physically recovered, her cuts and bruises healed, emotionally the wounds are


    showing. Her sheer unhappiness gnaws at me.


    They love each other….


    They want each other…


    Yet somehow, they can’t speak….


    Enough already….


    “Charlotte.”


    She doesn’t move, continuing her vigil. “Master?”


    Dominate….


    “I expect you to look at me when I address you.”


    Her shoulders shrink in as she turns, seemingly facing me, but not meeting my eye. “Sorry, Master.”


    And I don’t speak. I wait.


    After a few seconds, she looks up, takes in my appearance, and now I don’t meet her eye, instead


    straightening my jacket and shirt sleeves, adjusting my cuffs, before looking up to be sure I have her


    attention.


    “I’ve had enough of this,” I say.


    “Master?”


    I stride over, stand tall over her. There’s apprehension in her expression. She licks her lips then sucks


    at the bottom one, but her breathing is elerating and her pupils erging.


    Shoving her back against the wall, trapping her with my body, I lever her arms above her head, pull her


    taut. One hand cuffing her wrists against the ster, I pin her chin with the other, locking my gaze to


    hers. “This has gone on long enough. I know that you and Michael had issues with each other; he with


    your behaviour over Beth, you with how he punished you, but both of those are dead and gone. It’s


    time to call it quits.”


    Her eyes flood and her throat moves against my wrist. Rxing my grip a little, I let her words choke


    out.


    “What do I do, Master? He barely looks at me, let alone speaks to me. I’ve tried to talk with him, but I’m


    not sure he wants me any more….”


    You’re both so fucking blind….


    “He does. But he’s having trouble dealing with what happened, so I’m intervening.”


    Despite her obvious nerves and my intentional control, she rxes….


    Good girl….


    “What do you want me to do, Master? I want things back as they were as well.”


    “The three of us are going to make love, and fuck together, as we always have done. I want to see you


    with that wide-eyed look you give him when he pushes his cock in your mouth….”


    As I speak, that same look takes her….


    “…. And I want to see him with that zed expression he has when he watches youe.”


    Her eyes are washing again, but not now I think, with grief or upset, but some other emotion….


    Pleasure?


    Arousal?


    Love?


    “I’d like that too, Master.”


    I allow my stance to soften, my eyes to warm. “I’m d to hear it. Now, go wait in the bedroom. I’ll find


    Michael.”


    And he’s here, right on cue.


    “No need. I’m here. And yes, that.… sounds good….”


    He has changed, into clean, pressed jeans and a linen shirt. He and Charlotte exchange a nce and


    for the briefest of moments, I see that tension swell, but “Wine perhaps?” he suggests. “Something to


    eat? Soften the edges a little?”


    Should have thought of that myself….


    “Excellent idea.”


    I nod him through with her, then gather wine and food from the kitchte. By the time I arrive in the


    bedroom, they are both sitting on the bed, not exactly next to each other, but….


    Getting them in the same bedroom is a good start….


    The bed isrge and roomy, just what we need. In a while, we will have other uses for it, but for now, it


    is ourmunal couch. The wine is excellent; a ‘rosado’. Fresh and cool and crisp, pink as prawns and


    scented of Mediterranean hillsides and the sea, it takes me back to my boyhood. And while I’m not sure


    of the nationality of the chef, the bread is baked in the hotel kitchens but could havee from my


    vige bakery.


    I must take Charlotte to Spain sometime….


    But meanwhile, she and Michael keep almost-exchanging looks, each sliding a nce to the other,


    then looking away as eyes might meet.


    How can two people who love each other so much, have so much difficulty with a simple conversation?


    Time to break the ice….