Chapter 29 – The Idylls of March #1


    RICHARD


    Charlotte''s yell reverberates down the stairs and along the hall, apanied by a wooden thumping.


    All heads rise, following the sound.


    Elizabeth''s eyes light withughter. “What… Again? That’s the third time today.”


    “I make it four.” James clicks his tongue. “Charlotte wants to be pregnant again. Michael wants her


    pregnant. Between them, they’re making every opportunity for it to happen.”


    Another wail echoes. I fold arms. Grin to James. Jerk my chin up the stairs. “Don''t you miss the days


    when you could keep that up? Three, four, five times a day. Come up for air, then go under again.”


    James tugs at an ear. “He’s looking pleased with himself for sure. When Charlotte does find she’s


    expecting, she''ll remember who’s responsible.”


    The front door clicks open and Klempner enters, Mitch right behind him. “Ah, James, I…” Another yell


    reverberates. Klempner halts mid-step, wincing. “Christ, they still at it? She''s going to need a fucking


    walking frame.”


    Mitch flicks invisible lint from his shoulder. “Larry, perhaps you and I should go out for a few hours. You


    need a new jacket. I’lle to help you choose.”


    Klempner rumbles. “I don’t need another jacket…”


    The thumping grows louder, faster…


    “Headboard?” I suggest.


    James nods, face nd. “I’d say so, yes.”


    The banging dies away again, but the wails amplify and extend.


    “Probably grinding into her,”ments James. “Aiming for her g-spot.”


    “Sounds like he’s seeding,” I nod.


    “Perhaps I do need a new jacket.” Klempner spins and exits. Mitch drops us a long slow wink, then


    follows him out.


    And we all burst outughing.


    *****


    JAMES


    Ground-ns for thetest phase of the work outspread on the dining room table, Richard and I work


    through our itinerary. Or to be urate, we try to work.


    Richard consults his notes. “Item sixteen. Where are we with the ground works for F-site? You were


    hoping to have thempleted by next week as I recall.”


    “We’re still on schedule and…”


    I’m cut off by another rendition of Charlotte’s siren song. Richard raises eyes as though he can see


    through the ceiling to the bedroom above. “Doesn’t that man ever get tired? For that matter, doesn’t


    she?”


    “Not that I’ve noticed. They’re both young and healthy and determined. I think we simply have to ride it.


    It can’t be long now before he seeds in getting her pregnant. After that, things should calm down.”


    “I suppose so.” Richard blows out his cheeks, pushes spectacles up his nose. “You were saying,


    James? F-site?”


    I trace a fingertip over the work area, outlining the boundary. “On the north side, we’re all butplete.


    To the east…”


    Another wail echoes along the hall, quickly joined by the percussive headboard apaniment. The


    chandelier rattles.


    Beth enters, carrying a tray with coffee pot and mugs. She pauses. "What''s wrong with you two?”


    Richard snatches off his spectacles, ps them down on the table. He jerks a thumb upward. “It''s very


    difficult, Elizabeth, to think with your head when there''s a woman in the background making sounds like


    that. The blood that should be powering my brain is all the while headed south."


    Beth dimples. “Perhaps we should go and do something about it? Maybe Charlotte and Michael need


    some assistance.”


    Richard throws me a nce. “Thank the lord for understanding wives.”


    I stand, adjusting the fit of my pants. “Amen to that. Richard, would you like to bring your sub with you. I


    think my sub needs a little subduing.”


    *****


    CHARLOTTE


    Sweaty, red-faced and smiling broadly, Michael lifts himself away from me, lying on his back to stare up


    at the ceiling. His erection is subsiding, but I’m giving long odds that it won’t be for long.


    Who knew that the promise of paternity would be such an aphrodisiac?


    His eyes slide sidelong. “Okay, Babe?”


    “Absolutely.”


    In fact, I’m rather tired. The first time I decided to get pregnant, by my Master, it all happened rather


    naturally, over a few weeks, albeit with Michael’s hearty co-operation. This time, Michael has taken his


    role as father-to-be to heart. Non-stop action is the theme of the moment.


    He rolls back, lying side-on to me, pillowing his head on my breast. He slides a hand down my body, to


    rest over my belly. “What d’you think? Anything going on inside there yet?”


    I want to giggle, but I don’t. The question soundsical, but it’s so important to him…


    My Golden Lover…


    My husband…


    … The man agreed to let another man father my first child. He even helped make it happen.


    “There could be.” I slip my hand over his. “We’ll know in a few days.”


    “You’ll tell me?”


    “I’d be due around Thursday or Friday. If I’mte…” I make airmas… “… you’ll be the first to know.


    And if it’s not happened yet, we’ll keep working on it.”


    His voice thick, Michael strokes my stomach. “I can’t wait. I mean… Having Cara is great. Adam and


    Vicky too. They’re all part of the family. But this one…”


    “This one will be especially yours.”


    He Hmmms. Sits up. Hugging his legs, he props his chin on his knees. “I’d not thought of it like that.


    Yes, the others are all sort-of mine, but this one will be especially mine.”


    “That’s right.” I take his hand, give it a squeeze.


    Joy dances in his eyes. He leans in, presses his lips to mine. “Charlotte, thank you.” His arms slide


    around me, easing me closer…


    The door opens and my Master enters. “Ah, Charlotte… I see you’ve been busy…” Expression nd,


    his gaze travels my tousled hair, my sweat-sleeked skin. “And how are you now?”


    I grin. “I’m good, Master.”


    “I’m pleased to hear it. Richard and I have been trying to work downstairs. You’ve been disturbing us…”


    This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    My face grows warm…


    Embarrassment?


    Or anticipation?


    I’m not sure. “Sorry, Master…”


    “… and Richard needs a distraction.”


    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 cers. My hair still a little damp, I’m wearing only


    a towelling bathrobe; Michael, freshly ironed jeans and a shirt in pale, soft linen.


    As we enter my Master’s domain, Richard and Beth are waiting for us. My breath steams as we pass


    through the main chamber, but in the beautiful, mirrored room, hunkered down by the hearth, Richard


    stacks firewood around a hot ze, a quick release of heat from the birch and spruce kindling Michael


    chops. But already, heavier beech logs are catching for a slow, hot burn.


    In the mirrors which cover every wall, the mes are reflected a thousand times, melding with the


    flicker of the candles dotted here and there to give a light which shimmers and ys, burnishing every


    surface to gold.


    Beth perches on the edge of the vast bed which takes up most of the chamber, wearing a terry-cloth


    robe simr to my own. Her Dom, on the other hand, is fully dressed: suit and jacket; sleek grey with a


    fine pinstripe, a crisp white shirt, a tie in steel-blue silk Beth once picked out for him.


    As he sees us, Richard stands, straightens his jacket, adjusts his cuffs. “Ah, Michael. Charlotte. Do join


    us. James will be with us shortly.” He gestures toward the bed. “Michael, do make yourselffortable.


    Perhaps you would care for the use of my sub in a while?”


    “Absolutely.” Michael fishes the baby monitor from his pocket, setting on the side-table, then sits,


    propped against the headboard, legs outstretched, the very image of rxation.


    Richard stands over Beth, strokes her cheek. “My lovely wife. She’s quite the voyeur. Something I''d not


    suspected in until we became involved with your Triad. Elizabeth, you will serve Michael today. You


    may watch while I enjoy your cousin.” She nods, her eyes wide, lips a little parted. “Michael, however


    you choose to amuse yourself with Elizabeth, please don''t allow her to climax.”


    “Anything you say, Richard.”


    Richard continues. “Charlotte,e here…” I pad closer. His wrist twists to aim a long forefinger down


    to a spot a few feet away. “… There. And remove those slippers. They may be suitable wear for a wife


    with her husband in the bedroom. But not for a sub before a Dominant.”


    Obediently, I kick off my footwear. A rug has beenid in front of the fire. I’ve not seen it before but,


    long, wide, thick, it is warm on my bare feet, a shield against the raw gs of the cer floor.


    “Elizabeth,e join your cousin…”