Chapter 74: Masters, Part 8

James

“Charlotte….” I call her into the mirrored room.

Her voice echoes through from the lounge. “Master?”

“I would like you to join me and Michael in here.”

There is a short pause, then she appears at the door, but she doesn’t enter the room, instead hovering, blinking hard as she surveys the room, her fingers weaving knots with each other.

“Come in, Charlotte,” I invite, making an effort to keep the smile in my voice.

Still, she hesitates, looking down at the bed, where I have cuffs and spreaders laid out on display.

Michael holds out a reassuring hand. Seated on the edge of the bed, he offers her a glass of wine. Very hesitantly, she steps forward to accept the glass, but her back to the wall, she stands well away from the bed.

Resisting my own instinct to stand up, legs akimbo, arms folded, I sit, looking up at her. “Charlotte, are you frightened of me?”

Her eyes widen.