The Lover's Children

Chapter 29 – The Idylls of March #1

RICHARD

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

All heads rise, following the sound.

Elizabeth's eyes light with laughter. “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’ll come to help you choose.”

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

The thumping grows louder, faster…

“Headboard?” I suggest.

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

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

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

“Sounds like he’s succeeding,” 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 out laughing.

*****

JAMES

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

through our itinerary. Or to be accurate, 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 them completed 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 succeeds 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 but complete.

To the east…”

Another wail echoes along the hall, quickly joined by the percussive headboard accompaniment. 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, slaps 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 glance. “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.”

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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 sounds comical, 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’m late…” I make air commas… “… 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 bland,

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…”

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 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.

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 blaze, 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 flames are reflected a thousand times, melding with the

flicker of the candles dotted here and there to give a light which shimmers and plays, 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 similar 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 yourself comfortable.

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 relaxation.

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, come 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 been laid 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 flags of the cellar floor.

“Elizabeth, come join your cousin…”