Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance

Chapter 29

Chad holds her hand. “You don't have to do this for me, Jenny.”

“I want to. I owe it.”

“Jenny, you don't owe me a debt.”

“Not you. Everyone here.”

*****

Richard

I offer my beautiful wife a glass. “I’m sorry, my Love, this isn’t what I hoped for, today of all days.”

“Master, we’re together. Charlotte’s back with Michael and James. That’s all that matters. Everything is

fine. More than fine.”

She tilts her glass, tapping it against mine with the softest of chimes, then, watching me from under her

lashes, sips Bucks Fizz in celebration of the day.

What did I do to deserve you?

Brushing my lips over hers, “You’re right of course. That’s all that matters.” And as we touch, her pupils

enlarge, their black heart almost swallowing the sea-green of the irises. The scent of her assails me.

I breathe close by her, “Do you want to go back to bed?”

“Mmmm…. yes, Master. I do.”

I pull her in tight, controlling her, pressing myself against her as I nibble at an ear lobe, my swelling

shaft pressuring my pants. “I’m going to massage you, run my hands all over that naked body of yours.”

Her giggle is quick and lively. “Master, I have to tell you, that’s not your hands I’m feeling.”

“Come on then,” I laugh. My palm flat between her shoulders, I push her towards the bedroom. “And

take that bottle with you.”

There is a shudder. It rumbles through the floor, vibrating through the soles of my feet and rattling the

bottle musically against the ice in the bucket.

What the fuck was that?

Thunder?

Earthquake?

Here?

Elizabeth is looking wildly from side to side, her fear visible, pupils now pin-pricks.

The shudder repeats.

I tap into the intercom. “Francis? What’s going on?”

Silence….

Fuck…. Of course she’s not there…. Not today….

Snapping open my laptop, I mutter to myself while the machine flickers to life, jabbing at keys to bring

up the security cameras, then curse at what I see.

“Elizabeth, go up to the Penthouse, right now.”

“Richard…. Master…. What is it?”

The sheer panic on her face ricochets through me.

“The building is under attack. Do as I say. Go upstairs. Stay close to Charlotte.”

“Can't I stay here with you?”

“No!” Then I calm my tone. “I can't think straight, my Love, if you're here and I'm worrying about you.

You'll be as safe with Charlotte as it's possible to be. Her sense of survival is very finely honed.”

Looking unhappy, she nods, turning to the hallway.

“Don’t use the elevator. Use the stairs.”

Even from here, the sheen of her white-faced fear is obvious.

My Love….

I stride across, wrap my arms around her, kiss the top of her head. “It will be alright. You'll see. But do

as I say and stay with Charlotte.”

Her fingers are clinging into my shoulders and carefully, I prise her loose.

“Go. Find Charlotte.”

*****

James

Despite my hopes, the situation between Michael and Charlotte has not improved.

The only people who can really hurt you, are those you love the most….

Michael sits on the couch, pretending to watch old movies. Charlotte is reading, but she’s standing up

to do it. I sit with my laptop, trying to muster up the will to do some work, but finding myself constantly

distracted by the cool looks the other two award each other.

There’s a shudder and a rumble, as though of distant thunder or crashing traffic. We all look up and

around.

“What the hell was that?” I mutter.

Trouble?

I meet eyes with Michael, and as one we stand to look out and down. There’s nothing unusual to be

seen, but perhaps there shouldn’t be. The noise sounded - felt - internal to the building.

Charlotte has snapped open her laptop and is busily mousing and clicking….

What’s she doing?

Her face heats as she sees me looking. “Um, the security cameras….” She tenses again.

She shouldn’t be looking at those, and well she knows it….

Handy that you hacked the security system as well….

At any other time, I’d see the funny side, although I’m not sure if Richard would, but right now….

“Forgiven,” I say. “What can you see?”

The cursor darts around the screen, “Looking now,” she says, bending to her work. The screen flicks

between one area after another; the lobby, conference rooms, corridors, before, abruptly, down at the

parking levels, she freezes at the image on-screen.

Men dressed in black, faceless and masked, firing weapons. The shriek of bullets. Smoke billowing….

She explodes to a stand. “The building’s under attack!”

“Come on,” I shout, sprinting for the door. Michael follows me, turning back at the last moment to say

something to Charlotte, but I don’t pick out the words.

In the hall, I head by reflex for the elevator, then pull myself up short and turn for the stairwell instead.

Michael nods agreement. “Not a good idea,” he mutters, nodding at the lift doors.

Who wants to step out to find themselves facing a gun?

“Where are we heading?” he asks.

“Fifth floor. That’s where we’ll find Richard and Beth.”

As we race downwards, a thin stream of people are heading down with us; janitors and cleaners most

of them, the odd office worker.

Where are they all?

Maybe they’re all using the other stairs….

Alarms blare deafeningly around us. At first, I think it just the general alarm, but then the air turns foul,

chimneying upwards. And climbing up the stairs against the flow of people, are suited firefighters,

carrying the scent of smoke with them.

Christ Jesus!

We’re on fire?

Michael stumbles to a halt by me, turning to look back up the stairwell, standing back against the wall

and out of the way of men and women heading downwards at speed.

Charlotte won’t be caught out that easily….

“Don’t worry,” I say. “You can be sure she’s getting the hell out as fast as she can. She’ll not sit

helplessly by.”

His face contorts. “But she won’t…”

I almost reverse on myself as I screech to a halt in my headlong plunge down. “What? Why not?”

His eyes are wild, his chest heaving. “I told her to stay put. And I made her promise to obey. I think

she’ll try to keep the promise…”

Oh, for fuck’s sake….

“Jeez. What a time to disable her….”

You bloody moron….

“…. and you accuse me of treating her as a sub…”

Call her….

…. warn her….

I shufti through my pockets for my mobile….

Fuck!

“Damn! No phone. Got yours on you?”

His eyes widen. “No. I just ran from the apartment.”

“So, she’s promised to stay put, in a burning building, and we can’t contact her?”

“Yes.”

I don’t know what my face says, but Michael’s is ashen. I turn, heading upwards, taking the steps two

at a time, but within only two flights we are met again by the fire-fighters, this time descending

“Get moving downward,” one yells, arms outstretched to herd us back down. “The floor above here’s on

fire. The whole building’s coming apart. You can’t go that way.”

Around us smoke billows, blackening and now chimneying upwards. The heated air rushes by with a

whistle and above are the sounds of crashing and collapse.

And my Jade-Eyes has been told by the man she loves, to remain where she is.

*****