Good Novel
Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Richard
The weather forecast is for heavy snow; very seasonal. But given that the Threesome live in the
mountains, it could kibosh the Christmas Day plans.
Better have Plan B in the background….
“Ross, can you make sure we have plenty in the house please, just in case we can’t travel on
Christmas Day.”
He smiles. “I’m ahead of you, sir. I was looking at the forecast too. There’s plenty in the larder and the
freezer, including an extra turkey. If it’s not needed, it’ll be good for the New Year.”
“Perfect. Thank you, Ross.”
What it is to have competent staff….
*****
Christmas morning: I wake to heavy silence. A bright and brilliant light diffuses through the drapes, but
the only sound is that of Elizabeth’s breathing. She lies beside me, her chest rising and falling gently
under the blankets.
She’ll be expecting me to wake her up in a very traditional way….
That thought warms me, desire for my beautiful wife lancing down, tightening my balls and stiffening
me nicely. But, pleasant though it is, I resist.
Got to save myself for later….
No reason I can’t wind her up a bit though….
Just enough to get her tingling….
James knows what he’s doing with Charlotte. There’s nothing more sure than that he’ll have her ready
for her Real Christmas.
Elizabeth….
And the best way to have her ready for her surprise Christmas Party?
Primed….
Primed for Michael….
He seduced her the first time, for her birthday.
She wanted it, wanted him, but it was still a seduction.…
Flicking open the curtains, the everyday world is hidden under snow; a white blanket which muffles
every sound but sparkles like diamonds in the sunshine.
Looks great, but…. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
Casting an eye across to check that Elizabeth is still sleeping, I tap a message to James into my
phone.
How is it up there?
In under a minute, a reply comes back.
Hvy snw but snw plow opned road. All gd
Gr8 c u 4 noon
I click off my mobile then consider the auburn-haired beauty lying in the bed. Quietly I ease on slippers
and a robe then pad downstairs.
*****
Coffee….
Orange juice….
Cereals….
Yoghurt….
Toast…. well scraped…. and marmalade….
Carrying the tray upstairs, I nudge open the bedroom door with the toe of my slipper. Elizabeth stirs as I
enter, her eyes fluttering open against the bright white light.
“Merry Christmas, my Love.”
She sits up, stretching, her hair a wonderful red shambles. “Merry Christmas, Master.”
*****
“Ross has burned the toast,” she comments. “It’s not like him.”
“In fact, my Love, I burned the toast. Remember what day it is. I’m sure Ross is with his family serving
them perfectly grilled and golden toast.”
She crunches her way through my burnt offering. “So, where are we going for Christmas dinner? Am I
still not allowed to know?”
I put a finger to her lips. “No spoilers, my Love. It’s a surprise. But we should be getting up and ready.” I
reach under the bed, pulling out the box. “I have an extra gift for you. I would like you to wear it today.”
I pass her the parcel, decked in gilt and ribbons. Francis wrapped it for me. The dress it contains, I
chose myself, but I’m not good with the trimmings. Fortunately, my PA is.
She slips it from the folds of tissue, holding it up to the light. “Master, it’s beautiful. Thank you.”
“I’m pleased you like it. Now go and have your shower. We need to be getting ready.”
“Yes, Master.”
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