Buying the Virgin

Chapter 61: The Girl Who Came Back - Chapter Seventeen

My Master thrusts, slowly, gently, and I move with him. My arms clasped around his back, I swing my

legs up and around his waist, allowing him to penetrate me more deeply, taking him as far inside myself

as I am able.

Face to face, we rock and move together, eyes locked until, his climax rising, he drops his head, breath

shaky.

With a quiet gasp, he cums, pushing into me, hips pressed to mine.

After a silent moment, he looks up again. “Charlotte, I’m so sorry that I hurt you.”

I stroke his cheek. “You will always be my Master.”

He kisses my forehead. “You will always be my Virgin.”

“Master?”

“Mmm?”

“I want Michael.”

“I’m here,” says Michael’s voice, softly. He is sitting beside us on the bed.

“Michael? You were there?”

“Yes, I was waiting outside. I heard you, what you said, about starting again. I’d like that too.”

My Master rolls away from me, and I hold out my arms to Michael, my Golden Lover. He shrugs out of

his shorts, the only thing he is wearing, and lies beside me, his eyes, meeting with my Master’s for a

moment over my shoulder. His erection is growing by the moment.

Then his hand twining with mine, he kisses me. His kiss is not soft, but open-mouthed, passionate,

pressing against me. Rolling atop me, settling between my thighs, he pulls me tightly to him, as though

he will never let go, arms firm around me. Already hard, he plunges into me, boring into me with his

thick cock. My pussy, warm and fluid, welcomes him, clenching as he drives into me, ramming hard

against me inside. It doesn’t take long. After only a minute or he so, he shudders and groans, gripping

me even more tightly as he spills into me.

When he looks up again, his eyes are welling. His voice tight, he says, “Thank you Charlotte. Thank

you.”

*****

I wake. It is dark, the dead of night. Beside me, Michael and my Master lie sleeping.

There is something I must do.

Taking the chain from around my neck, I slide off the two rings, and, fumbling a little in the darkness,

slip them back onto my finger.

*****

I need an excuse to visit the City but without the company of my two Lovers. How to detach myself

from them without arousing their suspicions? Indeed, how to get myself there? The only car here is my

Master’s. I don’t quite want to ask if I can borrow it without him. He is bound to ask why.

My excuse is provided for me.

“I have to go into the City tomorrow.” announces my Master. “But I’ll be there and back in a day. Either

of you want to come? Change of air?”

“Not me,” says Michael, “I’m quite happy here. Everything’s running fine back at the Centre, and I’d

rather listen to waves and gulls, than traffic.”

“I’ll come, Master. I want to do some shopping: a couple of new tee-shirts and stuff. And I’ll pick up

some groceries too.”

He swallows it whole.

“Fine. Perfect. We’ll set off early.”

I drive, dropping my Master off at the Haswell Building for his meeting. “What time should I pick you

up?”

“I’ll send you a message when I think we’re going to wrap up. Just check your phone every hour or so.

Could be a quick meeting. Could be all day.”

So… I may not have too much time…

I park up and then go straight to my destination. I make my purchase with little difficulty. The man in the

shop understands exactly what I want and promises to have it ready for me in a few days. Gulping a

little at the hole I have just made in my bank account, I set off to find the new clothes that are supposed

to explain my visit here.

As it turns out, my Master’s meeting is short. After only a couple of hours, he messages me.

Ready whenever you are. Come and pick me up. Lunch out?

Great. Picnic in the park?

Perfect.

I collect a basket of ‘picnic-ables’ and pick up my Master. He is wearing his best ‘Cat that got the

Cream’ face.

“A good meeting?”

“Great meeting,” he says. “They’ve confirmed the offer of a directorship, and the draft papers were

waiting for me.” He pats his briefcase. “A few days to look them over, and make any amendments, and

it’s all agreed.”

“Congratulations, Master. You deserve it. I know you’ve worked hard for it.” Then I can’t resist the urge

to tease. “Umm… I do hope you weren’t planning on celebrating it the same way you did the last

time…?”

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Then he gets it; I can’t believe it, he flushes red, looking anywhere but at me.

“Treat yourself to a different present, this time perhaps? No more virgins to buy?”

He smiles, sheepishly. “Um, no perhaps not. I’ve got my hands full with the one I have. How did you…”

“I figured it out, Master.” Laughing, I drive us to the park, where we find a spot overlooking the river, to

sit and eat.

Summer is here, and the weather is glorious. We sit under blue skies, watching sparkling waters, and

tossing bits of bread to the ducks.

As I lean my head into the crook of his neck, he wraps his arm around my shoulders.

“Are you happy, Charlotte?”

“Very happy, yes…. It’s just, I wish…”

“Mmm? What?”

“I wish Michael was here too.”

He kisses the top of my head. “We’ll head back soon; see how he’s doing back there.”

*****

A week later, my Master is returning to the City, hopefully to sign the final agreement on his new

directorship.

Perfect timing.

“I’ll come with you again, Master, if that’s alright? Some of those clothes I bought last week aren’t a

good fit. I need to change them.”

“Fine. A picnic again?”

“Lovely.”

*****

The following day, I drop my Master back at the offices, collect my purchases, and pick him up again an

hour or so later.

He is triumphant.

“I’ve got it, Charlotte! I’ve got it. We’re going to celebrate!”

“Shall we go back to the house Master? Then Michael can celebrate too?”

He kisses me, full on the mouth, squeezing me in his enthusiasm. “Abso-fuckin-lutely! Let’s get back.”

*****

Michael makes a show of being as pleased for my Master as I am. We crack open a bottle of

champagne. My Master talks for ages about his plans for his new position, and Michael and I let him

just speak. He is enjoying himself so much. I want him to have his moment.

But I am conscious that, however happily I have ‘made up’ with my Lovers, they have not truly made up

with each other.

Things are still strained between them, and they are both treating me like a porcelain doll; as though I

might crack if they touch me at all ungently.

I do not want to be a porcelain doll….

I set my plans. The two are chatting, politely, but a little coolly still. I leave them with it. “Just going for a

bath. I’m having a bit of a soak. Back in a while.”

I have my bath, but it is a quick one. Drying my hair to a cloud of red that billows and cascades around

me, I make up, elaborately. My lips are deep red, eyes very dark.

And I dress in the clothes I have chosen for the occasion.

Stepping into the lounge, I pause, leaning up, posing, one arm upstretched against the wall, standing

very straight, head high, waiting to be noticed.

My Master glances my way, then does a double take. Michael follows his glance and stares.

I am not, in any case, short, but in four-inch heels, I am very tall, emphasising the length of my black

stocking beclad legs. The corset I am wearing has been chosen carefully: black leather, cinched in tight

at the waist, lifting and presenti-ng my breasts…