Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 119

MICHAEL

Charlotte’s eyes widen, her face turning even whiter. Without a word, she goes through to the bedroom, undresses and then, trembling, bends over the end of the bed.

“Ass up.”

She shifts position, presenting her pale derriere. Normally, in this position her pussy would be glistening with her arousal, but not this time.

She’s shaking….

“I didn’t want you thinking this is about James and his sex games. That’s why I refused to let him do this. I’m the one that is punishing you, and this is the real thing. I hate doing this stuff. You know that. But I’m doing it now because punishment is something you understand.”

I strip off my jeans, pulling out the belt as I do so, feeling sick. “I need some relief, so I’m going to fuck you; then I’m going to punish you, and you’re going to accept it. Yes?”

Her face side on to the sheets, she nods, her eyes streaming.

“Michael, you need to…”

“I didn’t ask you to speak. Just to do as you’re told for a fucking change…. Open your legs further.”

She obeys, and I test her pussy. She’s dry, so I find a pot of lube, work her over inside, and myself. “This is for me, not you, do you understand?”

She nods, silently, again.

She’s crying and right now, I don’t care. I just want to fuck her. And to make her feel the way I did the last few days, used and unwanted.

I plunge into her and she gasps, her fingers gripping into the bed covers.

Am I hurting her?

But I don’t ask, instead, I bang her hard, trying to fuck away the tension inside me. She makes no attempt to either stop me or take the ride with me, just lying there while I pump her.

After only a minute or two, my balls tighten with climax and I ram home as I shoot my load into her, spurting cum and stress into her in equal measure.

As I finish, she tries to rise, but I push her down. “I’ve not finished. I told you. You get punished next.”

“But first I need to…”

I force her back, face down onto the bed, then casting around for something suitable, I spot James’ tie. “Put this between your teeth.”

White-faced, eyes swollen, she opens her mouth, silently accepting the tie, clamping it between her teeth.

“Are you ready?”

Head pressed down, she nods.

I don’t want to draw this out, so I strike at her with the belt, a single blow. She judders, her eyes welling, but I don’t believe it is the pain that makes her cry. A second stroke, and her eyes squeeze shut. A third and she whimpers, her breathing turning heavy.

That’s enough. I’ve made my point.

I pull the tie from her mouth. She works her lips, trying to speak.

I lean close over her. “What was that? I couldn’t hear it.”

Through tears, she speaks. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Stay there.” I fetch a tube of analgesic from the bathroom, apply it to the welts on her rear.

“What’s that?” she asks, from her prone position.

“Painkiller.”

“What’s the point of doing something like that, and then giving me pain-killers?” Her voice is a whisper.

“I wanted to make a point in a way that you get it. I don’t want you permanently hurt or in pain for too long.”

As I finish, she slips off the bed and drops to her knees in front of me. Her voice is choked. “Please don’t leave me….”

“Charlotte. Stand up. I don’t need you to kneel for me.”

She doesn’t move. Sighing, I drop down to sit on the floor beside her. “Charlotte, I love you, and believe me, I never want to leave you, but you mustn’t make life impossible for me. So long as I have your promise that you will never do such a thing again, then we’re good. Do I have that promise?”

“Yes.”

“Look at me.”

Her eyes are red, her cheeks wet as she looks up. I wipe her tear-streaked face and kiss her. “It’s done. Come on, dry your eyes. Want to share a bath with me?”

She nods. “Yes, but I need to shower first.” She vanishes into the shower room, and a moment later, there is the hiss of running water.

Several minutes later, she is still in there. “Charlotte, are you alright?”

Stupid question.

Did I overdo it? Perhaps.

There is no reply, only the sound of water, so I go in to find her with the showerhead directed inwards between her legs.

“What are you doing?”

“I tried to tell you, but you didn’t want to listen. I couldn’t take my pill the last few days. You should have used a condom.”

Ah, fuck! Of all the times to risk….

Oh God, what have I done to you, Babe?

I don’t run the bath too warm, so as not to sting her sore ass. As we step into the foam together, she lies between my legs, her back against my chest so I can hold her in my arms. Her tears have dried, and she seems a little better.

But I feel lousy.