Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 50

Quaking and bucking, I watch my ‘Golden Lover’ in disbelief as, again, he waits until I have quietened down and then, calmly, reaches over and squeezes again.

Again, it is agonizing, but this time not so much so. Michael is right. The body protects itself; desensitises after a while. I yell, but now so loudly.

“Yes,” he comments. “That’s wearing off, I think.” He smiles brightly at me. “Isn’t it good that you have two nipples?”

My chest heaving, sweating profusely now, knowing what is coming, I watch as Michael repeats the performance, fishing out an ice cube, circling my right nipple until it stands up hard. Even this sends fire through me….

He watches me, his face expressionless. “I’m going to enjoy finally fucking you. Might take you up the back though. Then I can slap those stripes of yours before they heal over completely, make you jump about a bit. Might as well get my value out of them.”

Holding a second clamp over my other nipple, he hesitates, watching me intently while he makes me wait, seeing what he is about to do. Then he snaps it into place.

This time there is nothing remotely gentle about it. He clamps it on hard, then squeezes, relaxes, squeezes, relaxes….

I scream and yell. Each time he squeezes, pain surges through me, ripping through to my pulsing cunt.

“James,” he says. “I’m nothing like done here yet, but do you want to suck her out for a bit? I think you’d enjoy that, while I make her squeal.”

My head swivels sideways. My Master is sitting on the bed, leaning back, sipping a glass of wine.

“Master! I didn’t see you there.” It is difficult to speak through my panting.

“You were busy,” he replies laconically, although with a glint of humour in his eye. “Michael saw me, though.”

“How long have you been there?”

“Oh, I think I caught most of it. I heard a rumpus from downstairs, and came to see if something was amiss….” He leans forward onto his knees. “You know I would have paid to see this if it weren’t free. And yes, I think I will; thank you, Michael.”

As Michael sits beside me, tormenting my nipples, my hips in convulsions, my Master settles on his stomach between my thighs.

“Don’t let her cum. If she gets close, stop her,” says Michael.

“Of course.” My Master leans in, lapping at me, licking up my hot juices, swiping circles inside me. My pussy begins to vibrate, but he feels it and withdraws, instead, licking my thighs, before withdrawing back to his chair. “Ah, no, Charlotte. You and Michael started this one. I’m just an observer here.”

That didn’t feel like fucking observation…

Michael gives the clamp a last pinch, watching me closely again. “Nope, I think that one’s done its best too.”

He removes both clamps, and the pain subsides a little from my tormented nipples.

Michael is fishing through his toys on the carpet. He produces something else, another clamp.

“This one has a vibe attached,” he comments. “Here, let me show you.” He clips it to my left nipple, before flicking a switch on a small control unit. The clamp starts to vibrate, but the nipple is numbed, and I don’t react much. He turns it off.

“As I said…” continues Michael, “…the body desensitises, but that’s not where I’m going to use this one. That was just a demonstration.”

He reaches between my legs and, for a horrified moment as I realise his target, I hover, breath held, before, slipping the hood back first, he clips the thing to my clit.

He hunkers down between my thighs. “You remember some weeks ago, you upset James here, and he gave you a lesson in orgasm denial? Now you’re going to get another one, but it’s going to go a bit further…”

Further?