Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 61

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?”