Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 90

CHARLOTTE

Michael smiles and settles, wineglass in hand, simply watching me, gazing at me as though there is nothing else in the world to look at.

After a while, it becomes a bit embarrassing. “Um, I’m not going to dissolve if you look away, you know.”

My Master snorts a laugh. “You’ll have to forgive him, Charlotte. Michael has worked every waking hour on the house since the day he got the keys. He’s been looking forward to your arriving here.”

I reach out a hand to each of them, holding fingers. “Me too. I did as much work as I could back at college so that we could enjoy being together.”

I see that eye-lock thing they have, their eyes meeting, and I know that I’m about to be fucked six ways to Tuesday….

And Michael’s only just……

Then my Master looks at me, his lips curved in that almost-smile of his, and jerks his thumb towards the bedroom. “In there, I think, Madam.”

The bedroom is warmer now, the heat of the kitchen range percolating through the wall. I stand next to the bed, sandwiched between them.

Michael looks down at me. “Strip,” he says.

Strip? He’s never put it like that before.

“Strip?”

My Master leans close. “Michael wants to get his cock into your mouth, and I want to fuck your cunt, so…. strip.”

And my pussy floods.

Their eyes meet again. Both smiling, they look smug, having obviously pre-arranged this between themselves. I could neck them when they do that, but my pussy is growling for attention, and they both know it.

Business-like, I strip, pulling off layers of pullovers, removing boots, jeans and thick socks. Neither of them makes a move, or touches me, until, as I stand naked before them, suddenly they lunge, grabbing me by the arms, and they pull me, shrieking with laughter, onto the bed.

Michael pinning my arms over my head, my Master produces rope from his pocket, tying my hands, tethering me to posts of the bedhead.

Has he had it there all the time?

Of course, he has….

Wrists bound tight to the bed, I am pulled back down the mattress, the two of them tugging me at the ankles until my arms are stretched taut, and my belly and thighs tremble in anticipation. My breath is already shaky, and my pussy is going into overdrive.

I want to be fucked…….

……again….

Naked and immobilised, I watch them as, standing at the end of the bed, where I can see them both, they undress, each looking down at me; my Master with his non-smiling smile, eyes crinkled at the corners, Michael, soft-eyed, his smile, very white against his tanned face.

My tall, dark-eyed Master strips off his tie, removes cuff-links, unbuttons his immaculate white shirt, and peels it off to reveal his long, lean torso. Well-muscled and firm, tight-waisted, with a fine scattering of dark hair over his chest, that narrows to a tight line leading below his belt, he kicks off shoes, peels off socks, then pauses for Michael, my Golden Lover.

Michael also watches me as he undresses, his blue eyes holding mine as he pulls a thick sweater and undershirt over his head, and off. Not so tall as my Master, but more heavily built, he is broader in the shoulder, his muscles, strap-like, his abdomen flat and well-defined.

Both stripped to the waist, bare-footed, they gaze down on me, making me wait as I quiver and gasp.

Michael pulls something from his pocket; a black silk scarf. I have seen it before. He uses it as a blindfold.

Yes, they planned this together….

Pulling a pillow behind my head, he props me up a little, then binds the scarf around my eyes. “Not too tight?” he murmurs.

“No, I’m fine, but please…. don’t make me wait too long.…”

He chuckles, pressing a finger to my lips.

Blind now, I must take my cues from other senses. Michael is still close to me; his clean scent of pine and spice washing over me in waves as he moves. He straddles my chest, massaging my shoulders and breasts with strong hands, working my neck and head with his finger-tips.