Buying the Virgin novel Chapter 121

CHARLOTTE

Beth and I are safe, taken to some spot in the back-of-beyond, and simply delivered. “Mr Haswell said to tell you that the hotel staff are expecting you.” says the pilot as he drops us off on a pad, then immediately, rises, wheels and flies off.

The hotel staff are nothing if not courteous, and everything is there, waiting for us. Warm and comfortable, in a lovely suite, with gorgeous views, bathed and fed, and with fresh clothes waiting for us, we could ask nothing more.

I pace up and down, caged again.

How much of my life am I going to have to spend like this?

The door clicks open, swinging back. Standing there are my Master and Michael, and Richard following. He brushes past, wrapping his arms around Beth, taking her into the next room. Doubtless, they would like some privacy.

My Master simply tilts his head at me, soft-eyed. “Hello again.”

Michael looks ready to burst into tears. He sweeps forwards, embracing me. “Oh God, Charlotte. You’re okay. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He holds me, rocking me in his arms, his head pushed into my neck. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. Please, whatever happens from now on, you must always do what you think is the right thing, whatever the reason. I’ll understand. This won’t happen again.”

His arms are tight around me, his voice hoarse.

Oh, my Golden Angel. Please, don’t be so upset….

“Hey, I’m okay.” I try to keep my voice bright and uplifting. “It doesn’t matter what I promised. You didn’t think I was going to hang around when the building was on fire did you?” I laugh. “I was quite sure you didn’t intend me to promise to stay and get roasted …”

His face falls and I wonder if I’ve said the right thing.

*****

Our stay indefinite, but with no real outlet for the stress of events, the hotel feels like a trap. Michael, normally my rock, my anchor when all else is in turmoil around me, seems to suffer the most.

I’m not sure what his difficulty is, but after our initial meeting, he is distant, not exactly cool but unengaged….

Is it that I hurt him? Or that he thinks he hurt me?

He fucked me when I’d missed being able to take my pill for a few days. Perhaps he feels guilty about that? He doesn’t need to. Nothing came of it. But I’ve not found the right moment to reassure him.

I want to put it right. I know that I upset him when I set off, against all his wishes, to find Beth He punished me for it, but we have put that behind us now….

…. haven’t we?

*****

Backing me against the wall, my Master leans over me, fixing me with his narrow-eyed gaze, pinning my wrists above my head.

“This has gone on long enough,” he says. “I know that you and Michael had issues with each other; he with your behaviour over Beth, you with how he punished you, but both of those are dead and gone. It’s time to call it quits.”

My voice chokes. “What do I do, Master? He barely looks at me, let alone speaks to me. I’ve tried to talk with him, but I’m not sure he wants me any more….”

“He does. But he’s having trouble dealing with what happened, so I’m intervening.”

“What do you want me to do, Master? I want things back as they were as well.”

“The three of us are going to make love, and fuck together, as we always have done. I want to see you with that wide-eyed look you give him when he pushes his cock in your mouth. And I want to see him with that glazed expression he has when he watches you come.”

I’d love that….