Buying the Virgin novel Chapter 133

CHARLOTTE

“It’s wonderful Charlotte,” says my Master, “but I’m sorry. I’m not ready yet.”

“That’s alright, Master. You want me to stop?”

“Mmmm.… I know you and Michael want to make love. I’d like to watch you.”

Michael reaches across, pulling me to himself across our conjoined single beds, and underneath as he rolls atop me.

“Spread those thighs, Madam.” he laughs. “Your other lover wants to fuck you.”

On strong arms, he holds himself above me, as he presses between my legs. I’m warm and wet… ready for him. And my pussy pulses as I gaze up into my Golden Lover’s smile, and across to my Master, where, propped on an elbow, he watches us.

Michael is beyond aroused. Perhaps watching me pleasuring my Master has readied him for me. Rock hard, his cock, always large, is huge, stretching me open as he penetrates. And of course, we have not now made love for some time.

I gasp as he fills me, his thick shaft widening my passage with its girth, and he grins down as he squeezes inside me, his deep blue eyes brilliant with desire, intense with lust. “That feel good?”

“Oh God, yes….”

“How do you want it? Soft or hard?”

I chuckle. “It doesn’t come much harder…. but I’d like you to start soft, then work from there….”

He brushes lips over mine. “My pleasure…”

He pulls out of me, then pushes in once more. It’s tight enough that my pussy sucks at him, and I find myself, hands around his neck, pulling up close against him, swinging a leg around his hip, as I try to ride this colossal fucking.

He knows he’s testing me, and loving it. Mouth open over mine, he revolves his hips, working my g-spot, wringing helpless moans from me. He’s holding me tight, not letting me move. Michael doesn’t often ‘take charge’, but when he does, his sheer physical power is a turn-on. His well-muscled body is tremendously strong, and when he decides to pin me, as he is doing now, I simply can’t move. He can do whatever he wants, and he knows it.

“That’s enough baby-play,” he says. “Let’s take it a bit harder.” He ups his tempo, repeatedly impaling me with his cock, still holding me so that I can’t even squirm, only puff wordlessly, as the breath is knocked from me with each thrust.

Oh…. God…….

My igniting pussy is about to combust, as with ever-increasing cadence and energy, my Golden Lover pistons into me. My gasping turns to wailing, and he claps a hand over my mouth. “You’re in a hospital, Charlotte. Let’s not upset the nurses.” But still, he rams into me, ever harder.

And finally, he lets rip entirely, pounding relentlessly inside me with all his strength, wrenching strangled screams from me as my battered cunt goes into liquid meltdown. There is nothing subtle about this. It’s simply a good hard fuck and I, and my body, love it.

There’s no warning, no gentle spiral upwards. Orgasm strikes, rampaging through me.

Gagged by Michael’s palm, gripped immobile in his grasp, my body can only jerk and spasm as he steamrolls into me, my muffled shrieks, perhaps, contained within the room.

He’s watching me, as he always does when I come. And as my own seismic climax subsides, Michael stiffens and pauses, dropping his face down to my shoulder. Then hips bucking, he spurts into me. Once, twice, and a final juddering pulse before, relaxing, he releases his grip on me and rolls onto his back, breathing heavily. He gives me a quick smile and then lies back, gazing upwards.

I turn to my Master. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Charlotte. I’ll be back on form in a few days.”

Michael rolls to face him. “James….”

“I know. I know. It could be longer.”

“You were very badly injured, Master….”

He blinks. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be irritable. And…. that was good to see. The two of you.”

I kiss him. “I promised you that I would always come back to you, but this time, you had to come back to me.”

He strokes my cheek. “Always.”

*****

The following day, Richard and Beth come to visit. “Got everything you need?” asks Beth.

“Yes, everything except the magic wand it needs to provide overnight healing for a strong, arrogant, bad-tempered patient,” comments Michael.

“That bad?” asks Richard.

Michael shakes his head. “You have no idea….”

“Um, by the way….” says Richard, rubbing the side of his nose, “Er, there’s no non-embarrassing way to put this, but when you’re um…. busy…. in the middle of the night, you might want to keep the noise down. The matron down there….” He cocks his head at the door. “…. was laughing, but a bit indignant.”

I’ve never seen Michael blush before, but he flushes scarlet, looking anywhere but at Beth and Richard.

“Was she very annoyed?” I ask.

“Richard chuckles. “What if she was? Oh, by the way….” He fishes in his pocket. “Will Stanton asked me to give you these. They were taken off Klempner.” He holds out his hand, dropping something into mine….

… Two somethings: my rings. The two beautiful rings, in red and gold, and white and gold, gifted to me by my Master and my Lover, drop into my palm.

And as I slip them back onto my finger, to sit, interlocked as one piece again, the sun is shining, and my sky is blue.

*****

I sit at the table, a screen dividing the room, separating us, as Klempner seats himself at the other side. His body language is all arrogance, insolence and ‘Why am I bothering with this?’