Buying the Virgin novel Chapter 47

Michael reaches down, fingering my clit as my Master locks my arms behind me, fucking me hard all the time. Each thrust is individual, rammed hard up into me, and all the while Michael plays with my bud, rubbing gently between thumb and forefinger as my pussy leaks hotly down inside my thighs.

Orgasm spears through me, exquisite and sharp, sending my pussy into throbbing paroxysms. I think this triggers my Master’s climax as my cunt clenches and reclenches around him. He holds me ever more tightly as he presses into me and I scream out my own orgasm.

“Michael stop. For God’s sake, stop.” My pulsing clit is released, and I drop forward onto all fours, my Master atop and inside me.

As he pulls out of me, his final gesture is to slap my ass again, squarely on the sore spot. I yelp.

“Say, ‘Thank you, Master’.”

“Thank you, Master.” I grin up at him.

Michael stares at me, shaking his head.

*****

We choose the largest, front bedroom as our accommodation. Again, it overlooks the sea, with windows to front and both sides.

Wearing a large furry bathrobe, I stand, staring out, watching a yacht on the horizon as it sails out, falling over the edge of the world….

Michael unpacks, hanging his clothes neatly. My Master I notice is looking speculatively across the room.

“Something wrong, Master?”

“Not at all. I was just…. wondering… about Richard Haswell’s tastes…”

I look around. At first glance, it is a perfectly normal, although very grand, bedroom. Then I look at it again, through my Master’s eyes, taking in a few details.

The bed is a four poster, solidly built in timber. Several brass rings support heavy curtains on the frame, but they do look very secure. Those rings would easily support the weight of, say, a human body.

There is a basket weave chair, supported from a hook in the ceiling and overlooking the amazing view. Again, nothing in itself, but I follow the line of my Master’s speculations.

“You think this is a… playroom… disguised as a bedroom, Master?”

He sucks in his cheeks. “Let’s say that I think it would be very easy to adapt it for other uses than sleeping…” He eyebrow flashes me, smiling.

I can’t disagree with him and find my pussy abruptly warming over.

Both Michael and my Master look at me, grinning……

Oh, damn.

I could stamp my foot.

“How do you both know?” I ask in exasperation.

Michael leans into me, his voice low “Oh, Charlotte. Sorry, but when you feel horny, you are completely transparent.”

“What do you think of that pool?” asks my Master. “It’s pretty private here. No-one’s going to disturb us….”

The three of us…. in the water….

My pussy floods.

“Oooh… you two...”