Buying the Virgin novel Chapter 49

I protest. “Michael… my clothes…”

“Fuck it. I’ll buy you another. It’s worth it to see that expression on your face…” He reaches down, and fingers looped through my bikini bottom, again literally rips it apart and pulls it off me, leaving me naked and bound.

This is a side of him I’ve not seen before….

He wants me to fight him?

I lock my ankles together. He hasn’t won yet.

Michael stands, towering over me. Methodically, he strips off his shirt and jeans. His erection is huge. He is seriously turned on.

Then he notices my locked ankles, my tightly clamped thighs. “Really?” he comments, then vanishes off, somewhere out of my sight.

He returns, seconds later, with …

There is a buzz.

Oh, God….

Michael takes his vibrating egg, fiddling with it for a second. The buzz gets louder. “Low power only for now,” he says. Then he pushes it between my thighs, squeezing it over my sweat slickened skin, in and down…. and in….

No amount of tightening or pressure from me will stop this. The smooth, slippery object simply glides past my skin. He inserts it inside me, pushing it deeply in, until my whole pussy and core are humming in resonance with it, setting me a-tremble.

Oh, God….

I’ll leave you to get used to that for a minute. Don’t go away.”

He returns, this time with rope. “You didn’t think I came here without everything we might need?”

The rope is the kind of soft silken stuff that works well on skin, binding without digging in, but the length of it…

What is he going to do?

He glances around the room, then I see him measuring with his eye the space between the wall I am tied to, and the foot of the bed.

He grabs my locked ankles. “I could just prise you open you know,” he says, “force my cock inside you. But I’ll have more fun this way.”

The vibe inside me is in fact, making it very difficult for me to keep my legs together. My pelvis is shuddering and shaking, my pussy liquefying.

He seizes me by my locked ankles, pulling me straight, squaring me up to the foot of the bed. Looping one end of the rope around an ankle, he tugs at it, to slide it between my feet. Then he stretches out the rope, coiling it around the upright on one side of the four-poster, and then the other side, before stretching it back, tensioning the rope a little, and tying the end to my other ankle.

“You see,” he says, conversationally, “I can do this now.” And he pulls at the rope. As it pulls, my ankles are firmly and irresistibly prised apart, my legs opened.

He pulls on the rope until my ankles are about a foot apart. He surveys me. “You know, I think we can do better than that.”

He unties one ankle, all the while holding a tight grip on my leg, and then reties me at the knee. He repeats this on my other leg.

Then he tightens the rope again. Now I am opened at the knee. Flat on my back, arms tied back beyond my head, I am opened and displayed, my pussy in full view, opened, melting.

And all the while, the egg is purring away inside me.

I am volcanically aroused. My steaming cunt sends heat washing over my skin; my breasts, my face.

Michael sits down beside me on the floor, looking into my face. “Yeah…. that’s the look…” With one finger, he twiddles at my clit, making me jerk and buck. “You look amazing, but you know, I’m going to see how hard I can make you scream, without actually leaving stripes on you. There’s more than one way to skin a cat.”

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“Don’t go away.”