Buying the Virgin novel Chapter 56

My Master masks his expression quickly. Michael also does not seem happy, but he simply looks away.

“Shall we go? I’m all done here today,” says my Master, his tone short. Turning on his heel, he leads the way out, Michael and I following.

Michael gives me a quizzical look, unsmiling, and speaks quietly to me. “Never thought I’d see that…”

“What?” I speak equally quietly.

“James showing jealousy over you. Didn’t think he had it in him.”

“Jealous? Why would he be jealous? I’m not about to run off… and anyway, besides you two, there’s been loads of different guys, when we’ve all been having fun together… You and he have chosen them for me. What’s he got to be jealous about?”

“If he’s going to be jealous, I suppose a billionaire alpha’s a good place to start, but Charlotte, you reacted to Haswell… and James saw that. So did I.”

“Um, did I? I didn’t mean to. I don’t want to offend the man who.…”

Michael gives me a long look…. “Let’s just get out of here, shall we?”

As we leave the building, my Master walking ahead of us, I decide that Michael is right. There is something about my Master’s stance, his body language. Michael leans towards me, his voice still quiet.

‘It’s not about sex, Charlotte, about other men. He’s your Master. And you reacted to Haswell; the way you should only react to him.”

“Are you mad at me too?”

I’m not thrilled with you, no. And I’m going to make a prediction as well.”

“Mmm? What?”

“You’re going to have another set of stripes on your ass this evening.”

It doesn’t get to the evening. Back at the beach, as we get out of the car, my Master, who has been unusually silent all the way back, grabs me by the wrist. “You, Madam. Upstairs. Now.” His tone is severe, his face unsmiling.

In the bedroom, he rummages through the drawer where Michael packed his collection of ‘toys’, producing rope. I have seen it before. On that occasion, Michael used it to tie me, then fuck me over the horizon. We had a memorable time that day.

Without preamble, my Master tugs my tee-shirt up and off. My bra follows.

I am marched to the edge of the huge four-poster bed, where we have all been sleeping. My eyes are drawn, inexorably up, to the brass rings that run across the top of the frame, supporting heavy curtains.

With economic movements, my Master unclips one of the curtains, leaving the rings free. Looping the rope through the rings, he ties one end to my left wrist. The other end binds my right wrist. Then, grabbing at the section of the rope looping through the rings, he pulls downward, and my arms are hauled upwards. Then he heaves on the rope and this time I am stretched upwards, my weight being lifted off my feet.

“Take it easy,” says Michael from behind me. “I know testosterone poisoning when I see it, but don’t crucify her. Her feet stay on the floor.”

“I’m not going to crucify her. Impale is probably nearer the mark.”

“Just don’t get carried away, is what I’m saying.”

“Don’t you have anything else to do?”

“Not a chance. I’m staying here until you’ve blown off some steam.”

My Master doesn’t reply. He takes off my sandals, then, his eyes locked on mine, unbelts my jeans and pulls them off. My panties follow.

He pulls me close by the waist, pushing his hands between my legs. “Horny, are we?” he says to me. In truth, I am nervous. I have not seen my Master in this mood before. He feels… dangerous…

But my pussy is loving this. He pulls out fingers coated in my hot juices. He picks up the belt of my jeans, tugging it, snapping the leather between his hands.

Michael grabs him by the wrist. “No. You’re over-reacting.”

He looks down at me, sucking in his cheeks. “Perhaps you’re right.” He pointedly puts the belt down, then spins me to face away from him.

“I think the flat of my hand should make the point well enough,” he says, from behind me.

“What have I done, Master?”

“You know damn well what you’ve done.”

“You’ve never been angry before with me over other men. You chose men for me. You enjoyed it.”

“This one’s different, and you know it.”

His hand slaps across my naked ass, hard, and I inhale sharply at the sting.