Buying the Virgin novel Chapter 80

My Master blows air. “True enough….” He rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling. “Michael and I met at the clubs…”

There is a long silence. I don’t try to fill it, waiting...

He continues. “My wife had divorced me. I was still stinging from it. Michael has never been married, but he’s fairly cynical about, um… predatory women.”

I laugh. “Yes, he feels quite strongly about Marcie and her ilk…”

He laughs. “You’re not wrong there. If ever I saw a man ready to run…. Anyway, I was….” He pauses. “…Is it going to bother you? Having this conversation? You’re on safe ground. Virgins don’t have a past… Well, not this sort of past anyway, but I…. and Michael…”

“It’s alright, Master. No, you won’t upset me. We’ve already established, haven’t we…. the past is the past?”

He turns back to me, giving me a long look, then kisses me: a slow kiss, his hand caressing my face.

Rolling onto his back again…. “We were both playing the game, independently. Lots of fun. Lots of sex. No strings.” He huffs. “Tom-catting…. Several times, I saw him from the viewing galleries, with a different woman every time. Other times, he saw me. We were attracted to similar types, although we…. had different ideas as to what to do with them….”

He glances sideways. I just grin, knowing exactly what he is talking about. “Anyway, there was an evening… he was with a woman…. he’d had no trouble getting her… I mean, you know what he looks like. They all want to be with him…. but this one wanted a bit more… heat… than he was comfortable delivering…. she still wanted him to fuck her brains out, but she also wanted, a bit more…. Anyway, he invited me in, to join them….”

“Did she, by any chance, have a bright red ass by the time you finished?”

He blushes. He actually blushes.

Laughing, “I get it, Master. So, the two of you made a team, and worked together for your fun?”

“That’s about the size of it.”

“Am I embarrassing you?”

“A little, yes, but I can hardly complain about your not telling me everything, and then not… reciprocating…… Is there anything else you want to ask?”

“Yes. How did you find out about the auction?”

He frowns. “Um, good question. How did I learn of it?” He rubs his head in thought.

“You didn’t go looking for it?”

“No, not at all. Never occurred to me. After all, I’m not exactly a teenager…. Ah yes…. Got it… It was an e-mail that came in, caught my eye.”

“You mean like one of those that offers to…. extend you…?”

He bursts out laughing. “Yes. Just like one of those. Except that this one offered to provide….” He suddenly swallows his words.

“Master?”

“I’m sorry, Charlotte. The enormity of what I did, is still coming home to me.”

“Master, It’s alright. We’re fine now…. aren’t we?”

“I keep thinking about that other girl in the auction….”

“You didn’t behave like that, Master. You were wonderful to me. I had a great week. I came back.”

“Charlotte, let me ask you a question. How did you find out about the auction?”

“Oh, that’s easy Master. I did go looking for it. I needed the money. I was simply trying to find a way of selling the only asset I had to offer. Once I started searching the internet, it only took me a few hours to track down a way of doing it.”

He rolls over to face me again, frowning. “So, when you went looking for a market….”

…. There is the sound of a car engine, footsteps outside, the clunk of a door opening, and more footsteps, inside…. keys clinking down onto on a surface.

“Charlotte? James?”

“Up here, Michael.”

The click of shoes on steps…. and Michael pushes open the bedroom door. He surveys the two of us, semi-enfolded in sheets, the wine bottle, the glasses. His gaze sweeps the room, takes in the belt on the floor, the marks on the wall.