Buying the Virgin novel Chapter 91

CHARLOTTE

I am still riding the wave as the blindfold is snatched from me, and my Master, bending me all but double, legs pressed back against me, my knees hard against my chest, plunges in, ramming hard, his body as deeply within me as is possible.

I howl the pain and the ecstasy of it. He is himself volcanically aroused, his cock huge within me, stretching me wide, as he fucks me hard.

He seizes my chin, fingers holding my face tight, pulling my face to his as he kisses me roughly, almost violently. His mouth pressed against mine, he spasms and groans, first grinding against me, then repeatedly ramming hard into me. His eyes wild, he pulls out and away from me, lying to one side, panting.

And now, Michael is there, pushing his cock at my mouth. Again, he is already huge. Our earlier tryst has had no effect on his readiness. His cock-head streams over my lips as I open to take him in. There is no question of my working him. I simply wrap my lips around my teeth and let him face-fuck me, the ridge of his cock riding over skin slippery with sweat and saliva and pre-cum. My jaws ache, stretching wide to take his girth. He smells of heat, and lust, and sex; the pungency of his groin washing over me as he brings himself to climax in my mouth.

I feel it coming. He pauses, trembling, one hand gripping his shaft. Through my chest, the tension in his thighs grows and then, with a grunt, he spurts, hot, briny cream coating my tongue, before he pulls out, covering my face, splashing into my hair and over my neck.

Still shaking, he drops to all four over me, his still seeping cock resting on my neck.

“Jeez….” he mutters.

“I’ll second that….” comes my Master’s voice.

“If that’s what a few weeks’ enforced abstinence gives, then perhaps it’s worth it.”

“Um… Guys.” I say. “Any chance….?”

They both burst out laughing. “Sorry, Charlotte,” says Michael, untying my wrists. “We’re forgetting ourselves aren’t we.”

My Master tosses me a towel and I wipe myself down. “Um, Michael, Master. Are we able to have a bath or a shower here?”

Michael grins. “I was joking about the tin bath. Yes, we can use the hotel facilities. In fact, sensibly, we need to set ourselves up in one of the rooms there over Christmas, at least for everyday purposes. We can come here when we want to be cosy by the fire, or if we want some privacy.”

He leans over to kiss me, wiping away a little of his cum that I missed. “You do like it here?”

He needs reassurance. “Stop worrying. I love it here.” I stroke his face. “We’re going to be so happy.”

“Yes, we are.” smiles my Master. “By the way, did I mention that we have visitors tomorrow?”

“No, who?”

“Richard and Beth wanted to have a look at the place. Um, I think they’re as intrigued as much by our living arrangements, as by the house itself, but anyway, they’ll be dropping by tomorrow morning to have a look at the place.”

“Great!” says Michael. “Our first guests.”

*****

The car pulls up, chauffeured by Ross. Richard steps out of the back, walking round to open the door for Beth. He is wearing a suit. She is beautifully dressed, wearing an expensively tailored gown and high heels. Her hair and make-up are immaculate, her nails polished, and she moves like a ballerina. Everyone always tells me that we look alike, but seeing her arrive, wearing my jeans, sneakers and three layers of woollen sweaters against the cold, I feel like an ugly duckling.

Michael groans. “Oh, God. Look at the state of her. You did warn them that we’re living on a building site, didn’t you?”

My Master clicks his tongue. “I did, yes. but some people don’t take a hint.” Then he pastes on a smile. “Beth, Richard. Lovely to see you. Do come in.”

*****

Michael gives them the guided tour, my Master and I watching from afar. It is Michael’s project after all. Richard seems deeply interested in everything. Beth oscillates between fascination at the work and the building, being appalled at our living conditions, and dumbstruck at how to cope with her high heels over the broken floors and mud.

She used to be a hotel cleaner herself. Surely, she’s not forgotten all of that?

But, however out of place she looks, Beth still looks beautiful. I heave a deep sigh.

My Master glances sideways at me. “Something wrong?”

I don’t really know how to express what I’m feeling. “She’s such a lady, isn’t she? So elegant. I always feel clumsy around her. She’s always well dressed. She dances beautifully. She never looks less than perfect. I just wish I was a bit more like her.”

He looks amused. “More like her? Charlotte, you are matchless just as you are.”