Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 33

Feeling uncomfortable, but knowing that I had better finish what I started. “Marcie said that you, both of you, used to be at the clubs all the time, that you had….” I choke on my words.

“Go on….”

“That the two of you had been through every ‘sub’ for miles….”

“Any more?” His expression is carefully blank.

“And that suddenly, you had stopped a few months ago. That you both vanished and everyone wondered what had happened.”

Michael stares up at the ceiling. My Master looks down, apparently studying the pile of the carpet. After a long hesitation, he speaks.

“You happened, Charlotte. You. You happened to both of us, and a game we had been playing together for years, suddenly wasn’t very…. rewarding, any more.”

He and Michael exchange another, longer look. He continues. “As I told you Charlotte, neither of us believed you would come back to us after that first week. But we had lost our appetite for the games we had been playing, and then…. you did come back. And you kept returning to us.” He takes my hand and kisses it. “Why would we go chasing after something that had become pointless, empty, for us, when we have you?”

Michael finally speaks. “You never talk of a boyfriend or another man. We thought you would, but you don’t….?”

I speak slowly, choosing my words. “No, there’s no boyfriend, no-one else. I did try, went on a couple of dates, but it wasn’t the same. I wanted you, both of you. Whenever some guy got interested, we would go out, have a couple of drinks, see a movie maybe, but I just found myself thinking about when I am here……” I trail off, at a loss as to where I go from here.

Michael leans across, and kisses me, full on the mouth. It is long, and passionate and loving, and says everything that words struggle with. As his arms enfold me, I return the kiss.

“So….” says my Master, watching us from the side. “Where do we go from here?”

*****

I so look forward to my visits and the time I can spend with my Master and Michael.

Stepping into my Master’s apartment. “Hellooo... Anyone around?”, I call out, kicking off my shoes at the door.

“Hi, Charlotte.” It is Michael, all smiles, arms held out in welcome. “It’s lovely to see you again,” he says.

I step into his embrace and he kisses me, lightly, his lips just brushing mine.

I glance around. “Just you?”

“James will be back later. He has some work to do today, but he said to say to you to make yourself at home.” He glances down at my bags, various textbooks and folders sticking out of the top. “It looks as though you have work to do as well?”

“Exams next week. I needed some peace and quiet to revise, so he said I could stay here for a few days.”

Michael laughs. “Peace and quiet? While you’re here? With us?”

“Well, we can’t er…. you know… all the time, can we? And at least afterwards, I’m nice and relaxed to get some hard studying done.”

“I take your point.” He pulls me in tighter, his arms tightening around my waist. “I’ve missed you.” His mouth hovers close, his breath sweet on my face. “I wanted to be here when you arrived.” His lips brush mine again. “It’s the first chance I’ve ever had to be alone with you.”

His meaning sinks in. “Ah… um, do I get a cup of coffee first?”

“Please,” he says. “Let me. I want to.”

Passively, I allow my Golden Lover to work his magic, tilting my head back, eyes closed, listening to my own breathing.

As he kneels to unbelt my jeans, my pussy purrs, warming and moistening, readying me for him. He slides the jeans down, allowing me to step out of them. My plain cotton panties follow, and as his hands slip them down, his lips caress my stomach, then slip down to my foxy curls.

I moan quietly as his warm breath washes over my thighs, a trickle making its way from my swelling pussy. His face pressed against me, as his tongue laps at my clit, my blood begins to sing, and my heart to race.

“Michael….”

He looks up. I don’t know what it is that I want to say, but he stands, sweeps me up in his arms, then lays me carefully down on the bed, naked and ready for him, wanting him.

I watch as he unbuttons his white shirt, revealing his beautifully muscled torso. He is not so tall as my Master, but stockily built; broad-shouldered and well-muscled. A scattering of golden hairs lead a trail down his tight abs, to the line of his belt, and his skin gleams with a fine sheen of sweat.

He struggles a little with the belt. The reason is clear to see; his jeans bulging already, the fit is tight. As he peels off the jeans, his glistening erection stands tall from its blond nest, to rest, with a pulse-beat tremble, against his flat stomach. And when my Lover lies beside me, his long shaft presses hard against my thigh.

His breath is quick and shallow, my own following, as he suckles at a breast, mouthing and sucking at the hard nub. Flushing warm, from my own arousal and from the heat of his body pressed against mine, I smell the scent of my own sex, intermingled with Michael’s wonderful spicy aroma.

One hand questing south, a finger dipping into the wetness between my thighs, he circles my clit. My breath shuddering, he works me, increasing my arousal, sending fire coursing through my veins. I do not even realise that I have my eyes closed until, as I open them, I find him watching me intently, smiling as my sexual exhilaration spirals upwards.

Reaching in more deeply, his fingers penetrate my slick entrance, two at first, then three, as he reaches upwardly for my sweet spot. Rubbing up against my inner wall with his fingertips, he grins as I yelp at the electricity sparkling through my core. Then, kneeling up, he presses his flat palm down against my stomach, against my g-spot, increasing the force against my internal walls. This is too much for my fluidly palpitating pussy, and I gush wet and hot over his hand.

“Oh God, Michael. Get inside me.”