Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 99

CHARLOTTE

Daniel seats himself close to me, too close, and I lean away from him. “Hey, c’mon. You enjoyed my company. I know you did. We could get together some time, couldn’t we?” He touches my arm, stroking it slightly.

“You’ll have to ask James.”

“I don’t need to ask him surely? You can decide for yourself.”

“I have decided for myself and I said, ‘No.’ I mean it. Now leave me alone.”

“You were happy enough to have me bang you before. Don’t you think you’re giving me mixed signals? Playing hard-to-get?”

“No. I don’t give mixed signals. And I don’t play hard to get either. I play, or you don’t get me.”

Daniel, with his back to the window, has not seen that Richard, glancing up, has noticed what is happening, and is muttering something to my Master, who twists around to look. As he sees Daniel, he scowls and stands.

Stepping out into Reception, he does not look happy. “Hello, Daniel. Something I can do for you?”

“Just chatting to Charlotte here.”

“Yes, I can see that.” Lips pressed hard together, his eyes skim over me……

Jeez…I’m going to get it off him later…

“Leave her alone, Daniel. Was there anything else? No? Then, Goodnight.” His expression is severe, the message clear.

Daniel shrugs and leaves, trying to catch my eyes as he goes. I look away.

“Has he been bothering you?” demands my Master.

“Not much, no.”

“Not much? This has happened before?”

“Er… yes, a few days ago.”

“Were you planning on telling me about it?”

“If I told you about it, every time some guy comes on strong, we’d never talk about anything else.”

His eyes narrow.

Oh, shit.

“Is that right?” He turns on his heel and returns to the office.

*****

Later, driving home. “Master. Are you angry with me? About earlier today, with Daniel?”

“No. It wasn’t your fault. I could see that you were not encouraging him….”

*Relief*

“…. however, I have dispensed with Daniel’s services.”

“You’ve sacked him?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t have to do that. He wasn’t bothering me. I’m quite capable of saying ‘No’.”

“He was bothering me. You shouldn’t have to keep saying ‘No’.”

I stare down. “You are angry with me.”

He glances sideways at me, then relaxing, he smiles, taking my hand and giving it a squeeze.

“No, Charlotte. Really, I’m not. You will have to forgive me. I’m in unfamiliar territory when I suffer jealousy over you. You’re right. With your looks, you are bound to draw male attention. I can hardly hold it against you, especially when I can see you refusing it.”

I stare out of the window.

Let’s hope it stays that way…

He dips deeper, sheathing his tongue inside me and I gasp, shuddering. And now he is working me open, his tongue lashing inside me, driving me wild.

“Master. Please. I want you inside me.”

He pulls himself upright, looking pleased. “As my Virgin requests.”

Standing, he unbelts, doing battle with his own erection to release it as he unzips. I giggle.

“Don’t laugh, Woman,” he growls. “A man has to have some dignity.”

“How do you have dignity, when you have body parts with a will of their own?”

He chuckles. “I’ll show you….” and naked, he lies beside me, resting his face against my chest, I think, listening to my heartbeat.

I stroke him, his cock swelling further, filling my hand. The blunt head of his erection pressing my palm, I rub finger and thumb over the ridge, enjoying the twitch and jump of his response.

“Enough!” he says. “You’ll finish me off.” And pulling himself above me, resting his weight on his elbows, he teases at my pussy. “Ready?” he whispers.

“Mmm, yes.”

“Thought so. You’re very wet.” He nuzzles against me, not entering. His movements are small, but my body responds, my heart pounding as he presses his flesh against mine, tantalising my swollen core.

My breath catching, I try to swing my hips, to take him inside me, but he withdraws. “No.” he murmurs. “Remember who is Master here.”

I relax, lying quiescent. “That’s better. You can have a little more now.” And he test-probes my entrance, pushing his cock-head slightly inside, stretching me open, but not penetrating deeply. He holds the position, his cock gripped by my palpitating pussy.

He sighs, dropping his head to my chest, his own breath juddering and I feel the shiver of his lean thighs as he fights for his own control.

“I want to fuck you brainless, but I’m not going to. We’ll take it nice and slowly this time.”

“Master, please.”

“No. Do as you’re told.”

I obey, to lie quivering, as my Master penetrates me so slowly, only a little at a time, before withdrawing again. My pussy vibrates, trying to clench around him, but he holds himself free of me until I settle again. Then again, he teases inside me, making a couple of short quick thrusts, again winding me tighter, something coiling up tight inside me.