Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

Michael holds out his hand to me. "Lovely to meet you, Charlotte. I can see James here still has the knack of picking the lookers."

It could have sounded cheesy, but it doesn't. Quite the opposite, he is charming. I take his offered hand, rising now to meet him. If nothing else, there is no need for me to abandon my good manners.

As I stand, Michael takes me in the lightest of embraces, kissing me on the cheek. So close, I can smell him: a mix of sandalwood and pine. His hands are slightly roughened, as though he does some kind of manual work, a craftsman of some kind. His muscular build seems to back that up, and for all his gentle touch, there is a controlled strength to his touch that hints at physical power.

My panties are abruptly soaked, and I blush, sucking on my lips and, not knowing where to look. I look away from both men, taking refuge in sitting to slurp down more coffee.

"Are you joining us for breakfast Michael?" asks my Master.

"Just a coffee for now. I'll not overstay my welcome. I just wanted to introduce myself to Charlotte, so that she can get used to the idea of me."

I look first at Michael, then into my Master's eyes. There is a twinkle there and he gives me just the hint of a wink, settling my jitters. He is a good man. He proved that last night. With the contract I agreed to, he could have abused me, but did not. On the contrary, he went out of his way to make my loss of virginity a lovely and exciting occasion. He would not introduce me to anyone dangerous. And isn’t this his old friend?

Against all the odds, my anxiety lessens and I begin to enjoy myself. Concentrating on eating my huge breakfast, I listen to chit-chat between the two men. It is obviously mainly for my benefit, to calm me down, but nonetheless, they clearly do know each other well, asking about events and acquaintances that mean nothing to me.

After twenty minutes or so, Michael stands. "Gotta go. I'll see you both later." He flashes white teeth at me and echoes my Master's wink.

After he leaves, my Master sits silently watching me for a few seconds. "Alright Charlotte?"

"I think so, yes. He seems very nice."

“Yes, he is. That's why I chose him for today. You will, by the way, find if you check your account, find that it has swelled overnight. You will be earning quite a bit more towards those college costs of yours.”

cheering thought. “Er…can I ask what

But, as I say, that’s for this

occurred to me that I would be asked

my confusion, my Master steps in. “A trip out somewhere perhaps? It’s a

up in the mountains? It will be hot

breakfast. I’ll go order

I. He drives us way up into the hills, to a beauty spot by the pine forests, looking down over the sea, sparkling blue and silver far below. We are dressed casually, both wearing jeans and tee shirts, good for sitting on warm grass and enjoying blue

a Bentley or a Rolls for Ascot, with smoked salmon, strawberries and cream, and champagne. For several hours, we chat about this and that, and I learn quite a lot about my new Master, who I am

after the failure of his marriage, no longer wishing to be ‘tied’. However, he does enjoy a life of sexual adventure -

there been others? Before me I mean? Have

literally buying a woman.” He leans forward, taking my hand. “You

not sure what

like you, would have had the sheer nerve to do what you have done. I admire you for it…and

us arrive, he smiles. “Hello, James. Good evening

a little while, I am expected to be having sex together with these

to the bathroom. “You will find some

my hair up. It is uncooperative, tangling into knots every time I try to pin it high, so, giving it up as a bad job, I brush it

me like armour, heart pounding, I step back into the lounge, dimly

as one, both smiling, and my Master offering me a glass.