Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 50

Quaking and bucking, I watch my ‘Golden Lover’ in disbelief as, again, he waits until I have quietened down and then, calmly, reaches over and squeezes again.

Again, it is agonizing, but this time not so much so. Michael is right. The body protects itself; desensitises after a while. I yell, but now so loudly.

“Yes,” he comments. “That’s wearing off, I think.” He smiles brightly at me. “Isn’t it good that you have two nipples?”

My chest heaving, sweating profusely now, knowing what is coming, I watch as Michael repeats the performance, fishing out an ice cube, circling my right nipple until it stands up hard. Even this sends fire through me….

He watches me, his face expressionless. “I’m going to enjoy finally fucking you. Might take you up the back though. Then I can slap those stripes of yours before they heal over completely, make you jump about a bit. Might as well get my value out of them.”

Holding a second clamp over my other nipple, he hesitates, watching me intently while he makes me wait, seeing what he is about to do. Then he snaps it into place.

This time there is nothing remotely gentle about it. He clamps it on hard, then squeezes, relaxes, squeezes, relaxes….

I scream and yell. Each time he squeezes, pain surges through me, ripping through to my pulsing cunt.

“James,” he says. “I’m nothing like done here yet, but do you want to suck her out for a bit? I think you’d enjoy that, while I make her squeal.”

My head swivels sideways. My Master is sitting on the bed, leaning back, sipping a glass of wine.

“Master! I didn’t see you there.” It is difficult to speak through my panting.

“You were busy,” he replies laconically, although with a glint of humour in his eye. “Michael saw me, though.”

“How long have you been there?”

“Oh, I think I caught most of it. I heard a rumpus from downstairs, and came to see if something was amiss….” He leans forward onto his knees. “You know I would have paid to see this if it weren’t free. And yes, I think I will; thank you, Michael.”

As Michael sits beside me, tormenting my nipples, my hips in convulsions, my Master settles on his stomach between my thighs.

“Don’t let her cum. If she gets close, stop her,” says Michael.

“Of course.” My Master leans in, lapping at me, licking up my hot juices, swiping circles inside me. My pussy begins to vibrate, but he feels it and withdraws, instead, licking my thighs, before withdrawing back to his chair. “Ah, no, Charlotte. You and Michael started this one. I’m just an observer here.”

That didn’t feel like fucking observation…

Michael gives the clamp a last pinch, watching me closely again. “Nope, I think that one’s done its best too.”

He removes both clamps, and the pain subsides a little from my tormented nipples.

Michael is fishing through his toys on the carpet. He produces something else, another clamp.

“This one has a vibe attached,” he comments. “Here, let me show you.” He clips it to my left nipple, before flicking a switch on a small control unit. The clamp starts to vibrate, but the nipple is numbed, and I don’t react much. He turns it off.

“As I said…” continues Michael, “…the body desensitises, but that’s not where I’m going to use this one. That was just a demonstration.”

He reaches between my legs and, for a horrified moment as I realise his target, I hover, breath held, before, slipping the hood back first, he clips the thing to my clit.

He hunkers down between my thighs. “You remember some weeks ago, you upset James here, and he gave you a lesson in orgasm denial? Now you’re going to get another one, but it’s going to go a bit further…”

Further?

The one time my Master has really been angry with me and administered ‘discipline’, was unforgettable and left me unable to stand.

Michael pulls out something else; a small, silvery, bullet-shaped object. Again, he fiddles with a control unit, and it starts buzzing. Reaching under me, he slips it inside me at the back.

My insides are humming. My pussy palpitating.

I want to cum.

“Don’t get any ideas,” he says. “You’re not cumming yet.”

Then he turns on the clit vibe. Fire stabs through me. I arch and tense, my spine and thighs quivering with strain, wailing with arousal, and the need to climax.

Michael slides a couple of fingers inside me, rubbing at my inner walls. He knows exactly where my g-spot is.

Any trace of control I have is failing. My body heaving and shuddering, breathing ragged, the climb to climax is swift. The tautness in my pussy wells. Orgasm is taking me….

I gasp in shock.

Iced water poured over my clit, labia, and pussy, splashing over my thighs, quells my orgasm before it blooms, and I lie there, shaking helplessly, puffing and blowing as my vibrating cunt hovers….

“I did say that you’re not going to cum yet.”

“Oh God, Michael. You’ve made your point. Please, I need to cum.”

“My point? No, not trying to make any point. I just want to see that look on your face.”

I stare at him. “Yup, that’s the one,” he says. “Let’s go over that again, shall we.”

He wipes me over with a towel, removing most over the chill. The vibes from my clit and ass have never ceased, and now, warming again, my orgasm begins once more to curl up inside me.

Michael, holding my eyes, glances sideways for a moment. “We’ll take a break for a minute. Let’s see you suck James off. He’s ready to blow.”

He stops both vibes, unclipping the one on my clit, releasing some of the tension in my hips and spine. My Master straddles my chest, unzipping to pull out his cock, shoving it at my mouth. From my trussed position, I can barely raise my head, so another pillow is shoved under, enabling me to take my Master in my mouth. As he pushes inside, trailing pre-cum over my lips and tongue, he comments “That’s a better position for your face. You’ll have more of a view for whatever Michael has in mind next.”

Next?

Already rock hard and ready, my Master doesn’t take long. Half a dozen short thrusts into my mouth and he cums, spurting his hot cream, spilling it over my tongue. As he finishes, he withdraws and jets his last over my face, wiping his cock clean on my cheek as he finishes.

“Michael’s turn again now,” he says. “Thank you, Michael. I was ready for that.”

Michael produces the egg again, turning it on, and upping the power. “Full power this time,” he says, pushing it inside me.

I wail and arch again, as my already swollen and now, hypersensitive pussy, reverberates with the egg. Michael settles himself between my legs, both hands probing my cunt and clit. “I know just how to play you, Charlotte,” he says. “Let’s see how far we can take this.”

He positions the jug of iced water and the towel close by.

From his position, and with my head now raised, he is watching me square on. With one hand, he finger-fucks me, one finger, then two, then three, scraping past the egg and at my sweet spot inside as he does so. With the other hand, he works my clit, a finger holding the hood back, thumb flicking at the hard nub. The flicking combines with the vibrations to produce a sensation utterly indescribable, and utterly irresistible.

Inexorably, my climax mounts again, and quickly. My pussy clenching around his fingers, hips shaking uncontrollably, orgasm rises, billowing up from my pulsing cunt….

….and is quenched in icy water again. For good measure, Michael rubs an ice cube inside my pussy, against the quivering inner muscles. All the while, I howl and scream.