Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 54

To my surprise, it is my Master who seizes me and kisses me, but I am snatched away from him by Michael, who enfolds me, almost envelops me, kissing me as though he will never stop.

Finally, he breaks for air, then holding me by the shoulders, looks at me square on. “You will have me? You will marry me?”

“Yes, Michael. I will marry you.” And under my breath, I murmur, “My Golden Lover….”

“Oh, Charlotte. Thank you.” He wraps his arms around me, tightly, rocking me from side to side.

“And, at this point,” says my Master, “I suppose that I should say, that, now, I also have a gift for Charlotte.”

Again, I see his eyes meet with Michael’s, locking for a moment…

….?

What are they up to…?

From his pocket, my Master takes a small, leather-bound box, identical to Michael’s. As my suspicions of a conspiracy grow, he opens it, to offer me a ring, identical to the one Michael has given me, except that it is of braided yellow and red gold.

I stare at it in bafflement. “Master?” Then I look from the one to the other of them, and back again.

“Aren’t you going to take it?” asks Michael. “I thought it was what you wanted?”

“But how….?”

My Master speaks softly. “I will always be your Master, Charlotte, for as long as you want me. And Michael will be your husband, in the legal sense. In truth, we all know the reality. The three of us are bound, each to the others. And we, the two of us, Michael and I, ask that you wear both rings.”

I look at my Master, dumbstruck. Then at Michael, who grins and winks at me.

Hands shaking, I take the second ring, fitting it to my finger. The slight scalloping at the edges of the two golden bands fits together, and the pair sit on my finger, apparently a single piece, in gleaming red, gold and silver-white.

“You will have one husband de jure,” says my Master, softly. “but, de facto, two.”

And I burst into tears.

“Hey, Charlotte, calm down.” Michael sounds worried, bafflement in his voice. “Have we upset you somehow?”

“Just nerves I think,” comments my Master, holding me tightly. “Shhh... it’s alright. We’re both with you.”

My Master and my Husband-to-Be, stand close. “I’m okay. I’m happy. I’m happy.” I protest. Then, feeling an idiot, I rub my eyes, trying to wipe my tears.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Charlotte,” says Michael. “It’s no good at all for your mascara.”

Ah-Ah – Panda-eye alert……

“Um, s’cuse me a minute.”

I vanish into the bathroom, take a minute to compose myself, then repair my makeup. I’ve just gotta look good for the next hour or so….

For five minutes, I sit on the edge of the bath, twiddling with the pair of rings, so beautiful on my hand. What woman could ask for more?

Breathe deeply….

Making my way back to the lounge, I smile, feeling sheepish. “Um, sorry, just a bit overwhelmed there…”

Then I stop, at the expressions on their faces….

What are they planning?

They’ve had a good five minutes to talk alone……

“I think…” says my Master, his hand on the small of my back, prompting me towards the door, “… that a celebration is in order…”

Michael says nothing, but the look in his eyes is beyond words. The two each take one of my hands, leading me up the stairs.

In the bedroom, my Master drops back, allowing Michael to stand more closely to me. Michael takes my hand, lifting it, looking, just looking, at the rings. My fingers held in his, his thumb plays with the twinned bands, before once more looking into my face. Lifting my hand, he kisses my fingers, then lets my hand fall away.

Stroking my hair, his breathing is deep and slow, heavy. His face rests by mine, propped a little on my shoulder, as his hands wander my silhouette; the fullness of my breasts, the slight curve of my belly, the sweep of hip into waist before, pulling me in close, he wraps his mouth around mine.

His voice is muffled as he says “James?”

Instantly, my Master is behind me, his tall, lean frame pressing against mine. At thigh level, there is the pressure of both his erection and Michael’s, hard against my flesh, and through my chest and back, twin heartbeats pound with mine, my body vibrating in resonance.

The aroma of my Lovers washing over me….

…. My Master…. My Husband-to-Be….

…. my shuddering breathing draws in their scent: heady, intoxicating, musky… pine… spicy… male….

Michael turns me, his shoulders on mine, guiding me downwards.

“On your knees for your Master, Charlotte.”

I drop, my face level with my Master’s bulging cock. I kiss him, through his clothes, but he is unbuttoning his shirt, unbelting his jeans and stepping out of them. Behind me, Michael is also undressing.

My Master, his fingers stroking my hair, presses himself lightly against my lips. A droplet forms at the tip, and reforms as I kiss it away, coating my lips with his pre-cum.

He nudges into my mouth and I suck at the head, swiping with my tongue around the ridge, and loving the tremble and pulse between my lips. Behind me, Michael’s shaft presses hard against my shoulder blades and the quivering excitement of his body trembles through me. Pulling free of my Master’s cock for a moment, I twist, trying to reach Michael, to reach both my Lovers….

…. My Master…. My Husband-to-Be….

Michael moves, to stand before me, so now, both my Lovers are presenting me with their erections. Together, they push at my parted lips, and I spare a moment to wonder how easy they are with each other, being quite this close and ‘intimate’.

But, rolling my eyes upwards, there is no sign of discomfort between them. Both are smiling down at me. I think the two are good enough friends, and ‘comfortable enough in their skin’ for it not to be an issue.

In any case, I have two cocks in front of me, both throbbing and glistening, ready for me.

How do I do this?

Reaching between Michael’s legs, with one hand, I caress and massage him, pressing on the root of his shaft, cupping his balls. With the other hand, I guide my Master’s cock into my mouth, licking and sucking at the trickling stream of pre-cum.

A minute later, I change, wrapping my lips around Michael’s erection, swiping my tongue over the ridge, working the shaft with one hand. With my other hand, I stroke and knead at my Master, feeling his sac crinkle and harden, and the pulsing of his cock under the pressure of my fingers.

“Clever girl,” murmurs Michael, before sighing, he stares upwards.

My Master stoops, reaching for my tee-shirt, pulling it up and over my head. Michael follows suit, undoing my bra, releasing my breasts to swing free. The pair pull me upright, before, swinging me around, my Master clasps me from behind, holding me around my now naked torso, pulling me backwards, off my feet, so that I end up supported by his body as he sits on the bed edge. Cupping a breast, he kisses my neck, mouthing softly at the beating pulse there. Michael kneels between my legs, undoing my belt, pulling away my jeans and panties, leaving me naked.

Holding me in his arms, my Master strokes my belly and breasts, his breath warm around my neck where still, he skims his lips across my skin, nibbling at me. Michael dips his face to my thighs, kissing foxy curls, then laving my clit in the heat of his mouth. Swinging my legs over his shoulders, so that my bare feet are supported on his back, he glances up into my eyes, licking at my pussy lips, working his tongue between, and into my folds.