Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

Chapter 106: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Twenty-Two

CHARLOTTE

Richard heads out, leaving the three of us alone together. As he leaves, my Master almost sags. Taking the coffee mug from my hand, he pulls me upright and wraps his arms around me, his chin resting on my head.

“When you called me last night,” he says softly, “and Michael told me there were gunmen after you... I didn’t know how to react, how to deal with it.…”

“You dealt with it the right way.” chuckles Michael. “It looked like the circus had come to town as we came out of the woods.”

“It was Michael who saved us,” I say.

“Your own performance wasn’t too shabby. When I saw you gagging that smashed up face with his own tie… There’s not too many women would have done that….”

And of a sudden, it wells up in me. All the panic, and horror, and fear that I should have felt the night before, break free and I start sobbing, tears streaming down my face as my Master rocks me back and forth. I think he is comforting himself as much as me.

After a minute or so of this, Michael breaks in. “I like a woman who keeps her promises.”

It is such an unexpected thing for him to say. My tears dry up. “Um, sorry. What?”

“You did promise me a hysterical outburst once we were safe.”

Despite myself, I laugh. “So I did. Sorry about that. Just give me a minute, would you both.”

In the bathroom, I splash my face, which helps. Then scrabbling through drawers, I find a toothbrush and paste. As I spit minty foam into the sink, there is a knock on the door.

“Mmm… Mmmmph.” I reply through my mouthful of froth.

The door pushes open; Michael. “You okay?”

“Mmm...mmmphhh.” I nod, spitting and rinsing again.

“Now there’s a good idea.” he smiles. “Is there another one in there?”

I rinse my brush and pass it to him. “Nope, but I think we’re a bit beyond the niceties of oral hygiene wouldn’t you say? Another coffee?”

“Please, yes.”

as I move to sit there, he hauls me in by the waist to lie cradled back against him. From behind me, he strokes my

soft, kneels in front of me, fingers caressing my face. “Thank

“For what?”

was beside myself last night. I thought I’d lost you; both of

was

don’t intend to thank Michael the way I’m going to thank

thanks, James. I’ll pass on that

himself. “Lie back,” he whispers, still stroking

Master, my Dark Angel. Leaning forward over me, he kisses me, softly,

but are you ready for this? Here I am, pushing myself on you, when last

life. And yes, I’m ready.”

thoughtful, but then sweeping his hands over my belly,

on him too.

my arms around him, stroking. “Shhh... We came back. I came back. I

rests his head against my

“Mmm?”

want you inside me. I

“Come on. That bed’s

takes me by the hand, leading me to the

*****

MICHAEL

bedroom, but once in there, she stops,

tie, unbuttons his shirt, sliding it from his shoulders, then

lets it slide

with his socks, then rubs his feet. James sighs, leaning back on his hands, closing his eyes and letting his head rest back. Then

watched her gag a face from a horror movie, and yet, here she

kind of life have

she swings over to

wants to be inside you,

eyes, questioning.

after him. He’s my friend too, but I can’t give him

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