Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 121

CHARLOTTE

Beth and I are safe, taken to some spot in the back-of-beyond, and simply delivered. “Mr Haswell said to tell you that the hotel staff are expecting you.” says the pilot as he drops us off on a pad, then immediately, rises, wheels and flies off.

The hotel staff are nothing if not courteous, and everything is there, waiting for us. Warm and comfortable, in a lovely suite, with gorgeous views, bathed and fed, and with fresh clothes waiting for us, we could ask nothing more.

I pace up and down, caged again.

How much of my life am I going to have to spend like this?

The door clicks open, swinging back. Standing there are my Master and Michael, and Richard following. He brushes past, wrapping his arms around Beth, taking her into the next room. Doubtless, they would like some privacy.

My Master simply tilts his head at me, soft-eyed. “Hello again.”

Michael looks ready to burst into tears. He sweeps forwards, embracing me. “Oh God, Charlotte. You’re okay. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He holds me, rocking me in his arms, his head pushed into my neck. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. Please, whatever happens from now on, you must always do what you think is the right thing, whatever the reason. I’ll understand. This won’t happen again.”

His arms are tight around me, his voice hoarse.

Oh, my Golden Angel. Please, don’t be so upset….

“Hey, I’m okay.” I try to keep my voice bright and uplifting. “It doesn’t matter what I promised. You didn’t think I was going to hang around when the building was on fire did you?” I laugh. “I was quite sure you didn’t intend me to promise to stay and get roasted …”

His face falls and I wonder if I’ve said the right thing.

*****

Our stay indefinite, but with no real outlet for the stress of events, the hotel feels like a trap. Michael, normally my rock, my anchor when all else is in turmoil around me, seems to suffer the most.

I’m not sure what his difficulty is, but after our initial meeting, he is distant, not exactly cool but unengaged….

Is it that I hurt him? Or that he thinks he hurt me?

He fucked me when I’d missed being able to take my pill for a few days. Perhaps he feels guilty about that? He doesn’t need to. Nothing came of it. But I’ve not found the right moment to reassure him.

I want to put it right. I know that I upset him when I set off, against all his wishes, to find Beth He punished me for it, but we have put that behind us now….

…. haven’t we?

*****

Backing me against the wall, my Master leans over me, fixing me with his narrow-eyed gaze, pinning my wrists above my head.

“This has gone on long enough,” he says. “I know that you and Michael had issues with each other; he with your behaviour over Beth, you with how he punished you, but both of those are dead and gone. It’s time to call it quits.”

My voice chokes. “What do I do, Master? He barely looks at me, let alone speaks to me. I’ve tried to talk with him, but I’m not sure he wants me any more….”

“He does. But he’s having trouble dealing with what happened, so I’m intervening.”

“What do you want me to do, Master? I want things back as they were as well.”

“The three of us are going to make love, and fuck together, as we always have done. I want to see you with that wide-eyed look you give him when he pushes his cock in your mouth. And I want to see him with that glazed expression he has when he watches you come.”

I’d love that….

“I’d like that too, Master.”

His eyes soften. “I’m glad to hear it. Now, go wait in the bedroom. I’ll find Michael.”

“No need. I’m here. And yes, that.… sounds good….”

Michael leans against the door, looking in at us, blinking a bit. “Wine perhaps? Something to eat? Soften the edges a little?”

My Master tilts his head in agreement. “Excellent idea.”

The three of us, sitting on the bed together: we share cheese, bread and olives. The wine is crisp and cold, with that perfect edge of chill and aroma that takes you to Summer hillsides and views of the sea. As we eat and drink, we say little, but Michael’s gaze wanders constantly to me before once more, he looks down again.

I hurt you. I didn’t mean to….

Standing with my two Lovers, my Master takes me at the shoulders, kissing me, softly, open-mouthed. Tugging at my pullover, he lifts up and over my head, then, turning me, “Face Michael. Finish undressing.”

Flushing slightly, feeling a little awkward, I turn to my blond, blue-eyed Lover. I meet his eye for a moment, but then glance down, embarrassed by the space that has grown between us. He tilts up my chin with a finger, compelling my gaze to his, and lips curving as his mouth meets mine, he reaches around me, unhooking my bra, releasing my breasts to swing pendulously into his hands. My nipples tighten as he thumbs at them, crinkling rosy pink against my white skin, and a heated flush of arousal rises up my chest and neck.

My Master retires, standing to one side, as Michael takes me, his arms around my shoulders and waist, eyes intense, and his smiling lips brushing mine; my Golden Lover returned to me.

My pussy is running warm, liquid, loose. I want my Lovers with me, both of them, inside me.

Michael breaks away, and, hands on my waist, turns me again, to face my Master.

My Dark Angel.

His black-eyed gaze on me, his kiss is also soft and leisurely. One hand cupping a breast, the other strokes my cheek. From behind, Michael sweeps my hair to one side, mouthing and nibbling at the soft skin on the nape of my neck.

My breathing deepens, my mood rapturous as my two Lovers seduce me. For too long we have not done this, but now….

Michael, behind me, unzips my skirt, then his hands sliding down and inside, he pushes skirt and panties down to my feet in one smooth, practised movement. “Step.” he murmurs, and I lift my feet, freeing myself, to stand naked between them.

My Master glances over my shoulders. I know that look... he and Michael...

He stoops, picking me up; carries me to the bed, then lays me carefully down, head on the pillow. The two of them, still fully dressed, stand over me, smiling down. Exchanging a glance, again my Master withdraws, leisurely unbuttoning his shirt. Michael sits beside me, sweeping his hands over my body.

“What would you like?” he says.

“You.” I brush blond locks from his face. “I’ve missed you.”

“I never went away.” He strokes the outline of my lips with a finger. “I’m sorry if it seemed otherwise.” Then he stoops to kiss me again. His mouth is soft and warm, the kiss tender, and all I want is for this to continue.

Smiling, blue eyes crinkling, he bends further, to suckle at a breast, but one hand quests south. Winding fingers through my red and dampening curls, he eases to my thighs, pushing ever-so-slightly to either side. “Let me in.” he whispers.

I lift my knees, parting a little, but now, my Master sits at the end of the bed, pushing my legs apart, spreading me wide. He watches as Michael fingers my clit, opening my folds, parting my pussy lips. Pleasure stabs, silver and bright, through to my sex as I mewl at his touch.

Panting, sweating, as arousal curls up from my heating, flowing core, I stretch, displaying myself for them. Michael, watching my writhing movements, smiles as he pushes two fingers inside me, my slick pussy shivering around him as he thrusts home; at first gently, and then harder as he tests my arousal. Gasping and quake, I arch my spine to meet him.

Oh God…. I want you inside me….

Their eyes meet again, and now Michael retreats, undressing while my Master clasps me at the ankles, pulling me to overhang the edge of the bed. Kneeling between my thighs, swinging my feet over his shoulders, for a moment, he locks eyes with me again, lips twitching. I know what is coming, and he is making me wait, enjoying my anticipation. Michael behind him, strips off his jeans, revealing his erection. It stands, glistening at the tip, and throbbingly tall against his stomach.

Breathing hot over my thighs, the skin already slippery over my heated sex, my Master pulls my pussy lips wide, stretching me open, looking inward; he has always enjoyed examining me. One finger circling inside the quivering muscle, I jerk and shake as the movement makes my pussy pulse, each motion drawing a whimper from me.

It’s too much. My pussy is melting and hungry. I’ve waited too long for this. “Please,” I whisper.