Buying the Virgin novel Chapter 81

Hot juices flowing now, my breasts flushing, my Master’s erection hard against me. Michael, to the other side of me, is growing harder by the moment, his cock pressed against my thigh.

Expression intense, his eyes locked with mine, he climbs over me, between my legs, probing me, his penis testing my entrance.

Panting now, I lift my hips to meet him. His hands slide up my arms, replacing my Master’s grip on my wrists to hold me down. My passage hot and slippery, he guides his cock inside me, gliding smoothly inside.

As he settles, full length inside me, he wraps his arms around my shoulders and rolls, taking me with him, so we lie on our sides, facing each other, he still deep inside me, my Master behind me.

“Lift your thigh,” he murmurs.

I lift a leg, hooking an ankle behind him, knowing where this is going.

There is a click behind me. A drawer opening? Then, a moment later, cold wet fingers slide in behind me.

Behind me, my Master speaks softly. “You want this, Charlotte? It’s alright if you don’t.”

“Yes, I want this. I want both of you, inside me.”

Chill moisture coats my rear entrance, a finger inserts, slowly circling.

More chill, and another finger opening me, stretching the ring of muscle wider as it goes.

Another pause, and then a slick sound.

Michael inside me to the front, my Master eases in at the back, pressed close. Heartbeats echo through me, thumping hard, matching my own. My breath comes in short pants. Enfolded between my two Lovers, I quiver.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, it’s just very….”

“Intense…” suggests Michael.

Shuddering. “Intense, yes. That’s the word.”

Despite myself, I smile, remembering what happened the last time I requested ‘intense’.

But heat blooms inside me now. Michael starts to move, slowly, sliding in and out of me, not thrusting, but instead, almost kneading me from the inside. My Master matches his cadence. Both hold me, supporting me, keeping me steady: Michael at my shoulders, my Master at my hips.

The twin movements of them inside me, filling me, brings a soft lust curling up from my depths: an arousal, deep, fervent, ardent. The sheer…. completeness… of having the two men I love most, so close, next to me, inside me, sets me trembling.

The only sounds are our breathing and our heartbeats, and the blood singing through my ears. As Michael begins to move more strongly within me, my Master following, the intensity, the pressure inside me increases.

Whimpering, I pant hard.

“Alright, Charlotte?”

Who spoke?

“Yes.”

My twinned lovers play me, like an instrument, to their song. Spaced-out, dreamy, I hover in a kind of sexual-spiritual ecstasy. Unable to move, rocked by the quickening movements of the bodies inside me, the bodies of my Lover and my Master, I ride the upward spiral to orgasm, like an eagle riding the sun to the skies.

The rush rises in me. Moaning uncontrollably now, my skin slick with sweat, my hips want to buck but cannot do so.

The two pump me hard now, pistoning into me. My moaning rises to a wail, then a howl and orgasm claims me. Trying to thrash, to struggle, but, twice pinned at the hip, layered between bodies, I can only writhe, crying out in rhapsodic pleasure as climax wracks my body.

The pulsing inside me triggers them. Behind me, my Master groans, and I feel his face pressed to the back of my neck as, at the loins, he grinds against me. Michael thrusts a little longer - two or three strokes - before, with a gasp, he shudders, and pumps into me, his hips jamming against my streaming pussy.

For a while, none of us speaks. We simply lie in a heaving, sweating, tangle of arms and legs.

Michael slips out of me, flopping back onto the bed beside me. “I’m going to miss you, Charlotte.”

“I’ll come back as often as I can.”

“Of course you will. And we can visit you there if you would like that?”

“I’d love that.”

*****

I knock.

“Come in.”

My Master is already there, sitting in a chair, across the desk from Haswell.

Richard smiles as I enter. “Hello, Charlotte. Please, sit down. How are you feeling now?”

“I’m much better. I know I’m repeating myself, but I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you for what you did. Thank you.”

He nods acknowledgement. “It is enough to know that you can leave your past behind, and work on your future.”

He slides an envelope across the desk to me. “In there, you will find a prepared contract relating to your employment with us: training, college links and so on. It’s the standard contract we issue to student trainees, but please look through it, and if you are happy, sign it and return it to us. If you are unfamiliar with, or unclear about, anything in it, I’m sure James here will help you out.”

All but unbelieving, I take the envelope. “Um, should I read it now?”

“By all means. James and I have things to discuss. Why don’t you go through the details, out in reception?”

I take my time going through the document, not quite believing the content. I have an employer and a salary; not a large one, but a salary nonetheless. There is hands-on training in all aspects of company matters and through the full range of departments: Accounts and Procurement, Contracts, Engineering Works, Design and Development, Technical Services….

My head spinning, as I sip coffee, reading and re-reading the document, the office door opens, and Richard and my Master step through, still talking.

Richard glances down at me. “All clear to you?”

“Oh yes, absolutely.” I grin. “How could I refuse? There’s only one thing…”

Richard cocks an eyebrow, and my Master looks askance at me. “The clause about paying tuition and university fees: that doesn’t need to be in there. The fees are already paid.”

Richard frowns a little. “This is not a one-year contract, Charlotte. You will need that clause for later years.”

“But, they’re already paid for later years. I paid everything when… when I had the cash, then I knew they were covered.”

My Master slaps his forehead. “That’s what you did with the money…. I could never make the numbers add up: what you had spent it on, where it had all gone.”

I’m confused. “But... you knew what I needed the money for. You knew, right from day one.”

“Yes, but not that you paid for everything… all in one go.”

Rattled, I stutter a bit. “Well, it seemed the best thing to do. I can always find ways of making enough to live on, but it was important to pay those costs. Something might have happened, gone wrong for me. I didn’t want to find that I had a problem later… And the university gave me a discount for paying early….”

Exasperated, my Master says, “You might have mentioned that. I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out why it was costing you so much to live.”

“I’m sure,” says Richard, “that had there been a problem, you would not have seen Charlotte out of funds.”

“No, of course I wouldn’t, but it was important for her to be paying her own way in the world; spending her own money.”

“The clause stays,” says Richard shortly. “That way, any fees are covered no matter what happens. If it’s not needed, fair enough. Yes?”

“Um, yes.”

“Then sign it, and we’ll take it from there.”

Riding a high, unable to keep the grin off my face, I sign and give the document back. Richard leaves it on Francis’ desk, scribbling a note to pass it along to HR.

“I’m going down on-site now, Charlotte,” says my Master. “Want to tag along? See what’s happening?

“Try to stop me.”