Buying the Virgin novel Chapter 90

CHARLOTTE

Michael smiles and settles, wineglass in hand, simply watching me, gazing at me as though there is nothing else in the world to look at.

After a while, it becomes a bit embarrassing. “Um, I’m not going to dissolve if you look away, you know.”

My Master snorts a laugh. “You’ll have to forgive him, Charlotte. Michael has worked every waking hour on the house since the day he got the keys. He’s been looking forward to your arriving here.”

I reach out a hand to each of them, holding fingers. “Me too. I did as much work as I could back at college so that we could enjoy being together.”

I see that eye-lock thing they have, their eyes meeting, and I know that I’m about to be fucked six ways to Tuesday….

And Michael’s only just……

Then my Master looks at me, his lips curved in that almost-smile of his, and jerks his thumb towards the bedroom. “In there, I think, Madam.”

The bedroom is warmer now, the heat of the kitchen range percolating through the wall. I stand next to the bed, sandwiched between them.

Michael looks down at me. “Strip,” he says.

Strip? He’s never put it like that before.

“Strip?”

My Master leans close. “Michael wants to get his cock into your mouth, and I want to fuck your cunt, so…. strip.”

And my pussy floods.

Their eyes meet again. Both smiling, they look smug, having obviously pre-arranged this between themselves. I could neck them when they do that, but my pussy is growling for attention, and they both know it.

Business-like, I strip, pulling off layers of pullovers, removing boots, jeans and thick socks. Neither of them makes a move, or touches me, until, as I stand naked before them, suddenly they lunge, grabbing me by the arms, and they pull me, shrieking with laughter, onto the bed.

Michael pinning my arms over my head, my Master produces rope from his pocket, tying my hands, tethering me to posts of the bedhead.

Has he had it there all the time?

Of course, he has….

Wrists bound tight to the bed, I am pulled back down the mattress, the two of them tugging me at the ankles until my arms are stretched taut, and my belly and thighs tremble in anticipation. My breath is already shaky, and my pussy is going into overdrive.

I want to be fucked…….

……again….

Naked and immobilised, I watch them as, standing at the end of the bed, where I can see them both, they undress, each looking down at me; my Master with his non-smiling smile, eyes crinkled at the corners, Michael, soft-eyed, his smile, very white against his tanned face.

My tall, dark-eyed Master strips off his tie, removes cuff-links, unbuttons his immaculate white shirt, and peels it off to reveal his long, lean torso. Well-muscled and firm, tight-waisted, with a fine scattering of dark hair over his chest, that narrows to a tight line leading below his belt, he kicks off shoes, peels off socks, then pauses for Michael, my Golden Lover.

Michael also watches me as he undresses, his blue eyes holding mine as he pulls a thick sweater and undershirt over his head, and off. Not so tall as my Master, but more heavily built, he is broader in the shoulder, his muscles, strap-like, his abdomen flat and well-defined.

Both stripped to the waist, bare-footed, they gaze down on me, making me wait as I quiver and gasp.

Michael pulls something from his pocket; a black silk scarf. I have seen it before. He uses it as a blindfold.

Yes, they planned this together….

Pulling a pillow behind my head, he props me up a little, then binds the scarf around my eyes. “Not too tight?” he murmurs.

“No, I’m fine, but please…. don’t make me wait too long.…”

He chuckles, pressing a finger to my lips.

Blind now, I must take my cues from other senses. Michael is still close to me; his clean scent of pine and spice washing over me in waves as he moves. He straddles my chest, massaging my shoulders and breasts with strong hands, working my neck and head with his finger-tips.

My Master parts my legs, opening me at the knee and thigh. Fingers peeling my pussy lips apart, his hot breath washes over me, and I would writhe and wriggle, but with Michael’s weight pinning me, I cannot move.

Fingers broach my pussy, testing my wetness I think, then withdraw. There is a pause….

One of their non-speaking conversations…?

Yup.

Michael moves from atop me, lying alongside instead. He nibbles at a nipple, sending electric dancing along nerve-endings to tantalise my clit. Simultaneously, teeth tug slowly at my labia, and a finger penetrates my back passage.

I am so ready for this. Despite my earlier tumble with Michael, several weeks of almost complete abstinence have left me primed. Already ascending a short spiral to orgasm, I smile to myself at the thought of how much of this the three of us will be doing over the next month.

“That’s a nice smile,” says Michael softly. “We must be doing something right, eh?”

I can barely move, but I reach with my face, trying to find him, and his lips meet mine, open-mouthed, his tongue sliding over my teeth.

As we kiss, his fingers pluck and tease at my puckered nipples, and my clit is being gently tortured by another warm tongue.

Hips a-tremble, my pussy begins to shudder, the heat within blooming outwards into orgasm and… it stops….

The tongue withdraws, the mouth leaves mine, and my nipples are abandoned.

And my orgasm recedes and fades, leaving me twitching and panting.

And the two of them go silent, for a long count.

Just as I am beginning to worry, I am touched again. Michael’s hand, palm flat to my belly, slides south, fingers winding through my wet curls until one presses over my clit. His mouth settles once more over my breast, his teeth be-devilling my nipples.

A tongue probes into my pussy, deeply, wiping out inside around the ring of muscle, and to the rear, I am ass-fucked by a single finger. At all my most sensitive points, I am worked and probed and ….

The sheer tide of sensation is irresistible, and my climax rises again, my core vibrating upwards to a pulse……

And, once more, it stops.

Oh, God….

Feverishly panting now. “Hey, Guys. C’mon. I need to come…”

There are only two soft chuckles in reply. My breath judders as, once more, it begins. I am losing track of who is doing what. Fingers wind circles around my clitoris. More fingers probe and scrape within me at my g-spot. Now, there is something inside me to the back, vibrating, sending ripples through to my aching cunt. My hips judder and jerk under this assault of sensation.

Again, my tormenting orgasm wells, hot and pulsating from within. Straining now against my bonds, my whole body taut with the desire for orgasm…. and…. and…. It stops. Even the vibe is quickly removed.

I could weep with frustration.

“Oh god, please, let me come. Let me come.”

My Master’s voice, smooth as cream. “Ask nicely.” There are other sounds.

Undressing?

“Please, Master. Please. Let me come.” My pussy is gushing hot, my thighs wet with my own juices, the sheets below me, damp. My whole body is quaking now with the need to come.

He doesn’t reply immediately. Then, “What do you think Michael? Do we let her come yet?”

“Not yet. I think we can do another round or two. I’m enjoying watching this. Charlotte….” He briefly kisses my lips…. “You look fantastic. I want to watch you quiver a bit longer yet. Then, I’m going to put my cock in your mouth, and, whatever you don’t swallow, you’re going to get over your face and tits. And I think that James would like you really liquid, for when he has his mouth wrapped around your cunt when you do come…. When we let you come….”

My pussy convulses again at his words, and again, the heat of an open mouth descends over my entrance, licking away my juices. Michael’s fingers… I think it is Michael’s fingers, flick and flutter over my clit.

Moaning loudly now, all trace of self-control gone, spine arching, I raise myself on shoulders and feet, trying to get some relief. The tongue delves deep inside me. My clit and pussy and ass dissolve together in a frenzy of sexual sensation. My orgasm rises again, and this time there is no stopping it. This time, it is not to be denied….

I think they know it. This time, there is no cessation. Michael slides my vibrating nub between his fingers, kneading it, circling and plucking and flicking. My Master, his hands supporting my upraised hips, sucks and laps and mouth at my molten cunt until….

Screaming, I orgasm. No holds barred, my climax spasms through me, in a tsunami of fire. The sheer intensity of it robs me of breath, and my howling wail wavers loudly and softly as I snatch at the air.