Buying the Virgin

Chapter 121: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Thirty-Seven

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.

his difficulty is, but after our initial

him? Or that he thinks

my pill for a few days. Perhaps he feels guilty about that? He doesn’t need to. Nothing

when I set off, against all his wishes, to find Beth He punished me for

…. haven’t we?

*****

wall, my Master leans over me, fixing me with his narrow-eyed gaze,

Michael had issues with each other; he with your behaviour over Beth, you with how he punished you, but both

alone speaks to me. I’ve tried to talk with him,

does. But he’s having trouble dealing with what happened,

me to do, Master? I want things back as they

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

I’d love that….

like that too,

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

here. And yes, that.… sounds

door, looking in at us, blinking a bit. “Wine perhaps? Something

tilts his head in

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

hurt you. I didn’t mean

shoulders, kissing me, softly, open-mouthed. Tugging at my pullover, he lifts up and over my head, then, turning me, “Face Michael. Finish

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

his arms around my shoulders and waist, eyes intense, and his smiling lips

liquid, loose. I want my Lovers with me,

away, and, hands on my waist, turns me again, to face my

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