Buying the Virgin

Chapter 136: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Fifty-Two

MICHAEL

James pulls at his chin. “Does Charlotte know about all this?”

“I’ve not gone into details…. She knows I’m doing something, but I think she’s trying not to think about it too hard right now…. Listen, one other possibility does occur to me, about Klempner’s motives. He changed his mind when it was pointed out to him that he was retaliating against someone who was completely innocent of what had happened. Even if taking Charlotte from her mother as a baby was part of his reprisals, her mother wouldn’t know anything about everything that’s happened since…. What kind of revenge is that?”

“So…?”

“So, Charlotte wants to know about her mother, probably to find her, and Klempner knows that. He’s in prison for God-knows-how-long. Suppose he intends to simply sit tight, and let Charlotte do his work for him, track her down? With everyone trying to help her because she’s the long-lost daughter, rather than the psycho she’s hiding from?”

“And then pick up where he left off? Sheesh…. that’s an uncomfortable thought…. you think he’s mad enough for that?”

“Yup. In fact, ‘mad’ is an interesting way of putting it. I’m told by Will Stanton that he may not end up in prison at all. He’s got doctors arguing that he’s psychotic, criminally insane; and lawyers on both sides saying he should be locked up for the good of the rest of the human race, but in a secure hospital. Personally, I think he’s just an evil bastard.

“So, we go for it? Try to get back to a normal life, but remain vigilant?”

“Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty? Yes, I think that’s about it….”

*****

CHARLOTTE

I’m sitting in the lounge, reading, keeping my Master company. Michael is on the phone, chasing up on-going work in our mountain home renovation.

Glancing up, my Master’s eyes are on me. His injured leg outstretched from his armchair, nonetheless, he looks relaxed and comfortable. Chin resting on his fist, he watches me.

I know that look….

Smiling, “How are you now, Master? Feeling better?”

“Better? Yes, you could say I’m feeling better.” His deep, satin voice is slow and measured, and there is no mistaking his intent.

I put down my book, kneel by him. His hand brushes my cheek.

you like,

forward and down, he kisses me but winces

Master. I’ll come up

been waiting for this moment, and for the last few days, have made a point of wearing blouses

now hang by my Master’s hands. He smiles, knowing exactly what I am doing; happy to play the game. Running a finger along my face, down over my lips and

he tugs at them, his eyes slide up to meet mine,

sits by us on the couch, hands behind his head, watching. The laces unravel, and as my blouse falls open, I lean in closer, bringing my breasts close enough to feel the warm wash of my

deeply. “God, you

to go into the bedroom, Master? I think it would

“Mmm… yes.”

hand up, but he brushes him away irritably. Michael

says my Master, apologetically. “I’m not dealing with

legged, he rises, limping through to

be more comfortable standing Master? Then you

He’s embarrassed….

simply bend over

Nice, easy access….

able to reach everything easily. Michael

is grinning. “God,

Master. Just say the word. We’ll

any man happy.” Slipping hands inside my panties, he tugs down, but as he pulls, his

catching him, preventing his

I don’t need any

God’s sake man, I don’t think you’ve taken on board yet, just how close you came to dying. And there’s no shame in taking time to recover from that. Now, if you would cut out the stiff-necked pride, and let us help you, we might all enjoy this a bit

Michael, then he pauses, shrugs and laughs. “You’re right

heal. You’ll be yourself again, but you do need to take it

“What

soon be stronger, and

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