Buying the Virgin

Chapter 106: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Twenty-Two

CHARLOTTE

Richard heads out, leaving the three of us alone together. As he leaves, my Master almost sags. Taking

the coffee mug from my hand, he pulls me upright and wraps his arms around me, his chin resting on

my head.

“When you called me last night,” he says softly, “and Michael told me there were gunmen after you... I

didn’t know how to react, how to deal with it.…”

“You dealt with it the right way.” chuckles Michael. “It looked like the circus had come to town as we

came out of the woods.”

“It was Michael who saved us,” I say.

“Your own performance wasn’t too shabby. When I saw you gagging that smashed up face with his own

tie… There’s not too many women would have done that….”

And of a sudden, it wells up in me. All the panic, and horror, and fear that I should have felt the night

before, break free and I start sobbing, tears streaming down my face as my Master rocks me back and

forth. I think he is comforting himself as much as me.

After a minute or so of this, Michael breaks in. “I like a woman who keeps her promises.”

It is such an unexpected thing for him to say. My tears dry up. “Um, sorry. What?”

“You did promise me a hysterical outburst once we were safe.”

Despite myself, I laugh. “So I did. Sorry about that. Just give me a minute, would you both.”

In the bathroom, I splash my face, which helps. Then scrabbling through drawers, I find a toothbrush

and paste. As I spit minty foam into the sink, there is a knock on the door.

“Mmm… Mmmmph.” I reply through my mouthful of froth.

The door pushes open; Michael. “You okay?”

“Mmm...mmmphhh.” I nod, spitting and rinsing again.

“Now there’s a good idea.” he smiles. “Is there another one in there?”

I rinse my brush and pass it to him. “Nope, but I think we’re a bit beyond the niceties of oral hygiene

wouldn’t you say? Another coffee?”

“Please, yes.”

By the time I return to the lounge with a tray of coffee mugs, Michael is back, stretched out, lounging on

the couch. He pats the cushion next to him, but as I move to sit there, he hauls me in by the waist to lie

cradled back against him. From behind me, he strokes my hair, and reaches to kiss my neck; his warm

breath, minty by my face.

My Master, his dark eyes soft, kneels in front of me, fingers caressing my face. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Coming back to me. I was beside myself last night. I thought I’d lost you; both of you.”

“Like I said, it was Michael who saved us.”

“Yes, but I don’t intend to thank Michael the way I’m going to thank you.”

There is a huff of amusement behind me. “Er, no thanks, James. I’ll pass on that one. No offence, but

you’re not my type.”

Michael pulls me back against himself. “Lie back,” he whispers, still stroking my hair. “Relax.”

Easing back into the arms of my Golden Lover, I share the gaze of my Master, my Dark Angel. Leaning

forward over me, he kisses me, softly, sweetly, pressing his lips against mine. Then he tugs at the belt

of the bathrobe I am wearing, opening it up.

Mid-movement, he stops. “I’m sorry, but are you ready for this? Here I am, pushing myself on you,

when last night you were running for your life….”

“Master, it’s not the first time I’ve run for my life. And yes, I’m ready.” I hold out my arms, welcoming him

to me.

He says nothing, his expression thoughtful, but then sweeping his hands over my belly, and up to my

breasts, he bends to suckle.

Last night took its toll on him too. He needs this as much as I do.

I wrap my arms around him, stroking. “Shhh... We came back. I came back. I will always come back.”

He sighs, rests his head against my chest. “Master?”

“Mmm?”

“I want you inside me. I want both of you.” Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Michael stirs behind me. “Come on. That bed’s plenty big enough for three.”

My Master takes me by the hand, leading me to the bedroom, Michael following.

*****

MICHAEL

He leads her by the hand into the bedroom, but once in there, she stops, turns and faces him.

She unknots his tie, unbuttons his shirt, sliding it from his shoulders, then leads him to the bed to sit.

Opening her robe, she lets it slide away, then naked, she kneels before him.

She unlaces his shoes and takes them off with his socks, then rubs his feet. James sighs, leaning back

on his hands, closing his eyes and letting his head rest back. Then she unbelts and unzips him and

kneels back, inviting him to take off his jeans……

…. Last night, I watched her gag a face from a horror movie, and yet, here she is; she’s comforting

him……

Jeez, Babe, what kind of life have you led?

James lies back, stretching out, allowing her to take the lead as she swings over to straddle him. He

looks tired, worn, but nonetheless, his cock is tremblingly hard.

He really, really wants to be inside you, Babe

She meets my eyes, questioning. I simply smile back.

It’s alright Babe. You look after him. He’s my friend too, but I can’t give him what you do….

Charlotte and I were the ones attacked last night, but we were running on an adrenaline high, stress,

pressure and excitement. All he had was anxiety and helplessness.

She doesn’t yet take him inside her. Instead, on all fours above him, she stoops to kiss him, his chest,

his cheek, his lips, then using her long hair, she strokes him, trailing it over his skin in a cloud of red.

Sweeping down the length of his torso, she washes him in a red tide, sliding it over his cock and balls.

His head throws back, mouth opening in a gasp.

Then, pulling her hair free of him, she takes his cock into her mouth, sucking at it, fucking him with her

lips. I see her tongue wiping over the ridge of his cock head and into the slit, before, quickly, she

positions herself over him, nuzzles him to her pussy and, in a single movement, smoothly sheathes

him.

You must be really wet to do that, Babe.

Sliding up and down his shaft, slowly she raises and lowers herself. She looks simply fantastic; her

smooth curves a-ripple with her movement, and her hair flowing over her glistening skin.

James isn’t going to last long. Already he’s panting hard, his eyes glazed as he looks up, watching her

as she rides him.

And then I’ll have you Babe, but it won’t be you riding me then…. I’m going to fuck you, and hard….

She ups the tempo, working his cock, working him. He’s dripping with sweat and he’s about to blow.

Abruptly she changes her rhythm, to a circular twisting of her hips, winding him around inside her….

James groans and his eyes squeeze closed. Flinging his arms out, he seizes her at the hip, pulling her

to him as he thrusts upwards, pumping into her. Back arched and muscles straining, he spasms into

climax before, grunting, he relaxes back and opens his eyes.

The two gaze at each other before she leans to kiss him again, then kneeling upright again, she twists

to look at me.

“Yes? “she asks.

“Oh, yes,” I reply. “But don’t think you’re taking the lead with me.”

She grins, unhitching from James. He rolls away, looking much more relaxed.

You needed that my friend….

I push Charlotte back and down, roughly, and she squeals. “I’m going to fuck you ‘til you howl.”

She goes all wide-eyed. I’m not usually ungentle with her, but I think it’s what she wants right now, and

I’m going to give it to her.

“Spread ‘em,” I say, pushing myself between her knees, squeezing up into her thighs and plunging my

shaft into her already dripping cunt.

She yells, but not in pain. It’s more a cry of triumph. “To the victor, the spoils,” I mutter to her, and I start

to pump her, ramming in. She tries to hold me, but I grab her wrists, pushing her arms over her head.

She looks great, stretched out for me, her body tensioned, tits riding high. And with my hands holding

her like that, I have a bit more traction to drive my cock deeper into her.

She sings her arousal, wailing and panting with every thrust I make. Her tits are flushed almost scarlet,

the flush running up her chest and neck, and down her belly. Her whole body glistens with sweat and

her eyes are like wild jade, alternately looking at me, then James, lying beside her, and returning to me.

She isn’t smiling, exactly, but her mouth is open, lips parted as she pants and cries out…