Buying the Virgin

Chapter 133: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Forty-Nine

CHARLOTTE

“It’s wonderful Charlotte,” says my Master, “but I’m sorry. I’m not ready yet.”

“That’s alright, Master. You want me to stop?”

“Mmmm.… I know you and Michael want to make love. I’d like to watch you.”

Michael reaches across, pulling me to himself across our conjoined single beds, and underneath as he

rolls atop me.

“Spread those thighs, Madam.” he laughs. “Your other lover wants to fuck you.”

On strong arms, he holds himself above me, as he presses between my legs. I’m warm and wet…

ready for him. And my pussy pulses as I gaze up into my Golden Lover’s smile, and across to my

Master, where, propped on an elbow, he watches us.

Michael is beyond aroused. Perhaps watching me pleasuring my Master has readied him for me. Rock

hard, his cock, always large, is huge, stretching me open as he penetrates. And of course, we have not

now made love for some time.

I gasp as he fills me, his thick shaft widening my passage with its girth, and he grins down as he

squeezes inside me, his deep blue eyes brilliant with desire, intense with lust. “That feel good?”

“Oh God, yes….”

“How do you want it? Soft or hard?”

I chuckle. “It doesn’t come much harder…. but I’d like you to start soft, then work from there….”

He brushes lips over mine. “My pleasure…”

He pulls out of me, then pushes in once more. It’s tight enough that my pussy sucks at him, and I find This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

myself, hands around his neck, pulling up close against him, swinging a leg around his hip, as I try to

ride this colossal fucking.

He knows he’s testing me, and loving it. Mouth open over mine, he revolves his hips, working my g-

spot, wringing helpless moans from me. He’s holding me tight, not letting me move. Michael doesn’t

often ‘take charge’, but when he does, his sheer physical power is a turn-on. His well-muscled body is

tremendously strong, and when he decides to pin me, as he is doing now, I simply can’t move. He can

do whatever he wants, and he knows it.

“That’s enough baby-play,” he says. “Let’s take it a bit harder.” He ups his tempo, repeatedly impaling

me with his cock, still holding me so that I can’t even squirm, only puff wordlessly, as the breath is

knocked from me with each thrust.

Oh…. God…….

My igniting pussy is about to combust, as with ever-increasing cadence and energy, my Golden Lover

pistons into me. My gasping turns to wailing, and he claps a hand over my mouth. “You’re in a hospital,

Charlotte. Let’s not upset the nurses.” But still, he rams into me, ever harder.

And finally, he lets rip entirely, pounding relentlessly inside me with all his strength, wrenching strangled

screams from me as my battered cunt goes into liquid meltdown. There is nothing subtle about this. It’s

simply a good hard fuck and I, and my body, love it.

There’s no warning, no gentle spiral upwards. Orgasm strikes, rampaging through me.

Gagged by Michael’s palm, gripped immobile in his grasp, my body can only jerk and spasm as he

steamrolls into me, my muffled shrieks, perhaps, contained within the room.

He’s watching me, as he always does when I come. And as my own seismic climax subsides, Michael

stiffens and pauses, dropping his face down to my shoulder. Then hips bucking, he spurts into me.

Once, twice, and a final juddering pulse before, relaxing, he releases his grip on me and rolls onto his

back, breathing heavily. He gives me a quick smile and then lies back, gazing upwards.

I turn to my Master. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Charlotte. I’ll be back on form in a few days.”

Michael rolls to face him. “James….”

“I know. I know. It could be longer.”

“You were very badly injured, Master….”

He blinks. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be irritable. And…. that was good to see. The two of you.”

I kiss him. “I promised you that I would always come back to you, but this time, you had to come back

to me.”

He strokes my cheek. “Always.”

*****

The following day, Richard and Beth come to visit. “Got everything you need?” asks Beth.

“Yes, everything except the magic wand it needs to provide overnight healing for a strong, arrogant,

bad-tempered patient,” comments Michael.

“That bad?” asks Richard.

Michael shakes his head. “You have no idea….”

“Um, by the way….” says Richard, rubbing the side of his nose, “Er, there’s no non-embarrassing way

to put this, but when you’re um…. busy…. in the middle of the night, you might want to keep the noise

down. The matron down there….” He cocks his head at the door. “…. was laughing, but a bit indignant.”

I’ve never seen Michael blush before, but he flushes scarlet, looking anywhere but at Beth and Richard.

“Was she very annoyed?” I ask.

“Richard chuckles. “What if she was? Oh, by the way….” He fishes in his pocket. “Will Stanton asked

me to give you these. They were taken off Klempner.” He holds out his hand, dropping something into

mine….

… Two somethings: my rings. The two beautiful rings, in red and gold, and white and gold, gifted to me

by my Master and my Lover, drop into my palm.

And as I slip them back onto my finger, to sit, interlocked as one piece again, the sun is shining, and

my sky is blue.

*****

I sit at the table, a screen dividing the room, separating us, as Klempner seats himself at the other side.

His body language is all arrogance, insolence and ‘Why am I bothering with this?’

Two guards are here, one on either side of the screen, impassive but alert.

Michael stays in the background, leaning against the wall, silent, purse-lipped, arms folded, watching.

Klempner glances across at him, dismissively, then back at me. “That’d be Michael then? Where’s the

other one? James, is it?”

Michael tilts his head, but impassive, doesn’t speak.

“Yes, this is Michael,” I say. “And James isn’t here because he’s recovering in hospital from when your

friend Corby shot him.”

Klempner’s eyes widen.

Surprised?

“You didn’t know about that?”

He sniffs. “No, they’d not told me that.” He hesitates….

So, what do you think of that then?

“…. What’s his condition?”

“He’ll live, but it was touch and go for a while.”

“And Corby?”

“Dead. The police took him down.”

He nods pensively, then the sneer is back. “And why are you here? For that matter, why am I here?”

By God, but you’re an arrogant bastard….

“Will you talk to me?”

Let him think he’s in control….

He leans back in his chair, arms folded, shrugging. “I don’t know. It depends on what you want to ask. I

don’t have a lot of incentive to co-operate, do I? They’re going to lock me up and throw away the key.

And you’ll be testifying against me.”

It’s all about control with you, isn’t it?

Who do you remind me of……?

Michael comes up behind me, touches me on the arm. “You want to go? You’re going to get nothing

from this one.”

I shrug him off. “No, not yet.”

Klempner looks at Michael, his hand on my shoulder. “So, how does it work then?”

“How does what work?”

“You, with two of them? How does that work? Two men with one woman.” He sounds genuinely

curious. For the first time since I met him, some of his naked hostility has faded. “Okay, regardless of

what I said when we met before, I know you’re not a whore. So, how does it work?”

Flushing, “I don’t see that’s got anything to do with you.”

He sits back in his chair, coolly watching me. “Oh, you might be surprised…. You going to answer my

question?”

Why would you be interested?

“No, because I don’t see that it’s any of your business.”

His eyes glaze over, the aggressive stone-walling returning.

“What’s your grudge against me?” I ask. “You said it was because of Jenkins, but I don’t believe you.

There’s more to it than that. It’s not really me at all, is it? It’s to do with my mother and father?”

“You’re going to testify against me. That hardly fills me with warmth.”

“I don’t believe that either. If that was it, you would simply have had me murdered. You wouldn’t have

gone to all the trouble you have, to capture me, hurt me, make my life miserable….”

He sits back in his chair, regarding me, one finger pressed to his lips. “Alright, Jennifer…”

Who do you remind me of…?

“It’s Charlotte….”

“Alright, Charlotte. Quid pro quo. I’ll talk to you if you talk to me.”

?

What…?

“What do you mean? You hate me. Why would you want to talk to me?”

“I want to know about you, and how you make it work with two men.”

What the Hell?