Buying the Virgin

Chapter 51: The Girl Who Came Back - Chapter Seven

Again, Michael wipes me dry and starts working my screaming cunt and clit again. Eyes squeezed

shut, wailing and crying my need to cum, I strain and writhe against my bonds.

“Look at me Charlotte,” he says.

I can’t. My eyes won’t open. Shuddering and shaking, I can’t look.

“I said, look at me.”

Forcing my eyes open, I look at Michael.

“That’s better. I want to see your expression…. Intense enough for you?”

“Yes…” Through my panting, I almost whisper the word.

“I didn’t hear you. Intense enough for you?”

“Yes, yes. Oh, please, let me cum. Michael. Please, I need to cum.”

“Alright. I’ll let you cum.”

Two fingers still inside me, he rubs my clit with the thumb. With his free hand, he picks up another vibe.

As if he needed it….

As he touches the second vibe to my clit, my molten cunt explodes. Screaming out my orgasm, it racks

me, wringing the howls from me as I jerk and quake.

On it goes, and on…

“Enough, Michael! Enough, please stop.”

But he doesn’t…

The vibe continues circling my clit, as it pounds and pulses me. My cunt is clenching and clutching.

I can’t bear it…

“Please, Michael. Stop. Please stop.” Is it possible to whisper, and howl at the same time? I manage it.

Still, he doesn’t stop. The tormenting vibe works my hypersensitive bud for another five… ten seconds

before finally……

He takes the thing away, and fishes out the egg. Tossing them to one side, he strips off his jeans and

plunges deeply into me, pounding my core with his engorged cock.

Again, it doesn’t take long. Already primed, after less than a minute, he groans and judders into me.

For a moment, he just lies there. I hear our twin heartbeats pounding away. Then he pulls himself up

onto his knees. Looking into my eyes, one hand caressing my cheek, he stares at me. “Yeah, that’s the

look, Charlotte. That’s the look.”

He turns to my Master, still sitting in his chair, eye-pointing my bound wrists. “Anything else? Before I

untie her?”

“No, I enjoyed the show. Do please, release the lady.”

Released from belts and ropes, I can only lie there, exhausted, in a puddle of sweat, cum and red hair.

“A swim perhaps?” suggests my Master. “But you’d better take a shower first, Charlotte.”

*****

The three of us are sitting out on the terrace, overlooking the sea. In the heat, coffee, juice and toast

are as much as any of us wants for breakfast.

“I have to go back to the city for a few days,” announces my Master. “I’ll be setting off after breakfast. Is

there anything that either of you wants bringing back?”

Michael shrugs. “No, I’m good.”

“Me neither, Master, but this is a bit sudden, isn’t it? You never mentioned it before.”

“I’ve only just found out when I checked my e-mails this morning. Haswell wants to talk to me about

something.”

“Is everything alright?”

“I think so. The tone was light enough. I’m hoping he wants to discuss an extended contract.”

“Good luck on that one,” says Michael. “You can have this place every summer for me….”

After breakfast, my Master changes into his suit. “I’ll only be a couple of days I think,” he says, kissing

me on the forehead. “See you soon.”

“Take good care of her,” he says to Michael.

“My pleasure.”

*****

It’s hot, really hot.

I lie in bed staring up at the ceiling, sweaty and uncomfortable. Beside me, Michael is sleeping

peacefully.

Slipping from the sheets, I put on a robe and wander outside. It is a very dark, but very clear, moonless

night. The stars, away from city lights and in the clean air, are amazing; diamonds studded on velvet.

The pool: rippling under the starlight, it calls to me.

Slipping the robe from my shoulders, I step, naked, into the water.

The water is by no means cold, but it is cool enough to refresh, and I feel instantly better.

I swim a couple of lengths. The pool is not huge but is plenty big enough to revive me. The cool water

is silky on my skin. I have never been able to swim naked before, skinny dipping. I laugh for sheer

pleasure. It feels wonderful. The swish and flow of the water over my skin is one of the most sensual

things I have ever experienced.

I lie on my back, moving only enough, a small ripple of my hands, to keep myself afloat, then,

remembering the long, tube-like floats, pull one from the side, tuck it under each arm and lie back,

supported in the water.

With no need to move in any way, washed by tranquil waters, I simply stare up into the night sky. As my

night vision improves, the stars grow even brighter, and I gaze up at the Milky Way, pick out The

Plough, Cassiopeia and the unmistakable outline of Orion.

There is a flash, and a single shooting star streaks across the sky, searing my vision, bright enough to

leave an after-trail on my retina.

“Are you alright?” Michael’s voice; he is standing there, by the poolside.

“Yes, I’m good. I was too hot, but it’s gorgeous in here. Join me?”

“I’d love to.”

He drops his robe and steps, also naked, into the water, swimming over to me in a couple of smooth

strokes. “You’re right. That’s good. We must do this more often.”

He swirls around onto his back, looking up. “What are you looking at? Aaahhhh…”

For a couple of minutes, we simply lie together, floating, gazing at the immensity of a star-bright sky,

away from the City.

He turns in the water, spinning to face me, then treads water slowly to me. Supported by the float under

my arms and back, I am completely secure and comfortable as he embraces me. I cannot sink, and as

he realises my position, he pulls the long float around me further, tucking it safely through my

underarms.

I float, in a watery limbo, the slight sounds of our ripples slapping against the pool edge and the ‘creek-

creek’ sound of cicadas in the background.

Michael pulls me in close, his hands cool on my skin in the water. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I

draw him in, locking us together. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

His hands roam over my body whilst his lips explore my breasts and nipples. He chuckles.

“What?”

“They do float, don’t they?”

Drifting over the surface, we bounce off the side and giggle. “How about the lilo up on the terrace?” I

suggest. At least then, gravity’s working for us.”

“Good idea.”

He doesn’t bother with the steps, simply hauling himself, effortlessly up over the side, then, standing,

offers me a hand and lifts me out. Casting around for a moment, he picks up a large beach towel,

spreading it over the mattress, and lying down on it, offers me his hand again to join him.

I lie next to him. Facing each other, very close, his lips slide over mine, so softly. Opening his mouth a

little, he deepens the kiss, his hand gliding over the curve of my hip and waist. A faint trace of a breeze

ripples over me, plucking my nipples and raising goosebumps on my arms.

“You’re cold?”

“Only a little.”

“Here.” He wraps the towel over my damp shoulders. “You want to go inside?”

“No, it’s beautiful out here. I want to make love with you under the stars.”

He says nothing, simply looking into my face as he strokes my body; my thighs, the flatness of my

stomach, before exploring my loins and the dampening warmth there.

“Let me in,” he murmurs, and I part my thighs.

He breathes a shuddering sigh as he explores the tender skin of my inner thighs with cool fingers, then

moves inwards.