CHAPTER 47: The Virgin’s Lover, Part 5
“… It won’t happen again, I promise.”
Instantly, my Master drops to his knees behind me, and plunges his tongue deep, deep into my pussy. He swirls, hot and moist through my inner ring of muscle. Electric waves ripple through me and my desperate cunt spasms into orgasm.
I partly want to scream, partly feel unable to do more than gasp. What emerges is a kind of drawn-out wail, as my pussy convulses and gushes. Jerking and twitching, I spurt hot juices and my Master licks and sucks and laps me clean.
My orgasm seems to last forever, washing over me in repeated tides that do not die away. Jerking spasmodically, I simply ride this earthquake of the flesh, utterly out of control.
My wrists are unclipped and Michael lifts me bodily, dropping me on my back onto the bed and almost ripping off his jeans. Plunging deep into me, he fucks me hard, penetrating deeply with his thick hard cock, spearing me repeatedly as my clutching cunt grabs and snatches at him; until my internal tension eases and my body relaxes.
I lie, staring at the ceiling, my breathing gradually easing, utterly spent. Limp bodied, I look to my Master, who now stands at the bottom of the bed, wiping his mouth, looking concerned.
His eyes have regained a little of their softness. Abruptly, my own eyes well, and I burst into tears.
“I’m sorry Master. I really am.”
And he is there, sitting next to me, cradling me, rocking me in his arms. “Shhh… It’s over. Forget about it. We have learned something new about each other today. That is all.”
The two men pull warm covers over me then both leave the room. Vaguely, I hear raised voices outside...
“How far were you going to go...?”
But then I fall into an exhausted sleep.
When I wake, it is going dark. Sliding out of the bed, I grab a robe and pad through to the lounge. My Master is there, still working at his desk, jabbing buttons on a calculator. Michael is sprawled out on the couch, still reading his book. He looks up at me as, a little hesitantly, I enter. Putting his book down, he stands and offers me his hand in an invitation to sit with him.
“May I… come in?”
My Master looks at me from his work, over the top of his glasses. “Of course you may, Charlotte. While you are here, this is your home. Do whatever you please.”
“Master. I’m sorry.”
“You have already apologised. I don’t require you to do it again. but thank you anyway. Come on in. Join us.”
I can see that Michael would like me to sit with him, but I kneel in front of my Master, slightly uncomfortably on my still-sore bottom.
“Master?”
“Yes, Charlotte?”
“Are you still angry with me?”
He sits up. Leaning back in his chair to look at me straight on. “I was never angry with you Charlotte. But it was necessary to make a point.”
“I’m sorry Master. Truly I am. May I… may I ask you a question?”
He takes off his glasses, putting them carefully down by his laptop, and looks at me over steepled fingers. “You can ask. I don’t promise an answer.”
“Did you enjoy doing that to me?”
He takes a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling. There is a long pause before, “Yes Charlotte. I did enjoy it. but it is not an aspect of my personality that I let for air too often.”
Chin resting on his fingers, he pauses, then, “Now, let me ask you a question... Did you enjoy what I did to you then?”
I hesitate, unsure of how to express myself clearly.
“Come on Charlotte. Given the nature of our relationship, it is important that we are plain with each other. Nothing but truth between us will work.”
“No, Master, I did not enjoy it. I wanted to cry... but... I think that… I would have enjoyed it, if I had thought we were just having fun, rather than you being annoyed at me.”
I look up at him. “Does that make sense?”
“Yes. It makes perfect sense.”
He hesitates, clearly choosing his words. “You are easy to love, Charlotte. It is always easy to love what is beautiful. You are any Dominant’s dream; a natural Submissive, and you love to fuck. And you are very beautiful. You must know that.”
“Yes, I do know that Master. I don’t have to be modest, but... it’s not a virtue to be beautiful. That’s just good luck for me. And as for ‘loving to fuck’, well, I suppose that means that you’re lucky too.”
Michael creases up, shaking with silent laughter.
My Master sucks in his cheeks, pursing his lips, and I wonder if I have just earned myself another punishment, but he smiles. “That is certainly true, but your physical beauty is not all that there is to you. From the first day we met, I admired your courage. To do what you did, auctioning yourself like that. I could only admire your sheer nerve in doing it, and for the very best of reasons; to invest in your own future… Yes, that is to be admired.”
Michael is wiping tears from his eyes, waving a finger at my Master.
“Alright, so the joke’s on me,” says my Master, with a touch of irritation. “Shall we all move on?”
“Is there anything I can do for you Master? To make up?”
“Yes, Charlotte. There is. Earlier today, Michael nearly pinned your brains to the bedposts to give you some relief, at a time when you really needed it. You came, but he didn’t...”
I turn to look at the golden, broadly smiling, Michael, still wiping the corners of his eyes.
“Pay your debts, Charlotte,” says my Master.
I nod.
Wordlessly, I rise, then once again drop to my knees, before my Lover. As I struggle a little with the buckle of his belt, then the buttons of his jeans, Michael, his eyes warm and soft, strokes my hair, the side of my face. “Are you alright, Charlotte?”
“Yes Michael, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. It was my own fault.” As I release his cock, it springs free, stiff and hard, and with a little seepage from the slit. I stroke the silky skin of the head, and Michael draws a shuddering breath.
My Master settles behind me, easing my legs apart to allow him to kneel close in. His arms curve around me, and he kisses me behind the ear, whispering “You’re sure you’re alright?”
“Yes Master, I am. I really am.”
And, locked in the embrace of my loving Master, I lean forward, parting my lips to taste my Lover.