CHAPTER 54: The Virgin’s Choices, Part 1

It is the last day that my Master and Michael must work, before we all go to the beach house he has been loaned for the Summer.

I am guessing that we will ‘celebrate’ together this evening, and I have dressed for this. Who will arrive first, I wonder?

My Master almost bursts open the door, his air, triumphal.

“That’s it!” he exclaims. “Freedom for the Summer.” Then, he takes in my outfit. “Ah… yes, Charlotte. I thought you might be ready and waiting for me.”

My dress, which I bought for the occasion, is low cut and tightly bodiced, emphasising my already small waist, and ‘presenting’ my breasts and cleavage. Loose, flowing skirts are at once summery, demure and inviting of easy access. The bodice is pulled in tightly with long laces that dangle invitingly down.

In short, I have dressed, to be undressed.

My Master, ambling over, eyes the laces of the bodice of my dress. “Nice dress,” he comments, his eyes meeting mine for a moment. But his attention is downwards. “Were you intending to continue wearing it?”

He tugs at the top couple of lacings, releasing my breasts. Carefully, he eases them free of the corseting, so that they sit outside the dress, slightly perched on the bodice.

Abruptly, he pushes me, hard, against the wall, knocking me breathless. Once, this might have alarmed me, but he knows me well does my Master, and what I appreciate. And we both enjoy it when he ‘manhandles’ me a bit.

Pressing hard against me, he pins my wrists over my head, looking down at me, and knowing well that he is pressing all my buttons.

And his too...

“Now Charlotte, the choices are: “Do you want to fuck now? Or wait a while, until Michael returns, to make love?”

Did he have to say it like that?

Something inside me crumples. I swallow hard, looking down, refusing to meet my Master’s face, as my eyes well.

“Charlotte what’s wrong?” His voice is sharp, then with one finger, he tilts up my chin, forcing me to look him in the face. I fight back tears. I will not cry in front of my Master. But his face softens.

“Charlotte. What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

I don’t speak. I just stand there, chewing my lip, resisting the pricking at the back of my eyes.

He takes a breath. I can almost see him replaying the last minute or so in his head. Then he stares up at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it like that, should I?”

He releases his grip on my wrists but keeps me caged against the wall, by his body.

“Charlotte, do you really believe that I don’t feel anything for you?”

My voice is small. “But you never have said so, Master. Not once.”

“And I need to?” He does not smile. His eyes are depthless, dark. “Charlotte, say something. Talk to me.”

“I’m not looking for sunset and rainbows, Master. I know that was never in the deal. How could it be? I’m just the girl you bought.  But...”

“But...?”

“But... I want to feel that I’m more to you than just someone you have sex with...”

Now he looks exasperated. “Charlotte. If all I wanted, was someone to ‘have sex with’, as you put it, I’d still... Michael and I would still… be visiting the clubs several times a week, as we did before you entered the picture. We were never short of choice. Without wishing to blow my own trumpet, l, and Michael, are pretty good at what we do, and neither of us is bad looking. We always found what we wanted, when we went looking...”

Still, I say nothing. What do I say?

“... And these days, we don’t go looking…”

He sighs, his voice gentle, soft. “I’m sorry if I upset you. I didn’t mean to.” He strokes a lock of hair behind my ear, then, wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me to him and kisses me.

The kiss is deep, long, passionate… impassioned... His hands curve to the small of my back, up across my spine and into my hair.

My Master has never touched me like this before. For the thousand times he has kissed me, his kisses have been sexual, or erotic, warm, loving, tender, even fatherly at times; but never, soul-searingly passionate.

The sheer fervour of his kiss sets my spine tingling, sending goosebumps skittering over my skin. His heart is hammering against me, matching my own, as it batters the inside of my chest.

Ye gods… It’s all a front. He’s in love with me!

When he breaks off, mainly I think, because he needs to breathe, I look up into his face. Pupils wide, his already dark eyes are almost black.

Shaking my head in confusion, “But why, Master?”

Sighing again. “Charlotte. I’m older than you; a lot older. I took your virginity. I can’t take your life from you.”

“Master, I don’t understand you.”

Stroking my cheek, he says, “You are young, beautiful, intelligent, courageous. You’re doing well at college. In a few years, you will be qualified, and the world will be your oyster. It would be very wrong of me to entrap you. After all, I’m just the man who bought you. So..., we play our games and I try to keep our... complicated... relationship…just fun.”

Of course he fuckin’ loves me...

And now, he kisses me again. His breathing is juddering and jarring, but this is not sexual. it is sheer, unalloyed craving.

What have I unleashed?

And I know that I must deal with this...

I give him my brightest smile. “You know what, Master?” He tilts his head, his eyes questioning. “I’d love to fuck.”

His mouth twitches in a long, slow smile, and he kisses me again, softly, on the forehead. “Thank you.”

Then he laughs, grabs my wrists again, and almost throws me over the back of the settee. Head dangling down, my skirt is pulled up, and my panties down, exposing my naked derriere. “You know what I like best about your lovely, pale skin, Charlotte?”