Buying the Virgin

Chapter 29: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Twenty-Nine

It won’t take long, I know. Already the tension in my Master’s body is rising, and as I look up into his

face, I see the softness in his eyes that tells me he is all but ready. He reaches to kiss the pulsing vein

in my neck, then rests his face there.

The feel of him inside me, as he thrusts, and as I arch and swing to take him, is warm, and fulfilling

and, and….

He comes suddenly, with a quiet grunt as he presses deep into me. Tightly pressed together as we are,

the spasms of his hips shudder through me. I hold him close, kissing him, stroking his hair as he pumps

his climax into me.

When he has done, he remains still for a quiet second or so. The others in the room are silent too.

They sense a special moment.

Then, making a sighing, pleasurable sound, he withdraws and stands, stretching and shaking, like a

wet dog drying itself.

My Master looks down on me, a faint smile curving his lips. Bending, he kisses the top of my head and

offers me a hand to help me stand.

He looks me up and down, with an amused expression. In the mirrors, I see myself; my hair a wild

tumble, mascara running down from my eyes, my cum-bespattered tits, my dripping belly and thighs.

“Thank you, Charlotte,” he says in his deep, rich voice. “That was magnificent. And now, perhaps a

shower?”

*****

Later, cleaned up, dressed and respectable again, the Three having departed, I sit in the lounge,

Michael and my Master to either side of me. A roaring fire adds balm to the mood of contented

exhaustion. Michael has taken the opportunity to swing an arm around my shoulders and is holding me

rather closely.

“You might check your bank balance tomorrow,” my Master says to me. “They were all very

appreciative, and said that they will be happy to contribute to your College Fund anytime you are in

town.”

“That’s good to know Master. And thank you for arranging it, but you do understand that that is not why

I do it?”

“Of course he does.” interrupts Michael. “We both do. But since we all enjoy it anyway, why not get

some extra benefit for you from the fun? After all, that’s how all this started; so that you could earn

some money to fund your future.”

“And on that note,” says my Master, “Let’s open some wine. We still have the rest of the weekend

ahead of us, just the three of us…” he adds, winking at me. “Let’s relax and rest a bit. I suspect we will

need it for tomorrow.”

He pours three tall flutes of sparkling champagne and we clink glasses. “To us.”

“To us.”

“To us.”

*****

And again, taking a break from my college work for a few days, I visit my Master.

“Is Michael coming too, Master?”

“Charlotte, Michael would slay dragons to be here when you are. Yes, he will be here.”

“So, what will we be doing tonight? Or is it another of your ‘surprises’?”

He smiles down at me as I kneel in front of him. I don’t need to, and he never asks it of me now,

outside of our ‘games’, but I know that he likes it. And I want to make my Master happy. He has done

so much for me. I owe it to him.

“No, not a surprise today Charlotte, but we did, both of us, want to try something new with you.”

“Master?”

“Always before, we have spent our time with you in a very controlled environment, and if we had…

um…. guests, Michael and I have always chosen them carefully for you; vetted them if you like. Either

they were men we knew or knew by reputation. We had a clear idea of how they would behave with

you. We knew that they were…er… ‘clean’. In short, we did everything we could to ensure that we

could all, you, me, Michael, do anything we wanted to, safely.”

I ponder his words, anxiety curling through the pit of my stomach. “So, what is it that you want to do

now Master?”

“There are clubs we can go to Charlotte; parties, meeting places, where we can meet similar people to

play our games.”

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“Yes, strangers to me.” His head tilts as he gazes, dark-eyed, down at me. “How do you feel about

that?”

I hesitate but, “I trust you, Master.”

“Good. Michael will join us presently and then we can go to enjoy our evening out.” He waves a hand at

a box, which I have been politely failing to notice or to comment on. It is beautifully gift wrapped and

looks expensive. “I bought you a gift, which I hope you would like to use for this evening.”

*****

I study myself in the tall mirror. My long red hair is up, and elaborately coiffured, held in place with

jewelled pins. The dress, my Master’s gift, is beautiful: halter-necked, ankle-length but slit to the hip,

gathered below the breast, but low cut to display my cleavage, and falling in a glitter of sparkling black.

When I move, it sways elegantly around my ankles, fracturing the light of the candles glimmering about

me. A matching necklace of black gems hangs at my neck, and I have made up my eyes very dark, to

match the dress.

I have turned the lights down low, to see the correct effect. I know I am beautiful. I do not have to

pretend, but unease gnaws at me. I fight back the tears which prick the back of my eyes, threatening to

spill and flow.

Strangers……

In the mirror, I see my Master enter the room behind me. He approaches, standing close, slipping an

arm around my waist, and kissing the nape of my neck. His eyes are soft, as he bends to rest his face

against mine.

“Charlotte, you look…. exquisite.”

“Thank you, Master. And thank you for the dress. It must have cost you a lot of money.”

He kisses my neck again. “Money well spent I think.” Then he pauses, and I see him looking at me,

side-on, in the mirror. “Are you alright Charlotte?”

I hesitate. He is so good to me. How can I say it?

He waits for a moment. “You’re unhappy. What’s the matter Charlotte? Tell me.”

I gulp, biting my lower lip, hanging my head.

“Is it this evening? You don’t want to go to the club?”

I shake my head. “I’m a bit scared, Master.”

He laughs, a low rumble from deep in his chest. “Scared? You? The girl who stood naked in front of a

crowd of strangers, and auctioned her virginity to the highest bidder? Scared?”

I say nothing.

“Why Charlotte?”, bafflement in his voice. “I thought you would enjoy yourself? You always seemed to

before, even when I gave you a…. challenging, number of partners.”

“But always before, Master, they were men you knew. I know that you checked them out for me, that

you were careful for me. In a club, it won’t be like that. They’ll be strangers. you won’t know anything

about them.”

“Michael and I will be with you. You don’t seriously think we would abandon you? Allow anything

untoward to happen?”

“No of course not, Master, it’s just….” My voice trails off. I don’t know what to say. I know only that I do

not feel ready for the challenge my Master is setting me. “Could we…. could we just stay here instead,

tonight? We can enjoy being together, can’t we? You and me and Michael?”

He is silent, and I see him watching me in the reflection, his eyes wide-pupilled and dark in the half-

light.

“Are you…. are you angry with me Master?”

He tosses his head, wiping a hand through his hair. “Angry? How could I be angry with you?” He kisses

the back of my neck again, then the side of my face. Taking me by the shoulders, he squares me to the

mirror. “Look,” he whispers, pointing a long finger at our reflections. “Look at what I see.”

His fingers slide into my hair, and one by one, he removes the pins holding it in its elaborate style.

“Charlotte. When first, I, the highest bidder in an auction, bought you, we had a contract. I owned you,

body and soul for a week. I took your virginity, and, although you seemed to enjoy yourself through the

week, at the end, I fully expected that I would never see you again….”

The last pin removed, he runs his hands through my fiery locks so that they fall, cascading over my

shoulders and down to my waist.

“…. I believed that a young and beautiful woman like you, intelligent, full of life, would soon find

someone, some man that she would love, perhaps many men. I was sure that you would not want to

see me again, the man who had you, Bought and Sold…”