Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

Chapter 46: The Girl Who Came Back - Chapter Two

“Is it bad?” I strain over my shoulder, trying, unsuccessfully, to see my own bottom, where Michael is applying the cream.

“Are you alright, Charlotte?” asks my Master, as he appears from the house, beach towel slung over his shoulder, and sees what Michael is doing.

“No, she’s bloody not!” snaps Michael. “Look at the state of this.”

My Master peers at my butt, and sniffs. “I did have words with Kris about that afterward. I had stipulated that he was not to leave any lasting marks.”

“A fat lot of good that did!” Michael is clearly furious. “I don’t know what the hell to make of the pair of you sometimes….” Then he sounds upset. “For pity’s sake Charlotte, you’ve got to take better care of yourself. What would I do if something happened to you?”

My Master looks abashed. “Charlotte, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

Michael is not so easily put down. “It shouldn’t have happened in the first place! You can turn over now.” As he finishes tending my sore stripes, he slaps my backside, making his point, as I holler a loud protest.

“Serves you right,” he mutters, his voice livid.

Michael’s obvious displeasure casts a bit of a pall. He stretches out on a beach towel and picks up a book.

Feeling foolish, I lie back and try to read my own book.

As the pain-killing cream works its magic, I begin to feel better. The warm air and the company of my two Lovers enjoying the sun beside me begins to stir things inside me.

Perhaps I can cheer Michael up….

Sitting up, and carefully controlling the urge to an ‘Ouch!’ as my ass rubs on the cushion, I stroke Michael’s arm.

stop me being mad

stroking him, a gliding touch up his shoulder,

Still, he doesn’t move.

my fingers through the fine golden hairs of his chest, following their line down his abs, to where they disappear below the line of his shorts, I know that I am

Gotcha!

slip my hand under the waistband and inside, where I find his cock semi-erect, and rapidly growing. Caressing it, I

it to me every time, don’t you….” I look back to his face, to find him grinning at me, his beautiful face flashing a bright, white smile

him, feeling his growing erection pressing against my crotch through his shorts. As my weight comes

away the wrap to sit naked above him. Book forgotten, Michael’s hands rest on my thighs, rubbing and massaging, before questing to my flat belly. Leaning forward,

is a hand behind

Not Michael’s hand….

my spine, between my shoulder blades, my Master sends shivers rippling up through me. He alternates his strokes between soft fingertips and the hard edge of his nails. As the nails bite, I shudder and my

waistband of Michael’s shorts. “Um, you think

mood restored, he grins, “They do seem a

then pull them down past my legs and his knees. He

down across him again, but he says “No, stay

his hips, I arch my back. Cupping my breasts, I rub them, watching his eyes follow my hands as I pinch and roll at a

performance, with one hand he runs fingers through my foxy curls. They glint auburn in the bright sunshine, growing moist and warm

between where I am playing with my nipples for him, and where he runs skilled fingers through my folds. Already growing wet, swelling and readying me for my

…. for my Lovers….

opening, unfurling, sending sweet fire coursing through me

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