Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

Chapter 106: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Twenty-Two

CHARLOTTE

Richard heads out, leaving the three of us alone together. As he leaves, my Master almost sags. Taking the coffee mug from my hand, he pulls me upright and wraps his arms around me, his chin resting on my head.

“When you called me last night,” he says softly, “and Michael told me there were gunmen after you... I didn’t know how to react, how to deal with it.…”

“You dealt with it the right way.” chuckles Michael. “It looked like the circus had come to town as we came out of the woods.”

“It was Michael who saved us,” I say.

“Your own performance wasn’t too shabby. When I saw you gagging that smashed up face with his own tie… There’s not too many women would have done that….”

And of a sudden, it wells up in me. All the panic, and horror, and fear that I should have felt the night before, break free and I start sobbing, tears streaming down my face as my Master rocks me back and forth. I think he is comforting himself as much as me.

After a minute or so of this, Michael breaks in. “I like a woman who keeps her promises.”

It is such an unexpected thing for him to say. My tears dry up. “Um, sorry. What?”

“You did promise me a hysterical outburst once we were safe.”

Despite myself, I laugh. “So I did. Sorry about that. Just give me a minute, would you both.”

In the bathroom, I splash my face, which helps. Then scrabbling through drawers, I find a toothbrush and paste. As I spit minty foam into the sink, there is a knock on the door.

“Mmm… Mmmmph.” I reply through my mouthful of froth.

The door pushes open; Michael. “You okay?”

“Mmm...mmmphhh.” I nod, spitting and rinsing again.

“Now there’s a good idea.” he smiles. “Is there another one in there?”

I rinse my brush and pass it to him. “Nope, but I think we’re a bit beyond the niceties of oral hygiene wouldn’t you say? Another coffee?”

“Please, yes.”

him, but as I move to sit there, he hauls me in by the waist to lie cradled back against him. From behind me, he strokes my hair, and reaches to kiss my neck; his

Master, his dark eyes soft, kneels in front of

“For what?”

myself last night. I thought I’d lost you; both of

I said, it was Michael

thank Michael the way I’m going to

behind me. “Er, no thanks, James. I’ll pass on that

back against himself. “Lie back,” he whispers, still stroking my hair.

my Golden Lover, I share the gaze of my Master, my Dark Angel. Leaning forward over me, he kisses me, softly, sweetly, pressing his lips against mine. Then he tugs at the belt of the bathrobe

you ready for this? Here I am, pushing myself on you, when last

first time I’ve run for my life. And yes, I’m ready.” I hold out my arms, welcoming him to

says nothing, his expression thoughtful, but then sweeping his hands over my belly, and

him too. He needs this

my arms around him, stroking. “Shhh... We came back. I

his head against my

“Mmm?”

inside me. I want

That bed’s

me by the hand, leading

*****

MICHAEL

the hand into the bedroom, but once in

shirt, sliding it from his

robe, she lets it slide away,

unlaces his shoes and takes them off with his socks, then rubs his feet. James sighs, leaning back on his hands, closing his eyes and letting his head rest back. Then she unbelts and unzips him and kneels back, inviting him to take off his

her gag a face from a horror

what kind of

to take the lead as she swings over to straddle him. He looks tired, worn, but nonetheless, his cock is tremblingly

to be

questioning. I simply

after him. He’s my friend too, but I

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