Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

Chapter 121: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Thirty-Seven

CHARLOTTE

Beth and I are safe, taken to some spot in the back-of-beyond, and simply delivered. “Mr Haswell said to tell you that the hotel staff are expecting you.” says the pilot as he drops us off on a pad, then immediately, rises, wheels and flies off.

The hotel staff are nothing if not courteous, and everything is there, waiting for us. Warm and comfortable, in a lovely suite, with gorgeous views, bathed and fed, and with fresh clothes waiting for us, we could ask nothing more.

I pace up and down, caged again.

How much of my life am I going to have to spend like this?

The door clicks open, swinging back. Standing there are my Master and Michael, and Richard following. He brushes past, wrapping his arms around Beth, taking her into the next room. Doubtless, they would like some privacy.

My Master simply tilts his head at me, soft-eyed. “Hello again.”

Michael looks ready to burst into tears. He sweeps forwards, embracing me. “Oh God, Charlotte. You’re okay. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He holds me, rocking me in his arms, his head pushed into my neck. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. Please, whatever happens from now on, you must always do what you think is the right thing, whatever the reason. I’ll understand. This won’t happen again.”

His arms are tight around me, his voice hoarse.

Oh, my Golden Angel. Please, don’t be so upset….

“Hey, I’m okay.” I try to keep my voice bright and uplifting. “It doesn’t matter what I promised. You didn’t think I was going to hang around when the building was on fire did you?” I laugh. “I was quite sure you didn’t intend me to promise to stay and get roasted …”

His face falls and I wonder if I’ve said the right thing.

*****

Our stay indefinite, but with no real outlet for the stress of events, the hotel feels like a trap. Michael, normally my rock, my anchor when all else is in turmoil around me, seems to suffer the most.

our initial meeting, he is distant, not exactly

Or that he thinks

guilty about that? He doesn’t need

all his wishes, to find Beth He punished me for

…. haven’t we?

*****

me against the wall, my Master leans over me, fixing me with his narrow-eyed

long enough,” he says. “I know that you and Michael had issues with each other; he with your behaviour over

chokes. “What do I do, Master? He barely looks at me, let alone speaks to me. I’ve tried to talk with him, but I’m

trouble dealing with what happened, so

do you want me to do, Master? I want things back

look you give him when he pushes his cock

I’d love that….

like that

soften. “I’m glad to hear it. Now, go wait in the bedroom. I’ll

And yes,

in at us, blinking a bit. “Wine perhaps?

head in agreement. “Excellent

edge of chill and aroma that takes you to Summer hillsides and views

I didn’t mean

at the shoulders, kissing me, softly, open-mouthed. Tugging at my pullover,

to his, and lips curving as his mouth meets mine, he reaches around me,

Master retires, standing to one side, as Michael takes me, his arms around my shoulders and waist, eyes intense, and his smiling lips brushing mine; my Golden Lover returned to

liquid, loose. I want

waist, turns me

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