Buying the Virgin

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 at you, you’re mistaken,” he says from behind his

gliding touch up his shoulder, and onto

Still, he doesn’t move.

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 winning, as I see the movement of a growing

Gotcha!

and inside, where I find his cock semi-erect, and rapidly growing. Caressing it, I rub the head between fingers and thumb. He puts his book down

back to his face, to find him grinning at me, his beautiful face flashing a bright, white

slip off my shorts and swing a leg over to straddle him, feeling his growing erection pressing against my crotch through his shorts. As

naked above him. Book forgotten, Michael’s hands rest on my thighs, rubbing and massaging,

is a hand

Not Michael’s hand….

tender skin at the small of my back and up my spine, between my shoulder blades, my Master sends shivers rippling up through me. He alternates his strokes between soft fingertips

tug at the waistband of Michael’s shorts. “Um, you think we

mood restored, he grins, “They do seem

to unbutton and unzip him, then pull them down past my legs and his knees. He kicks them

settle down across him again, but he

upright as I can, knees akimbo across his hips, I arch my back. Cupping my breasts, I rub them, watching his eyes follow my

watches my performance, with one hand he runs fingers through my foxy curls. They

I am playing with my nipples for him, and where he runs skilled fingers through my

…. for my Lovers….

opening, unfurling, sending sweet fire coursing through me in

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