Buying the Virgin

My Master masks his expression quickly. Michael also does not seem happy, but he simply looks away.

“Shall we go? I’m all done here today,” says my Master, his tone short. Turning on his heel, he leads the way out, Michael and I following.

Michael gives me a quizzical look, unsmiling, and speaks quietly to me. “Never thought I’d see that…”

“What?” I speak equally quietly.

“James showing jealousy over you. Didn’t think he had it in him.”

“Jealous? Why would he be jealous? I’m not about to run off… and anyway, besides you two, there’s been loads of different guys, when we’ve all been having fun together… You and he have chosen them for me. What’s he got to be jealous about?”

“If he’s going to be jealous, I suppose a billionaire alpha’s a good place to start, but Charlotte, you reacted to Haswell… and James saw that. So did I.”

“Um, did I? I didn’t mean to. I don’t want to offend the man who.…”

Michael gives me a long look…. “Let’s just get out of here, shall we?”

As we leave the building, my Master walking ahead of us, I decide that Michael is right. There is something about my Master’s stance, his body language. Michael leans towards me, his voice still quiet.

‘It’s not about sex, Charlotte, about other men. He’s your Master. And you reacted to Haswell; the way you should only react to him.”

“Are you mad at me too?”

I’m not thrilled with you, no. And I’m going to make a prediction as well.”

“Mmm? What?”

“You’re going to have another set of stripes on your ass this evening.”

It doesn’t get to the evening. Back at the beach, as we get out of the car, my Master, who has been unusually silent all the way back, grabs me by the wrist. “You, Madam. Upstairs. Now.” His tone is severe, his face unsmiling.

In the bedroom, he rummages through the drawer where Michael packed his collection of ‘toys’, producing rope. I have seen it before. On that occasion, Michael used it to tie me, then fuck me over the horizon. We had a memorable time that day.

Without preamble, my Master tugs my tee-shirt up and off. My bra follows.

I am marched to the edge of the huge four-poster bed, where we have all been sleeping. My eyes are drawn, inexorably up, to the brass rings that run across the top of the frame, supporting heavy curtains.

movements, my Master unclips one of the curtains, leaving the rings free. Looping the rope through the rings, he ties one end to my left wrist. The other end binds my right wrist. Then, grabbing at the section of the rope looping through the rings, he pulls downward, and my arms are hauled upwards. Then he heaves on

poisoning when I see it, but don’t crucify her.

to crucify her. Impale is

carried away, is what

have anything

I’m staying here until

his eyes locked on

close by the waist, pushing his hands between my legs. “Horny, are we?” he says to me. In truth, I am nervous. I have not

fingers coated in my hot juices. He picks up the belt of my jeans, tugging

by the wrist. “No.

sucking in his cheeks. “Perhaps you’re right.” He pointedly puts the belt down, then spins me

the flat of my hand should make the point well enough,” he says, from behind

I done,

well what

me over other men.

and

hard, and I inhale sharply

to take

Do I apologise?

I didn’t

mad as Hell. He probably needs

Then, I’ll apologise….

skin smarting, I try to breathe steadily, but my Master is trying to draw a reaction from me. His next slap makes me yelp. Flinging my head back,

far side of the bed from me,

still angry

sure things don’t get

I can almost see my reddened ass reacting to slap after slap,

am reaching my limits. If I ask,

I didn’t mean

And his hand comes down

My safe word?

yellow. Please, I can’t handle much more.” And he slaps again, then plunges fingers into my core. “Dripping. You’re

the handle, but I know that in the hands of