Buying the Virgin

Chapter 79: The Girl Who Came Back - Chapter Thirty-Five

My Master still doesn’t speak. I don’t look up. “Master?”

“You waited until Michael was not here?”

“Yes, Master.”

Again, a long silence, then, “Charlotte, go up to the bedroom.”

I rise and go upstairs, keeping my head bowed. He follows me.

“Bend over the end of the bed.”

I bow down, my breath fluttering, heart thumping. I flatten myself against the counterpane, stretching out my arms, spreading my ankles.

“Raise your hips.”

I arch my spine, presenting myself.

My Master stalks through the room, searching for something. From my awkward view, I see him as he finds it: a belt. Thick leather, almost three inches wide, with a wide brass buckle. He snaps it against the wall with a crack, and I flinch.

“You’re trembling.”

“Sorry, Master.”

“You’re afraid?”

I swallow hard. “A little, yes, Master.”

“Of me? Of what I’m going to do?”

“Yes.” My voice is a whisper.

“You still want to do this?”

“If it makes it right between us, yes, I want to do this.”

“Open your mouth.”

and he pushes something between, a tie I think. “Between

belt again, against the wall. It whiplashes against the plaster, leaving marks in the paintwork, and I wince, quailing inside, but I don’t move. I must endure this if I am to have my Master return to

we were out on the site. You said you would, but you didn’t. Thirdly, when Haswell asked you, you told him immediately. Three things Charlotte. Three things. None of them had to happen. Do

through my stuffed mouth. “No,

strokes for each

Trembling violently now, I bite

inhale sharply, waiting for the strike, the pain. The belt smacks into the timber of the bed frame with a

But I am untouched.

I hold my position,

through the room, and despite my savage trembling, the belt has not

is the gentle tap of a hand on my rear,

the bed, but hands reach under me, sweeping me upright. My Master enfolds me, embracing me, his face close to mine. “How could I punish you, Charlotte?

“Master?”

to him, mouth fastened over mine, his face pressing hard against me. I struggle against him. “Master…. Master….

stand, panting, trying

Are we… are we good

says softly. “We’re

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later, we are lying in bed together, loosely embracing, entwined in the sheets; naked, caressing, stroking, in a sensual Never-Never

although it’s

And talked….

not proud of what I did, Charlotte. And Michael hitting the nail on the head about my pride didn’t help……. At the time, it just seemed like a fun thing to do, to Buy a Virgin. I had the money and the, um, fantasy. It never occurred to me to question what might have brought you there. I simply thought of you as a young woman, in need of money, which I could provide. What Michael missed yesterday, was the shame I felt when I watched that

it too.

didn’t. How

quiet. Didn’t say much at all. We talked a bit, but he

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last few weeks and.… things that I’ve kept…. aside…. for years,

me, Charlotte. Nor me.” He kisses the breast. “I never expected, at my age now, and, especially, in the way in which it happened, to meet the woman who would turn out to be the love of

your perfectly

Madam. Yes, if I’m honest, that’s part of

both learning

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