Buying the Virgin

Shaking his head, My Master laughs. “No, I’m perfectly serious. We had one piece of work, a test-piece, writing the program for solving an equation by iteration. It meant breaking down the steps and individually punching the cards. It took me hours. Then my ‘friend’ decided to nudge my elbow and I dropped the lot. They scattered everywhere…. I had to do the whole thing again.”

“Couldn’t you just sort them back into order?”

He rolls his eyes to the heavens. “Imagine trying to sort out a pack of playing cards, but there’s no pictures, just holes in the cards giving you a code for what the picture is…”

I burst out laughing. “It puts my problems into perspective, doesn’t it?”

“Indeed, it does,” he says, smiling, then his face turns serious. “Listen, Charlotte. I came down here because there’s something I need to talk to you about…”

He sounds worried.

“Master?”

“I’ve been talking with Will Stanton. He’s concerned that with you giving evidence against the traffickers, but some of them still being at large, you may be…. at risk....”

“I know that. But I took it on board when I agreed to help…”

“Yes, but….” He is clearly uncomfortable about what he has to say. “……. they would like you to stay close by for the moment, so you can have protection.”

His meaning begins to penetrate. “Close by? You mean, here? They don’t want me to go back to the University?”

“That’s right.”

“But I can’t not go back. I’d miss lectures. I’d get behind on my work…. After everything I did to get there….”

“We’ll sort out some other arrangements,” he says. “I don’t want you away from here until this whole thing is sorted out, one way or another.”

“But Master, I got to go back.”

“No, Charlotte. You don’t. I don’t want you to go. And you’re not going, for now at least. And that’s the end of it. I expect you to obey me in this….”

look away,

“Was that a yes?”

me look

repeats. “You will not try to return to the University until we have made arrangements for

speak. I try changing

I eye him.

hesitates. “What’s

sexually harassed?

push this door closed

nor he. I see the slant to his eye. He knows that I’m trying to distract him, but he

behind him, he stands over me, then grabbing me by

me up against the wall, pulling my arms above my head. I slam backwards, he, grabbing a fistful of my

close to me, he presses my wrists tight against the wall. “Don’t move,” he mutters. “You want harassment? Let’s see

the order of anything, he lifts my books and notes from the desk, placing them on

desk. All but atop me, still stretching my arms over my head, he presses me down at the chest with the heel of his hand. “Are you going to stay like that, or do I have to tie

juddering. “I’ll stay,

eye as he pushes my skirt upwards around my waist,

up straight, taking off his jacket. “Now,” he says, looking down, dark-eyed at me, “Do I lick you out first, or just fuck you where you

shoulders, pressing his face into my panties. I hear him breathing in, scenting me, his face nuzzling against me. His fingers slide behind the fabric, scissoring open my lips, presenting my

wrists together with the tie, he stretches my arms back down the desk, attaching the other end of the tie to the desk legs. Then, quickly pulling my panties down, he stuffs them into my mouth.

he resumes his position, kneeling

me wide, the thumb of one hand pushing back the sheath of my clit. For a moment or so, he pauses, breathing warm over my exposed sex, then, very delicately, he traces

to remain still, to remain quiet; nonetheless, I moan through my

slips a finger into my pussy, which

rub up inside me at my sweet spot. My spiral up to climax is rapid, and the juddering

through my gag. He plants his mouth over my pussy, fucking me with his tongue, swiping

his erection. Leaning over and into me, he plunges in deep. Lying atop