Buying the Virgin

CHARLOTTE

My Master’s face furious, “Don’t you dare speak to me in that tone!” And he slaps me across the face, hard, the blood rising where his hand has caught my skin.

And I see red. I slap back, catching him on the cheek.

For a moment he freezes, as though he can’t believe what I just did, then grabbing both my wrists, he pushes me towards the bedroom. “In there, Madam.” he hisses. He doesn’t shout, his fury turned to iced words.

Do I fight this?

Is there any point?

“Alright,” I say. “I’ll go into the bedroom. I’ll take whatever it is you’re going to hand out. but it doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t change what’s in my head.”

I walk into the bedroom, and without being asked, bend over the end of the bed, my face pressed sideways against the comforter. And I wait.

My Master does not hurry. Instead, he stands over me, arms folded, looking down. After a moment, he pulls me upright by the wrist. “Alright then. Tell me what’s in your head.” His anger is still there, but it is contained now.

“You’ve got me locked up here, for my safety as you say. But I’m not a child, and I’m not stupid. You all want to tell me what I must or must not do, and no-one asks me what I think, let alone what I want. Instead, you just want to run my life by …. diktat. Alright, I’m being hunted. We all know why. So, do I stop thinking for myself? Wait to be rescued by my knights in shining armour? Is that what you expect of me? Because I’m going crazy caged up here, and…. and I’m sorry I took it out on Michael. He really did do nothing to deserve it.”

He faces me, arms still folded, face expressionless.

What’s he thinking?

He stares at the ceiling, then looks away from me, then back at me.

Abruptly, he pushes forward, grabbing me by the shoulders, pushing me back against the wall, fastening his mouth over mine.

What…

He tugs at my tee-shirt, roughly, pulling it up over my head, then reaches around, unclipping my bra.

He points at my jeans. “Off,” he instructs.

I remove the rest of my clothes. He strips off too but keeps his tie in his hand. As I stand naked before him, he pushes at my chest with the flat of his hand, propelling me backwards onto the bed.

Jeez.… hope he’s going to give me time to….

His erection is huge, and he’s not wasting time. He clambers over me, and, holding my eyes as he does it, ties my wrists, binding them to the bedhead. Then flipping me over, he rolls me onto my stomach, the tie twisting painfully tight.

“Master.… My hands....”

blood back into my fingers, then hauls

know where

slaps hard across my ass. It stings,

still? Or

he caught me the first time, then slaps

Yeah… letting off

is not angry with me still, my nerves

… my pussy floods.

finger-fucking me, testing my readiness I think, and

home, arrested only by my inner walls, and I yell at the pain. But a part of me is dissolving, tension evaporating as my Master plunges into me, driving in hard again and

laboured, and our bodies are quickly slick with sweat as he

would have been simply too fast for me to work to climax,

erupts into climax, pulsing violently around my Master’s cock. I’m not sure if it triggers him, or if he simply releases his control, but as I buck

a gasp he rolls off me to one side, reaching to untie my wrists. I collapse next to him, and he reaches round to pull my face to his, kissing

we both

panting. “Thank you,

“Thank you?”

much

a laugh. “I’ll tell Michael, next time you start getting cantankerous with

“Cantankerous?”

substitute

okay…. how

shouldn’t have tried to lock you in your ivory tower like

“Wasn’t she golden-haired?”

say, so you’re clearly unsuited to the role. Listen…” he turns serious. “Despite our… um… personal de-stressing techniques…” he grins, “You can’t just go wandering around. It

something to do. I’m never going

me to expect it. Leave me with it. We’ll find legitimate

That’s

*****

MICHAEL

is she

have found herself something to do…. Although I notice that she’s not doing any of

“Really?”

is a glint of amusement in his eyes. Richard looks briefly over

is she doing?” asks

“I’m not sure what it is exactly, but she has plans of the City spread out.