Buying the Virgin

Chapter 139: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Fifty-Five

CHARLOTTE

“Keep going, Charlotte,” says Richard.

“Okay, um, Richard’s over-written some of the estimates on income and expenses, some upwards and

some down. Err…. you’ve scrubbed out interest payments entirely, but added in some legal fees….”

“If I put cash into the project to replace bank funding, there won’t be any interest payments,” comments

Richard.

Of course, yes….

I work my way through the rest. “You’re offering to cover all the building and development costs, plus

some marketing, in exchange for a thirty per cent share?”

“I think thirty per cent is a bit steep, don’t you?” says Michael calmly.

Richard sniffs. “Well, that’s open to negotiation isn’t it.… but you’ve not stopped talking to me….”

The two lean across the table towards each other, Alternately taking the pen from the other, scribbling

amendments on the paper bag, crossing-out previous notes and over-writing them. Richard is clearly

enjoying himself. Michael, for all his restraint, is also, I think, enjoying himself.

I glance at my Master, who, lips pursed, is suppressing a smile. In a low voice, he says, “They’ve

already decided they’re going to do it. It’s just the thrill of the chase now….”

Men….

The pen is tossed to the table-top. Richard and Michael stand, shaking hands. “Done!” says Michael.

“Charlotte, meet your new shareholder.”

?

“My new shareholder?”

He rolls his eyes. “Didn’t you read any of those papers I showed you? About the purchase of the hotel

and house?”

“Er… well, I scanned them quickly, but it all seemed a bit….”

He looks at me, face blank. “Boring? Is that the word you’re looking for?”

I hang my head. “Yes.”

Richard laughs. “You’d better start taking an interest in these things now, Charlotte. It’s a bit odd that I

should know already that you’re a shareholder in ‘Life and Beauty’, but you don’t.”

Blushing. “Sorry. I didn’t realise.” This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Michael grabs me under the chin. “We’re getting married. Of course you’re a shareholder.”

“On that subject.…” continues Richard, “Have you set a date?”

Michael goes very still.

Waiting?

“Er, we’d not really discussed it,” I say. “With everything that’s happened….” I glance at my fiancée.

He still doesn’t speak.

What’s he waiting for?

My Master breaks in. “I was rather hoping that I’d be asked to be Best Man.” He swings to Michael,

who is suddenly wreathed in smiles. “You can take that as a heavy hint.”

“Who else would I ask?”

All eyes fix on me. “So, when were you thinking of, Charlotte?” My Master gaze is level.

That’s what Michael’s waiting for….

He still remembers that I only ever said ‘Yes’ to marrying him, under pressure….

….and he wonders if I will commit to a date?

I throw my arms around Michael’s neck, pulling myself up to kiss him. “How about the Spring? You

should have the house and the hotel ready by then. We could have the reception on the mountain.”

His face lights up. “That would be wonderful.”

“There’s one other thing though….”

His face falls. Voice tense, “And what would that be?”

“Who’s going to give me away? I don’t have a father. But since it looks as though Beth and I are

related…. somehow…., the nearest thing I’ve got is, a sort-of brother-in-law.” I look at Richard.

He beams. “Charlotte. I would be honoured. And Beth could be your bridesmaid?”

“I’d like that very much.”

My Master smiles as he watches me, and Michael is a man walking on sunshine.

*****

Three months later….

Spring is here on our mountain. I sit on grassy slopes, cradling a mug of coffee. Beside me, sitting on a

blanket, one leg outstretched, stiff from where it is still healing, is my Master.

The sun is shining, and there is the mood of a whole new start. From behind us comes the bang and

clatter of the last of the workmen in the house, with occasional yelled instructions from Michael. His spa

hotel is ready for guests and has a planned opening date for Easter Weekend, and thanks to Beth, lots

of pre-bookings from well-heeled ladies.

Eyes slanted sideways to me, my Master asks, “You’re not too upset about not going back to college

this year?”

“No, I’m fine. Doing it this way works just as well as actually attending. So long as we have a decent

internet connection, I’m good.”

He still looks concerned. “You are sure of that? I don’t want any more sudden disappearances.”

I kiss him on the cheek. “I’m sure. Truly.”

Michael strolls down the lush hillside to join us, his blond hair, a bright halo, and his blue eyes, brilliant

in the sunshine. “Room for another one?”

“Oh, I think we can spare a bit of turf.” says my Master. “Everything going well up there?”

“Really well, yes. Even the house is beginning to look more like a home and less like a building site.

We could move back here from the beach house anytime we wanted now.”

“I’d like that,” I say. “You promised me my home, months ago. And now it’s here.”

Michael, restrained as ever, says nothing, simply taking my hand, kissing my knuckles. Then, “I wanted

to ask you something, Charlotte….” He hesitates.

Choosing your words?

“Yes?”

“…. All through your life, you’ve had everything thrust upon you. Even meeting James and me, you

chose to enter the auction, but you did that out of necessity. I’d like to know what you want. Now that

you are free to choose for yourself, what is it that you want?”

He sits, watching me, chin on his knees, arms wrapped around his legs, quietly waiting for my reply.

What do I want?

I look around: this beautiful place, my new home behind me, my Master to one side of me, my Golden

Lover to the other.

Below us, a breeze ripples the lake and sunshine dances over the water. The air is sweet and warm

and wild flowers nestle in short, sheep-clipped turf. It is Paradise.

I hold out my hands. “What more could I want? We’re all here, at last, together. I have you both. I have

what I want.”

I see it pass between them; that locked eye glance….

Oh…. Oh….

Michael kisses me softly on the mouth then, standing, takes my hand. “I think I’m going to ask you to

prove that.” he grins.

At that moment, there is a bang and a crash from the house, followed by loud swearing.

“Oh hell!” spits Michael. “What now?” He shrugs apologetically at us, then goes back up the hill to see

what the problem is.

My Master chuckles. “You know, it won’t be that long before all the workmen go home. We could, um,

prepare things for when Michael is free….”

“Sounds nice, Master. Here, let me help you up….”

*****

“I thought we were supposed to just be preparing things….” I say.

My Master raises his head. “Yes, quite. I’m preparing you. I wouldn’t like Michael to find you non-

prepared for him.” He returns his attentions to my inner thighs, where he is kissing and nibbling at the

soft, delicate skin. Thus far, he has not strayed much further, but already my core is melting.

“Please, Master.”

“No, we’re waiting for Michael. Don’t be impatient. And besides, I enjoy watching you like this. I can see

you arouse, watch your pussy open, unfurl. Let’s see if I can help it along a bit.”

He doesn’t, as I expect, open me with his fingers. Instead, he laves my outer lips with long, languorous

strokes of his tongue.

Aaahhhh……

“Yes, there you go, see. Beautiful…. Opening up all by yourself….” And as his tongue laps at my inner

lips and beyond, I wail.

Ohhhh…. Godddddd……

I’m trying to flex, to arch my spine, but since my hips are already pillowed up, my arms and legs

outstretched, I can barely move.

“Now there’s a pleasant sight.” Michael is leaning against the door, looking down at me, grinning.

My Master glances up from where his mouth is fastened around me. “Didn’t see you there….”

“You were occupied. James, you look like a man enjoying oysters…. Love the starfish look, Charlotte.

Nice ropes those.”

“Mmm… Oysters? Not too far wrong there. Succulent lemon and brine…. Thought you were still

working in the hotel?”

“They’ve all gone. Then I heard Charlotte’s siren call. And that’s a noise that’s going to pull me in every

time, like a starving man to a feast.”

“Siren call eh?” says my Master. “If I recall, in the original tale, it was Odysseus who was tied up, not

the siren….”

“Er… guys…. I’m still here you know. Listening. I can hear every word you sayyy…. Aaahhhhhh….”

My Master raises his head from where he is licking out the inside of my pussy.

“That the noise?”

“Yeah, that’s the one…. You know, I’ve got a humongous hard-on now, and a deep urge to put it

somewhere….”

“My dear chap, don’t let me stop you. Here, do take over.”

“Just keep her busy for a minute would you,” says Michael, “while I strip down for business.”

“My pleasure.” My Master circles my clit with his tongue-tip, then sucks at my flowing pussy. “You’re

right you know. Oysters…. You want to….?”

“No, don’t disturb yourself. I can see you’re having fun down there. I’m just going to feed my cock to the

top end.”

Michael, naked now, and with his shaft as humongously large as advertised, straddles my chest,

pushes a pillow under my head and wipes his cock-head over my lips.

“You can start by licking me clean. You got me started off early.”

He’s already streaming pre-cum, which trails in glutinous ropes from my lips. I lap it away, and he wipes

the re-forming droplet around my mouth again. “Keep going. I love shoving my cock in your face, and in

about a minute you’re going to get the lot. Sorry if that seems quick, but I think James is going to

tongue-fuck you to coming this time, and I want to watch that when I know you’ve already had a

mouthful from me…. Now, open up.”

The streaming cock-head prods at my mouth, then, as I part my lips, pushes inside, fat and warm and

slick. Michael chews his lip as, looking down at me, he pushes in. “Wrap your lips around me.

Tighter…. that’s it. Do as you’re told….”

My molten pussy is flooding, my Master plunging in deep with his tongue, swiping out, then withdrawing

again to suck on my clit. He pulls back for a second. “She’s going to blow anytime. You want me to let

her come?”

“Mmmm…. tempting. Just hold on a little while yet eh? What do you think? Should I spill in her mouth

or over her face?” Michael continues his slow face-fucking.

“You’re not doing either ‘til I’m there to watch….”

As my Master rises, his leg still a little stiff and slow, Michael, pupils huge in his amazing eyes, deep

blue, dark-lashed, pushes in again, pulls out once more. “Jaws aching?”

“Mmmfff…” I agree.

“Thought so. Open up again, let’s see how much I can make ‘em ache.…”

My Master seats himself beside us. Michael, not ceasing his movement, glances towards him. “So,

mouth or face?”

“Best of both worlds? Most in her mouth…. finish off over her face….”

“Great idea….” And with that, he groans, shuddering his climax between my lips. Hot cream pulses

over my tongue, jetting to the back of my throat with its salty tang and, at the last moment, he jerks

outwards to spray, stickily, over my nose and eyes and cheeks.

“Now, I call that a pleasant sight.” says my Master from under arched brows. “Something for me to think

about while I’m finishing off the other end.”

“Off you go then. I’ll keep an eye on things up here, now that I can watch her come, all prettily coated

like that.”

As my Master returns, to push his tongue back into my pussy, Michael sits, just watching me. He trails

a finger over my spattered face, wiping up his cum, and pushing the finger into my mouth. “Clean it up,”

he says.

I suck at the finger, then wail as my clit is thumbed free of its sheath and gently nibbled. His mouth hot

over my nub, my Master teethes gently, oh so gently, at me, but, lightning striking through to my sex, it

burns through to where my orgasm bubbles and seethes, ready to boil over.

He drops to suck at my pussy, laving away hot juices, and lapping back upwards through my lips.

Tensed against my restraining ropes, every tendon taut, I shudder and writhe, trying to find a place to

explode into.

And it bursts free. My orgasm boils and spills, breaking through me in spasms that wrack me with

excruciating pleasure. Shrieking against the sheer violence of it, I strain against my own body as my

volcanic cunt erupts pulse after pulse of heat, through heart and body and soul.

“Stop. Stop. Please, stop….”

Instantly, my Master pulls away to stand. Michael darts over, helps him upright, and he plunges deep

into my still vibrating core. He’s on the brink himself, and my continued howling as he rams into me,

sheathing himself against me, again and again, takes him to the edge.

Wild-eyed, sweating, he drops almost over me, deep inside, but supporting himself on outstretched

arms. A final thrust, and he comes, juddering and shaking as he spills into me. Groaning and grunting,

eyes squeezed closed, his body tensioned in climax, he remains poised for long seconds before, at

last, with a gasp, relaxing. Eyes opening, he stands, withdrawing from me, before flashing me a smile,

then another to Michael.

“That was intense….”

“Let’s share a glass,” says Michael. We both nod and he disappears out of the room whilst my Master

unties me from my spread-eagled position. With a towel, smiling as he does so, he wipes my face

clean, then kisses me. “You look beautiful.”

Michael returns, bearing a bottle and three glasses. Pouring he says, “A toast I think.” Seated to one

side of me on the bed, holding up his glass, “To my future Wife, and my Best Man.”

My Master raises his glass. “To my Best Friend and my Wife-de-Facto.”

And mine: “To my Master and my Husband-To-Be.”

*****

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