Buying the Virgin

Chapter 38: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Thirty-Eight

The bath is large and generous, with plenty of room for two. Warm water, bubbles, a glass of wine,

have revived my Master wonderfully. He leans back against me, lying between my legs, chatting, and

quite his usual self again.

I cradle him in my arms, my legs wrapped around his body, his head lying back against my chest.

Perhaps I overdid the foam….

We both keep having to blow froth from our faces. It is wet and squishy fun, and it is so good to be

back here, after all my weeks of hard work.

“So, what are your plans for the Summer, Charlotte? How long do we have the pleasure of your

company?”

“No particular plans, Master. To be honest, I didn’t really think beyond getting back here…. but…”

“But?” he turns his head back towards me at the hesitation in my voice…. “But???” he repeats.

“Well, I can see that you and Michael are really busy. You must both be working so hard. I’ve never

seen either of you like this before…. I was hoping I could stay with you for a few days, but would I be in

the way?”

“Good lord, no!” My Master sits up sharply, sploshing hot water and bubbles in equal measure over the

rim, soaking the expensive towels on the floor. “Don’t even think that Charlotte. The reason that

Michael and I are both tired is that we have both been working long hours to get things done before you

were back….”

He sounds unfinished. “Master? I’m not following you?”

“Charlotte, I am delighted to hear that you have no plans for Summer because I have been offered the

use of a beach house. I thought that the three of us might enjoy some time there together.”

“Oooh!” I squeal, clapping my hands like an over-excited four-year-old, and dumping more foam out of

the bath. My Master twists around, wearing an amused smile, and I remember my dignity. “Um, yes,

that sounds wonderful. I’d love to. Who’s offered it to you, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“I don’t mind at all. As you know, I’m working on a contract for the company that owns this hotel, this

apartment. I’d mentioned that I was planning a holiday and, I think in an effort to keep me in easy reach

while the project is on-going, the CEO offered me the use of his holiday home.”

“Doesn’t he want to use it himself? It is Summer after all.”

“I gather he’s just bought himself a new place somewhere in the country. He got married recently, so he

and his wife are busy setting up home together.”

“And we get the benefit? That’s wonderful. So….” I run his words through my head…. “You say that

you’ll be on call. Are you going to have to work anyway?”

He rocks his hand from side to side. “Some, yes, but I’ve got the job more or less finished. It’s just a

case of being within shouting distance if it hits any snags.”

“And Michael’s coming too?”

“Yup. He’s also been working his butt off, to be sure he can take the time away.”

I lie back in the bath, luxuriating in the hot water, and the feel of my Master’s firm, lean body nestling

between my thighs. Right now, it does not feel erotic, but it is very, very sensual. I reach round to kiss

him on the ear. “Thank you, Master. I’m sure we’ll have a wonderful Summer.”

The door clicks open, scented steam swirling all around us.

“Room in there for another?” asks Michael.

*****

“So, when can we go?” I ask later.

The three of us are lounging in bathrobes by the fire, enjoying a carpet picnic. Cheese, bread, olives

and wine all taste wonderful, whilst strawberries, warm by the fire, sit like ruby jewels in a bowl,

fragrancing the air.

“Pretty much any time we want. Richard gave me the keys a few days ago. All he asked was that I let

Security know when we’re using the place. I’ll be free to go, around the end of next week. Charlotte,

well, you’re free now, and Michael...??”

“About the same as you.” Michael is edging is way through my robe front. His voice is muffled because

his face is pressing against a nipple. “End of next week would be fine for me.”

“You’re not going to cover me in strawberry juice, are you?” I ask. “I’ve just had a bath.”

“I’m going to cover you in more than that in a while.”

*****

The following morning, Michael has left already. My Master is pulling together files and papers into his

briefcase. I lounge on the rug by the fire, reading a book.

“Chill out for the day, Charlotte. I’ll be back later. I’ll give you a call to let you know when to expect me.

“That’s fine Master. I’m enjoying my book. I might go down to the park in a while, to read it out there.”

“Sounds good.” He tilts up the book to see the cover, moving his lips and shaking his head, as he reads

the title. “A few weeks ago, it was finite element analysis and Fourier series. Now you’re reading chick-

lit?”

“I’ve just finished my exams, Master. My brain hurts. It’s ready for a break.”

He smiles, wryly. “I know exactly what you mean. When I finished my exams, I always spent a couple

of weeks reading nothing but superhero comics.” He bends and kisses me on the forehead. “See you

later.”

Several hours later, I have not moved from my comfortable place by the fire except for coffee refills,

and to fetch another book when I finished the first.

My mobile rings. It is my Master.

“Charlotte, I’m sorry to disturb you, but I left a file back there this morning, that I should have brought

with me. Would you mind fetching it along?”

“Of course, Master. Which one is it? Just give me the address.”

I locate the file on my Master’s desk, and stuff it, with my book, into my bag. Twenty minutes later, I

arrive at the Haswell Building, in the City, with my Master’s file. Taking the elevator up, a very pleasant

receptionist directs me to an office where, through a window, I see my Master in deep conversation © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

with another man, both their heads bowed over plans, drawings and documents.

As I tap on the door and walk in, both men stand upright.

“Ah thank you Charlotte.” says my Master, holding out his hand for the file, but I am blushing, brilliantly

red, as I recognise the other man: it is Daniel, whom I met a few weeks ago, at one of my Master’s….

parties…. In fact, it was on Valentine’s Day. Daniel was one of my ‘Valentines’. Tall, handsome, so dark

a black that his skin shines, Daniel also has the biggest cock I have ever seen. I have been fantasising

about that cock ever since.

For a moment, clearly he does not know me, but then recognition dawns on his face and he smiles

broadly. “Charlotte! How lovely to see you. I didn’t recognise you there for a moment.”

It is hardly surprising. The last time Daniel saw me, I was stark naked, and dripping with his cum.

My Master is wearing one of his secretly amused, non-smiles, the kind that only I can see. “Daniel and I

will be going for lunch in a little while, Charlotte. Would you like to join us?”

Trying to cover my confusion, I splutter my words a little. I have not before met one of our ‘party guests’

in a different situation.

“Um… yes. Er, I mean, yes, I’d love to.”

“Good.” says my Master briskly, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. “That’s sorted out then.

Make yourself comfortable for a bit. We won’t be long on this.” He waves me towards some low chairs

in a corner, then turns back to Daniel, opening the file he asked me for.

Did he set this up? Deliberately forget the file?

Of course he did…

I try to settle into reading my book, but my concentration wanders.

The two men are standing over a large table, discussing what look like construction plans. Both are

facing me.

I can’t help myself. I keep glancing up to look at Daniel, finding my eyes fixed on his crotch,

remembering his huge, lovely, black cock.

My Master glances up at me. He follows the direction of my gaze and I see him suppressing a smile.

“S’cuse me, folks.’ says Daniel. “Where’s the um….?”

“Down the corridor, first on the left.” says my Master, waving his hand in the general direction. As

Daniel exits the office, he walks over to me, bending down close and whispers, “Would you like me to

invite him back for dinner this evening?”

I blush. I hadn’t meant to be so transparent. “Would you mind, Master?”

“Mind? Why should I mind? Charlotte, if it presses your buttons, it’s fine by me. After all, I get the

benefit.”

Puzzled, “What benefit is that Master?”

He leans in even closer “Being able to wrap my mouth around your sopping cunt, and suck you dry

while you come.”