by Simone Leigh
”King.” I say, immediately.
Did they seriously think that, with me dealing the cards, my Master would be holding anything but the King of Hearts?
He smiles, holding up the card for all to see.
Softly, he says, “Sit back, Charlotte. Make yourself comfortable.”
I perch myself on the edge of the bed, propping myself on my elbows so that I can look down, watch my Master at his work. My first ever orgasm was gifted to me, by my Master, this way. It could have been the worst day of my life, but my Master made it the best.
He kneels between my legs and then, with his dark eyes lambent in the candle-light, invites me to swing them over his shoulders. I settle myself, bare feet resting either side of his sinewy back.
My Master scents my sex, my sweat, my juices, and my pussy flutters as he tugs gently at my labia with his teeth. The heat of his breathing washes over my folds, and my clit twitches.
My heartbeat accelerating, he slips a finger into me, making a couple of short thrusts, gauging my reaction.
Lips a little parted with my panting, my face glowing, I watch my Master at his work, smiling widely in anticipation of what is to come.
He returns the smile, blowing me a kiss, and then, crooking the finger up inside me, he works my sweet spot. He knows me so well. The finger dances inside me, fox-trotting over my sensitised nerves, and I fling my head back, moaning loudly.
My audience gather around, watching a maestro at work. Michael is wonderful, and the rest are fun, but no-one knows me as does my Master.
Withdrawing the finger, he laps at my burning, brimming cunt, swirling through my inner muscles as they jump and skid and skip to his tune. He drives his tongue inside me, playing me like an instrument, and I howl out my rising climax.
My orgasm shatters through me, raw, primeval and utterly delicious. The sheer intensity of it sends the blood singing through my brain. Flaming through me, pulses of heat radiate out from my blazing core, and my back arches as I shudder my climax into my Master’s waiting mouth.
He laps and sucks and slurps at my gushing juices, drinking me in for as long as I can stand it. Finally, I scream, “Enough Master! Enough.” and he pulls away, wiping his mouth.
Looking pleased, he leans forward, swinging my legs free of his body, and pushes me smoothly back down to the bed, and thrusting hard, spears me with his cock.
My arms around his shoulders, his arms curved around my back in a tight embrace, we move together, my hips rocking with his movement as my Master and I ride the wave.
It won’t take long, I know. Already the tension in his body is rising, and as I look up into his face, I see the softness in his eyes that tells me he is all but ready. He reaches to kiss the pulsing vein in my neck, then rests his face there.
The feel of him inside me, as he thrusts, and as I arch and swing to take him, is warm, and fulfilling and, and….
He comes suddenly, with a quiet grunt as he presses deep into me. Tightly pressed together as we are, the spasms of his hips shudder through me. I hold him close, kissing him, stroking his hair as he pumps his climax into me.
When he has done, he remains still for a quiet second or so. The others in the room are silent too. They sense a special moment.
Then, making a sighing, pleasurable sound, he withdraws and stands, stretching and shaking, like a wet dog drying itself.
My Master looks down on me, a faint smile curving his lips. Bending, he kisses the top of my head, and offers me a hand to help me stand.
He looks me up and down, with an amused expression. In the mirrors, I see myself; my hair a wild tumble, mascara running down from my eyes, my cum-bespattered tits, my dripping belly and thighs.
“Thank you, Charlotte.” he says in his deep, rich voice. “That was magnificent. And now, perhaps a shower?”
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Later, cleaned up, dressed and respectable again, the Three having departed, I sit in the lounge, Michael and my Master to either side of me. A roaring fire adds balm to the mood of contented exhaustion. Michael has taken the opportunity to swing an arm around my shoulders, and is holding me rather closely.
“You might check your bank balance tomorrow,” my Master says to me. “They were all very appreciative, and said that they will be happy to contribute to your College Fund anytime you are in town.”
“That’s good to know, Master. And thank you for arranging it, but you do understand that that is not why I do it?”
“Of course he does.” interrupts Michael. “We both do. But since we all enjoy it anyway, why not get some extra benefit for you from the fun? After all, that’s how all this started; so that you could earn some money to fund your future.”
“And on that note,” says my Master, “Let’s open some wine. We still have the rest of the weekend ahead of us, just the three of us…” he adds, winking at me. “Let’s relax and rest a bit. I suspect we will need it for tomorrow.”
He pours three tall flutes of sparking champagne and we clink glasses. “To us.”
“To us.”
“To us.”
Part Nine
The Virgin’s Master
“Is Michael coming too, Master?”
“Charlotte, Michael would slay dragons to be here when you are. Yes, he will be here.”
“So, what will we be doing tonight? Or is it another of your ‘surprises’?”
He smiles down at me as I kneel in front of him. I don’t need to, and he never asks it of me now, outside of our ‘games’, but I know that he likes it. And I want to make my Master happy. He has done so much for me. I owe it to him.
“No, not a surprise today Charlotte, but we did, both of us, want to try something new with you.”
“Master?”
“Always before, we have spent our time with you in a very controlled environment, and if we had…. um…. guests, Michael and I have always chosen them carefully for you; vetted them if you like. Either they were men we knew, or knew by reputation. We had a clear idea of how they would behave with you. We knew that they were…. er…. ‘clean’. In short, we did everything we could to ensure that we could all, you, me, Michael, do anything we wanted to, safely.”
I ponder his words, anxiety curling through the pit of my stomach. “So, what is it that you want to do now, Master?”
“There are clubs we can go to Charlotte; parties, meeting places, where we can meet similar people to play our games.”
“With strangers? Strangers to you, I mean?”
“Yes, strangers to me.” His head tilts as he gazes, dark eyed, down at me. “How do you feel about that?”
I hesitate but, “I trust you, Master.”
“Good. Michael will join us presently and then we can go to enjoy our evening out.” He waves a hand at a box, which I have been politely failing to notice, or to comment on. It is beautifully gift wrapped and looks expensive. “I bought you a gift, which I hope you would like to use for this evening.”
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I study myself in the tall mirror. My long red hair is up, and elaborately coiffured, held in place with jewelled pins. The dress, my Master’s gift, is beautiful: halter-necked, ankle length but slit to the hip, gathered below the breast, but low cut to display my cleavage, and falling in a glitter of sparkling black. When I move, it sways elegantly around my ankles, fracturing the light of the candles glimmering about me. A matching necklace of black gems hangs at my neck, and I have made up my eyes very dark, to match the dress.
I have turned the lights down low, to see the correct effect. I know I am beautiful. I do not have to pretend, but unease gnaws at me. I fight back the tears which prick the back of my eyes, threatening to spill and flow.
Strangers……
In the mirror, I see my Master enter the room behind me. He approaches, standing close, slipping an arm around my waist, and kissing the nape of my neck. His eyes are soft, as he bends to rest his face against mine.
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sp; “Charlotte, you look…. exquisite.”
“Thank you, Master. And thank you for the dress. It must have cost you a lot of money.”
He kisses my neck again. “Money well spent I think.” Then he pauses, and I see him looking at me, side-on, in the mirror. “Are you alright, Charlotte?”
I hesitate. He is so good to me. How can I say it?
He waits for a moment. “You’re unhappy. What’s the matter, Charlotte? Tell me.”
I gulp, biting my lower lip, hanging my head.
“Is it this evening? You don’t want to go to the club?”
I shake my head. “I’m a bit scared, Master.”
He laughs, a low rumble from deep in his chest. “Scared? You? The girl who stood naked in front of a crowd of strangers, and auctioned her virginity to the highest bidder? Scared?”
I say nothing.
“Why, Charlotte?”, bafflement in his voice. “I thought you would enjoy yourself? You always seemed to before, even when I gave you a…. challenging, number of partners.”
“But always before, Master, they were men you knew. I know that you checked them out for me, that you were careful for me. In a club, it won’t be like that. They’ll be strangers. you won’t know anything about them.”
“Michael and I will be with you. You don’t seriously think we would abandon you? Allow anything untoward to happen?”
“No of course not, Master, it’s just….” My voice trails off. I don’t know what to say. I know only that I do not feel ready for the challenge my Master is setting me. “Could we…. could we just stay here instead, tonight? We can enjoy being together, can’t we? You and me and Michael?”
He is silent, and I see him watching me in the reflection, his eyes wide-pupiled and dark in the half light.
“Are you…. are you angry with me Master?”
He tosses his head, wiping a hand through his hair. “Angry? How could I be angry with you?” He kisses the back of my neck again, then the side of my face. Taking me by the shoulders, he squares me to the mirror. “Look.” he whispers, pointing a long finger at our reflections. “Look at what I see.”
His fingers slide into my hair, and one by one, he removes the pins holding it in its elaborate style.
“Charlotte. When first I, the highest bidder in an auction, bought you, we had a contract. I owned you, body and soul for a week. I took your virginity, and, although you seemed to enjoy yourself through the week, at the end, I fully expected that I would never see you again….”
The last pin removed, he run his hands through my fiery locks so that they fall, cascading over my shoulders and down to my waist.
“…. I believed that a young and beautiful woman like you, intelligent, full of life, would soon find someone, some man that she would love, perhaps many men. I was sure that you would not want to see me again, the man who had you, Bought and Sold.”
His hands slip into the neckline of the dress, slipping the tiny buttons apart, until the halter falls away.
He continues. “And yet, despite your now having no obligation to do so, you return to me, time and again....”
He glides the zip of the dress slowly down at the back until it opens, then falls to my feet, leaving me naked. I see him standing behind me, tall and dark, his face half-shadowed by in candlelight. His hand circles my waist again, pulling me in close to him.
“…. You keep returning to me Charlotte, and we make love, and we fuck. You accept every challenge I set you…….”
He stands so close behind me, the bulge of his erection pressing against my back through his clothing.
“……. You kneel at my feet, and you call me ‘Master’.” He kisses the side of my face again. “How do you think that makes me feel?”
“Master?”
From beyond the room, there is the click of a lock, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing again…. Footsteps, then “James? Charlotte?”
“In here, Michael.” calls my Master.
In the mirror, I stand, my Master behind me, his gaze locked to mine in the glimmering reflections, embracing me at the waist with one hand, palm flat against my stomach, holding me close to him, so close. The other hand grazes the contours of my face and neck, cups a breast, then glides south to the vee of my loins.
I see myself, naked, my chest rising and falling, as my Master’s touch works its magic, my arousal blooming, desire pooling in my belly, my pussy warming and moistening.
He watches me, knowing what he is doing to me.
And now, Michael is here, my Bright Star. He steps into the room, and I see his eyes, in the mirror, meet with my Master’s.
“Change of plan, Michael.” he says shortly. “We won’t be going out this evening.” Fingers are working through my dampening curls, scissoring between my lips to my clit. His eyes still on Michael, I see something pass between them, then Michael strips off his shirt, removes his shoes.
My hips beginning to judder, my heart to race, I am seized from behind. Both hands clasped around my waist, my Master lifts me, then pulls me backwards towards the bed. He sits, propped on the edge of the bed, cradling me from behind, as Michael drops to his knees and parts my legs.
Face dipping between my thighs, he continues the work my Master started, lapping at my bud, as it swells and sensitises. Slipping it from its fleshy sheath, he works me with the very tip of his tongue. I moan and pant and quiver as he winds magic circles around my clit. My core heating, my pussy begins to flow, and he dips further to lick away my nectar.
Michael pushes at my thighs, parting them further, delving in more deeply. My Master responds by reaching forward, hooking his hands behind my knees to lift my legs up and back, exposing me fully to Michael’s searching tongue. My Golden Angel plunges his tongue deep into my pussy, probing and swirling, as I wail my rising passion.
My head resting back against my Master’s chest, his words are whispered close to my ear. “Angry? How could I be angry with you Charlotte?”
I glance up and back, just in time to see my Master and Michael, momentarily lock eyes again. Abruptly, the two men stand; my Master heaving me upright with him, and then, as he steps away to one side, propelling me to Michael.
Michael catches me, and then immediately pushes me back down again, flat on my back on the mattress. As I lie there, my breath slightly knocked away, Michael shucks off his pants and clambers atop me, straddling my chest. My Master also, is stripping off to one side of us.
Michael’s cock, already hard, pushes at my lips. He reaches past me to snatch a pillow, pushing it under my head for support. As my lips part to take the thick shaft, my Master is between my legs, lifting my hips in strong hands, to plant his mouth over my streaming pussy.
Michael, smiles down at me, winks as he works himself into my mouth. I don’t try to suck, instead framing my lips over my teeth to catch the ridge of his cock-head as he gently thrusts, back and forth, streaming a thin trail of pre-cum over my tongue as he does so.
My Master, sucking at my swollen pussy lips, is sending my hips into paroxysms. Jerking spasmodically, I shudder and squirm as he licks out my entrance, lapping upwards through my folds, around my twitching clit, and back again.
Again, he does this, and again, in a steady rhythm that is sending me quickly crazy. Out of control, I howl my rapture. Michael, seeing what is happening, withdraws from my mouth, unstraddles me and moves instead to kneel behind me. Seizing me by the wrists, pulling my arms back over my head, he pins me top-wise, as bottom-wise, I am pinned by my Master. Spiralling up the path of climax, looking up, I see him, gazing down at me, soft eyed, watching my rise to orgasm.
With a scream, I come, and as my pulsing pussy gushes, my hips judder and buck. I writhe, held at the wrists by Michael, at the hips my Master. Electric waves ripple through me as my Master continues to mouth and suck at my ecstatically clenching cunt.
The pleasure of my Master’s mouth on my palpitating core becomes excruciating. “Enough, Master.” I scream. “
Enough!”
He pulls away from me, watching as I continue to ride the wave of my orgasm.
My climax abating, he drives forward again, plunging his hard cock deep into my soaked pussy. Lying flat atop me, arms wrapped around in a loose embrace, he thrusts hard, hard enough to hurt against my inner walls, but I want this pain, gifted to me by my loving Master.
Then with a jerk and a tug, he turns, flipping over, taking me with him, so that now I lie above him, his cock still pressed inside me, stretching me with his girth.