by Simone Leigh
He says nothing, simply looking into my face as he strokes my body; my thighs, the flatness of my stomach, before exploring my loins and the dampening warmth there.
“Let me in.” he murmurs, and I part my thighs.
He breathes a shuddering sigh as he explores the tender skin of my inner thighs with cool fingers, then moves inwards.
I echo his sigh, arching a little as he teases inside my folds. I am already wet for him. “Ah, that’s good Charlotte. That’s good.”
“I want to kiss you while you touch me…”
His mouth on mine, Michael strokes lazy circles through my sex. His fingers glide through me, spiraling into my pussy then out again to nudge at my bud. Electricity dances through me, and I whimper into the warmth of his mouth. My fingers entwined in his hair, breathing in the scent of him, all I want is to have him inside me.
His cock hardening against my thigh, I reach to stroke it, to caress the velvety skin between thumb and forefinger, to ready him for me, as he is readying me for him.
Michael trembles, his breath growing ragged, his shaft beginning to produce a warm flow. Swinging up, atop him, I straddle my Golden Lover, his beautiful cock hard between the warmth of my thighs. I don’t want him to enter me just yet.
In the dark of this moonless night, with only the stars, his face is a pattern of light and shade below me, just a glint of reflection from his eyes as he gazes up at me. His hands holding me at the hips, I slide over him, my slippery folds over his hardness, before, guiding a little with one hand, I ease him into my entrance, but still, I don’t take him inside me. Instead, pushing against him, rocking my hips, I tease at his cock-head, pressing it against my inner muscles and easing away again, promising always to take him inside, then back off.
He groans, “Oh, God, Charlotte… Let me in. It’s sending me nuts…”
I chuckle, but enjoying myself, continue my teasing. The control I have, of having my Lover under me, of choosing when and how I will allow myself to be penetrated….
I gasp. Michael, gripping my hips hard, holding me still, drives upwards, spearing me in one smooth movement.
I yell and laugh at the same time. It feels so good. My slick pussy, stretched open by the thick shaft inside me, flows and pulses as our bodies merge.
Even in the darkness, I see the whiteness of his grin. “Enough teasing, Madam.” And he flips me over, onto my back. “Now we’ll see who has control…”
And he thrusts, hard, and again.
“Scream for me, Charlotte. I want to hear you…”
It takes no effort. Michael is pummelling me inside, and it feels…. just amazing.
Shrieking and laughing, I swing up my legs, wrapping them around him, allowing him to penetrate me even more deeply.
“Ah, that’s it…. you’re going to walk bow-legged tomorrow…”
He’s probably not wrong. I move to meet him, colliding my body with his as he rams home into me. My heavy breasts swinging, his balls bang against me, as we fuck our way to climax.
But this isn’t fucking. This is lovemaking…
Michael changes tempo, pacing himself I think, and I match him. Now, I feel the difference as he works for my pleasure, rather than his own. With each thrust, he withdraws completely, before sliding in slowly, only to withdraw once more; stretching me open and re-stretching me, as his bulging cock penetrates me.
Resting on one elbow above me, he slips his spare hand between us…. He chuckles. “It’s a bit of a tight fit. I can’t move my fingers. Do you want to ease your death grip on my hips?”
I relax my legs a bit, giving him more room to move, and he slips his hand into my clit. Still repeatedly slow-penetrating me, he winds his finger around my nub.
The stars I see, are behind my eyelids now. Moaning as he works my stiff bud, my hips a-quiver, the warming constriction of orgasm pools in my pussy. Breathy and panting, my heated sex throbbing to Michael’s rhythm, I hold him tightly to me. My hands clasped around his shoulders, my face buried in his neck, gathering him to me, I moan my rise to climax before, as my pussy spasms and clutches, I wail my rapture into the silent night.
Still, he works me, gently whirling my clit, gradually filling and refilling me. It is a dreamlike, slow-motion experience, and as I descend from my climax, the only sounds are our heavy breathing and the susurration of gently lapping water.
“Ah, that was wonderful.” I murmur. But now Michael is thrusting harder, more vigorously. Again, I tighten my thighs around his waist, moving to match his thrusts. I nibble at his lobes, run my fingers across his back and down his spine, as my Golden Lover builds to his own climax.
With a jar to his breathing, he comes. Deeply inside me, he shudders into my core. His groans are quiet but intense, and at the last, he rests, his face on my breasts, panting heavily, one arm curved up to stroke my face.
For long minutes we lie there together, before rolling off me, he lies back looking up again at the incredible sky.
He doesn’t speak but just lies there.
He looks sad.
Why should he be sad?
What we just did was wonderful.
“Michael? Are you okay?”
He doesn’t respond.
“Michael? Is something wrong?”
Still, he remains silent.
“Michael?”
“I’m sorry, Charlotte.”
“Sorry? What are you sorry for? Have I upset you somehow?”
“Not….. intentionally, no.” He is hesitant, clearly trying to choose his words. “I wanted to talk to you, while it’s just you and me.”
I stroke his hair. “I’m listening.”
Still he wavers. “It won’t happen you know.” he says. “I know what you’re hoping for, but it won’t happen. He’ll not marry you.”
I lie very still, for a long moment.
Swallowing the gulp that rises in my throat. “I think he loves me. I think he’s in love with me.”
“Yes, he is. But he still won’t marry you. He thinks he’s too old for you.”
For a while he is silent. “I’m in love with you too. You do know that, don’t you? You believe me?”
“Of course, I do. And I love you too.”
“His voice is strained. “You don’t love me, the way you do him…”
I spin. “Didn’t we go through this the other day? It’s… different…. for the two of you. You’re such a beautiful person, and I adore being with you. It’s just….”
“I’m not so exciting to you as James….”
“Michael, whatever you think, I do love you, but it’s just not the same with you, and with him, and… and, I couldn’t bear to give him up…”
I don’t know what else to say and settle for staring into the dark.
“Charlotte. I would never try to rob you of him. I know there’s something special between the two of you and let’s face it, our relationship, almost from Day One, has always been the three of us.” Then he laughs. “Besides, I’m not stupid either. No single man could keep up with you. If I tried to keep you to myself, you’d have me worn to a husk in a month. You need more than one man.”
What is he suggesting?
“So, why do you want to change things? Do you want to change things?”
“It’s just…. James is your Master. That’s never going to be any different. Even if I wanted it, it’s certainly not something I’m cut out for. It makes my blood run cold sometimes when I see the things you and he do together… But, then what am I to you? Your Boyfriend? Lover? What?”
“I think of you as my Lover, and, I think, so does he. In fact, he has said so to me. I…”
“Yes?”
“I think of you as my ‘Golden Lover’.” Suddenly I feel embarrassed. “I’m sorry, it always sounds so good in my head. It sounds a bit silly, said out-loud doesn’t it?”
Michael smiles. “No, it doesn’t sound silly at all.” He hesitates. “I have something for you if you will accept it.”
Michael reaches into the pocket of his robe and pulls something out; a small box. He does not try to give it to me. Instead, he opens it, showing me the contents; a ring. It is very beautiful; interwoven strands of gold in different shades, gleaming threads of yellow and white together.
My throat dry, I reach with a finger to touch the ring, stroking it in its silken cushion, but I do not take it.
“I’m not asking you for an answer now.” he says. “I’ll keep it for you. You can take your time. Think about it for as long as you want.” Then he takes me by the shoulders and kisses my forehead. “Really,” he says, “No pressure. But please think about it.”
Lost for words, I just stare at him. He begins to look upset. “Please tell me you will at least think about it.”
I nod. “Yes, I’ll think about it.”
The Virgi n’s Summer
Part Two
A Continuing Tale of
(Ex-)Virgin Erotica, BDSM and Ménage
with Two Masters and More……
Part Fourteen Of
The ‘Buying the Virgin’ Series
Author: Simone Leigh
The Virgin’s Summer
Part Two
My Master pulls up outside and I rush out to meet him, Michael following in my wake.
“Master! How are you?”
“I’m good Charlotte. Glad to be back here again with you both.”
He hugs me and swings me around, kissing me soundly, but I notice his eyes lock briefly with Michael’s. Is it my imagination? Michael gives him the smallest of headshakes, all but invisible.
We go back inside, my Master’s arm around my waist from one side, Michael’s from the other.
“How was your trip?” asks Michael.
“Very successful; much more so than I expected.”
“They’ve extended your contract?”
“Better than that. I’ve been offered a directorship. Apparently, this first phase was a practice run for me, while they weighed me up. Haswell wants me to take charge of the project.”
“That’s great, James. I…. assume you accepted?”
“Oh yes.” My Master rubs his hands together. “Why would I not? All that hard work is paying off at last.”
“It sounds as though congratulations are in order then?”
“I think so, yes. Do we have any…? Ah, Charlotte. Thank you.”
I hand him a glass of champagne, and another to Michael.
“Congratulations, Master.”
“Yes, congratulations, James.”
“Thank you both.”
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Later, alone with my Master; “I see that you have not accepted Michael’s offer.” His eyes slide sideways to the ring, braided white and yellow gold, gleaming, in its open box on the mantle.
“No. I didn’t.” I am a little disconcerted. I had not expected my Master to be the one who would bring this up.
“May I ask, why not?” He sips his wine, face expressionless, but holding me with his gaze.
My eyes flood, but I choke them back while I try to speak. My voice is small. “Don’t you want me anymore, Master?”
“Why would you think that?”
“It sounds as though you are trying to palm me off on Michael.”
For a moment, he stands frozen, then, for the first time since I have known him, he looks really angry.
“Palm you off? Forgive me, but, ‘Palm you off’? Onto my closest friend? A man who adores you? Who wants nothing more than to be with you? To marry you? Palm you off? You do me an injustice, Charlotte. Michael too.”
His anger fades, but he looks hurt and offended.
“I’m sorry, Master, but, I mean, you were my first… you know that, no-one better… and, how could I walk away from you? I don’t want to walk away from you.”
“And who says you would have to? Did Michael say that?”
“No… he didn’t.” I feel as though I am confessing, but what have I done?
“What did he say?” My Master’s face is unsympathetic.
“Um… that he would never try to rob me of you.”
“You think he was insincere? Lying to you?”
“No, but…”
“I am glad to hear it. Michael is one of the most trustworthy men I have ever known.”
He stands, gazing down at me. His voice is a little gentler, but still I detect the steel in there.
“So…. tell me… What did Michael say? And what did you say? This is not a request. I want to know.”
I almost whisper the words, trying to speak through a throat tight and dry. I cannot meet my Master’s gaze, looking down as I speak.
“He said that…. you think you are too old for me… that you will never marry me. He said that he loves me. He offered me the ring, and asked that I think about it.”
“That’s better.” His voice softens. “Charlotte, look at me. Charlotte…” He takes my chin in one hand, forcing up my face to his. Listen to me. Michael is correct. I will not marry you, however I may feel about you. And I am too old for you. You are a young woman. You will still be a young woman when I am an old man.”
“I don’t care about that, Master.”
“No, perhaps not now, but you will in a few years’ time. Michael is much closer to your own age. And besides, I have been married before, in the past. It was not a success.”
“What happened to your wife, Master? You told me, when I first knew you, that you were married once, but you never said any more about it.”
He hesitates. “She left me.”
Why would any woman leave him?
“Why, Master? What went wrong?”
He grimaces, self-mockery writ large. “She couldn’t handle my…. idiosyncrasies.”
“Sorry?”
“Charlotte, do I have to spell it out? I get off on slapping a woman’s ass ‘til it lights up the room, then sucking her dry as she comes. It’s not every woman that is cut out for that.”
I grin. “But I am.”
He winks. “So you are.”
The mood has lightened a bit, perhaps I can….
“But you and I…”
“Charlotte, what lies between you and I, from our very first day, was by consent only. Nothing else legitimizes the kind of relationship we have. Almost everyone we know, all the people that you and I, and Michael, have met together, in the clubs or anywhere else, understand the bond between you and me. I am your Master. But what does Michael have? He has never said so to me in so many words, but I think he feels like an add-on, a bonus extra for you. How do you think that makes him feel? He loves you Charlotte, and yet he feels like the extra guest at the party.”
He almost shakes my head, pinching at my chin.
“Do you understand what I am saying to you? Michael will never come between you and me, but he has to feel that he has a role.”
I feel a bit sick inside. How could I not have realised this? My Michael, my Golden Lover, who I was jealous over when another woman made a play for him… and he feels left out…
I hang my head. “I’m sorry, Master. I understand now. You, and me, and Michael….”
“Yes… You and Me and Michael….”
“I’ll talk to him…”
“No need. I got most of that.” comes Michael’s voice from behind me.
Face blushing scarlet… How long has he been there...?
I whirl around, flushed with embarrassment and confusion; my Master and my Lover to either side of me.
“You knew he was there.” I hiss at my Master.
He is unperturbed. “Of course I knew. I thought this should be a three-way conversation to begin with, but Michael wanted to spend some time alone with you.”
“So….” begins Michael. “Where do we go from here?” His arms are folded, legs akimbo, his manner defensive. And my heart melts completely…
What a bitch I’ve been…
“Um…. I think this is the starting point.” I say, reaching up for
the small leather bound box on the mantle.
I take out the beautiful ring, braided ribbons of white and yellow gold, slightly scalloped at the edges from the weaving of the metals, and place it on my finger, left hand, fourth finger.
To my surprise, it is my Master who seizes me and kisses me, but I am snatched away from him by Michael, who enfolds me, almost envelops me, kissing me as though he will never stop.
Finally, he breaks for air, then holding me by the shoulders, looks at me square on. “You will have me? You will marry me?”
“Yes, Michael. I will marry you.” And under my breath, I murmur “My Golden Lover….”
“Oh, Charlotte. Thank you.” He wraps his arms around me, tightly, rocking me from side to side.
“And, at this point,” says my Master, “I suppose that I should say, that, now, I also have a gift for Charlotte.”
Again, I see his eyes meet with Michael’s, locking for a moment…
….?
What are they up to…?
From his pocket, my Master takes a small, leather bound box, identical to Michael’s. As my suspicions of a conspiracy grow, he opens it, to offer me a ring, identical to the one Michael has given me, except that it is of braided yellow and red gold.
I stare at it in bafflement. “Master?” Then I look from the one to the other of them, and back again.
“Aren’t you going to take it?” asks Michael. “I thought it was what you wanted?”
“But how….?”
My Master speaks softly. “I will always be your Master, Charlotte, for as long as you want me. And Michael will be your husband, in the legal sense. In truth, we all know the reality. The three of us are bound, each to the others. And we, the two of us, Michael and I, ask that you wear both rings.”
I look at my Master, dumbstruck. Then at Michael, who grins and winks at me.
Hands shaking, I take the second ring, fitting it to my finger. The slight scalloping at the edges of the two golden bands fits together, and the pair sit on my finger, apparently a single piece, in gleaming red, gold and silver-white.
“You will have one husband de jure.” says my Master, softly. “But, de facto, two.”