CHAPTER 4: The Virgin Auctioned, Part 4

I am warm and wet, and my panties are suddenly uncomfortably moist and sticky.

He laughs. “If you’re not sure, then the answer’s ‘No’. When you orgasm, there is no mistaking it.” He tilts his head and smiles. “That’s very good. I am going to be able to give you your first climax. But hopefully, not your last.”

“After you have climaxed, I will penetrate you and will have my own climax. By then you should be aroused enough that your body will be ready for me and it won’t hurt you at all. Do you understand all that?”

I nod again, but my pulse is beginning to race and my heart to pound, my breathing is heavy.

My Master sees this and smiles. “Good girl,” he says, cupping my face in his hands, and then slowly, draws me close to kiss me on the lips. First, his kiss is soft, his lips barely brushing mine, then his tongue slips between my lips, urging me to open my mouth. His tongue traces the outline of my lips and teeth, then withdraws as he sucks my lower lip. I am quivering uncontrollably now.

Pulling back, he looks at me again. “Don’t be frightened. I promise I am not going to hurt you. I want this to be wonderful for you.”

“I’m not frightened Master, just excited I think...”

“Listen to your body,” he says. “You’re a grown woman and even if you don’t know it, your body wants this, wants to be touched. Let yourself go.”

He is right. My Master kisses my neck and the hollow of my throat, his hands running through my hair, down my shoulders and arms, skimming my breasts, to my belly and hips. Inside I am increasingly warm, and, between my legs, ever wetter. My breath is in shorts gasps now.

He cups my breasts, bending to kiss them, one at a time through the sheer fabric of my blouse. The nipples are hard enough to stand out through both bra and blouse and his teeth gently nibble at them.

Tiny though the sensation is, it ripples through me, electric fire down to my sex and, involuntarily, I cry out, staggering slightly and grabbing my Master by the shoulders to stay upright. He says nothing but flashes me a pleased smile, teeth white against his tan.

I am beginning to understand what lust is. My nerves are evaporating and I want… I want... I don’t know what I want, but I want more...

Standing up straight before me, smile still crinkling the corners of his eyes, my Master strokes his fingers across my cheeks and kisses me on the forehead, then lowers his gaze to the top button of my blouse. Carefully he unbuttons it, then the second and the third, stroking the fabric aside.  Sliding the blouse back over my shoulders, he lets it drop to the floor, then curving a hand around my back, one-handedly unclips my bra. As it too falls to the ground, I wonder how often a man must practise the movement, to undo a bra clip with one hand.

Standing before him, bare-breasted, I am suddenly bashful and cannot look him in the face. Dropping my gaze, his trousers are bulging at the front. I swallow hard, but simultaneously, heat surges through me again. I barely know what to do with myself, panting, pulse racing and beginning to flush. I can see my belly and breasts turning red, glistening with sweat.

“You’re alright Charlotte. It’s perfectly normal. You are aroused. Listen to your body. It has a lot better idea of what is happening than you do. Just let it flow.”

I glance into his eyes again, and unwilling to trust to words through my shuddering pants, simply nod again, then find my gaze drawn inexorably to the bulge in my Master’s trousers.

“It won’t bite you,” he says. “It is going to fuck you, but not until you’re ready for it, which isn’t yet.” He takes my hand, guiding it downward. “Touch me. I’d like you to, and I think you will like it too.”

I touch him, nervously at first, jumping, a little startled as I feel my Master’s cock twitching in response to me through his clothing, but then more confidently. It is an odd feeling of power, to touch, and feel the reply to my caress.

My Master embraces me. His hands behind me unzip my skirt, sliding it smoothly down over my hips, leaving me only my black lace panties, but at the same time, he is lightly pressing his hips, his erection, against me. Again, there is that twitch, that pulsation, in the contact, and mounting excitement within me as I realise that, not only does my Master intend to arouse me, but that I can arouse him.

Can I do this? One hand in my Master’s hair, curling and winding it through my fingers, I allow the other hand to quest over his chest, his stomach, beyond and down. Before I go too far…

“Take my shirt off Charlotte.”

I am smiling now. My Master is right. I must listen to my body. And my body is saying...

I unbutton his shirt. My movements are clumsy. I have never done this before. But now, bare-chested, I begin to see how beautiful my Master is. His shoulders are broad, narrowing down to a tightly muscled belly and waist. A fine scattering of hairs across his chest tightens to a fine line leading down the centre of his stomach and below his belt line. And, as his shirt slides away, I get the scent of him: musky and spicy, a heady perfume. Is it him? Some aftershave he uses? Or is this the scent of sex?

“It’s alright Charlotte. Touch me if you want to.”

He knows what I want. I do want to touch him. Never have I been so close to a male body. My fingers barely grazing his skin, I follow the line of his shoulders, his chest, the small nubs of his nipples with their aura of hairs, the tight outline of his abs and taut, flat stomach. I know how Columbus must have felt, exploring new worlds.

I kiss his chest, lightly, wanting to press my face into him, to take in his wonderful scent, but nerves take me again and I back off, embarrassed.

“Charlotte, it’s fine. If you want to do it, then do it.” His hand slips to the back of my head, not pressing, but guiding me in.

Encouraged, I kiss again, tracing the line of his chest. My lips brush past a nipple and I take it into my mouth, tasting, for the first time, the salty flavour of him, savouring the crinkled texture of the nipple.

Abruptly, he gasps, drawing a deep breath. “Fuck Charlotte! I hoped this was going to be good, but...”

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