CHAPTER 44: The Virgin’s Lover, Part 2
… Michael works me, increasing my arousal, sending fire coursing through my veins.
I do not even realise that I have my eyes closed until, as I open them, I find him watching me intently, smiling as my sexual exhilaration spirals upwards.
Reaching in more deeply, his fingers penetrate my slick entrance, two at first, then three, as he reaches upwardly for my sweet spot. Rubbing up against my inner wall with his fingertips, he grins as I yelp at the electricity sparkling through my core. Then, kneeling up, he presses his flat palm down against my stomach, against my g-spot, increasing the force against my internal walls. This is too much for my fluidly palpitating pussy, and I gush wet and hot over his hand.
“Oh God, Michael. Get inside me.”
His smile broadens. “Not yet. I want to take my time with you.” And he drops to all fours, his mouth poised over my clit.
He does not move immediately, simply holding his position, so that the heat of his breath laves my engorged folds. My hips starting to judder, he kisses me lightly, so lightly, on my nub, sending ripples through the muscles of my belly and thighs. My quiet moans give way to breathy panting, and my spine arches upwards to meet him.
Using a finger to release my clit from its sheath, his lips wrap around the stiff bud and the tip of his tongue begins to circle. As it makes gradual circuits around the twitching nub, winding it around in idle coils, my hot pussy flows in earnest. He takes a moment to lap up my juices, before returning to his work of winding my clit through slow spirals, but my molten cunt still streams hot juices over my thighs.
As my climax arises, spinning outwardly from Michael’s circling of my clit, my pussy trembles and clenches. Looking down the length of my body, to watch him as he works, through the flushed and gleaming valley between my breasts, I see his golden locks and the occasional flash of his blue eyes, as he glances upwards to my face.
My body beginning to judder out of control, my orgasm poised to spill, he drops further in, to drive into my pulsing cunt with his tongue. Probing deeper, he swirls his spirals within me, making whorls that wipe by my inner muscles... and my orgasm bursts free.
Cunt clenching, belly pulsing, I howl out my rapture as Michael continues his coils and twirls inside my throbbing pussy.
It is ecstatic.
It is rhapsodic.
It is... too much…
“Oh God, that’s enough! Stop, Michael. Please stop.”
He withdraws and clambers up to lie alongside me again, his hard erection throbbing against my thigh once more. Stroking my belly, as I descend from the heights, he kisses a breast, then the other, joy in his eyes.
“Good?” he asks.
“God yes, it was, very good. But what about you?”
“Later,” he says. “It’s not so easy for me to…re-charge, as for you.”
“Later?”
That grin returns, like a little boy in a sweet shop. “I seriously doubt whether James plans to leave you with your clothes on all night. But I wanted you to myself for a while”
“D’you think he’s going to mind? That we just...”
“Mind? Why would he mind? The two of us have always shared you.”
But through the afterglow of orgasm, a knot of worry settles in my stomach. Have I done something I shouldn’t have? Will my Master be angry with me?
He arrives a couple of hours later. I have never seen him in formal business suit before. He looks astonishing, his long, lean frame carrying the expensively tailored suit, gleaming white shirt and silk tie, with elegant ease.
“Master, you look amazing.”
“Thank you, Charlotte. It goes without saying that, so do you.” He glances around. “Is Michael here?”
“He was, but he said he had some errands to run, and he would be back in a while.”
He takes off his jacket, hanging it carefully on a hook by the door, unknots the tie, hanging it with the jacket, and undoes the top button of his shirt. “God, it’s good to get out of that,” he says. Then he hugs me, kissing my forehead.
“The two of you had a good day while I was out then?” he smiles.
?
Oh, God.
My heart sinks. “How did you know Master?”
“Charlotte, I’m sure you have bathed or showered since, but I can smell Michael on you.”
Biting my bottom lip, “Are you angry Master?”
His eyebrows arch. “Angry? Why would I be angry?”
“That we... well we... and you weren’t here.”
He laughs and kisses me firmly on the lips. “Charlotte. Michael is your lover. Of course, the two of you should enjoy each other, take pleasure in each other, whenever you feel inclined, whether or not I am here...” He tilts his head at me. “However, if I should be here, be sure that I will... contribute…”
He glances at the clock. “Lunchtime I think. Have you eaten, Charlotte? A light lunch I think, then I have work to do this afternoon. And I think you also need to do work towards your exams, yes?”
With my exams looming, I am studying hard, but I have been staring at the pages of my text for several hours.
I sigh. Sitting on the rug, leaning up against Michael, who is lying on the couch behind me, is nice, but the book I am studying is giving me a headache.
“Can I help Charlotte?” asks Michael, looking up from the book he is reading; something light, with a skimpily clad woman, and a revolver on the cover.
“Only if you can explain to me how finite element analysis is supposed to work in practice.” I bang the book down on the floor in frustration, raising my hands to Heaven. “It looks great on a diagram, with one or two points of reference, but how on earth you would use it to perform a real-life calculation on something physical when there are thousands of points, I’ve no idea…”
Michael looks blank. “Sorry I asked. Well beyond me I’m afraid.”
“You’re quite right Charlotte. It’s a wonderful idea in theory, that is completely useless in practice unless you have a computer to do the donkey work.” My Master looks at me across his desk in the corner of the room, and I stare at him.