‘Mastering The Virgin’

Box Set One

Parts One to Four of the

‘Mastering the Virgin’ Series

‘Friends’

‘Partners’

‘Allies’

‘Comrades’

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Mastering the Virgin - Box Set One (Mastering the Virgin Box Set, #1)

Part One - ‘Friends’

Part Two - ‘Partners’

Part Three - ‘Allies’

Part Four - ‘Comrades’

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Dedication

This Series,’ Mastering the Virgin’, is Dedicated to

Robin, Alice, Lorie and Debra

who named it

And to Rob

who knew that Charlotte’s ‘Secret Name is

‘Jade-Eyes’ or ‘Jade’

Contents

Part One - ‘Friends’

Part Two - ‘Partners’

Part Three  - ‘Allies’

Part Four - ‘Comrades’

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‘Mastering the Virgin’

Part One - ‘Friends’

Friends

Seven Years Ago - James

I see him cross the floor: a strikingly good-looking man with a shaggy mane of blond hair.

.... overdue for a cut....

I’ve seen him around here before, several times. He never has any problems finding willing partners and seems to be with a different one every time. Watching him from across the room, I’m interested to see his technique....

He lounges by the bar, with a glass of wine he’s been sipping at for the last twenty minutes, showing no signs of finishing it.

Now, there’s a man who’s waiting for action and has no intention of taking too much alcohol on board.

He scans the room. Several women, and some couples too, are very obviously eyeing him up. He has no shortage of choice.

Still curious, I angle myself to get a better view of his face, so that I can follow his eye.

He’s watching a strawberry blond at one end of the bar, and a tall, well matched and attractive couple at the other. Both are casting an eye back at him and he’s clearly welcome whichever way he chooses.

His gaze sweeps past me, hovers and then drifts back as he realizes I’m watching him. Then he grins and shakes his head apologetically.

Damn, he thinks I’m gay....

Better set that one right.

I’m about to head across to talk to him when he makes up his mind, strolling over to the couple he was watching.

She is very attractive in a bubbly, bouncy, brunette kind of way; not my type, but I’m interested to see what comes next. The guy she’s with is an obvious Dom, in a dark suit, clean white shirt and polished shoes. He’s a snappy dresser and the brunette very much defers to him.

As the blond man strolls over, both smile, seeming to know him. I can’t pick out their words across the bar, but their body language says it all, and the three head for.... for where? Ah, yes, one of the larger viewing lounges.

The bed inside is enormous, easily able to take a dozen couples, but right now, the threesome have it to themselves. Blondie sits on the edge of the bed while the couple.... what?

The Dom sits beside Blondie, nodding the brunette to stand in front of the pair of them. Then, instructing her to turn with the twirling of a finger, he gestures to Blondie to take over.

The blond man stands, smoothly moving upright to stand over the woman. He’s tall, though not particularly so, perhaps a shade shy of six feet, but he is powerfully built; broad shouldered and narrow waisted. Certainly, he looks and moves as though he works out, not in the overbuild-the-muscle way, but of the I’ve-a-job-to-do-and-need-a-body-that-works sort.

He takes the woman at the shoulders. She’s all smiles, clearly very happy for him to do whatever he wishes, and as he stoops to kiss her, she leans in, contouring herself to him while his hands roam her; her waist, her tits, her ass.

Then one hand reaches around to the fastening at the back of her dress. One-handedly he slips the small button free, gliding down the zipper, and although she has her back to me, I see the wriggle of her hips as she moves to accommodate him.

He glances up, sees me watching, then smiles and drops me a wink. He says something to her, a question on his face, before she nods and he turns her by the shoulders to face me while he slips the dress from her shoulders. Her Dom doesn’t seem to mind, sitting back with a voyeuristic smile as Blondie displays the woman to me.

Trying to stay casual, I lean against the wall, sipping at my own wine as the display unfolds. But my cock is twitching as the dress falls to the ground. She’s wearing nothing underneath and has the figure to get away with it. Cupping a breast with one hand, Blondie follows down her belly, then heads south with the other. Her face has the glazed expression of growing arousal and her lips are parted.

Am I just a voyeur for this? Or will I be able to...?

Abruptly, the Dom stands, grabbing the woman by an arm and pushing her down onto the bed. He flips her onto all fours, pulling her ass up to display her pussy. Blondie says something, head-pointing at me, but the Dom snaps an obvious ‘No’.

Blondie turns to me, shrugs an apology across the room and then returns his attention to the woman.

Damn!

I could stay and watch the rest, but my pants are tight, and I want to do more than spectate. As I turn away, there’s a curvy little redhead standing close, looking up at me.

“Hi, I’m Jeannie.”

“Hello, Jeannie.”

“I’ve seen you here before. You like to take charge, don’t you?”

“I do, yes. Is that what you had in mind?”

“You like it rough too. I saw you last week, with that other girl. You paddled her good.”

My voice dry. “If you saw that much, then you saw that I didn’t get any complaints either.”

She grins, then turns, walking away, but as she’s about to round the corner, she glances back at me, her eyes full of invite. Knocking back the remains of my wine, I follow her.

She settles in another of the public rooms, the viewing ports filled with shadowy faces. Lying on the couch, giving me the eye, she arches back, legs slightly akimbo.

I stand over her, looking down. She seems to have a taste for submission....

.... or why would she have invited me?

And why would I disappoint her?

.... Watching her, I undo cuffs and buttons, stripping off my shirt, then kick off my shoes. “You like it rough too, then?”

She grins again, flips over and presents her be-pantied backside. Sitting by her, I push up her skirt past her waist, stroke her thighs, gauging her reaction. She’s panting already, ready to be fucked.  I’ll be happy to oblige; my cock is pushing hard inside my pants.

I slap her across the ass, over her panties and she gasps but pushes her pretty derriere back towards me.

Tugging down her panties, I slap again, then slide a couple of fingers between her legs. She’s nicely wet, but her cheeks could be a bit pinker, so I give it to her again, this time aiming for a real sting.

She yelps and judders. “What are your safe words?” I ask.

“Bambi and Thumper,” she replies.

Where the fuck did she gets those from?

Nevertheless, I swipe across her skin once more, and now she’s really beginning to bloom. The heat of her reddened skin warms my hand as I rub at a spot, then slap again, and again.

My cock’s ready to burst out, so I unzip, shrug off my pants, and kneel between her legs.

She likes it rough?

Let’s give her what she wants....

I jam my knees between hers, forcing her legs wide, exposing her red and glistening pussy, pushing a couple of fingers inside. Pumping her a bit, I enjoy her wet heat and the wriggling of her hips. Then I angle to scrape at her inner wall and she yells. She seems to be enjoying it, and she’s making some good noises as I work her up.

My cock’s ready for action and my balls are tight. She turns to look over her shoulder as she hears the rip of foil, then sings out as I spear her hard.

Fucking her deep, ramming home, I hilt myself inside her. It’s got to be hurting her, but she doesn’t call her safe-word and she’s screaming her arousal as she tries to both escape and embrace the pounding I’m giving her

I settle into a rhythm; a hard slap across her butt, then another, and while she’s still in mid-yelp, I fuck her again, pistoning in for two or three thrusts before withdrawing and giving her ass another swipe.

I’m getting close, but I want her to come first, so as I slam into her, I reach around, rubbing at her clit, which is as hot and wet and swollen as her pussy, erect and sensitive.

“Bambi!” she yells, and arching backwards, she jerks into orgasm, trying to buck. I hold her tight at the hip, still pounding into her, but relax a bit on her clit, just winding circles around it with a finger. Her cunt pulsing around my shaft, she clenches at me and my own climax is coming. As she gasps and quivers out the last of her orgasm, I drop over her as I come myself, shooting hard as my cock and root and balls shudder and pulse.

I pull out of her with a final slap on the butt. She yelps, but turns back to me, smiling. “Thanks, er...?”

“James.”

“Thanks, James.”

“You’re welcome, Jeannie.”

“Perhaps I’ll see you again.”

“Perhaps,” I nod.

“Next week, maybe?”

Shaking my head, “I’ll not be here next week. Another time, perhaps.”

“I’d like that.”

She pulls her clothes into a bundle and heads out in the direction of the showers.

As I pull on my pants, heading for the showers myself, Blondie’s there at the end of the aisle, watching.

How long was he there?

He grins and winks at me again, then turns and walks away.

*****

Seven Years Ago - Michael

He’s here again, the tall, dark-haired Dom I saw giving Jeannie a hard time....

Not that she didn’t enjoy it....

I’ve not seen him for a few weeks, but he’s there propping up the bar again with a wine glass in his hand.

He’s barely drinking though....

Watching what’s going on....

Might as well say Hi....

I order a beer, then amble across to lean back against the bar nearby and nod a hello to him. He acknowledges it with a tilt of his glass.

“Not seen you for a couple of weeks.”

“No,” he agrees, sipping his wine, “I don’t live in the area. I travel here on business every so often.”

“Oh? Where’s home then?”

He takes a large mouthful of his wine....

Stressful question?

“Wherever I hang my hat, really.”

Odd reply....

Time to break the ice....

I offer my hand. “Michael Summerford.”

He accepts it with a sharp, business-like tug and a brief smile. “James Alexanders.” There’s a short silence; the kind where strangers are angling for a suitable topic of conversation, then, “You’re local yourself, then? Here regularly?” he asks

“Me? Oh, yes. Born and bred in the area. And yes, I’m here, or at one of the other clubs two or three times a week.”

His brows arch. “No.... um.... regular girlfriend, then? No Mrs Summerford?”

I shake my head. “No, I like to keep things uncomplicated. My life’s too busy for....” I make air commas with two sets of fingers.... “.... relationships.”

“How’s that, then? The too busy part?”

Is he actually interested...? Or just being polite?

“I run my own business. It’s building up nicely, but I work every hour God sends to keep it on the rails. You know how it’s been since the Crash.”

He nods. “Oh, yes, I do know. So, what do you....?”

His question is cut off by the arrival of Chloe.

Chloe and I are old friends, in the ‘Fuck, have fun and leave it at that,’ sense. And she’s a looker, with a good figure that she keeps in trim by working out hard at the gym. And given that I get the benefits, without ‘complications’, I’m happy for her to use my facilities at the Centre.

“Hi, Michael,” she says, sashaying across the dance-floor, wearing her ‘Fuck Me’ smile. “Nice to see you again. Want to play?”

“Oh, I think so. Would you like a drink first?”

“No, I’ve had a couple already. I’m looking for a bit more right now. Or,” she glances at James, “am I interrupting something?”

“Not at all,” he says, forestalling my attempt to disentangle myself and take up Chloe’s offer without embarrassment, “We were just chatting. Go enjoy yourselves.”

His face very straight, he eye-points me at Chloe.

Very decent of you....

*****

Chloe does rather a good striptease; it’s her speciality and I know she enjoys exhibiting herself as much as I enjoy the show. And of course, whoever’s in the viewing galleries gets the benefit too.

I lie back on the bed, watching her peel off a skin-tight lycra dress to reveal that’s she’s wearing a g-string underneath and no more, unless you want to count her earrings.

Her figure is good, not spectacular, but because she’s fit and toned, she still looks great and with her medium-large tits, she doesn’t need a bra either. She’s quite dusky-skinned, some variety of South-American I think, and her nipples are dark and brown against the coffee of her breasts. As she sways and shimmies for me, a crowd is gathering outside the viewing port, enjoying her performance, and my cock is nudging awake.

She’s an uncomplicated soul is Chloe, and I know she doesn’t stand on ceremony, so I stand to quickly strip off, then sit again, patting the bed next to me.

Undulating onto the sheet, she lies on her back, knees slightly parted. The invite is clear, and, I can’t help but notice, she’s giving the audience a view of her pussy. She enjoys an audience does our Chloe.

How to play it....?

I kneel up and across her, straddling her waist, so my shaft’s on offer if she feels like wrapping her mouth around me. I’m sure she will. It’s just a matter of when.

.... spilling over your tongue while you look up at me with those big brown eyes....

She’s colouring up nicely, her skin pinking and sheening with perspiration. And as I play with her nipples, sucking at one while I pinch at the other with thumb and forefinger, she quivers under me, the tremble in her muscles transmitting through to my thighs.

Time to up the game a bit....

Wonder how wet you are? Let’s find out....

Reaching behind me, I probe between her legs, inching between her labia to her clit. She’s nicely wet, whimpering beautifully as I play with her, flicking with the pad of a finger at her sweet spot. Working her clit with one hand, a nipple with the other, my angle’s a bit awkward, but I know she likes it....

But it’s not quite right, is it....?

.... I sense that I’m not quite hitting the mark with her. She’s enjoying herself, but her arousal’s not ramping up as I’d like.

What’s missing?

“What is it, Chloe? Am I doing something wrong?”

She hesitates.

Yes.... I’m doing something wrong....

“Don’t worry. Tell me. I’ll not be offended. My ego will cope.”

Tell me.... Then I know for next time....

I smile to reassure her. If I’m missing something, I want to know what. “Come on, out with it.”

“I’d like you to be a bit rougher.”

“Rougher? You’ve never asked for that before. I didn’t know you liked....”

“You’re lovely, Michael, but sometimes a girl likes a bit more....” She swallows her words, then, “It’s quite nice to be, um, man-handled a bit.”

Man-handled?

“You want me to knock you about?”

I’m about to back off. I’m really not comfortable delivering that kind of thing, but as I hover over what to do....

Don’t want to disappoint the girl....

And my cock aches....

.... I see that out in the viewing gallery is James. Having watched his performances, I know he has no trouble giving a woman as much heat as she wants. They usually scream their safe words before he gives up.

I bend close by her face, keeping my voice low. “Chloe, how do you feel about having two of us? That guy you just met is out there, and he loves that sort of thing.”

“Two of you?”

“Yes, two.”

She smiles and arches. “That’s kind of kinky.” Her words sound as though she’s protesting, but her body language says otherwise.

“Having sex in front of an audience, and asking a man to rough you up isn’t exactly vanilla.”

She pauses, sucking at her lip then, “Why not? It sounds really sexy.”

I kiss her cheek. “Good Girl. Now, stand up and bend over the bed.... No, this way, I want him to see your ass.”

I look back out at the viewing gallery, picking James out of the crowd. I make a slapping motion over Chloe’s ass and a ‘come hither’ sign to him.”

He glances either way at the gathered audience, then points at himself, the question on his face.

I nod. Yes, you.

As I unlock the door, James strolls in, hands in pockets, a smile playing around his eyes, and I re-bolt the door behind him. He gazes down at Chloe, towering over her. She, her face pressed sideways against the bed, looks back up at him, her expression alternating between curiosity, anticipation and worry.

Wondering if you’ve bitten off more than you can chew?

Perhaps you have....

“Chloe, this is James. James, this is Chloe. I think the two of you would enjoy getting to know each other.”

He stands to look down at her, very casual but every inch the Dom. “Hello, Chloe.” He’s not smiling, exactly, but there’s a softness around his eyes. “Nice to meet you.” And now, in this situation, I notice the deep, rich tone of his voice; the kind that makes women wet in their panties.

“Hello, nice to meet you too.... Sir.”

His eyes briefly meet with mine, then he sits beside her, stroking her displayed butt. “What are your safe-words, Chloe?”

Straight to the point....

“May I use yellow and red, Sir?”

“Ideal.” He’s looking her over. “Show me yourself, Chloe.”

“Show myself?”

“Yes, show me yourself. We’ve not met before and, while you have a very nice ass, I’d like a better look at you. You were showing everyone a few minutes ago. Now... show me.... on your knees. We both want to see you.”

She rolls over, kneeling up on the bed and looking a little uncertain, but a flush is rising over her skin again, and she’s sweating. She cups her breasts, playing with the nipples, which crinkle and pebble.

As she performs, James stands, checking out one of the wall-racks, and extracts a flogger from the choice available. Leather-made, the tresses are soft and velvety, and in the hands of someone who knows what he’s doing can deliver anything from a love-kiss to a lashing.

Chloe glances at him, nervously....

This is what she wanted....

He trails the flogger tails over her shoulders and she shivers, pausing.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

“No, Sir”

“Then carry on.”

She resumes her work on her nipples. James glances towards me, raising a questioning brow.

“Lower,” I say.

“You heard him, Chloe. Michael wants to see more. Start working your clit.”

She’s dripping with sweat now, her lips parted, and as James draws the soft tresses along her spine, her pupils widen. But her fingers glide to the vee of her thighs, sliding inward.

Jeez....

Fuck, I’m gonna shoot if I’m not careful....

.... Get some fucking self-control, Man....

“Open your lips with one hand,” instructs James. “Play with your clit with the other. We want to see what you’re doing.”

I’m getting a little uneasy on my feet. James glances towards me, then briefly down to where my cock is straining. His lips twitch as his eyes flash back to mine.

He flicks at the girl with the flogger, frisking it over her spine. Clearly, it doesn’t hurt her....

He does know what he’s doing with that thing....

.... and she shudders, whimpering.

“Down on the floor, Chloe; on your knees.”

Without a word, she obeys him, kneeling down on the thick floor mat.

Do I want her to kneel for me?

No, not really....

But fuck, it’s hot watching him make her do it....

He meets my eyes again, knotting his hand into her hair. “My friend here wants his cock sucked. Let me see that mouth of yours doing its job.” He pushes her face towards me as I offer her my cock. I really, really want to put it somewhere....

My shaft twitching as her lips part, she laps her tongue around the head, licking at the ridge. Locking eyes with James, he sucks in a smile as he watches her, before she takes my cockhead fully into her mouth and I fling my head back, eyes closed, hands clasped behind my neck, lost in the sheer pleasure of having a beautiful woman kneeling for me and giving head.

Should I let go? Watch her swallow?

No, don’t come yet.... She comes first.

I open my eyes again at James' voice. “On all fours now, Chloe. Let us both at you.” Compliantly, she falls from her kneeling position onto her hands, but slowly, taking me with her as I drop to the floor too, James still with his hand in her hair, controlling her.

“Michael, do you want to go any deeper?” he asks, his tone as though Chloe isn’t present to listen or have any say.

“No, I’m fine.”

What would he have done if I’d said yes...?

He continues to trail the falls of the flogger over her skin. It’s still a caress, a kiss of her skin with the suede-like leather, but there’s something in his eyes that tells me that’s about to change. His gaze meets mine again; only for a second, but he’s holding his whip-hand back, warning me of what’s coming. Hastily, I pull out from between Chloe’s teeth.

“Ass up, Chloe,” he says. “Head down.”

He flicks the tails at her butt. It can't possibly hurt her, again a lick rather than a lash; a warning only, but her eyes fling wide and she gasps. He follows up with another stroke, harder this time as it streaks across her skin. She whimpers, but still she arches and presents herself.

Now James brings it across her hard. She yells and trembles, but still doesn't try to pull away. Scarlet stripes line her previously creamy ass and her pussy is glistening, a trickle running inside her thighs. James pauses, eye-pointing me downwards and I sit on the floor beside her, reaching in from the front to play with her clit as, her head flung back, she moans and wails.

James reaches into his pocket, pulls out a packet and, ripping the foil in his teeth, pulls his cock from his straining pants. Fitting the condom, he drops to his knees between her legs, roughly pushing her feet further apart, and plunges deep in.

Leaning into her, he pumps her hard as I work her clit. Her build-up to climax is unmistakable and as she ramps up her arousal, her howls grow louder.

And she comes, her face and shoulders dropping to the mat as she screams and struggles. James is gripping her hard by her still upraised ass, and I work her clit until she finally screams, “Yellow!”

My own cock straining, I don't want to wait any longer. Her mouth is still open as she yells and thrashes through her orgasm. I stand, pull her up at the shoulders again to kneel upright in front of me, and shove inside.

It’s sheer heaven. Her wails are muffled as I push the ridge of my cock head back and forth over the wet heat of her lips and tongue. I’m going to blow quickly.

James is close too, kneeling upright behind her as he fucks her from behind. His eyes move between his own cock pumping her, and mine in her mouth. Our eyes meet and he grins, and uncontrollably, so do I.

His eyes squeezing closed, with a groan, he bends forward, his hands resting on her back as he shudders into her. Only a moment or two later, I spurt and spill, shooting a salvo over her tongue and then another over her face as I pull away a little to let her breathe and swallow. And I get a final slug into the back of her mouth as she takes me again, sucking hard.

Gasping, I pull free. James is doing the same, grabbing a roll of tissue and wiping the sweat from his face. He tosses it down to Chloe and me, then sits on the bed, trying to zip himself up.

I join him, pulling her up and to me by the shoulders, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Chloe. That was great.”

“Anytime, Michael. That was fantastic. And thanks too, um, James, is it?”

He nods, not smiling at her, but his eyes are crinkled. “Yes, James.”

“It's a shower, and a beer for me,” I say.  “Want to join us, Chloe?”

“No, thanks,” she says. “I’ve got the boyfriend out there. He’ll be wanting his turn now.”

Sure enough, there’s a man waving to her from the viewing galleries. “You should have said. He could have joined us.”

“No, he just likes to watch me get fucked.”

“Fair enough. Another time then?”

“My pleasure,” she grins, collecting her clothes together and pulling them on.

As she leaves, I turn to James. “Fancy that beer?”

“Sounds good,” he says, swiping a hand through his hair. “Shower first though, I think.”

“How about a shower and a swim?”

“They’ve got a pool here?”

“No, not here.”

*****

James

We stroll in through the front entrance of a large sports and leisure centre. The entrance lobby is heaving with people.

“Just one sec,” says Michael. “I’ll do a quick check that I’m not needed anywhere.” He walks across to a door signed ‘Private. Staff Only’, sticks his head through and after a few seconds returns. “Nope, everything’s fine.”

He looks around at the mass of people around us. “It’s late night opening tonight, being Friday, but the doors will be closing in half an hour. Do you feel like a sauna first? The pool will be a lot pleasanter when the crowds have moved on.”

“Good idea.”

“The changing rooms are over there,” he points. “I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

In the changing rooms, I strip to a towel and am looking around for the saunas when Michael reappears with a couple of cans. “Nothing better than a cold beer with hot steam,” he grins.  “One of Scandinavia’s great contributions to civilisation.”

The sauna’s real, with hot coals and a water bucket with a ladle. And as the steam hisses and splutters, the cold beer slides down like the proverbial nectar.

“This is your business then?” I ask. “You own it?”

“Well, kind of,” he shrugs, then smiles disarmingly. “I look after it for the bank. You know how it is....”

“Of course; still you look to be doing okay. It’s pretty crowded out there.”

He becomes more animated. “I get plenty of custom, plain footfall past the door and signed up clients, gym memberships and suchlike. I’ve put in a lot of work, but,” he shrugs, “I’d really like to expand. The building next door is for sale, but you know how it is getting finance from the banks these days.”

“Oh, yes. I know about that too.”

I look around at the throng of customers: young men, working out and displaying tribal tattoos down their calves, skinny kids in swimming costumes, teenage girls showing off sprouting figures and middle-aged women trying to slim down over-blown bodies.

Is he this busy all the time?

And he can’t get finance?

*****

We sit across from each other over a vinyl-topped cafe table, with a coffee apiece, looking down over a swimming pool.

“So, um....” starts Michael, “Have you done that before?”

I pause to choose my words, then settle for keeping it simple. “Which part?”

“The ‘sharing’ part. I can see perfectly well that you’ve had plenty of practice at the rest of it.”

I suck in a smile. “In fact, no I haven’t.”

“Mmm.” He swirls his coffee around the cup. “Feel like doing it again sometime?”

“Yes, I rather think I do.”

“Mmm.” The coffee gets another swirl, then, “I can see what you enjoy, the whole Dom thing, and why you would enjoy it. But it always amazes me that they like it, the women.”

“Not all do, but I don't get many complaints.” Now I swirl my coffee. “And what do you like?”

He grins. “Women.”

I snort a laugh. “Yeah, I get that.”

“So, what brings you to the City?” he asks. “You said you don’t live here? You just visit? Are you a travelling salesman or something?”

“Not exactly. I’m a consultant engineer. There’s a huge project coming up here in a few years’ time, the City renovation. I’m trying to get my foot in the door early.”

“And how do you do that?”

“By making myself useful and available. When they start putting out tenders for the work, I want them to think of my name. It’s a long shot, and it’s long-term; it could take years, but if it works, the payoff will be huge.”

“Good luck to you then.” He tips his coffee at me in a small toast.

“Thanks. So, tell me about this expansion you want to do?”

He stares ruefully into his plastic cup. “Like I said, the building next door’s up for sale. If I bought it, I could open extra facilities; squash courts, extra halls for training classes, you know to sort of thing, yoga, dancing, even some of the cosmetic stuff; hairdressers, nail extensions, beauticians.... All the luxury extras that people blow their spare cash on. There’s a big demand in the area for space and facilities, but I can’t meet that demand. I’m forever getting inquiries about using the facilities I’ve already got from clubs and schools, sometimes even the big hotels who want to offer a package to their guests. It’s only a matter of time before someone else comes along and sets up as competition, then I’ll have lost the chance.”

Here we go....

“As it happens, I’ve got some cash lying around that’s earning nothing where it is. If you’re interested in having an investor, we could talk about it.”

He looks at me over his mug, his expression flat. “James, I’m not talking about a few hundred or even a few thousand. Have you seen the price of property around here?”

“Yes, I have. I’ve occasionally looked at buying an apartment in the City, given my long-term plans, so I have a very good idea of how much you’re talking about.”

He stares at me. “And that’s the kind of cash you’ve got ‘lying around’?”

“It’s supposed to be my pension, but it’s doing fuck-all in the fund it’s in. And I’m not planning on retiring anytime soon. I enjoy what I do far too much.”

“Right.... Gotcha....” He sucks in his cheeks, thinking.

“Let me put it this way,” I say. “If I put up the cash to buy the building, can you afford to fit it out?”

“Oh, yes. That’s no problem at all. I’ve got a lot of stuff in the basement that I’ve picked up from auctions and bankrupt stock over the years; equipment, fittings, furnishings....”

“Waiting for better times?”

“Exactly. The building work’s minimal and it’s already got decent electrics and plumbing. It’s a refitting job, not a complete refurb.”

“Do you have audited accounts for your business to date? Projections? Costs? Business plan?”

“Of course I have. Um.... do you want to talk about this now? Or have something to eat and we’ll do it back at mine?”

As I look around, several pairs of staff eyes are watching us. “Yes, I think somewhere more private would be a good idea.”

*****

Back at Michael’s apartment he turns the key and waves me in. “Make yourself at home,” he says. “Sorry it’s a bit small, but there’s only me and I like it that way.”

“No visiting girlfriends?”

He sniffs. “Just the family occasionally. I like to keep my strings untied, and the apartment not looking as though I’m trying to invite anyone into my life. I use the clubs and keep it.... informal.”

We send out for takeaway. I leave Michael to tap at a keyboard, bringing up his accounts while I pay the delivery boy. Returning, I find him ‘Hmmming’ over the screen. “It’s up to date to the end of last month,” he says. “You know your way around the software?”

I take a quick look at the screen. “Yup, I use it myself for my own book-keeping.”

He waves me onto the chair. “Help yourself then. If you want to query anything, I’ll be in the middle of the prawn crackers over there.”

The accounts are straightforward enough. It’s not as though I have to check out stock lists or turnover. What is completely clear is a healthy pattern of growing numbers of clients, money reinvested as capital equipment and a lack of unnecessary borrowing.

“You’ve never been overdrawn?”

“I spend money I have. Not money I don’t have. I don’t mind paying out on a mortgage, but I’m blowed if I’m paying the kind of fees they demand on bank charges and overdrafts.”

“Yes, sensible enough.”

After an hour, I sit back, considering. He looks worried. “Hey, if you’ve any doubts about any of that, I’ve got all the till rolls, receipts, everything.”

“No, I’m not worried at all. It looks good to me. On the strength of what I’ve seen, if you’d like to do it, in principle, I’m happy to invest. We can discuss detailed terms separately.”

“Hey, that’s great.” He hesitates. “There’s just one thing to clear up before we get down to brass tacks... Sorry, two things.”

“Which are...?”

He holds up a finger. “One, if I am able to pay you off early, I have the option to do so?”

“Fine, no problem.”

“And two.... You don’t want to be involved in the management, do you? Have you any experience in...?”

“No and no. I’m an engineer, not a manager. I have zero interest in the day to day running of the business. That’s your job.”

“Good.” He offers me his hand and we shake, then “You know, I’ve got a bottle of malt I was saving for an occasion like this.”

*****

Michael

Some hours later, the level of the bottle has dropped considerably.

“So, you’re by yourself, working the clubs. What happened to your wife?” I ask, then as his face falls, wonder if I should have.

He takes a swig of his whisky. “We weren’t what you could call compatible. I didn’t realise how much so until our daughter left home for University, then she couldn’t get away from me fast enough. Twenty-odd years of marriage and she was gone, just like that.”

Oh, crap. I really shouldn’t have asked....

“Oh.... Sorry, I shouldn’t have....”

He shrugs and takes another gulp of his drink. “It’s not your fault, is it? You’ve nothing to be sorry for. You’ve had the sense to keep yourself single.”

“Do you see your daughter?”

“No. Marlene took all the money but told Georgetta that I was refusing to pay any maintenance. I’d gone for a clean break and paid her off all in one go, but Georgie doesn’t speak to me now. I pay her University fees. Perhaps one day she’ll come round.” He looks glum, playing with the glass. “She’s happy in her new life I think. No need for her to pay for the sins of her parents.” Another mouthful of whisky. “Now I live unencumbered.”

He starts to stand. “I’d better be getting back,” he says, “while I can walk straight....”

Too late....

“.... Thanks for your hospitality.”

“Where are you staying?” I ask, trying to steady him with my hand on his elbow.

“The Imperial.”

Not a good idea. You’ll get mugged or robbed or run over in the state you’re in....

“The Imperial? That’s right across town. It’s too far to walk at this time. Why don’t you sleep in the spare room for the night? You’ll enjoy the walk more in the morning when you have a clear head.”

“Um, that’s a very good offer. If I’m not in the way, yes, I would like that. Thanks.”

*****

James

I wake to the smell of coffee. Staring at the ceiling for a moment, I try to line up enough brain cells to remember where I am.

Oh, yes....

Pulling on my pants, I head for the bathroom. Michael is already up, doing something in the kitchen. “Morning,” he calls. “Breakfast?”

“Sounds good, thanks.”

“If you’ve got a hangover, you’ll find something in the bathroom cabinet.”

“Thanks.” In fact, I don’t have a headache, but I am a bit woozy. Michael serves me with plenty of coffee and orange juice. “Omelette?”

“I don’t want to be in the way. I need to be getting on.”

“Me too. I’ll be out of the door in fifteen minutes, but it’s as easy to make omelette for two as for one.”

“Thanks, then.”

Over breakfast, he says, “So, how do you want to play it, with the investment? You’re the one with the money, so the ball’s in your court. I assume you would be wanting security of some kind?”

“The building itself would be the security.” I ponder for a moment. “Are you free later today to visit the agent with me? We can go through the motions of a viewing on the building, but then put in an offer to get it held for you; stop anyone else buying it from under you. Then we can talk to the lawyers about the paperwork.”

He beams. “Sounds great. What are you looking for on terms?”

“Interest payable at 2% over base. That gives me a return and you some leeway. How long are you looking for?”

“How does five years sound? With an option to pay back early if I can?”

“Fine. Deal. The lawyers can dot the i’s and cross the t’s.”

And we shake hands, Michael looking inordinately pleased as he downs his breakfast.

“Mmm...” he mumbles, through a mouthful of egg. “How long are you in town?”

“Just for a week this time. Why?”

“Thought you might like to visit the Club again. There’s a cute little blond who turns up there regularly mid-week. And she’s dropped a few hints about which way her tastes run.”

“Really? Sounds interesting,” I smile. “And you think we might....?”

“Mmm.... Yes, I think we might.”

*****

Three Years Ago - Michael

In the Club again, James leans back against the bar, all nonchalance. “You never have any problem pulling them in do you,” he comments. “Women throw themselves at you. I’ve lost count of how many I’ve seen you with.”

“Well, that one over there’s looking at you.”

His eyes scan the room. “Where?”

“Over there. Tall girl, long dark hair, rather a large nose.”

“Ah, yes. Got her.” James tips his glass to the woman who is very obviously checking him out. “I don’t think that’s a large nose. Well defined, yes, but not large. It just makes her look a little.... Venetian.”

“Venetian?”

“You’ve seen Klimt’s paintings?”

“Ah, yes, I get you. Yes, she does look a bit like that.”

The woman has locked eyes with James. She’s not bad-looking at all, with a decent figure and strong features. She wouldn’t be for a man who likes them small and dainty, but I know by now that James, for all his Dom inclinations, likes them feisty. A strong woman simply stirs his appetites.

A glass of wine in one hand, she makes her way across the room, zeroing in on James, who waits, sipping at his own drink.

“Hello,” he says as she arrives, a smile on his eyes, not reaching his mouth.

“Hi,” she replies, “I’m Debbie.”

“Hello, Debbie. I’m James, and my friend here is Michael.”

“Are you.... waiting for someone?” she asks.

“We are, yes....”

“Ah.” Her face falls. She looks disappointed.

He continues, “.... but we didn’t know who she would be. Might it be you?”

“Ah....” She smiles and nods. “It might at that.”

“There’s just one thing....”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

He jerks his head sidewise at me. “We come as a pair.”

“Is that right?” She turns her attention from James and looks me over, seeming to like with what she finds. “Is that right?” she repeats. “I think I can live with that.”

*****

We walk her to the Dungeon, James beside her with his hand resting on the small of her back, just enough to ‘possess’ without straying into ass territory.

She walks beautifully, with an upright bearing and poise, using her height in a way that many tall girls don’t. I like that. And because she holds herself well, it makes the most of her figure. It’s not spectacular, but, so far as I can see while she’s still dressed, she’s lean and firm; ‘handsome’ probably describes her well.

We stand, James behind her, me facing her. She’s dressed very simply, at least from what we can see right now, in a plain ‘little black dress’. James rests his hands on her waist as she looks up at me, her lips parted in invitation and I lean in to kiss her, only lightly for now. I want to get the measure of the girl.

She smells sweet and flowery, some perfume I think, but not what I had expected of her. I’d thought she would opt for something deeper and more musky. Still, it suits her and as she opens her mouth to mine, I run my tongue over her lips, enjoying the feel of her soft warm flesh on mine.

“Any No-Nos? Debbie?” I ask.

“No-Nos?”

“There’s two of us and we enjoy.... a lot of things. Is there anything you don’t want to do? Or for us to do?”

“I’m not keen on rough anal.”

“That’s fine,” comments James. “That still gives us options at either end.”

Her eyes roll. “What are your safe words, Debbie?” I ask.

“Why? Am I going to need them?”

“You are if you let him near your ass.”

“Fair warning.” Sucking in her cheeks, she looks away.

“Yellow and Red,” says James. “Yes?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I smile at her “Sir.” James has no difficulties getting subs to recognise his status.

James sweeps her body with his hands, flat with his palms at first, but then with his fingers digging in, playing her. As he digs into the soft nape of her neck above her dress-line, her breath catches in my mouth and I glance over her shoulder at him.

He knows the signal and moves to the top of her dress zipper, tugging a little first, to make it clear what his intentions are. Debbie doesn’t protest and after a second or so, he slides the zipper down, the dress opening at her shoulders. Slipping fingers inside, he pushes it out and down past her black lace bra, waist and matching black panties.

She’s chosen her underwear well. The bra makes the most of her breasts, and the panties are cut high at the hip, dipping a little to the stomach and emphasising her long legs, undoubtedly one of her best features.

She steps out of the dress, still in her high heels and underwear, looking me in the eye, although James still looks down at her.

He reaches around her, his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing and fondling. “I’d like to see more than that,” I say.

“Easily arranged,” he comments.

He unclips her bra, slipping it off her shoulders and away, then re-cups her breasts, thumbing at the nipples as he presents them to me.

Debbie is flushed, her skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat.

James leans in, close to her ear. “Ever had two together before, Debbie?”

“No.” She shakes her head, eyes a little glazed.

“First time for everything then.”

I stoop to suckle on her nipples, James hands sliding down to slip fingers inside her panties at the front, dipping in as he tests her.

“Mmm...” he comments. “Wet already. I guess you’re enjoying the idea of two men fucking you.” He catches my eye. “Bend her over the bench....”

He swats at her ass. It’s not hard, a glancing swipe, testing her reactions I think. She gasps but her pupils are wide and she quivers.

He swats again, harder this time. Again, she shivers, and he follows up by plunging fingers into her pussy. And now she moans.

His eyes crinkle. “Yes, very wet now. You like that don’t you, Debbie?” And now he brings his hand across her ass again, this time hard, with an audible slap of skin on skin. She yelps and struggles, but it’s reflexive, not a serious attempt to get away.

I’m stripping off. It’s time for some action, and my cock agrees.

Jeez.... but that looks hot....

He pushes inside her with one hand, finger-fucking her slowly, to a steady pace. With the other hand, he reaches around to her clit, working at her with a couple of fingers. She’s moaning uncontrollably, juddering and jerking as he works her.

I stand, my cock brushing against her face, streaming pre-cum over her skin as, eyes glazed, she licks it from her lips, her mouth barely open. I’m so hard, I ache. My balls are tight and hot, and my shaft is pulsing to my heartbeat.

“Are you going to suck, or does he face-fuck you?” asks James.

Her mouth opens, properly this time. I’m rock hard and squeeze myself in and over her lips.

.... Ah.... that’s good....

“How do you feel about being fucked both ends at once, Debbie?” I ask,

James swats at her again. “Open up wider, Debbie. Michael wants his cock sucked. He doesn’t expect to have to do all the work.”

Her eyes slide up to meet mine and I grin as I push my shaft in deeper.

James leaves her for a moment, strolling off behind me while I push the ridge of my cockhead back and forth between her be-lipped teeth. She's being a good girl, her tongue swiping over the head itself and licking away my stream. Her eyes widen at the view of something behind me and I smile to myself, wondering what James has pulled from the racks; a flogger probably. He occasionally uses paddles or crops, but generally prefers floggers. I think he enjoys the contrasting ways of using one; trailing falls over the skin on the one hand, and lashing them hard enough to leave stripes on the other.

As he positions himself behind her again, her eyes widen as he trails the tresses along her spine, from the nape of her neck down past the small of her back to her tailbone.

He's very good at what he does, flicking the very ends of the tips across her shoulders and flanks, not enough for pain but causing a frisson which shivers through her skin, like a horse with a fly.

“Hold off a minute will you, James. Don’t want you startling her while I’ve got my valuables between her teeth.”

He backs away from her but catches my eye for a moment and I hastily pull my cock from her mouth. Her eyes follow me questioningly then widen in shock as the tails sting across her butt. I'm not fool enough to put my cock in her mouth right now, but I stroke myself over her face as again, the lash kisses her skin.

And now she yells.  His expression intense, nonetheless James is smiling at the eyes, bulging at the front of his pants.

He glances at me. “You ready to go? Want this end?”

“I do, but the Lady should come first.”

James nods and steps aside, waving me in where, leaning over her, I press myself against her, docking myself against her pussy, but I don’t penetrate. It’s delicious; the feeling of her impending heat, the promise of her tight cunt around me....

Don't want to come too soon....

She’s quivering and trembling, her breathing rapid and shallow. Gently I reach around fingering heated and saturated flesh, her clit hard and erect.

She judders and bucks, but I keep up my work, massaging her bud between finger and thumb. She begins to moan, then wail. Her climax is coming fast and I’m having trouble holding on myself.

James looks at me. “You about ready to blow?”

I’m gonna erupt in a minute....

“Yes.”

And with that, I slowly sheath myself, all the while working her as I hilt myself, balls-deep in her pussy.

James pushes at her mouth. “Open wide again, Debbie.” She obliges, but he doesn’t penetrate, simply rubbing his streaming cock at her, stroking himself into her as he watches me.

She’s wailing and howling, all out of control, but to help her along further, I push a finger into her ass, wriggling it around a bit.

And she comes....

Her pussy clenches around me, pulsing and clutching. The noises she’s making are amazing; a kind of long drawn out howl as she strains her face upwards, mouth open, eyes squeezed closed. I keep up my tripartite assault on her libido; filling her cunt, and working her ass and her clit ....

“Yellow!” she screams. “Yellow!”

I release her clit and asshole. She’s still trying to scream; still in mid-orgasm, but now her mouth is plugged by James’ cock. He’s not thrusting hard, just easing in and out, his gaze alternating between her face and where I’m filling her at the back.

Our eyes meet as we fuck her together, and as her cunt makes one last grab at me, I come too, spurting hard.

*****

Later, sharing steam and a beer in the sauna, I say. “That loan you gave me....”

Will he be unhappy about this?

He’ll be making less out of the deal....

“Mmm? What about it?”

“I can pay you back now.”

He pauses, beer can halfway to his mouth. “Already? A year early?”

“Yes, a year early. Is that alright with you?”

“Alright? Of course it’s alright. Michael, I’m delighted for you. I know how much work you’ve put into making your business work. It’s good to see you getting the payback.”

“Great.” I ladle more water over the coals.

This day’s just getting better....

“Fancy a swim after this?” I ask him. “Close up the pores.”

“Sounds good to me.”

*****

One Month Ago - James

Still stretching and yawning, I make a pot of coffee and flip open my laptop to check the morning’s email.

Will it have come?

If I get that contract, I’ve cracked it....

I scroll through quickly, checking first to see if anything has come in from Haswell....

No joy.

I mutter to myself and gulp down some coffee.

All that work....

If it doesn’t pay off....

There’s the usual other stuff; a screeching letter from Marlene for more money; she can go to Hell. If she can’t control her spending, it’s not my fault. She’s had all the money I ever agreed or was required to pay her. If she thinks I’m paying any more for her to keep her live-in lover available, she can forget it.

A letter from Georgie about her university fees; invoice attached....

Jeez.... Working for a doctorate now. Well done, Little Girl. I’m so proud of you....

I log on to my bank account to settle the invoice immediately. No need for Georgie to pay the price for her mother’s behaviour....

Two minutes later, the invoice is paid and I stare glumly at the remaining bank balance.

Ah, well. Can’t do much about it other than keep working....

What else has come in?

Advert for Viagra.... Into the junk box....

As if I needed it...

Sales pitch for penis extensions.... Junked....

Not too much need for that either....

Where the fuck do they get my address from?

A once in a lifetime opportunity to make a fortune buying shares in an oil refinery in Nigeria.... Junked....

Must set my Spam filters to a higher level....

I scroll through endless garbage, deleting most as I go along, then pause and scroll back.

What did I just see?

Subject Line: “Auction of Girls. All Willing. All Beautiful....”

What the Fuck?

“.... Visit our site to see our collection of over thirty beautiful girls all available for auction....”

I scroll down, reading with a mixture of fascination and disbelief.

“..... Starting Bids....”

The starting bids are for serious amounts of money. What are these girls selling exactly?

I read on....

“.... All the girls are fully consenting as per their individual contracts....”

Mmmm....

I scan through the photos, but none of them really catch my eye. I know a dozen girls at the Club who are just as attractive and who enjoy ‘playing’ with me and Michael for no more than a drink or two and fun of doing what we do. Why would I want...?

It’s not as though I have that sort of money to throw around anyway....

I’m reaching to delete the message when something catches my eye; a pair of vivid green eyes set in a pale, perfect face amid a sea of red hair.

The girl is stunning....

I click through to read her details.

“Charlotte. Age: twenty-two. Five feet eight. 135 pounds. 38, 22, 36. Interests.... not listed. Background.... not listed. Virgin.

Virgin?

This girl?

How can a girl who looks like this, conceivably be a virgin at twenty-two? Men must lie at her feet.

It’s just got to be a con....

....

....

.... but what if it isn’t...?

The image of the girl, of Charlotte, stays with me through the day. As I work, it drifts through my mind; those incredible eyes.

Wonder if the photo’s been touched up?

Taking a coffee break, I open the message again, clicking through to see if I can learn anything I missed the first time, but no, there’s nothing more.

Perhaps I should check out the Auction House? See if it seems kosher?

I’ve nothing much on tomorrow. I could take an hour or so out of the schedule to call by....

I sip my coffee.

Then I sip it again. Why not?

You can’t afford it....

Doesn’t hurt to look though....

*****

“Good morning, Sir. How can I help you?”

The woman on reception is outrageously fat, middle-aged, and judging by her sour expression, has forgotten what it ever felt like to be young.

Please don’t let age turn me into that....

“I’m enquiring about an email you sent to me, advertising an auction. I wanted to see if it’s genuine?”

“Which auction is that, Sir? We run a wide variety of sales.”

“This one.” I offer her my print-off.

“Ah, that one.” She glares at me over her spectacles. “Mr Chambers handles enquiries on that particular.... event. I’ll go get him for you.”

Thank God for that....

No way do I want to discuss.... anything.... with that woman.

After only a minute or so, she returns, scowling, with a man of about my own age. “Good morning, Sir. Would you like to come this way, please. We can talk more privately in the office.” He shoots the woman a toxic glance and she subsides, then sits.

As he leads me through, I say, “Really, I just wanted to check if it is genuine, and not some internet hoax or swindle.

“No, Sir. It’s quite genuine. Although I’ll grant you, it is a little unusual.” He waves me to a chair. “If you would like to register, we’ll need some details from you. You understand that we need to take precautions on behalf of the girls involved. There is also a $1,000 deposit to attend the auction, whether that be in person, by proxy or by internet.”

A thousand dollars?

“That’s quite a deposit.”

“Yes, Sir. We set it high to discourage the voyeurs and other riff-raff. You can imagine what kind of people we might be getting through the door if we didn’t restrict the audience to genuinely interested potential buyers.”

“And is the deposit returnable?”

“No Sir, although, should you make a purchase, it will be deducted from the final bid price. The remaining deposits are paid fifty percent to the house, and fifty percent to the girls. We use it to provide medical services and.... any required certification.”

“Certification? Such as?”

“A clean bill of health....” He pauses. “.... Virginity.”

“So, you don’t just take them at face value? The girls, how much do you know about them?”

“The girls are all fully consenting. We interview them first and ensure that they understand what they are signing up for. We do not accept any girl who does not have a good grasp of the English language. Neither do we accept any girl who does not seem fully to understand what may be expected of her.”

He takes off his glasses, and stares at the ceiling, polishing the lenses with a tissue. “As you can imagine, what some of the bidders want from the girls, can be fairly.... exotic.... and they’re willing to pay for it, but the girls have to be clear about what they are agreeing to.”

He puts his glasses back on. “We do encourage the girls to show their true personalities. Not all our clients want the same thing. For example, Donna here,” he flips open a brochure, flicking to a page showing a short, busty blond, “is a dominatrix. I understand that she intends to appear at the bidding wearing something in vinyl and leather.”

He sniffs and issues a small smile. “I’m sure you get my drift, Sir.”

“It’s hard to miss. And what about the contract with the girls? What does it cover?”

“Each contract is personalised to the girl. They each have different, um, assets, to sell to gentlemen, and sometimes ladies, of different tastes. We interview them to see what they have to offer. Some of the girls, for example, are interested in art, or movies or literature. We have clients who are looking for what you might call a courtesan, who want an intelligent conversation with the girl.

“So, every contract is different and is tailored to the girl and what she agrees to do. For example, Jewel here,” he flips to a different page, “has offered to be a ‘wife’ for the period of one year with all the customary wifely responsibilities, including housekeeping and suchlike, as well as.... other duties. We have had a few similar contracts in the past. They can be a great success for both Buyer and Seller. Sometimes the girls renew the contracts or even marry their purchasers.”

“May I?” I flick the brochure pages until I find the right page. “And this girl? Charlotte?”

The sales rep looks closely at the image “Oh yes, Sir. There’s been a lot of inquiries about her. I think the strength of her appeal is obvious in the photos.”

“And her contract?”

“In the case of Charlotte, she has agreed to anything requested of her for the period of one week.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, Sir. Anything. That is to say, anything that does not result in her permanent injury.” His voice is dry. “She will certainly bring a good price.”

Jeez.... does she understand what ‘anything’ could mean in a place like this?

“Do you have any more photos of her?”

“We do, sir, but you will have to pay the deposit before you can see more than this. It’s to protect the girls from predators.”

“I understand.”

“And we need you to supply some personal details.”

“Of course.”

“Thank you, Sir. As I say, it’s to protect the girls.” He starts tapping his keyboard. “I need proof of ID, bank details....” He glances up at me as I reach for my wallet. “Do you have a criminal record?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Sorry, Sir. We have to ask.”

“Of course.”

“Anything else you think I should know?”

“Yes, sir. We require you to report at the end of the contract that you are satisfied with, um, delivery, and the girl is fit and well.”

“That’s understandable. Anything else?”

“Yes Sir, we will require a medical certificate from you, dated within the last two weeks, that you are certified free of STDs.”

I was due for my next visit to the clinic anyway.

“Fine, that’s not a problem. Please register me.”

*****

Taking a coffee break sitting on the hotel balcony, I hear the ping of my email.

Idly, coffee cup in hand, I wander through to see what’s arrived....

Subject Line: Tender for Contract Ref A3748/2015/B - Haswell

A prickle runs down my spine and my gut clenches. All the days and months, nay, years, of work I put in....

Coffee forgotten, I open the email.

Dear Mr Alexanders,

We are pleased to inform you that your tender for Contract Ref  A3748/2015/B has been successful....

I stare at it unbelieving, my brain not absorbing what my eyes are seeing, then...

I've done it! I've fucking done it!

I don’t know what to do with myself. In the space of a minute, I’ve gone from struggling entrepreneur to having more money than I’m ever going to need.

I glance down at the invoice for Georgetta’s University fees and burst out laughing.

What to do now?

Some things just have to be shared.

I tap into my mobile:

I’m celebrating. U free tonite?

sure what’s the celebration?

Got the contract

THE contract? The 1 u told me about?

Yes

Wow! congrats man. c u 8 pm at mine? Meal and club?

Gr8 c u then

*****

In a restaurant, over steak and salad, “I’ve got something else to tell you.”

“Oh? As well as hitting the big time? You have been busy. What’s that then?” Michael tops up our glasses with the rather good Rioja we’re sharing.

“I’ve, um.... I’ve signed up to attend a rather unusual auction.”

“Really?” He looks intrigued. “You finally buying yourself a house? Now you’ve got that contract? You were fast on your feet.”

“No, nothing like that.”

I pass him the brochure. He looks at the front, frowning.

Looking for the Girl of Your Dreams?

He looks baffled. “A dating agency? For you?”

“No, it’s not a dating agency. Read what it says inside.”

He starts reading, brows furrowing. “I don’t get it, James. If you want to buy a woman, you’ll find one at a lot less than these prices. The working-girls on most of the street-corners down in the old town wouldn’t empty the small change from your pocket.... If you were into that sort of thing. Why on earth....?”

“Look at page thirty-two.”

He riffles through to the page, looks and whistles. “Wow! What a stunner. I can see why she’s drawn your eye, but....” His eyes are still, scanning, reading the notes, “.... there’s plenty of willing gals around the clubs. Why....” He pauses. “Hang on, it says here this girl’s a virgin.”

“That’s right.”

He stares at me. “You’re not serious?”

“Why shouldn’t I be serious? Look at her. Wouldn’t you like to....”

“Yes, I would, if she was willing and if she was experienced and knew what to expect. Your tastes run to slapping them ‘til their asses glow in the dark, then sucking them dry while they're still screaming. It’s fair enough for the girls who like that sort of thing, but on a virgin, that would be abuse.”

I begin to feel uneasy.

Is he right?

It sounded like a much better idea when it stayed inside my head....

“You have got to be kidding me. James, you can pull all the women you want or can handle with no effort. Why on earth would you want to do something like this?”

“They’re all there as volunteers, all consenting....”

Michael’s smile is gone.

I didn’t expect this.

He’s angry with me....

“I’m not going to abuse the girl obviously. We’ve known each other for years. Surely you don’t think....”

“Yes, years. And I’ve seen a hundred times what you expect from a woman. Your wife left you because of it. So now, you want what? To buy a virgin?” Michael’s voice is rising, and waiters and some of the other customers are looking our way. He looks around, then drops his voice to a hiss. “Are you out of your fucking head? With your tastes, you think you’re the man to put a virgin in the saddle? You have some sort of virgin fantasy? You want to deflower a young girl? Enough to buy one.” He checks the page again, “.... She’s twenty-two. She’s younger than your daughter for fuck’s sake!”

He stares me down, food forgotten, red-faced and livid with anger. “Count me out, James. I want nothing to do with this! Nothing! You understand me?”

I try one more approach. “I’m not planning on hurting the girl. Do you seriously think I would brutalise a young woman who’d never....? What kind of man do you think I am?”

“Right now? I’m not sure.... What exactly does this fantasy of yours involve? What is it you want to do with her? Slapping ten shades of shit out of a sub who wants it, who enjoys it, is one thing, but....”

“I want to make it.... good.... for her....”

He relaxes a bit. “Good? What does that mean, exactly?”

What do I mean....?

“It means.... good. You know how it is. The first time’s never great for anyone, especially for women, unless they’ve got someone who knows what they’re doing. What was your first time like?”

He glares at me, not answering, but the heat of his anger looks to be draining away, then, “And that’s what’s in your head? To make a girl’s first time special for her?”

“Yes, that’s what I want to do.”

He’s silent, staring at the table, drumming his fingers.

“Can I call you afterwards to tell you that she's okay?” I ask.

“What? Afterwards? What do you mean?”

“Afterwards. I’ll call you, to let you know she’s alright.”

He stares down, arms folded, then “Alright, you can call me, but otherwise, I don’t want to know anything about it.” And without looking at me, he stands and leaves.

Well, that didn’t go as I expected.

I’ve lost my appetite for the meal and the wine. Miserably, I pay the bill and go.

James - The Present

I pause on the threshold....

Michael’s words and anger echo in my head.

Should I really be doing this?

There’s a good crowd and the hall is full. Rather than taking a seat, I hover at the back, watching the proceedings for the ongoing.... lot....

Is that the right word for this?

The girl on the podium is collared and kind of so-so looking. She’s pretty enough; not my type, but there’s plenty who would go for her; a brunette with sultry eyes and pouting lips.

Her figure’s good and there’s plenty of chance to see it. She’s wearing a leather harness that pushes her tits up and out, displaying everything she’s got. Technically, she’s not naked, but she might as well be.

Her behaviour is odd....

What counts as odd in this situation?

She’s behaving as though she’s coy, or bashful, but it doesn’t look genuine. There’s a hard edge to her expression.

I glance at her details on the brochure. She’s called ‘Blossom’....

And it claims that she’s a virgin.

Yeah, right...

If she’s a virgin, I’m Santa Claus....

I bite down disappointment. If this is the standard of what is being offered....

Still I’m here. Might as well watch the show....

Bored by the cynical artificiality of Blossom, I let my gaze wander around the room. There’s a couple of hundred in attendance, and more with a virtual presence via internet links and agents bidding by phone proxy.

I recognise a few faces, from the clubs and elsewhere. There’s Abe a few rows in front, across the aisle from me. I laugh to myself. I know what he does for a living; a second-hand car salesman; a very bad second-hand car salesman. There’s no way he can afford the prices they’re asking, even the starting bids. So, he’s just here for the show.

He must have paid the deposit though....

There are some unsavoury-looking characters. One row of seats is taken by a group of six or eight men who appear to be working together with one acting as spokesman and bidder.

So, what happens when a group buys the girl?

A few rows in front, there’s Jake Gordonton, a nasty piece of work if ever there was one. He’s been banned from most of the clubs.

What would happen to any girl he bought?

Nothing good....

Across the aisle, there’s Finchby, another bad case. He runs girls downtown and they often turn up ‘for work’ with bruises.

But most of the crowd, I don’t know, although they’re a real mixed bag. All shapes, sizes and nationalities. The only thing they have in common is they’re all members of the heavy wallet club.

The bidding for Blossom grinds to a halt and the gavel goes down. Blossom’s buyer stands to claim his.... what? His goods?

There’s a pause of a minute or so while a leash is clipped to her collar and she’s led away, grinning broadly as she looks up at the final price displayed on the board.

‘Virgin’? Yeah....

And then ‘my’ girl walks onto the podium.

The photos did lie....

They don’t do her justice.

She’s tall and willowy and she moves so gracefully as she steps up.

On the podium, she stands, dressed quite conservatively compared to the little tart of a few minutes ago; just a blouse and skirt and of course, the leather collar at her throat. The blouse is a trifle low cut, but nothing that would turn a head in the streets.

She looks astonishing, and I stare, captivated, until with a shock, I release the breath I’d not realised I was holding.

Around me, there is a low murmur, a ripple through the crowd. Quite a few are interested in her, it’s hardly surprising really.

How much will it take to get this girl?

I have no idea, and I turn my attention back to her. Her expression is frozen. She’s scared, really scared, trembling as she stands there.

But you’re not letting it stop you....

“Charlotte, turn around,” instructs the auctioneer. “The clients want to see what they are bidding for.”

She slowly revolves but looks down at the floor.

Are you a sub?

Or just frightened?

“Raise your head,” shouts a voice from somewhere to one side of me. “At these prices, I want to see what I’m getting.”

Bastard....

But she lifts her head, biting her lip. Her breathing is rapid and shallow, and her skin sheened with perspiration. She looks ready to bolt.

The auctioneer takes a side-look at her, then leans in close, whispering something. She nods and straightens up, painting a smile on her face and looking over and across the room. The auctioneer, watching her, gives a satisfied nod and turns to the gathering.

“Now then, Gentlemen,” he begins, “we all know why we are here. Charlotte here is twenty-two years old and has been certified by our medical experts to be a virgin. Of course, the winning bidder will be able to test that for himself.

“As usual, all bids are final, except in the event of Charlotte herself not complying with the terms of the auction. Which is to say that she will willingly serve the winning bidder in any way he requires for a period of one week. The sale of her virginity is included in the terms.

“Recipients of the proceeds of the sale are: House takes 50%....

Fifty percent!?!

“.... Charlotte takes 50%. The winning bid will be lodged in full by the winning bidder with an intermediary attorney immediately after the close of the auction for the period of one week, after which it will be paid to the recipients.

“So, Gentlemen. Who is going to start the bidding?”

The bidding starts high. At the opening figure, her eyes widen, and she looks up at the display as it climbs rapidly in thousand-dollar steps. She’s watching the monitor, her eyes darting between the board and the floor as she tries to follow who’s bidding.

At first, there are a good twenty bidders, but half of them fall away within a minute or so as the price sky-rockets. But I don’t bid myself. I want to see what happens.

Charlotte’s gaze wanders a little, as though she's trying to catch the eye of some of the audience.

Can’t say I blame her. Steer the bidding to someone who looks halfway decent?

From the side, a note is passed to the auctioneer. He holds up his hand. “A pause please, Gentlemen. I am getting the message from several sources that for them to be willing to bid any higher, they want to be able to see more.”

He turns to her, where she stands, pale-faced, lips parted. “Charlotte, it is entirely your choice, but are you willing to undress at this stage, on the podium? It will almost certainly help you to bring a better price.”

She looks appalled. “Undress now? All the way?”

She didn’t count on this.... thought she’d have privacy at least....

“It’s up to you, Charlotte,” says the Auctioneer. “No-one is going to make you. But the better they can see what they are buying, the better your chances.”

She hesitates, then nods, starting to unbutton her blouse, looking as though she is about to burst into tears. She removes it then slips off her skirt, leaving her only in her underwear.

“C’mon,” shouts some moron from close by. “Let’s see the rest.”

My conscience stirs uneasily. I wouldn’t like to guess how many women I’ve undressed or stripped, but they were all happy about my doing it.

But this....

It isn't a cattle auction....

Or is it?

Guilt lies coiled in my gut.

Heat rises over her neck and face as she reaches around to undo her bra, then slips off her panties as well, leaving her naked.

She stands, very straight, her head held high.

And yet, somehow.... she doesn’t seem quite as nervous, or as upset, as she did before.

Is she beginning to enjoy it?

Is she an exhibitionist perhaps? Even if she doesn’t know it yet?

Naked, she stands there, head held high, straight spine and shoulders, chin up.

She is utterly beautiful; so very pale skinned, with her hair flowing over and down to her narrow waist, like a tide of flame.

And a genuine redhead....

But her eyes....

Her eyes....

Somehow now more visible, they are a brilliant, vivid green, their colour clearly visible even here at the back of the hall.

Is it fake? Is she wearing contacts?

Her waist is tight and narrow, flat-bellied and flaring out to wide hips. Her breasts are large, enough to swing a little; she needs a good bra. Her legs are long and well-toned. Everything about her is perfect.

She is utterly stunning.

How can this girl possibly be a virgin?

What price will she fetch?

The bidding resumes.

She stands there, so vulnerable and yet so brave, while the mob drool over her. I watch her face closely, her expression. She looks a little spaced out.

The mind disconnecting from an unpleasant reality?

But she doesn't look distressed. Her breathing is fast and shallow, but she’s not panic-stricken. Is she enjoying this at some level? Relishing testing her own limits?

Or is she a true sub? Revelling in the submission aspect of it all?

And of course, she is going to earn a great deal of money, so long as she keeps her nerve for the seven days of her contract.

And nothing too unpleasant happens to her....

Does she understand how dangerous this is? Even with the so-called safety procedures of the auction house.

How would I feel if that were Georgie up there?

And she's younger than Georgie....

I feel queasy, my gorge rising at the thought of what I am doing.

You're being ridiculous, a middle-aged man with virgin fantasies.

This is wrong....

Michael was right. I shouldn't be doing this.

I rise to leave, but as I stand, I realise who some of those bidding are, that I couldn't see sitting down.

Jeez.... Finchby’s bidding for her.... What the fuck’s he thinking of for her?

I know what he’s thinking of. He’ll rent her out at one of his joints. Under the contract from the Auction House, he’d be able to demand it of her. And if she baulked, her money would be forfeit.

There’s a couple of others too, but the idea of Finchby getting hold of this girl for a week, brutalising her....

I sit again, torn with indecision, then as I see the brothel-keeper raising a finger to the auctioneer, my mind made up, I raise my hand to bid.

The Story Continues In

‘Partners’

‘Mastering the Virgin’

Part Two - ‘Partners’

Partners

James

I don’t want to dwell on the wisdom or the ethics of what I am doing. The bidding is already sky-high. ‘Charlotte’, if that is her name, is the jewel of the auction, and her price reflects it.

Several of the bidders have already been knocked out; the no-hopers, and those whose hopes were greater than their wallets. Some of the more grotesque of the bidders have also been outbid, including some of those making the crude comments and heckles of a few minutes ago. To my relief, the creep who shouted from the back of the room was knocked out of the bidding early.

But with a good two dozen of us still bidding, some physically present in the auction room, others by proxy, with agents indicating for them; and with the bids climbing in $1,000 increments, the price is steep and getting steeper.

Finchby looks pissed off. The bids are clearly higher than he either expected or possibly, budgeted for, and his expression is a mixture of fury and frustration...

Perhaps he’s made promises he can’t keep?

To some extent, I’ll be happy simply to see him knocked out of the bidding. I’ve never met Charlotte, only seen her auction profile. With the best will in the world, most of my knowledge of her is pure fantasy and the more imaginative speculations of an older man watching a beautiful young girl. But at some level, I’ve connected with her, and I want to win the bidding, to take her back with me...

To lie between your thighs, spurt into you, while you gasp and whimper under me...

The set who seemed to be bidding as a group has dropped out, the pot too rich for them now, and one by one, the proxies stop bidding too.

With mounting excitement, I watch the monitor as the High Bid climbs ever higher. Some of the audience seem to be there only to watch. Is this how they get their kicks? If so, given the auction deposit, it’s an expensive past-time. But plenty more do bid, and I see more remote bids coming in through the agents.

Each time Finchby raises his hand, I match him and he raises it, but now he’s looking back over his shoulder to see who is competing against him, who is his opposition. There are still one or two others, but even they are beginning to waver.

“Any more bids, Gentlemen?” calls the auctioneer. Finchby falters, slowly raising his hand once more, but this time is outbid by someone I don’t know, an Asiatic type. He bids again, but now a short fat man halfway down the hall raises a finger.

Finchby visibly curses, bids once more, but this time I bid against him. He looks furious, but as the auctioneer looks back at him, the question in his eye, shakes his head, as does the fat man.

The Asian is my last competitor and for another three or four bids, he raises against me, and I top him each time...

Is this how I expected to spend the money from that contract?

No...

You’re a fool, Man... After all these years, all that work, blowing your cash this way...

But I raise my hand again anyway.

This contract is only the first of many...

“Final offer, Gentlemen? I have the bidding with number 247 at the back.” He looks at the Asian, who shakes his head. The hammer hovers then bangs down. “Sold! Number 247. Charlotte, come down to the office please.”

Eyes wide, as if the reality of what she has just done is only now taking hold, she steps down to a cubical where, away from the crowd, I see her being given a document and instructed to read it. I can’t hear her over the general hubbub, but I see her lips moving, reciting the words...

She can’t say she doesn’t know what she’s agreed to...

... before she signs.

I push through the crowd, Finchby giving me a filthy look as I pass. I counter-sign the contract and pay, then turn to claim my ‘goods’.

She looks like a deer about to bolt, if deer came with a sea of red hair and mermaid eyes. But she smiles at me nervously as her leash is placed in my hand.

“Nice to meet you, Charlotte,” I say. “I’m your new Master for the week.”

“Nice to meet you too.” She looks down, swallowing her words.

I’ve paid a lot for you. Let’s get this one straight from the start.

“Nice to meet you, Master.” I give the leash a tug.

“Sorry, Master. Nice to meet you, Master.”

You volunteered for this, and I’ve saved you from a lot worse than you’ll get from me...

And I’m gonna fuck you every way it’s possible to be fucked...

... and I'd love to share you. Watch you get fucked too...

Michael's words pass through my mind....

Abuse...

Alright, Green-Eyes... Let's give you the option and an incentive, then it's your choice how far this goes.

“That’s better,” I say. “Now come with me. We’re going to have a little chat.”

There’s an antechamber to the main auction room, stacked with old furniture and other sale goods. I seat myself in a carver chair, then survey my prize, still naked, collared and on her leash. She’s trembling, and I don’t think it’s just from the chill.

Calm her down a little...

Not too much though. She walked into this with her eyes open...

... half-open at least...

“Don’t worry. I’ll let you put some clothes on before we go. But right now, I’m enjoying the view.”

She doesn’t speak, simply nodding. She’s chewing on her lower lip and her fingers are bunched.

Ready to lash out?

You’ve still got some fight left, haven’t you...

“On your knees, Charlotte.”

Obeying me, she drops to the ground. It’s not too graceful, but she’s trying not to scrape her knees on the stone floor. Naked and leashed, she looks up at me with those incredible eyes. In almost any other face, the red hair would be her glory, but with those eyes...

Her pupils are like pinpricks; black dots in circles of jade.

Scared?

Of me...?

... Probably...

Let’s cut to the chase.

I’m paying a lot of money here. Am I getting the genuine article?

“Are you really a virgin, Charlotte?”

Her head drops, and she stares at the floor, nodding.

“Is Charlotte your real name?”

Still staring at the ground, still silent, she shakes her head.

“No, of course not. But for the avoidance of doubt for you, the auction house knows exactly who I am.” I chuckle. “If nothing else, they have my credit card details.”

Now she looks up at me again, her eyes softer.

That’s it, isn’t it... You need to feel safer...

Fair enough...

“You are, how old? Twenty-two was it?”

Nod.

“It’s not easy to be a twenty-two-year-old virgin these days. How did you manage it?”

She looks shame faced. “I got married,” she says, her voice small, “but he didn’t love me. I found out later that he’d only married me to please his parents... He.... he didn’t like girls... On our wedding night, he wouldn’t...” She stalls and her words dry up.

Should I believe her?

She doesn’t look as though she’s lying...

Poor kid... What a lousy start...

“Not a good start to life, I have to agree. So, after the failure of this miserable marriage?”

“I didn’t have anything. I didn’t know what to do. I want to go to college, but that needs a lot of money and my parents can’t afford to help, so...”

“So, you decided to sell the assets you have to the highest bidder, to fund your way through college?”

“Yes.” The words are all but whispered to the floor.

Ah...

Good for you, Girl...

What better reason could you have...?

I think my face must reflect my thoughts because as she looks at me, she relaxes a little more, some of the tension dropping.

Time to touch?

Yes... But not too much...

Leaning forward, I run a finger over her perfect face, that alabaster skin. Her eyes widen, and her breath holds, but she doesn’t look alarmed.

I trace my finger down the hollow of her neck and lower between her beautiful breasts. As I stray into sexual territory, she freezes, and a faint flush of colour pinks her cheeks.

Enough for now...

“A brave thing to do,” I say. “I have to admire your guts, but it was astonishingly dangerous. You’re lucky to have me as your Buyer. Men who play these sorts of games can have very... elaborate tastes in entertainment...”

She’s saucer-eyed as I speak...

“... I suspect you didn’t know what you were agreeing to when you signed that contract. I’m going to enjoy taking your cherry, and I’ll test you to the edge with other games, believe me. But I won’t do anything that might hurt you, not permanently.”

She’s swallowing hard, staring up at me, trembling again, her breathing shallow and rapid. But she doesn’t try to back away or escape my touch where my finger still rests in her cleavage.

Perhaps you really are a virgin, and a brave one too...

“Tell me, Charlotte. How much were you hoping to make out of this? That auction total was good, but it won’t get you through college.”

Her brow furrows. Clearly, it’s not a question she expected. She starts speaking, stutters a little, licks dry lips and starts again.

“I don’t really know. Just as much as possible.”

Alright, Jade-Eyes, let’s see what you’re made of...

“The reason I am asking this, Charlotte, is that I have paid a very good price for you, but you could earn more if you are willing, and if you have the nerve to carry it through.”

She stares at me in silence, her eyes, if it were possible, even wider, but her pupils shrinking down again.

Have I ever paid so much attention to a woman’s eyes before?

Calm her down...

... How to do this...?

I take my hand from her, sit back in the chair, forcing my body to seem relaxed, casual. It’s not easy.

I want to fuck you hard... Make you scream...

“Let me tell you a little about myself. You have done this because you dream of a better life. Good for you. I have dreams too. Perhaps fantasies is a better word... One of them is to have a young and beautiful girl kneeling naked in front of me...”

And now, I can’t help but smile. I’m so lost in trying to do this right, to win her confidence, that I’m losing the experience of having one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, kneeling, like a dream from Hollywood, for me. As I smile, she flushes, looking confused. And it’s definitely the smile of a young girl, unused to being naked with a man.

Ye gods, but you’re glorious...

“... Another is... Well, this is going to be your first time. They say that we all remember our first time and I suppose mine would have been about average. I was a young, incompetent fumbler, but an older woman did me a favour and guided me through. She made it good for me. I’ve always dreamed of being able to take a girl’s virginity and make her first time wonderful for her. Do you understand me?”

The tension flows from her muscles at my words, her body visibly relaxing.

What were you expecting Jade-Eyes?

... nothing good...

Perhaps not so blind as I thought. Perhaps you did know the kind of thing that could happen to you...

In which case, you’re even braver...

How much nerve have you got...?

“Mmm. That sounds... nice...” she says.

“I’m glad you think so. Don’t worry. Your first time is going to be as good as I know how to make it for you... However...”

Now for it...

I take a deep breath.

“... there was a room full of men in there who would willingly pay to play other games with a girl like you; young, inexperienced, beautiful.”

Her confusion is back. She shakes her head, her cloud of red hair rustling over her skin as she moves.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand...”

“I own you for a week, Charlotte. If you want to earn as much money as possible, then it doesn’t have to be just me. I have other fantasies than simply having your virginity...”

Spell it out. Be sure she understands...

“... I’d like to share you with other men. Watch them with you. Let them watch me with you. Several of us sharing you. But...”

... Abuse...

Stabbing a finger towards her, “... Understand that I won’t do this, without your agreement and without your being well rewarded for it. I’m asking you now because while we are still here at the auction house, this could be arranged if it is what you want and are willing to do.”

Anxiety marches across her face, her whole body shaking. But she doesn’t panic, containing her fear.

“Can I have a few minutes to think about it?”

Of course you can...

“Of course. That’s only fair...”

Spell it out again. Reinforce the words...

“... I will stress; if you agree to this, you will be tested to the limit, but you won’t be permanently hurt. I won’t let anything serious happen to you. I will be in control, and I will control what happens. It’s your choice.”

She nods her understanding.

Let her think on it...

“I’m going to leave you alone for a while. Give you some space. I’ll be in the auction chamber. Come through when you’re ready.”

There's a set to her jaw that says she's already decided. She's just screwing up her courage to carry through.

... But she has to say it herself... to make it her choice...

I leave her, walking through to the auction chamber where the next ‘lot’ is just finishing. It’s another youngish girl. Not so innocent-looking as Charlotte, but the man leading her away is the short fat man I knocked out of the bidding earlier. He has a curl to his lip that I don’t care for, and I spare a moment of pity for the girl.

Don’t be what you despise in the others...

She’s billed as the last sale of the day, but I catch the auctioneer’s eye. “A moment. Another sale for you.”

The audience is already breaking up, but some on the front couple of rows hear me and sit down again...

Does this happen often?

... Others, further back, see them sit and also resume their seats.

“Yes, Mr Alexanders. What can we do for you?”

Then I spot them, the small pile of her clothes, tumbled to the side of the podium, and I remember that I have left her naked.

I hold up a finger. “One moment, if you please.”

Quickly I gather up the clothes and pushing open the door, toss them through to the side chamber where I have left my green-eyed beauty.

“And put your clothes on, Charlotte. I own you now, but you are in charge of what happens in the next few minutes.”

Back in the auction chamber, I talk quickly to the auctioneer.

“Charlotte is I think, willing to offer some further... services... to the bidders here. I’d like you to run another auction on her behalf, but I will take the details of the top... oh, dozen bids. She may be willing to co-operate in... sharing. Anyone who is interested may bid, but the bids do not automatically imply that I will accept them. If I don’t care for the look of the bidders, they will be rejected. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mr Alexanders. We have from time to time had similar, um... extras, and we have a standard format for such proceedings built into our House Rules.”

“Gentlemen,” he announces. “If you would care to examine Appendix 5A to the House Rules, we have a final auction falling under this section.”

Most of the original audience is still here, waiting. Finchby tries to catch my eye. I make a point of ignoring him, along with some of the others that I felt looked less than reputable. They can bid if they wish, but it will get them no-where. I am in control now...

And where is Charlotte?

I don’t have to wait long. Within less than five minutes, she steps through the door, fully dressed once more, and her head held high. Stepping on the podium again, she stands straight, holding her hands together.

Her voice trembles, but she looks me in the eye and then the auctioneer.

“I’ll do it. Let’s get on with it.”

Brave Girl. Good for you...

The bidding resumes, but now I hold the reins. Regardless of the money bid, only those I allow will have access to her. Certainly, the likes of Finchby will be coming nowhere near while I have any involvement.

I watch her face as the bids mount again, as she watches the monitor. I think she’s confused, unsure of exactly what is happening, but that’s fine. I’ll deal with it. I am not now just her Buyer, but her Protector.

As the gavel comes down once more, I step immediately to her side, hooking my arm through hers to lead her to the office where, almost as the bidding was happening, a new additional contract, an addendum to the original, was being typed. I speed-read it, but it says what I want it to.

“Sign there and there, Charlotte. I’ll handle everything else. Don’t worry. I’ll look after you and your interests.”

“This is unusual but not unknown, Mr Alexanders,” says the Auctioneer, quietly, and just out of her hearing. “Does the young woman...?”

“I’ll look after her interests,” I say, “my main stipulation is that the top bidders provide their name and contact details to me. There are some parties I will not allow near her.”

The auctioneer glances around the room. “I quite understand, Mr Alexanders. There are men here that I would not choose to allow near a young woman either.”

I should move, take her to the hotel I have booked. The less time she can dwell on things, the better.

“Come on, Charlotte. Let’s get you out of here. You have an exciting week ahead of you.”

For a moment, I think she’s going to baulk, refuse to come with me...

Is her nerve failing....?

... but then she follows me, her expression shell-shocked.

Hailing a taxi, I bundle her in to get her back to the apartment. It’s a good suite. Since this is my ‘Contract Celebration’ I didn’t hold back on the expenses. If I’m doing this, then I’m doing it right.

Of course, if I’d not won the bidding for her, it would simply be a very expensive week’s holiday for me, but as it is...

As we make our way through the hotel to my apartment, the Penthouse, she’s looking around, wide-eyed again.

“Not my home, Charlotte,” I explain. “I’ve just rented it for the week, but the auction house knows where I have brought you.”

She nods, but she’s trembling, her face now not just pale, but sallow with fear.

You might be scared of me, Charlotte Green-Eyes, but you don't know what the alternative was.

Let’s take a break...

“Relax,” I say, “we’ll have a meal first I think. Calm you down a bit...” She’s staring at me, like a rabbit looking into the headlights.

Am I so terrifying to her...?

“... and perhaps some wine inside you might help? Do you like champagne?”

“Um, not sure. I’ve never had it.”

I try to stay casual. “Excellent. I can introduce you to it, then. What kind of food do you like?”

“Err... Don’t mind really... Italian?”

“Fine. We’ll go to Luigi’s around the corner. I’ll reserve a table for us. Why don’t you have a look around. Have a bath or a shower perhaps? Make yourself comfortable. If you look in the wardrobes you will find bathrobes and... other clothes. Look them over.”

I tap in the number for Luigi’s, booking a quiet table away from prying eyes, then retrieve the champagne from the fridge where I’d been keeping it on ice.

She’s in the bedroom, her back to me as I enter, glass in hand. As she turns, holding a bathrobe, seeing me, she startles and all but screams.

Jeez... She really is scared...

Come on, Jade-Eyes. You’re stronger than this...

“Calm down, Charlotte. I promise I am not going to hurt you.” I put down the glass to hold her in my arms. Trying hard to make the contact as non-sexual as possible, I rock her back and forth. “I won’t hurt you,” I repeat.

What does she see when she looks at me?

Her Purchaser? Her Master?

... Her Attacker?

How do I defuse this...?

“Have your bath. Afterwards, try the dresses for size. They should fit. Your measurements were listed in the auction ad. I think the black one would suit you well, but you choose.”

She’s trying to smile, but it’s forced. Picking up the glass, I push it into her hand. “Please drink that. I want you to enjoy yourself...”

Got it!

I grin at her. “... Think of this as... The Adventure of a Lifetime.”

Her smile grows a bit more convincing, and she gulps down some of the champagne, swigging it like lemonade. “You know, it really isn’t meant to be drunk like that,” I say. “Champagne should be savoured. Come and have some more.”

I pour her another glass. I don’t want her drunk; necrophilia is definitely not my thing. I like my women alive and kicking, but the champagne works its magic.

I don’t think she’s too used to alcohol as, after only a couple of glasses, her barriers are breaking down rapidly and she is much more relaxed, a smile on her face as I talk. She’s an attentive audience over our dinner, listening carefully to what I say, but she doesn’t speak much herself.

The food is good, and I make sure she has a good meal without bloating herself out. I want her relaxed and responsive, not over-stuffed and needing to sleep. And I want her spirit of adventure to the fore, and her sense of fun.

I want you to enjoy this Jade-Eyes...

I want to make you scream and laugh and cum...

But let’s settle a few boundaries...

“I don’t want to embarrass you, Charlotte. Here in public, you can call me James. In private, I am ‘Master’.”

She nods compliantly. “Yes, Master.”

Are you really a natural sub...?

... I don’t think so...

... I've paid for your obedience, but I’d give a lot for your real Submission...

Don’t be a fool, Man. She’s here for one reason only. She’s being paid a great deal of money...

... and don’t forget that...

But you’re not a whore, Jade-Eyes... you’re a girl with dreams of your own...

I aim, and I think succeed, in ending the meal with her well-fed, but not overly so and just the slightest bit tipsy; enough to lower her shields without being falling-down silly.

As we enter the apartment, I take her coat, then take her hand. Holding her eyes, I lead her through to the bedroom.

I tried to make it beautiful for her and paid the hotel staff to have it ready for us when we returned. And as we step in, I’m glad that I did so. This is hardly the classic dream of a young girl’s first romance, but perhaps I can give her a convincing substitute...

Candlelight washes its golden glimmer over her face, the light like embers in her fiery hair. Flickering shadows cast depths into the space that would not normally be expected in a hotel bedroom.

Now... seduce her.

How did you feel, all those years ago, when she guided you through your first time?

Charlotte stands before me, her expression a little... adrift... Holding her by the waist with one hand, I stroke her face with the other.

“I’ll tell you what’s going to happen now, Charlotte. Because this is your first time, you don’t know what to expect. No matter what you have seen in movies or read in books, you just don’t.”

She’s trembling, but I don’t think it’s from fear. Rather, it smacks of the quiver of arousal.

Does she understand that...?

I continue. “I am going to undress you, quite slowly, because I will enjoy that. I saw you naked at the auction, but I didn’t like it, seeing you treated like goods. This time I want to undress you carefully, to enjoy your body and for you to enjoy it too. If you would like to undress me too, partially or completely, that’s fine, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Are you with me so far?”

I hold her face in my hand, making her eye meet mine as she chews on her lip. After a moment, she nods.

“After that, I want you to lie down on the bed and to be comfortable. You should be completely relaxed. If you like, I can turn the heating up or down. Would you like me to make it warmer or cooler?”

Her head shakes slowly from side to side. Her eyes are still wide, and her pupils oscillate between points and discs.

“Alright. If you change your mind, tell me. Once you are comfortable, I am going to massage you, kiss you and enjoy your body. Then I will open your legs and kiss you between them. I will lick and suck you. That should arouse you to orgasm.”

Has she ever...?

“Have you ever had an orgasm, Charlotte? Perhaps by doing it yourself?”

“Ummm, I’m not sure. I don’t think so.”

She doesn’t think so?!?

lol!

Ah, Jade-Eyes, then you haven’t...

I can’t help but chuckle, but as I breathe, I scent her. She’s arousing at my words. And as I look at her, her pupils are enlarging, and her lips are parting.

Bingo...!

“If you’re not sure, then the answer’s ‘No’. When you climax, there is no mistaking it.”

She looks glorious. Whether she knows it or not, her body is responding to me. All I have to do is keep her from being afraid of me.

Don’t be a Dom...

... Not too much anyhow...

“That’s very good,” I smile. “I am going to be able to give you your first orgasm. But hopefully, not your last.”

Almost as I watch, her arousal is flowering, blooming, unfurling...

“After you have climaxed...” I continue, “... 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?”

She’s flushing, a bloom of pink rising up her neck over skin now gleaming with perspiration. And under the fabric of her blouse, her chest heaves as her breathing grows heavier.

She nods, now looking more as though she anticipates what is coming; is looking forward to it rather than dreading it...

“Good girl.”

My hands clasped softly to her face, I draw her in. I want to kiss her. But more than that; I want her to kiss me back.

I press my lips against hers, brush into her mouth with my tongue, trace her outline with the tip. She’s quivering, and the perfume of her arousal is strong now, but still...

... she doesn’t seem to know what comes next...

Can she really be this unworldly?

She knows what it means to be gay... but she doesn’t know how to kiss?

Is it all fear? Or something else?

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

She’s gasping now. I kiss her beautiful skin, down the neck and throat, her breasts; and as I stroke over her hair and her shoulders to her belly and hips, she is a-quiver.

Her nipples are pebbled within her blouse. I nibble softly at them through the fabric of her clothes and as she moans, softly but unmistakably, my balls tighten, and my cock stiffens.

How can I not smile? This beautiful innocent wants me. She may not yet, understand how or why, but she wants me...

I suggested the dress for her but, perhaps in a spirit of rebellion, she wore blouse and skirt. And now, slowly, carefully, I unbutton the blouse. As it falls away, her eyes widening once more, I reach around her to unclip her bra, to leave her beautifully bare-breasted. Her breasts are large enough to be a little pendulous, swinging free, the nipples bronze in the candle-light.

She’s flushed and sweating, and as her eyes drop below my waist, “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.”

Her eyes meet mine, and then, with an air of inevitability, drop once more to the bulge in my pants.

“It won’t bite you,” I say. “It is going to fuck you, but not until you’re ready for it, which isn’t yet.”

... Oh, God, touch me, Girl...

I take her hand, easing it downward. “Touch me. I’d like you to, and I think you will like it too.”

Her fingers, guided by mine, move tentatively down, but she jumps as my cock twitches under her touch. Then... she moves with more assurance, smiling a little as she caresses the outline of my shaft, exploring me.

As her confidence (in me?) grows, so does mine in her. Pressing my erection against her, I reach to unzip her skirt, slide it down to leave her in black lace panties and no more.

And for the first time, she volunteers a movement, her fingers lacing up over my chest, stroking, caressing...

“Take my shirt off, Charlotte.”

She unbuttons me, with a clumsiness that argues complete inexperience, but as my shirt falls free, I see her nostrils flaring as she scents me. And clearly, she wants to touch, but hesitates...

“It’s alright, Charlotte. Touch me if you would like to.”

Her eyes and lips and fingers roam me; my chest and belly, my shoulders. She traces the outline of my nipples, curls fingers into my body hair. She kisses my skin, then suddenly, withdraws, flushing.

Give her free rein...

“It’s alright, Charlotte. If you want to do it, then do it.”

I try to encourage her, my hand to the back of her head, guiding her to me, without seeming to try to force her. I want her to choose to touch me...

She kisses again, then her tongue-tip laps at my skin as she tastes me...

Arousal spears through me, sharp and exquisite. It is ecstatic, but I gasp, trying to keep my control.

Jeez...!

“Fuck, Charlotte! I hoped this was going to be good, but...”

Grabbing her by the shoulders, I pull her to me. “Ye gods, Girl! Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

And she looks once more shy and uncertain, upset. “I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean...”

Laughing, I take her chin in one hand. “That’s not what I meant. You definitely do not need to apologise. I’m just realising that I’m lighting fires that may take some quenching.”

Give her some payback...

Show her what she gets from this...

She looks startled as I drop to my knees before her. “Your turn now,” I say. “Support yourself on me; your hands on my head or shoulders, whatever you need.”

Clearly baffled, she simply stands there. But as I move to the vee of her thighs, bathing her sex in the heat of my breath, she wails and, staggering, snatches at me with her hands, pulling at my shoulders and hair.

“Gently...” I say, as I stroke between her thighs at the moist heat of her panties. “Open your legs a little. Let me at you.” She’s moaning and staggering, and as I feel at her folds through the fabric, her head flinging back, there is a warm gush and a spreading stain.

“Master, I’m sorry, but I can’t stand up properly.”

Gotcha, Girl...

I stand and sweep her up, dropping her onto the bed where she lands, gasping and sweating.

Her excitement is quite unmistakable now, and for a long moment, I hesitate, looking down at her...

Is she ready...?

... for more...?

“Are you still nervous, Charlotte? Still scared?”

There’s nothing to her but eyes as she looks back up at me, shaking her head. For a further long moment, I stall, wondering, then...

I start to unbelt my jeans, to release my straining erection. As my pants fall to the floor and I step out of them, all I can see on her face is Desire...

I’m not sure if she knows or understands, desire for what, but I’m happy to show her. Her eyes travel my body, naked as I stand over her, my penis twitching with my heartbeat. Her lips part, and her flushed and perspiring face tell me all I need to know...

And she reaches for me. I have to suppress a smile. She’s reaching for my cock...

Slowly... Jade-Eyes. Slowly...

I shake my head. “Not yet,” I say, “not for your first time. I want you ready for me.”

She flops back onto the bed, with almost a sulky air...

Disappointed...? Don’t worry... You’ll get the lot very soon...

“Madam,” I say, trying not to laugh, “do as you are told. I am in charge here. And... you will enjoy it all the more.”

Her expression washes between laughter and embarrassment.

“Raise your arms over your head,” I continue. “Clasp your hands together.”

She obeys, looking puzzled as she does so.

“I am not going to restrain you in any way today, Charlotte. It might frighten you. But, take that position. Later, you will be tied and restrained. Today, simply hold the position. Imagine that I have hand-cuffed you to the bed.”

She’s looking a bit wary now, but I think we are at the point of no return. I slip a hand between her knees, easing them apart. “Open up now. I’m going to tongue-fuck you.”

As she obeys me, there is another surge of her pungent perfume...

She’s flooding...

Does she want me, or is it just her body speaking?

... and as I see between her thighs, she’s soaked; her juices flowing freely over her pussy-lips and along her thighs.

Beautiful...

I pull up a pillow, shoving it under her hips. I want easy access, to be able to fully reach her, to pleasure her as she deserves. I’m not too gentle as I tug her into position, but she seems to be beyond worrying now...

Another pillow under her hips, and it’s forcing her to arch, to make her fully aware of her position, her exposed pussy, her displayed sex...

“Good girl. Lie back. Relax. Just let me take over now.”

And now, naked, spread and opened for me, I have her, for her pleasure and mine. My balls writhe and tighten and I could happily plunge into her right now, shaft her and shoot...

... but that’s not what I want to do.

I want her to climax. I want to taste her orgasm as she comes into my mouth.

She’s panting now; I’m not sure if it’s anxiety or arousal.

She’s still scared. She’s trying hard, but she’s still worrying...

Easy now.

But she’s aroused despite herself. Hips raised, thighs spread, her vulva is open and visible. Her pussy and lips are swollen and red, glistening with her flowing juices.

Calm her down, Man. Talk to her...

“You’re beautiful, Charlotte. I know that you don’t know how beautiful, but trust me, you are. And I’m going to make you cum, and scream for more. I’m going to fuck you until you know that you are beautiful.”

Her eyes meet mine; those amazing green eyes. Set against her skin, not pale now but pink with sexual heat, and her brilliantly copper hair, as I hold her gaze, her pupils expand from pin-pricks to saucers...

That’s it Jade-Eyes... There’s nothing to be scared of... Relax...

And I lean in to taste her, drawing my tongue over her in a single, slow, smooth stroke, from her beautiful glistening pussy to her hardening clit.

She screams...

And it’s not the scream of a woman who knew what to expect.

Yes, you’re the genuine article, aren’t you? You’ve never felt that before...

She’s writhing and twisting on the bed, her arms thrashing as her hips jerk and buck.

Time for a little restraint I think...

I seize her at the wrists, not trying to hurt her but to control her.

I’ve paid for this. We’re doing it my way Jade-Eyes. I expect your obedience...

“Very good, Charlotte,” I murmur to her. “But did I tell you to move?”

She sags back against the bed, her expression contrite. But her eyes are wide, her lips parted and she’s panting as she speaks.

“No, Master. Sorry, Master. I’ll be good.”

“That’s better. Why don’t you hold onto the headboard. Perhaps it will make it easier for you to be obedient.”

As she looks back at the metal bars of the bedhead, I see it register with her that this has been chosen for more than edging a mattress...

Ah... Jade-Eyes... the image of you, tied and spread-eagled for me...

But not yet...

She’s trying to be obedient, grasping the bars behind her with each hand.

I’d love your Submission...

Your real Submission...

But I’m paying for this and... are you a Sub?

“Good girl. Feel free to move your legs to make yourself comfortable. If you swing them upwards, it will be easiest for me, but you can rest your feet on my back or shoulders if you want to.”

Setting myself between her thighs, I adjust her position a little, lifting her at the knees. I want to be comfortable. I want to savour this whole experience, this delectable, beautiful, virginal girl.

She moves, her hips angling to present her pussy to me...

“Is that better, Master?”

Ah... you’re getting it now...

“Perfect. Now, lie still while I tongue-fuck you.”

When did I last see an unfucked pussy?

Have I ever?

I’m not sure, but we have all night, and I take my time with her. There’s no need to go plunging in, and I enjoy opening her with my fingers, exploring her swelling folds. She’s wet and becoming wetter, and her nerves seem to be abating.

Slipping back the hood of her clit, it stands to attention for me, bright red and begging to be sucked...

Pace yourself... take your time...

As I finger and stroke her, she shudders and whimpers. Angled back, she’s not looking at me; lost, I think, in an internal world.

Lovely sounds... You’ll make others for me in a while...

How does she taste?

I slip a couple of fingers inside her, coating myself with her juices. Her cunt quivers around me at the penetration and her breath catches. Her head lifts, I think to see what I am doing, and her eyes meet mine, widening once more as she sees me sucking my fingers clean.

She’s lemony and fresh, scented of musk and a trace of the rose-perfumed soap that’s in the bathroom.

“You taste wonderful, Charlotte,” I say. “Soon you will taste of me when I come inside you, but first...”

She doesn’t know what she wants...

So, it’s for me to take her measure...

How hard can I make you scream, Jade-Eyes?

I breathe over her, laving her cunt and clit and vulva with warm breath, and again she squirms, her moans growing louder.

Her pussy is in full flow now. I think she’s as aroused as she’s going to be without something more direct from me.

Wrapping my mouth around her clit, sucking gently, I mouthe at her with the softest part of my lips. She bucks and screams, and I seize her hips in a firm hold.

Too much?

Yes, too much... Tone it down...

The tip of her bud is too sensitive, but I find a delicate tender spot between the root of her clit and the soft skin of her pussy which I probe and work with my tongue-tip.

With my hands grasping her at the hips, I spread my fingers to feel her belly muscles. Every quiver and pulse transmits through to me and I can gauge her reaction to everything I do as she becomes louder and more noisy, her moans turning to wails.

Taking time for my own enjoyment, I lap at the wet heat of her now hot and engorged pussy. She’s flooding...

Shouldn’t have any problems when I’m ready to get inside her...

Fuck, but I’m looking forward to having my cock in there...

The pillow I used to support her hips is barely necessary now; she’s arching and straining, and her weight abruptly transfers to her feet across my shoulders as her body tenses.

She’s on the build to climax. Her whole body is vibrating, and her wails are becoming louder.

My angle is awkward for it, but with my mouth capping her lips and clit, I finger-fuck her, spreading my fingers to stretch her in the way that women seem to enjoy so much.

For a moment, she freezes, poised on the edge...

There she blows...

... and she judders into orgasm, screaming.

Taking a breath, I plunge my tongue into her, as deeply as I can, swiping out inside her against pulsing muscles. My face pressed in hard against her, I extend the moment as long as I can while she howls and thrashes against me.

Her grasp on the bedhead forgotten, her fingers gripping into my skull, she rides the wave, until...

“Stop! Stop! Please, Master...”

I withdraw, pulling in a deep lungful of air and wiping her delicious juices from my nose and chin.

Legs dangling over the edge of the bed, she’s still in orgasm, her eyes squeezed closed, whimpering as she shudders and twitches. I smile as I watch her hands, waving in the air as though she’s trying to grasp hold of something, not knowing what to do with them.

Slowly, her cries die down, and her gasps for air diminish to mere heavy breathing.

I think we can call that a success...

I feel outlandishly pleased with myself.

I don’t think she’ll forget that in a hurry...

I certainly won’t...

Her eyes flicker open, staring at the ceiling at first. She’s clearly completely spaced out. Sitting beside her on the bed, I wait for her to descend, to return to the same planet as me. Eventually, her eyes flick to me, pupils huge, black in jade.

“So, you enjoyed your first orgasm?”

She nods, then twitches...

A bit of afterburn?

Even better...

“Yes. It was wonderful, Master.”

She looks utterly languid, relaxed back against the sheets. Her skin is sheened in perspiration, her hair spread in a fan of flame around her. Her breasts and stomach are still flushed and, her legs still draped over the edge, thighs parted, I can see her sopping pussy...

Waiting for me...

Time to be fucked, Green-Eyes...

My cock twitches, wanting to be inside her, and my balls are tight and pressured. Her eyes widen as she sees my readiness and a trace of fear flashes across her face, quickly masked.

Be easy with her...

... but she’s ripe...

“Stay there,” I say. “Just relax. Your body is as ready for me as it’s ever going to be.”

Still pillow-raised at the hip, she arches back as I ease her knees wider, positioning myself.

The tension’s back in her, and she’s trembling again...

Arousal, or fear?

My cock nudges against her, twitching deliciously as it brushes against the heat and wetness of her clit and lips. The head pressing to her entrance, she tensions...

They always tell girls this is going to hurt the first time...

... but why should it, if they’re prepared...?

And I lean in, wrapping my arms around to support her a little, draw her in closer. I stroke her beautiful hair, kiss her.

“Shhh... Calm down. It’s alright...”

And slowly, carefully, I guide myself inside her, but only just. My cockhead pushing against her inner muscle, I push in, then withdraw, penetrate and withdraw, a little deeper each time, opening her.

As I enter her, she arches, drawing in her breath. She's whimpering, but I don't think I'm hurting her. It sounds like moans of pleasure as I fill her.

She's tight and warm and slick, and her pussy grips me as I penetrate.

God, but that's good...

It feels incredible. And she’s not trembling now, her tension dispersed. With me fully sheathed inside her, she’s showing no signs of distress or discomfort. Instead, she’s panting again, her pelvis quivering against me.

That’s it, Green-Eyes...

I increase my rhythm, watching her all the time, but she's fine. Stepping up the pace, I thrust harder, and then harder again...

And then, quite suddenly, she seems to get it...

Her hips swing up, her legs wrapping around me as she contours herself to my body, and now she rocks with me, matching my movement as I plunge into her. Yelling and shouting, almost laughing, she rides with me, inviting me in further, harder, deeper. It must surely be hurting her, but she doesn’t seem to care, urging me on, welcoming me as our bodies collide.

Her eyes open, seeing me. I’m rising to release but retain enough self-control to speak.

“Are you alright, Charlotte?”

“Yes, Master, I’m fine.” Her smile is broad, her face lit with joy and lust and laughter. She reaches for me, open-mouthed to kiss me, her hands around my back and shoulders, nails digging in.

The tension in me climbs, that pressure/heat/electric that tightens the balls and stiffens the cock and sets the heart pounding. It’s coming and there’s no stopping it.

And dropping my head to her chest, groaning, I spurt and spill into her. My climax is explosive, exquisite, and like nothing I’ve ever had before...

... before, gasping for breath, I simply drop down onto her.

...

...

A gentleman takes his own weight...

Lifting my bulk from her, I withdraw and then roll to lie beside her.

I want to sing, but instead, I kiss her, her chin held between my fingers.

“Charlotte, thank you. That was unforgettable.”

She’s still smiling. “Master. Thank you. I was so nervous. But... you made it, just so...” She’s awkward for a moment, hesitant. “Can we just lie here for a few minutes? Is that okay?”

It surely is Jade-Eyes. What more could I have asked of you...?

“Of course it is. We’ll just enjoy the moment shall we.”

I hold her in a loose embrace, our naked bodies still entwined.

Incredibly, I’m feeling an emotion I’ve not felt for years, had all but forgotten...

... tenderness.

How long is it since I felt like this?

Years...

Decades?

“No regrets, Charlotte?”

“No, Master. None.”

She must be tired. Give her the chance...

“That’s good. Now, we have six days ahead of us. Would you like to sleep now?”

“Yes, I think I would.”

Indeed, her eyes are drooping already.

“You do that then. I have some phone calls to make.”

Rising, I leave her to crawl under the sheets. When I look back into the room a few minutes later, she’s sound asleep, barely covered by the blankets, but with a sea of red hair flowing over shoulders and breasts.

A pang strikes through me of...

... of what?

You’ve only just met the girl. Grow up, Man...

I’m in unfamiliar territory. I’d forgotten what it’s like to feel this way.

How long ago was it that being with Marlene ever did this to me? Or any other woman?

Tugging the blankets over her, I pull the door almost closed, but not quite.

In the lounge, I pour myself a finger of malt and tap my phone screen. Almost immediately there is a reply.

“Michael?”

“Yes?” His voice is chilly.

“I wanted to let you know that she’s here.”

There is a long pause before, “You went through with it then?”

“Yes, I did. Listen...”

I need to get him on-side with me on this...

“... I almost didn’t, because I was thinking about what you said, about the morality of it, her age and everything...”

“You didn’t actually let it stop you though...”

“No, but... I was getting up to leave. Then I saw that Finchby was there. He was bidding on her.”

“Finchby? Who...?” For a moment his voice is puzzled, then, “Finchby! That bastard from down by the docks that beats the girls ‘til they deliver?”

“Yes. Him. He was bidding for Charlotte, and he looked set to win the auction...”

There’s horror in his voice. “Christ! What would have happened to her if...”

“Exactly, I may not be every maiden’s dream, but I’m a pussycat compared to him.”

Michael sighs down the phone. “Okay, so you’ve got her, and you fucked her. Is she alright?”

“Yes, everything’s okay. She’s fine.”

There is another drawn-out silence, then, “What does okay mean?”

He’s still not happy with me...

“It means... she’s here and...”

“... And what? You have fucked her?”

“Yes.”

“And she’s definitely alright?”

“Yes. She’s asleep now, but...”

“You believe she was a virgin? The real thing?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Please tell me you took it easy on her.”

“Of course I did. I made it as good for her as I could.”

There is another silence. “Did she come?”

“Spectacularly.”

Another silence, then, “You think she really enjoyed it?”

“Yes, I really think she did, at least after she stopped being scared silly of me. I did everything I could think of to calm her down.”

Another pause, then, “Did the photos lie?” The voice is mellowing.

“Yes, they did. The photos don’t do her justice. Michael, she’s beautiful. She is absolutely stunning. You wouldn’t believe how beautiful without seeing her.”

“Really?” Sounding still more relaxed, his anger is draining away.

“Yes, really... Look, I know you’re not happy with me about this, but why don’t you join us for breakfast. Then you can meet her and judge for yourself. And you can decide from there...”

“Decide what?”

“Decide... if you want to join me... us...”

“You mean, decide whether she should be gang-banged?” The edge to his tone is back.

“It wouldn’t be like that. I asked her, Michael. I thought about what you’d said, and I asked her, at the auction, before we left.”

There is another long pause, then, “You asked her what, exactly?”

“Listen, she’s done what she’s done, auctioned herself, because she’s raising money to go to college. I asked her if she wanted to make more money by having more than just me involved. She's not a child. She's twenty-two and she knows her own mind. She's got real grit and she wants to earn money because she’s funding her own future. I gave her the choice, Michael.”

“You really gave her the choice? You didn’t demand her obedience because you’ve paid for her?”

“Not for that, no.” He’s still hesitating. “Look, Michael. I want you to be involved. You were right about what you said. I’m probably the wrong man to be doing this with her, but we are where we are and...”

“Yes? And?”

“And... you’re much gentler with women than I am, and a better judge of people. And she is... well not a virgin anymore, but without the experience to know how things work. And because I’ve bought her, even if I tell her she can, she probably wouldn’t give her safe words if she needed to. So, I want you to do it for her if you think what’s going on is too much.”

Another long and pregnant silence, then... “I still have reservations about this.”

“Fair enough. I’m simply asking that you come to meet her, to judge for yourself.”

“Alright, I’ll see you in the morning. Message me when you’re at breakfast.”

And without ado, the phone clicks dead.

*****

Despite the temptation to step naked back into the sheets with her, I sleep in the other bedroom, giving Charlotte the privacy I think she probably would prefer. I’d like to ‘spoon’ around her, but on reflection, letting her have a good night’s sleep will make the following day a better experience for both of us...

‘All’ of us...?

The following morning, I rise and shower, then make a pot of coffee. With my own cup and an extra, seating myself on the end of the bed, I watch her, and I wait. If she wakes in her own time, she should feel better today.

A finger of sunlight slants through the curtains, edging across the room as I sip the coffee, simply looking at my flame-haired Sleeping Beauty, her tresses spilling across the cream satin sheets, framing her pale face.

Her nostrils flare and I suck in a grin.

Nothing like the smell of coffee to grab the attention...

As her eyes open, fixing on me, “Coffee?” I smile.

She smiles, yawning and stretching. "I'd love some." Sitting up as I pour, she brushes errant red locks away from her face.

How is she?

Certainly not stressed...

Her hair is all over, and I should have insisted that she shower last night. The remains of her make-up have gone AWOL over her face.

First time I’ve ever seen a green-eyed panda...

And yet you are still utterly beautiful...

"How are you this morning?"

She wraps her hands around the cup, sipping. "I'm fine, I think."

Really?

“Try walking around a bit. See if you still feel fine. Your insides took a pounding last night; a pounding they’re not used to.”

She creaks her way out of the bed, raising herself gingerly and wincing as she moves. There’s a stiffness around her pelvis which I know I’m responsible for.

"A warm bath again, perhaps?” I suggest, “To relax you a little."

"Er, yes. I think so."

"Take your time. The hotel does an excellent breakfast, and they'll be serving for the next couple of hours."

She stands slowly, stiff at the hips, her movements awkward as she tries to move, her natural grace eclipsed.

Have I hurt her?

She’s bruised inside certainly. That bath will help.

Finally upright, naked, despite her dishevelment, her complete disarray, she still looks astonishing. Her hair is in rampant escape, her mascara panda-eyed and she smells of sex and sweat and me. But her long limbs, her perfect figure....

She sees me looking at her and, very obviously, is suddenly conscious of her nakedness. Her face twists and reflexively, she tries to cover herself, one hand dropping to her loins, the other moving to her breasts. Then she remembers herself, that she is my ‘property’ for the week and uncovers, but she’s blushing and looks away.

Poor kid, you really don’t know yet how to be naked with a man, do you?

I’m a stranger to her...

Give her a break...

I pull a bathrobe from its hook and toss it across to her. She nods me an embarrassed smile and heads, walking like a clockwork toy, for the bathroom.

Making another pot of coffee, I kill some time going over timetables and targets for the Haswell Contract. I’m getting the benefits, so I’d better get on with the work.

Twenty minutes later she emerges in a cloud of perfumed steam, looking as fresh and innocent as a newly picked daisy. “More coffee?” I ask. “Before we go down to breakfast?”

“Mmm, lovely.”

She knocks back about another half-pint of the strong black stuff I enjoy, wandering around the apartment, looking at the views, checking out the bookshelves.

She’s not just beautiful; she’s charming too, with the kind of fresh-faced enthusiasm you normally only see in small children who are at that stage when they are just beginning to explore the world and everything is interesting.

I try not to be too obvious about it...

Don’t want to weird her out...

... but I can’t keep my eyes off her. I just want to watch her, to enjoy looking at her.

Time to get on with the day. I tap into my phone.

Going down to breakfast now.

OK c u 20 mins

"Ready to eat?” I ask her.

And now she grins. "Yes. Definitely."

In the breakfast hall, she piles her tray with a huge amount of food: cereals, fruit juice, bacon, sausages, tomatoes, mushrooms and eggs, toast and marmalade.

"Do you eat like that all the time?"

She turns pink, looking a little embarrassed. "Yes, I'm lucky. I don't put on weight easily, but then I do a lot of exercise."

“It shows. Your body is beautifully toned. What kind of exercise?”

“I walk a lot; swim and ride. Other things too, yoga, tennis, a bit of self-defence stuff.”

And as I am about to reply, Michael appears by our table.

*****

Michael

I enter the hotel dining room where, at the far side of the room, I can see James seated at a table with the girl.

Neither has seen me, and I don't announce myself. I want first to see how she is, how she’s reacting to him. Certainly, on the face of it, it seems I have no cause to worry. She's laughing and joking with him, with a huge plate of food in front of her.

Well, she’s not scared if she’s eating like that...

There’s an odd expression on her face.

What is it?

Admiration? Adoration? Worship?

She may have only just met him a day ago, but whatever happened last night, she’s not in fear of him...

Time to introduce myself...

Trying to seem casual, I walk up to the table and the girl turns to me, looks up into my face...

... and I find myself lost in the emerald gaze of Charlotte....

For the shortest of moments, words escape me, as I simply gaze into those eyes. Then I really look at her

Oh, my God...

She is stunning.

She’s wearing no make-up and needs none. Her skin is like alabaster and that hair... even captured in a ponytail as it is, the colour glows in the subdued lighting of the dining room.

James looks up at me with the cock of a brow and a ‘Told you!’ look to him, then, "May I introduce Michael. He will be joining us later today."

She nods, her mouth full of bacon and eggs, then James’ meaning suddenly penetrates. Her gaze drops down and away, every inch the mien of the shy young girl.

"Michael and I know each other of old," says James. "We are long-time friends and we... share... things sometimes."

She doesn’t know where to look. I don’t think she’s distressed, but she doesn’t know how to react, what the correct response is.

Help her out here. Smooth things along...

I hold out my hand to her. "Lovely to meet you, Charlotte. I can see James here still has the knack of picking the lookers."

Oh, God... I sound like some fourteen-year-old with a book of guaranteed chat-up lines...

But it seems to break the ice. She stands, smiling, to take my hand and I hold her very lightly at the shoulders to kiss her on the cheek.

And as I do so, close to her, I scent her arousal.

Wow!

She flushes, looking away again. Sitting hastily, she hides behind her coffee cup.

"Are you joining us for breakfast?" asks James.

"Just a coffee for now. I'll not overstay my welcome. I just wanted to introduce myself to Charlotte, so that she can get used to the idea of me."

She looks up, a little tentatively, first at me, then at James who drops her half a wink and she visibly relaxes, the tension easing from her muscles.

I’m impressed.

Didn’t think you had it in you, my friend...

She returns to her food, not joining the conversation, but clearly listening and apparently enjoying herself.

I scout around for some neutral topic of conversation.

“Don’t know if you knew, James, but Marcie's got herself a new man, down at the Club.”

He snorts. “What, another one?”

“Yeah, a wannabe Dom.”

“Wannabe?”

“Yeah, Name of Steve. Just a loudmouth and bully actually. I don’t think he knows what it really takes. Most of the girls are wise to him and won’t go near him, but Marcie seems to be impressed by his charms.”

“She never changes, does she?”

I shrug. “I don't care so long as it keeps her off me.”

“She being a nuisance again?” he chuckles.

“Oh, you have no idea,” I say. “Sometimes I think I can’t walk down the street without running into the woman. Then I discover she’s bought a gym membership and I can’t avoid her...”

He laughs. “Ever the huntress...”

“Well hopefully, Steve can keep her occupied elsewhere for a while.”

Charlotte is looking a little vacant. Of course, she has no idea who these people are that we’re talking about. Conscious that I’ve done what I came to do, I decide that it’s time to move along for now.

"Gotta go. I'll see you both later." I flash her a smile and a wink and leave. Turning, I catch James’ eye, and nod an acknowledgement.

I’ll be back.

Then, I call by the bathrooms to adjust my pants, which have become unaccountably tight.

*****

James

Michael leaves, and Charlotte doesn’t see him as he turns to look back at her. His expression is strange, but then he glances back at me, nods, turns and goes.

What’s he thinking?

I return my attention to her.

How is she? What’s in her mind?

She doesn’t appear to be panicking, just thoughtful.

"Alright, Charlotte?"

She swallows hard but, "I think so, yes. He seems... very nice."

“Yes, he is. That's why I chose him for today. You will, by the way, find if you check your bank account, that it has swelled overnight. You will be earning quite a bit more towards those college costs of yours.”

No need to tell her right now that it’s not from Michael...

She’s staring at the table-top, putting a brave face on it, but I think struggling a little.  “Er... can I ask what we will be doing?”

Keep her calm...

But be truthful...

“We’re all going to play together this evening. I think you’re going to have fun. But, as I say, that’s for this evening...”

Time to relax her again...

“... Is there anything you would particularly like to do today?”

She looks baffled. Plainly, she had not expected to be asked something like that. Her mouth opens and closes a couple of times, but no words come out.

What to do?

She was still walking a little stiffly as we came down to breakfast. The bath has helped, but she needs to limber up a bit.

Some sort of light exercise...

“A trip out somewhere perhaps? It’s a beautiful day. Do you like picnics? On the beach maybe?”

Her face brightens. “I love picnics, yes. But perhaps somewhere up in the mountains? It will be hot by the beach.”

“Good idea. Finish your breakfast. I’ll go order us a packed lunch.”

In Reception, I order a hamper, the best one they have available...

... Let’s pamper her a bit...

When I return to the table, Charlotte is nowhere to be seen.

Gone back to the apartment perhaps...

... No, I have the key...

I’m scanning the room, walking in circles, when I spot her in a small lounge off to one side. The hotel has set it up as a library area and she’s there working her way through the bookshelves, pulling out various volumes.

“Charlotte?”

She startles, flushing and looking worried. “Sorry, Master. I lost track of time. Were you looking for me for long?”

“No, just a couple of minutes.”

“It won’t happen again.”

“I’m pleased to hear it. Shall we go and dress for our day out?”

She slips the book in her hand back into its slot on the shelves. “Of course, Master. Um... what would you like me to wear?”

“Anything you’re comfortable in. I’m going to wear jeans and a tee-shirt. I suggest you do the same.”

I hold out my arm, indicating the door and she brushes past me, still with small circles of colour to her cheeks. As she leaves, I take a quick look at the book she just put back.

‘The Blind Watchmaker’ by Richard Dawkins...

... Not exactly bedtime reading...

Not just a pretty face then...

It’s a glorious day, with brilliant blue skies and bright sunshine. Charlotte’s idea of having our picnic in the mountains turns out to be a good one and I drive up to a spot I know overlooking a lake. Sitting out on high meadows and taking in the fresh air is sheer tonic to the soul.

And as it turns out, my jade-eyed ‘guest’ is surprisingly good company. Except for the clubs, I’ve had very little female companionship for the last few years, and on those occasions, I wasn’t doing much talking. And before then, married to Marlene, she spent more time screeching at me than speaking. Also, Charlotte’s choice of reading is making me aware that she has more about her than just a lovely body and face.

I mustn’t knuckle under to my own prejudices; that a woman cannot be both beautiful and intelligent.

Beautiful, intelligent and brave...

“So, what are you planning on studying at university, Charlotte?”

“Physics, Master.” She sounds a little shy, as though I might scold her for it.

Why would that be? She thinks I would disapprove?

Or somebody else has?

“Really? Why physics, Charlotte? What made that your choice?”

“There’s so much to know, Master. I want to learn it all.” She pauses, staring at the grass. “Sorry, does that sound silly or conceited?”

“No, not at all. Which university are you going to?”

She pauses, her face away from mine, swallowing her words, and I realise my error.

“My apologies, Charlotte. That was wrong of me.” She glances up at me speculatively, her body stiffening. “You don’t have to worry,” I continue. “I’ll not come trying to hunt you down after your week is done. I don’t want you to be afraid of me, and I shouldn’t have asked you for personal information.”

She relaxes, smiling. “Sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to come across like that. And no, I’m not afraid of you. Your behaviour last night told me a lot about you. I know I'm lucky that you were my buyer.”

She holds my eyes, her gaze steady. “I already believe you’re a good man. I’ll do my best to please you this week; to give you value for your money.”

Her words take me by surprise. I’d not expected her to be so forthright.

Return the courtesy... Be straight with her...

“I'm going to stretch you, you know.”

“I know, and that's alright. With what you've paid, I think you're entitled to a bit of stretching.”

What the fuck do I say to that?

Time to lighten the mood...

“Shall we eat?” I suggest.

Her enthusiasm returns. “I’d love to, Master.”

The hotel made an excellent job of the hamper they out together. Of course, I did specify that I wanted something special, and they’re being paid well for it, but what I really smile at is Charlotte’s appetite. Despite her huge breakfast, she attacks smoked salmon, strawberries and champagne with gusto.

And she relaxes again.

“So, you said the apartment isn’t your home, Master. You don’t live in the City then?” Then she looks worried. “Sorry, do you mind my asking something like that?”

“Not at all, Charlotte. Ask what you like. I’m not in the same position as you. And I’m not worried about your knowing who I am.”

She’s still eating, packing away cheese and crackers like a champion. She swallows and wipes a few crumbs from the edge of her lips.

How on earth do you eat like that and stay that shape?

“Is something funny, Master?”

“I’m agog at your appetite, for food that is.”

“Sorry, Master. I don’t often get a chance to eat like this.”

Mmmm...

“Don’t worry about it, Charlotte. To answer your question, no, I don’t live in the City right now, although I am thinking of buying a permanent home there.”

“So, where is ‘home’? Do you visit the City a lot?”

What to say?

Avoid the question...

“I travel for my business. I simply rented that apartment for this week because I was hoping I would win the bidding for you.”

Is she going to ask about me?

Why would she? I’m just the man who bought her...

“So, there’s no ‘Mrs James’ out there, then?” She laughs. “I’m not going to have some jealous wife or girlfriend coming after me?”

“No, don’t worry about that. I was married, but I’m divorced now. These days, I like to keep my personal life uncomplicated. I don’t want to be tied anymore.”

Her eyes widen. “Have there been others? Before me I mean? Have you done this before?”

Well, she was bound to ask that, wasn’t she...

“I suppose that’s a natural question. No, I haven’t done this before; literally buying a woman...”

Should I tell her? How much of an impact she made on me in that brochure?

Tread carefully. Don’t put her in the Twilight Zone...

I take her hand. “... You are unique in that way, Charlotte, and in other ways too, I think.”

She frowns. “I’m not sure what you mean?”

“Very few women, especially a young woman like you, would have had the sheer nerve to do what you have done. I admire you for it...”

Enough already...

I purposely stretch, yawning widely.

“... We have an appointment with Michael. Shall we go?”

*****

Michael

I’m still in two minds about James’ venture. On the one hand, Charlotte seemed comfortable this morning. On the other, the idea of having paid for her...

It just doesn’t sit comfortably with me.

But those eyes...

At the Centre, I’m busy, but through the day the image of her face keeps returning to me; that startled, wide-eyed look as she looked up at me and took in James’ meaning as he introduced me.

But she seemed bashful, shy; not scared. Certainly, she wasn’t afraid of James.

And he’s asking me to... what? Supervise? Oversee?

And that hair...

I’d love to fuck with you...

My phone pings. It’s James.

on our way back to hotel. u goin to come?

Temptation battles with conscience.

Temptation wins.

yes. wot time?

c u 40 minutes lobby

ok. she good?

yes. all good

I shower down and put on a clean shirt and pants, then make my way to the hotel.

It’s not a long wait. Five minutes after I arrive, James appears at the door with Charlotte on his arm. They’re dressed casually, in jeans and tee-shirts and she has that clean-faced been-out-in-the-fresh-air look about her.

Standing to greet them, “Hello, James. Good evening, Charlotte. You had a good day I hope?”

“Yes, lovely.” Charlotte is doing her best to smile, but her voice comes out as a squeak and she is looking anywhere except at my face.

I meet James’ eyes, asking the question, but he seems quite relaxed, simply flashing his brows at me.

In the elevator, I try not to be too obvious about watching her. It’s not difficult as she still won’t look at me.

Yesterday you were a virgin and now you’re expecting to have sex with two together...

But still, she doesn’t seem stressed; simply expectant, poised... and shy.

In the privacy of the apartment, James gestures her through to the bathroom. His manner is firm with her, but not bullying.

“You will find some clothes in there that I would like you to wear.”

He’s making it clear that she’s expected to do as she’s told, but she accepts it happily enough, nods and vanishes. As the door closes, he moves around the room lighting candles, then turns off the main light and goes through to what I assume is a bedroom.

As he returns, the two of us alone now for the first time since he bought her, “So, tell me?”

He nods, holding up a bottle of red and a glass towards me, cocking his head in question.

“Yes, I will, thanks. But now, tell me.”

He glances at the bathroom door, keeping his voice low. “After you and I... had words... the other day, I took on board what you said. About her age, her inexperience, the ethics of all this. But... I’d already paid the deposit to attend the auction, so I went to look anyway. Michael...” He paces up and down, rubbing the back of his neck. “Michael... when she came up to the podium, she had me spellbound. I mean, you’ve seen her now. You must see why?” He glances at me.

“Of course I can see it.”

He nods, looking a little more comfortable. “She’d got me, but I didn’t bid. I just watched what was happening. And gods, but was she scared. It was written all over her. She was really frightened. And your words kept running through my head. In the end, I decided you were right and I was about to leave. But as I stood up, I saw Finchby was bidding on her, and I went for it...”

He hesitates...

Asking for my approval...?

“Dare I ask how much you’ve paid?”

He looks sheepish. “Um... I’d rather you didn’t. Let’s say that she’s being well enough recompensed that I have no qualms about asking her to do anything you or I would like her to.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“And last night? You think you got the real thing? A virgin?”

“Yes, I do.”

His face softens to an expression I simply don’t associate with James. “Was it good?” I ask.

His eyes meet mine, alight. “Michael, it was spectacular... And not just for me. She enjoyed it too. I’m sure she did. I did everything I could think of to relax her and make it as good for her as I could.”

The bathroom door clicks open and hesitating on the threshold, Charlotte reappears, in the ‘clothes’ that James instructed.

In truth, I think James has told her to wear them simply so she feels more comfortable, because they hide nothing; in a sheer, translucent wrap and stockings, her body is quite visible through the fabric; the curve of her breasts, the line of her waist and hip, the splash of red at her loins. Her hair is brushed long and loose; her face is elaborately made up and she wears a heavy jewelled collar at her neck.

And she looks simply amazing, utterly breath-taking.

She hovers at the door, clearly nervous again.

James meets my eyes and as he offers her wine, together we switch on our smiles.

“Relax a little, Charlotte,” he says. “You look beautiful. Come join us. Let us look at you.”

She doesn’t speak, sipping wine. I think the glass gives her something to do with her hands.

There is a full-length mirror on one of the walls. James guides her to it and I follow, wondering what is in his mind. For all our years-long friendship, I’m seeing a new side to him.

Standing behind her, he holds her lightly at the shoulders, pointing her to her own reflection, which flickers gold in the candlelight.

“Look at yourself, Charlotte. Don’t you think you are beautiful? Imagine how I feel, having you here. How Michael feels.” His voice is soft and low. James has a cultured voice anyway, with the kind of deep tones that women love. Speaking well comes naturally to him, but now I see him using it deliberately; seducing her... enticing her...

He doesn’t just want her. He wants her to want him...

And me...

My cock is stirring, but I resist my own arousal.

Take it easy...

As she looks at her own reflection, James and I visible behind her, Charlotte’s lips part and her eyes grow large.

James meets my gaze again, eye-pointing me. We each take her by an arm, guiding her.

The room James has chosen is mirrored, again lit by candles and contains little but a very large bed. And I’ve got to admit, it looks lovely. Charlotte looks around the room, her eyes wide as she sees herself, James and I in a thousand reflections.

Is this standard hotel fare?

Or did he pay to have it installed for the week?

How much has he paid for all this?

And he couldn’t even have been sure he would win the bidding...

Does he want to play it as we normally do? I think he does. I follow his lead as we position her between us, he before her, me behind. I keep a soft hold on her myself, my hands resting on her hips.

James is being careful with her; I can see the difference. Normally, with a woman like this between us, he would be being forceful, but Charlotte, he pulls gently towards him, brushing his lips against hers before he turns her, presenting her to me.

She’s not scared; I can see that, so I open my mouth over hers, and her breathing hitches.

“Watch yourself,” murmurs James, his hands resting on her waist. “And us. Watch yourself in the mirrors. See what we are doing to you. Watch what you do to us.”

His eyes meet mine in signal and I untie the belt of her translucent robe, sliding the silky garment away from her to leave her all but naked between us.

Her sheer beauty is captivating. Her skin, so pale, is gilded by the candlelight, contrasting against my tan as my hands, and James’ too, glide over her. He cups her breasts, presenting them to me as I stoop to suckle at her nipples, deep bronze in the glimmer-glow.

Still, she feels relaxed; no tension to her and I have no sense of any discomfort; so I allow my hands to roam her flat stomach, the vee of her thighs, her curls which, even redder in the dim lighting, glisten moistly with her growing arousal.

And she is arousing...

James leaves her to me, taking a seat to watch as I drop to my knees, exploring her with fingers and tongue. Her sex is growing pungent and her thighs slick.

“Charlotte,” says James, “turn a little. I want to see you.”

As I follow her movement, he continues, “Good girl. Now play with your nipples. Pinch them and roll them. Get them hard for me.”

And she responds to his words. As he speaks, a flood of wet heat flows over my fingers, and her pussy is swelling and unfolding.

You’re a true Sub, aren’t you... You’re enjoying being controlled...

She’s beginning to judder at the hip, and as I push up and in to rub at her front wall, she staggers, squealing.

“What...? How...?”

I chuckle to myself.

So that’s one thing James didn’t do last night...

“It’s your g-spot, Charlotte,” I tell her. “I love making women jump that way; more so when they don’t expect it.”

I pull back, so I can watch her face while I work her inside with my fingers. She clearly doesn’t know how to handle it. Inside, she is twitching and clutching around me, but unable to stand, she loses her balance, grabbing at my shoulders as she totters.

“That’s okay, Charlotte,” I say. “Lean on me. Let’s get you nice and liquid before James and I fuck you.”

And as I speak, she floods again. She’s so responsive, so open. Her pussy is coming alive around my fingers, welling hot and slippery, her juices running over my hand and her thighs.

Time to work you up a bit more...

My fingers still playing her, her flesh dancing to my tune, I start to thumb at her clit. She’s losing all control, her knees and hips quivering and bucking.

“Time to get you off your feet, I think. What do you reckon, James?”

“Couldn’t agree more.”

I stand to meet James as, together, we sweep her onto the bed. She’s smiling widely as we pull her to kneel upright between us. James pulls her back against himself, supporting her against his chest, his fingers opening her to me, scissoring between her lips to offer me her cunt and clit.

He whispers something to her, his face pressed close by hers and she opens her legs to me, parting her knees wide.

My erection is pressing hard inside my clothes. It’s becoming uncomfortable and I’m going to have to undress soon. And as I drop between her thighs to taste her, James, all the while, is talking quietly to her.

“Watch him. Watch his tongue curl around your clit. Look in the mirrors. He’s tasting you; your sweet pussy. Just as I did last night. As I’m going to again in a little while, when he has made you ready for me. Are you wet, Charlotte?”

Her reply is choked, barely coherent. She’s in full flow and I lap and lick at her lemony, briny nectar. With every movement of my tongue, she quakes and trembles. I’d like to tongue-fuck her, but I don’t have the angle to reach her properly. James sees this.

“Can you support yourself on your feet? Lift your hips upwards?” he says to her. “I’ll help support you.”

“I think so, Master.”

“Good, one, two, now.” James heaves, lifting her, simultaneously parting her legs further.

I can’t help but smile as I look up, then return my attention to the beautiful pink, swollen and glistening pussy now perfectly presented to me.

“Excellent,” says James. “Now he can really get at you. But you’re not allowed to cum. Not yet. Do you understand? You can’t cum yet. I want to watch you a while longer.”

She hesitates, then sounding doubtful, says, “I think so, Master, but I’m not sure how to stop it.” And now, with real access to her, I’m swiping deep inside her, licking her out, swiping inside her wet heat and the salty, citrus tang of her, as her flesh quivers and shakes around me.

“Don’t worry. I’ll stop it. And so will Michael. You’re not going to cum until you’ve earned it.”

“How do I earn it, Master?” Her voice is breathy, trembling.

He chuckles. “You going to suck us both off, and you’re going to fuck and be fucked by both of us.” As he speaks, Charlotte responds, her body flexing almost by the word from him. His words are working havoc on her and there is a rising tension in her flesh. Her orgasm is imminent and if James overdoes it, playing with her head...

“Tell me, Charlotte,” he continues. “Which of us do you want to cum in your mouth?”

She spasms into climax, pelvis bucking, and gushing over my face.  Grabbing a tight hold of her hips, I press in, sucking and mouthing at her, stretching it out for her as she screams and strains between us. She tastes wonderful, and the pungency of her orgasm washes over me as she rides the wave, wailing as she struggles against my grip.

As the moment passes, James, sounding a trifle disgruntled, mutters, “So much for self-control. You weren’t supposed to do that, Charlotte, but I’ll forgive you since I pushed you over the edge myself. Now, to repeat my question, which of us is going to cum in your mouth, Charlotte? Your choice.”

Still panting, her chest heaving, she says “I don’t know, Master.”

“Not a good answer. Let’s see if we can help. Michael, if you would...”

I don’t hesitate. It is so transparent that she is not afraid of us. And my cock is pulsing for action. Pulling her forward by the wrists onto all fours, I position her so she can see me. Then, standing, I undress, letting her watch as I do so.

Her eyes follow my every movement, pupils large and black in their emerald setting. And James watches her watching me.

“Like what you see?” I ask.

Climaxed or not, she’s still aroused. She nods, panting, her eyes roaming my body, drawn to my erection.

James is also undressing. “Enjoying yourself, Charlotte?” he asks. “I said I’d look after you. If you’re going to fuck for fucking’s sake, it might as well be with someone good-looking.”

Her eyes are fixed on my cock.

You want it? You’ve got it...

As I present myself to her, James is spearing her from behind, one hand twisting into her hair, pulling her head back.

“Open wide, Charlotte,” he says.

She misses his meaning, opening her legs wider, and our eyes meet as we both grin at her misunderstanding.

“Good girl,” he says, “but I meant at the other end.”

As he thrusts in hard, she gasps, her lips parting and I press against her mouth, but I don’t try to push in. I should have thought to ask earlier, but she doesn’t look as if she did this with James yesterday. This is her first time at giving head.

“Suck it, Charlotte,” says James. “Lick it.”

She looks daunted. I’ve never really thought about it before, but I suppose the size of an erect penis could be alarming to a woman, at least when she’s being asked to get her mouth around it. I hold my position, letting her set the pace.

She laps at my cockhead, not exactly timidly, but with an air of experimentation.

And it feels amazing.

Why should it feel different to any other time when some woman has done me the favour of giving me fellatio?

Her inexperience? Her beauty? Her willingness to try?

I don’t know, but as her warm tongue laves me, it shudders through, tightening my balls and leaving me gasping for air. I’m streaming...

You’ve never tasted pre-cum before either, have you...

But she laps it up, seeming to enjoy it, all the while trying to stay in physical contact with me, despite having James pumping her from behind, rocking her body to and fro.

He’s watching her, his hands kneading at her ass as he fucks her. But his eyes are soft, and he’s smiling as he watches her.

“Very good, Charlotte,” he says.

This isn’t the James I’m used to...

And now, happy that she’s comfortable with me, I press in. My erection is pressured, my cock rock-hard and her jaw strains as she opens wider to take me. Slowly, very slowly, I thrust, as softly as I can, to gently face-fuck this red-haired beauty.

She’s beginning to struggle, her green eyes raising to meet mine as my stream increases and she struggles to swallow.

“Feel like a change, Michael?” asks James.

“Abso-fuckin-lutley.”

As we both pull free of her, exchanging our positions, James says, “I think I’ve decided, Charlotte. I’m going to be the one who comes in your mouth. But first, you have to lick me clean. Let’s get you trained up a little in the gentle art of cock-sucking.”

To her rear, I push into wet heat, penetrating her, thrusting slowly.

“Feel that, Charlotte?” says James, presenting his shaft to her face. “That’s Michael fucking you up the cunt. I know his habits; he won’t let himself cum until he’s watched me shoot into your mouth. How do you feel about that?”

Her body shivers and quakes at his words, clutches me. Gripping her hips, I keep myself steady, but all the while, her hot pussy snatches at my shaft. She is really enjoying this...

“I’m not sure, Master,” she says, but as I grit my teeth, trying to keep my control, James locks eyes with me, seeing my struggle...

“Now you know that’s not true, Charlotte,” he says. “We both saw how you just reacted. You might be a late starter, but you’re as turned on as we are by this. You’re not a virgin now. You can release your inner whore, and enjoy being fucked by two guys at once.”

He’s no longer presenting himself to her. Instead, controlling her with a hand fisted into her hair, he guides her mouth over his shaft. “Lick me clean.” It’s not a request. He’s sounding much more like the Dom he is, and seeing her reaction to the pair of us, I’m not going to try to stop him.

His cock still coated in her own juices, Charlotte draws her tongue over the length, lapping at the head and sucking at the drop of pre-cum at the tip. To my surprise, she even slips her tongue into the slit, James taking a deep breath as she does so.

“That’s it, girl. Keep going,” he mutters...

He’s brinking...

My own climax is rising, the tension building as I watch Charlotte lapping and licking at James. I struggle not to come yet, to draw it out, to extend this experience...

I want to watch as James...

He convulses, the muscles of his stomach rippling as he gasps, “Open your mouth wide.” Then almost immediately pushes between her lips.

She’s struggling to cope. He’s pushed deep into her and she’s spluttering, and yet, for all that this is new to her, she’s still not sounding distressed. He has her pinned by the hair, moving her head over his erection to match his own rhythm as she squirms and wriggles. But she’s not trying to escape. If anything, she looks to be embracing the experience.

With a jerk and a quiver, he shoots, bending over, groaning as he does so. Most of it’s in her mouth, but some escapes, trickling down her face as he spills.

As he finishes, he withdraws, tilting her face up to his. “Turn to the mirror,” he says. “Look at Michael.”

In the reflection, she looks wonderful; still on all fours, with James’ cum trickling from her chin, mascara running and ‘just-fucked’ hair. Deep inside her still, I continue my thrusting.

“Are you going to swallow?” I ask her.

Her throat ripples and with a finger, she wipes a glutinous thread back between her lips.

“Like it?” I ask.

She nods.

Oh...

Wow...

“Want some more?”

She nods again.

I’m going to blow very soon, my control all but gone. But I want nothing more than to spurt between those lips, spill over her tongue. I pull out of her sopping cunt with a squelching noise.

Jeez... she’s flooding...

“James, would you mind? Quickly now. I can’t hold on long.”

Once more we switch places.

“Charlotte, on your back,” orders James.

She starts to turn, but James, seeing that I’m about to blow, helps me flip her over. Hastily, I straddle her, pushing my cock, slippery with her honey, between her widely smiling lips.

For a moment she looks dismayed again...

Okay, I’m well hung...

... She’ll figure it out...

In the mirrors I see James dropping behind me, his face pushed between her thighs, and fucking her with a hand. She sings out: an ululating howl, and I present myself a little more closely to her, but not too closely, trying to give her time to adjust.

And she does. Her green-eyed gaze suddenly locks onto mine and she grins, so far as she can with my shaft at her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head, sucking and tonguing at me enthusiastically. I can’t say it’s the most expert blow-job I’ve ever had, but she’s just learning, and her obvious pleasure is a joy in itself.

She's lapping me up and loving it.

It’s too much. I want to hang on, but I can’t. I push inside, and the sight of my cock pushed between those lips, her gorgeous eyes looking up at me, pupils huge and black against green, as she sucks at my erection, is too much.

Explosively, I come, spurting hard into her mouth. Her eyes, if it were possible, widen even further as she takes my load, and hastily I pull out before I choke this inexperienced girl. She is still swallowing and licking her lips as I spray my last shot over her face.

And she laughs as I splash over her, a sound of sheer delight. Then, her head flinging back, mouth opening in a wide wail, she comes again, her body bucking and heaving under mine. James presses further in, still working her pussy with face and fingers as she cries out, her belly muscles pulsating against my thighs.

And finally, she screams, “Stop. Stop. Please stop.”

James instantly withdraws, and she collapses back onto the bed, eyes squeezed closed, still twitching in the aftermath of orgasm.

James, kneeling up, stroking her thighs, meets my eyes, grinning with a ‘Told you!’ expression. He tilts his head in question at me. I can only return his grin.

Charlotte finally relaxes, opening her eyes. James laughs down at her, “We can call that a success then?”

Still panting, she just nods, but she’s smiling broadly as, chest heaving, she stares up at the ceiling.

Jeez...

I mop myself down with a towel and James unhooks robes, tossing one apiece to me and Charlotte. “I’ll just get the wine,” he says, stepping out of the room.

Sitting beside the russet-haired beauty laid out beside me, she’s staring up at me, looking a little doubtful.

Wondering if she’s performed ‘to standard’?

I lean across, kiss her on the lips, making it as soft and warm as I know how. “Charlotte, that was amazing. Thank you.”

Her smile blooms like sunshine, and suddenly, she looks like a young girl again, praised by the teacher.

James returns with the wine-bottle and three glasses, pours and hands them around, then joins us on the bed.

For long minutes, none of us speaks. We simply sit together, enjoying the...

... the what...?

The camaraderie?

The descent from climax?

I’m not sure. But the moment enfolds us. James, one hand slipped into her robe, I think cupping a breast, leans against her, his head resting on her shoulder...

I’ve never seen him do that before...

I simply sit close, stroking her hair. At length, I say, “I don’t know what I expected, but that wasn’t it.”

“I didn’t know either,” says Charlotte. “But it was just glorious, wasn’t it?”

She was a virgin yesterday?

Really...?

... Yes, I think she really was...

James speaks. “Charlotte, I think we all know you enjoyed that, as of course, so did we, but is it something you would want to do again?”

Her gaze moves between the pair of us before she says, carefully, “With you and Michael you mean? Yes, I think so.”

“I was thinking of more than that. You have already pushed your boundaries in the last two days. Would you like to push them further?”

He’s giving her the choice...

... as he promised...

... What is she going to say?

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“I am suggesting more than just me and Michael,” says James. “We discussed it at your auction. How adventurous do you want to be?”

She swallows hard. “I wouldn’t be hurt?”

He strokes her breast. “No, of course not, although...” He pauses, “... you might want to explore that. But it would always be your choice. You can stop anything that is happening by simply saying so.”

And now she looks baffled. “I don’t follow you?”

“You’ve heard of BDSM?”

Alarm crosses her perfect features. “Isn’t that whips and stuff?”

James is clearly choosing his words carefully. “Yes, it is, but it comes in degrees and the sub - you - always has the say on how far things go... How can I explain? Ah, yes...”

Still cupping her breast, he pinches at a nipple, squeezing hard, and she squeals. But her body twists, curving into him and he chuckles. “See? It hurts, but you like it.”

Her breath hitches. Very obviously, it aroused her. And she’s smiling.

He’s right. She’s not afraid at all...

“How far do you want to go, Charlotte?” I ask.

She sips her wine, thinking hard, her eyes darting between me and James, then, “I’ll go all the way. Take me down the rabbit hole.”

The Story Continues In

‘Allies’

‘Mastering the Virgin’

Part Three - ‘Allies’

Allies

Michael

‘Take me down the rabbit hole.’

Her words ricochet through my head.

Eventually, head drooping and eyes closing, she falls asleep between us.

Hardly surprising. She must be exhausted....

James leans around from behind to see her face then, when it is clear that she is sleeping, meets my eyes to head-point me out to the lounge.

As I make myself comfortable, he holds up a bottle of malt and a glass, the question in his eyes.

“Yes, I will, thanks.”

Pouring two glasses, he places the bottle on the table between us. “So, what do you think?”

I swish the excellent whiskey around my mouth, trying to assemble a sensible answer. “I barely know what to think....” Swallowing, liquid fire warms embers in my throat and stomach. “She’s.... amazing.” Then, feeling contrite. “Um.... my apologies for some of the things I said to you before. I was out of order; wrong. I can see how well you’ve treated her and....”

He leans forward, elbows on his knees, looking at me from hooded eyes. “No, you were right; one hundred per cent right. And the fact is, I had your words ringing in my ears as I.... took her...”

I digest this. “I can entirely understand your obsession with her,” I say.

James rubs an ear, examining the carpet. “Don’t know that I’d call it an obsession....”

“No? You going to tell me how much you paid?”

He sucks in his cheeks, then standing, goes to his jacket, hanging neatly from a hook, and extracting a piece of paper from his wallet, silently passes it to me.

I open it. It’s the Contract, issued by the Auction House for ‘services’ provided by ‘the Party known to the Buyer as ‘Charlotte’, and countersigned by both her and James. I also notice with interest that her signature is indeed in the name of ‘Charlotte’.

To protect the identity of the girls, of course....

Wonder what she’s really called....?

Then I see the price.

Fuck me...

“James.... what was in your mind to bid to this level?”

“If I’m honest, I don’t know. She was so beautiful and so scared, but she kept her nerve. I found myself admiring her. And then, when I saw that Finchby was bidding for her.... the idea of the likes of him having control of her; it turned my stomach.”

“Even so....”

He stands up suddenly, his attitude brisk. “.... Even so, I did what I did, and we are where we are. She’s not afraid now, of me, of you or of this situation. And given what I’ve paid, I don’t think I need to search my conscience too far to ask anything even vaguely reasonable of her. Do you?”

Shaking my head, “No, I don’t. She’s fine, and she’s in it for the adventure.”

“I agree, and that being the case, I have a few plans for her.... But what about you?”

Startled, “What? Me? What about me?”

“What would you like to do with her this week?”

I’m taken aback. Given what he’s paid for his week of fantasy, I’d have expected James to dictate events.

“Er, I’m not sure what to say....”

“Well, I didn’t notice you saying ‘No’ last night....”

“Um, no....”

“.... because I’ve paid a great deal of money for her, and, whether she realises it or not, I certainly rescued her from a much more unpleasant alternative. So, she’s going to dance to my tune. Having said that, she is not unwilling, and I think you’ll agree that she’s enjoying it.”

His head tilts. “So, what do you want? Tell me, because you can be sure that I’ll be either watching or taking part, and I’ll be enjoying it too....”

What do I want...?

I sip my whiskey. “I'd like her other virginity.”

His brows arch and he sucks in his cheeks. “Alright, agreed. That’s yours. I’ll let you break that news to her then when you think the time’s right.”

*****

Michael

In the flickering candlelight of James’ mirrored room, he sits in an armchair, glass in hand, watching us, several sets of cuffs displayed on the small table next to him. Charlotte’s eyes pass over the cuffs, hover over my face and then she looks at them again properly, biting her lower lip.

Alright, Charlotte?” I ask, my hands on her shoulders.

She looks uncertain, nervous, but then looks into my eyes. I do my best to project confidence and soothing vibes. After a few seconds, the tension eases from her body and she smiles and relaxes. The smile is a little wan, but it’s there.

She nods. “You’ve um... done this before?” she asks.

“Many times,” I say, kissing her on the forehead. “You’ll be fine. Really. I think you’ll surprise yourself.”

James says nothing, wearing a robe, chin resting on his fist, his eyes travelling between the two of us as we speak.

I wait a few seconds more, then start to undress her. She’s wearing a simple wrap, soft and silky in a plain black satin. Her flaming hair spills over the fabric, loose to her waist and her pale face contrasts against its dark gleam. She is naked underneath, her heavy breasts swinging slightly as she moves.

Taking it slowly, so that she understands what I am doing, I untie the belt at her waist, allowing the garment to fall open, then pushing it back from her shoulders, let it drop to puddle at her feet.

A little colour rises on her cheeks and she swallows hard. For all the ride she has taken with James and me over the last few days, she’s still not used to being naked with a man.

Ah, Sweetheart....

It’ll be fine....

And it’s a novelty for me to have a woman behaving like this.... quite touching, more so because it’s obviously genuine; there’s no artifice there....

Marcie could take a few lessons....

I tilt her chin up to meet my eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. You’re beautiful. I want to see you like this. We both do.”

She gulps again, nodding against the pressure of my hand.

“Good.” A hand around her waist, I pull her in close, brush my lips against hers. I’d like to strip off myself, but my cock is already straining inside my pants and I want to take it easy with her.

Don’t be too eager....

“Michael, would you like to...?” James holds out the cuffs, eye-pointing me at the end of the bed.

I know what he wants. It’s not as though we haven’t done this together scores of times over the years, but this time it feels.... different.

Take me down the rabbit hole....

Taking the first set of cuffs, I tighten it around her left wrist. “Not too tight?” I ask. “It’s not hurting you?”

Silent, she shakes her head.

I attach another cuff to her right wrist.

“Lean forward over the end of the bed.” She nods, still a little anxious, but she obeys. Leaning over her, close by her face, I whisper, “Watch yourself in the mirrors. And watch us.”

As I fetter her to the bed, arms spread wide, I say, “I think you'll enjoy this, Charlotte. A lot of women find that being restrained is very arousing. You give up control, but you get back a kind of freedom to simply accept and enjoy what happens next.”

Still, she remains silent, her breathing shallow and rapid, a thin sheen of perspiration across her face. She’s looking in the mirrors, first locking eyes with me, but then, as I follow her gaze, she’s looking at James. He’s watching her face too. Wordlessly, he passes me the next set of cuffs and, gently easing her legs apart, I clip first her left, then her right ankle to the feet of the bed.

James, undressing, positions himself on the bed, to kneel by her face. His cock is twitching to life, and I have to admit, so is mine. For all her nerves and worry, Charlotte looks simply amazing.

Once more, I lean into her, kiss her on the cheek, her face pressed to the bedcovers, “Relax.” I kiss her again. “I promise you are going to enjoy this.”

She smiles again, her eyes meeting mine, and I drop to my knees behind her.

Get her warmed over.... she’ll soon relax....

Aaahhhhing warm breath over her pussy, I stroke her lips with a finger.

James is playing with her lovely hair, copper-red in the candlelight. “Are you alright, Charlotte?”

She’s beginning to gasp and almost by the moment, her muscles are easing, the tension draining away as she surrenders to the experience.

“Yes Master, I’m fine, just... Aaahhhh....”

I grin to myself at her reaction as I taste her, drawing my tongue through her now swelling folds. Glancing sideways, in the mirrors, James is presenting his cock to her mouth. She looks eager enough to accept it, but it’s hard to see past her sea of hair until suddenly James gathers it up, sweeping it to one side. And now I have an unobstructed view, at least with my peripheral vision, of what they are doing.

“My apologies, Charlotte,” he says. “Of course, you should be able to see. When you have two men fucking you together, you should be able to enjoy the show.”

And at his words, her pussy spasms and floods, hot juices washing my face as I chuckle at her reaction to his words.

She was a virgin three days ago...?

... but she’s learning fast....

I lap her up, trailing my tongue between her folds, then, meeting her eyes in the mirror, hold her gaze and grin as I show her what I’m going to do next.

Slipping back the sheath, I hold myself poised, lips parted over her clit, making her wait. Her self-control is about to fail.

That’s it, Babe. Just let it go....

Her hips juddering as she watches me, James is laughing.

“Nice one, Michael. Make her squirm.”

She’s such a pleasure to fuck and fuck with, in whichever way we do it. Her sheer enthusiasm...

Suckling on her bud, I angle myself to hold her eyes as her back arches and strains under my assault on her libido.

She’s not simply being obedient to her contract....

.... She’s loving this....

.... Every minute of it....

Her breath is coming in great gasps as she shudders and trembles under my attentions, and the whimpering noises she’s making are all of pleasure....

Time to take you all the way, I think....

Turning fully into her, my face planted into her sex, I tongue-fuck her as deeply as I can, only pulling out to break for air as her streaming pussy flows hot over my skin.

Her moans grow louder, more.... more....

What’s the word...?

.... wanton perhaps?

Certainly louder....

It’s not just her pussy that’s drenched. Her skin is hot and flushed, sweat rolling down the back of her thighs, her whole body surrendering to the experience as she struggles against the cuffs restraining her at wrist and ankle.

“You’re getting very noisy, Charlotte,” says James of a sudden, and abruptly her noises are muffled. I can’t see from my angle, but I’m guessing he’s just shoved himself into her mouth.

And at that vision, my own control begins to break.

.... those beautiful lips wrapped around a long hard cock....

Before I lose it entirely, I stand, open her up with my fingers and spear her. She doesn’t need any more preparation. She’s as ready as she could be, and I simply shaft her, as hard as I can.

She bawls as I bang into her, but sounds muted. She’s hot and tight and slippery and it feels.... just great.

And the noises she’s making are amazing. I was right. James is face-fucking her, and her muffled squeals are plugged by his cock.

But I know what James has in mind. He’s not ready to come yet and I’m looking forward to seeing what comes next.

... but first, I need to....

And I let go, climaxing with a grunt as I press home into her, spurting in my load to mix with her honey. As I grind into her, she presses back against me....

.... does she realise she’s doing that...?

.... increasing the tension and the pressure as I shoot....

Oh, Godddd.....

Finally, I can’t stand any more, and I pull away, her cunt sucking at me as I withdraw.

.... time to show some appreciation....

I swat her across the buttocks. “Ah, but you’re a great fuck, Charlotte. I’m going to enjoy this week. And I’m going to enjoy watching this now.”

She can’t reply; she still has a mouthful of James cock, but her eyes meet mine again in the mirrors and she knows I’m telling her something.

No need to spoil it for her....

.... I bet she loves this....

Mmmm.... time for a glass of wine while I watch the performance....

“I’m not going to fully face-fuck you yet, Charlotte,” says James, freeing himself from her. “Perhaps in a while. But we have some other games to play first.”

Her eyes roll as he extracts a flogger from a drawer, but she doesn’t protest. It’s in red leather, a beautiful piece in fact. He must have paid plenty for it.

James locks eyes with me as he draws the soft, almost suede-like tresses over her skin. I know what he’s asking me.

.... Make sure she’s okay....

“Charlotte, I’m going to test your limits. You will find this pleasant at first, but when it is too much, you must tell me, and I will stop. Do you understand?”

She nods. The tails caress the curve of her spine, the flare of waist to hip....

“Tell me clearly, Charlotte. What will you say when you want me to stop?” he continues. “‘No’ isn’t good enough. ‘No’ often means ‘Yes’ in these cases....” He licks the back of her thighs with the flogger, not enough to sting, but carrying the promise of what is to come....

.... She shudders, drawing in a breath....

“.... What will you say? Your safe word, Charlotte?”

Does she understand what safe words are....?

She hesitates, then “Heartbeat. My safe word is ‘Heartbeat’, Master.”

“Good Girl.” And the leather kisses her again, this time on the tender inner skin of her thighs....

.... She jolts, her body spasming....

.... But she’s not distressed. I watch her carefully, my wineglass in hand, smiling to reassure her....

Her eyes are wide, pupils huge, black against jade, and she cries out as the lash comes down again, this time singing through the air to deliver a real bite.

James knows what he’s doing with that thing....

.... but although she’s straining, writhing, she’s not fighting it. If anything, she’s embracing the pain, leaning into the falls as they sting across her flesh.

She screams as the lash burns across her buttocks again, but it’s not a cry of fear. If anything, it’s ecstasy....

And her eyes, rising to meet me, are wide, glazed almost....

Fuck! She’s really into this....

James meets my gaze, the question there. I simply brow-flash him.

She’s fine....

And the lash comes down once more. She screams again, triumph in the sound....

“Please, Master....”

“Do you want me to stop, Charlotte?” says James, pausing. “Remember your safe word.”

“No, Master. I don’t want you to stop. I want....” She’s scarlet with arousal, sweat dripping down her face, her mascara running to ruin. “I want....”

“What do you want, Charlotte?” I ask her quietly.

“I want....”

“Yes?”

“I want... oh, God. Fuck me. Please fuck me. I want to cum. I need to cum.” There’s an edge to her voice, almost of desperation. She’s not afraid or scared of the pain. Quite the opposite. She’s volcanically aroused.

James looks across at me again, head tilting.... “Not yet, Charlotte,” he says, “but it’s good that you’re learning to ask nicely. We can give you something as a reward for that. Michael, if you would.”

My pleasure....

Sliding over the bed, I wrap my hands around her shoulders. Her muscles are astonishingly tight: knotted. I roam over her, easing out the knots from neck, shoulder and spine before she strains something badly....

Has anyone told her I’m a masseur?

I don’t think so....

.... As I do so, James brings the falls lashing down again. Previously pale, her skin is showing weals even against the hot flush of her arousal. She reacts to the pain, leaning into it, the shock rippling through her to my touch, and I reach to cup her breasts which sit heavy and soft in my hands, nipples pebbled into my palms.

She’s howling now, screaming with pain/pleasure, but not trying to escape it. Her eyes are staring, but she doesn’t seem to be looking at anything, simply agaze, green-eyed and feral into space. I pinch at her nipples hard, and wailing, her eyes briefly lock with mine once more before she disappears once more into some netherworld of pain and arousal and ecstasy.

“Please, please, I need to cum. Master, please.”

She can’t see him smiling behind her, his expression a mixture of sexual heat, the pleasure of the Dom in control and....

.... Fondness.... perhaps?

Whatever he’s feeling, he grins at me as, over her head, his eyes meet mine and he produces something from the pocket of his robe....

.... a vibe...

Jeez.... she’s going to burst into flame...

.... and slipping it down into her pussy, sets it humming.

“I’m not going to fuck you yet, Charlotte. I’m only going to come myself after I’ve finished you.”

As the vibe enters her, she convulses, hips bucking, fingers making claws against the cuffs.

Ah well.... in for a penny....

If we’re going for complete overload....

I pinch at her nipples again, twisting hard. She stops screaming, instead simply collapsing against the bed as she whimpers and trembles her road to climax.

And as she hovers, the Rush coming for her, James reaches around her to thumb at her clit....

Hips pitching, screaming and howling, she pulses into orgasm. And she’s lost entirely, her body out of control as she tries to rise against her restraints. For a moment the bed, lifting, scrapes across the floor, although I doubt that she notices.

And as James works her clit, he leans around to watch her face, her eyes squeezed tight as he plays her to his tune before finally, flinging off his robe to plunge into her.

There is nothing remotely gentle about it. However he treated her on their first night, taking her virginity with all care, now he slams in hard, ramming into her, sheathing himself ball-deep inside her.

He’s all but ready to blow himself, eyes wide and black with excitement, his cock ramrod hard. At the last moment he pauses, every muscle stilling before, with a bellow, he comes, shivering as he bends over her, a handful of her hair gripped in his fist. Grinding against her, he spills and shudders before, huffing in satisfaction, he withdraws.

“Wonderful!” he gasps. “Wonderful! Oh, Charlotte, you’re a beauty. And you didn’t even ask me to stop.”

She lies limply on the sheets, looking exhausted, her eyes rolling up to meet him.  “May I lie down, Master? I’m a little tired.”

“Of course.”

James releases her, scooping her up as she totters, to deposit her on the bed next to me, then pours her a glass of wine.

“Relax, Girl,” he says. “You’ve had enough for one day.”

She looks high, spaced out almost, as she swallows at the wine.

“Thank you, Master. Yes, I’ve had enough for one day, but I enjoyed it. It was marvellous.” She swings around to me. “And thank you, too. That was wonderful.”

I have to swallow hard as emotion runs riot through me...

Oh, Babe.... you’re lovely....

Lying here on the bed feels so natural, speech so unnecessary. We settle in a loosely bound group, Charlotte resting into the crook of James’ arm, me leaning against her. In the flicker and gleam of the candlelight, the wine is ruby in the glasses, the room warm and the scent of the woman next to me evocative.

Don’t get ideas.... She’ll be gone in a few days....

.... Perhaps she’ll stay....

Don’t be a fool, Man.... For her, you’re a stranger that’s fucked her....

My reverie is broken by Charlotte. As I sip from my glass, she harks up. “So, what comes next?”

.... Fuck...!

I cough out a mouthful of wine, then try to wipe it off the previously white duvet.

James howls in laughter... “Next? What comes next?’ she asks...” Rolling his eyes, then pointing a finger at her, “What comes next is that we eat, before you wear us both out.”

Still wiping wine from my chin, “There is a rumour, Charlotte, that you were a virgin three days ago.”

She blushes. “It’s not a rumour. It’s true. It’s just that... It’s just that....” She runs out of words, looking down at the carpet.

Embarrassed?

It’s alright, Babe....

“It’s just that you had a lot bottled up,” I say, “And you’re actually cut out for the life of anything from good-time-girl to professional courtesan.”

She smiles at this, not saying anything, but looking thoughtful.

What do we make of you...?

“Would you like to go out to dinner, Charlotte?” asks James. “Or eat in? Your choice.”

“Err.... Eat in I think. It’s nice here.”

“Fine, I’ll phone out for something.”

He orders a Chinese banquet for three, which of course means there is food enough for ten. Charlotte, with her usual gusto, works on downing at least enough of it to feed two large men.

.... Food really matters to her....

“To answer your question, Charlotte,” says James. “’What comes next?’, is that tomorrow evening we are going out, the three of us. We have something special planned for you, but we wanted, tonight, to find out what.... what your inclinations are...”

She’s chewing a mouthful of duck. Wiping a small drip of plum sauce from the corner of her mouth as she speaks, “Sorry? Not with you,” she says. Then she coughs as some of her duck goes down the wrong way....

.... No-one ever taught you not to speak with your mouth full....

“We wanted to be sure that you enjoy the ‘SM’ part of BDSM....” says James.

She stares at him, looking clueless.

“.... We wanted to be sure that you enjoy a moderate degree of pain, under the right conditions of course,” he says, an edge to his voice.

Moderate?

He really laid into her...

But she liked it....

.... revelled in it in fact....

She flushes at James’ tone, realisation dawning across her face. “You mean we’re going to some sort of club? A BDSM club?”

“Yes,” he says, “We are going to a club. To be precise, we have booked the club for the evening. There will only be the three of us plus a number of other.... selected.... guests. The general public will not be there.”

She’s wearing that wide-eyed expression again....

.... Take me down the rabbit hole....

James continues. “They were at your original auction, Charlotte, most of them anyway, plus some who I know personally and who I know, understand the boundaries of what is acceptable. And don’t worry, I know, or know of, all of them. I know how they behave and I know they keep themselves clean.”

“How many will there be, Master?”

“How many would you like, Charlotte? You have enjoyed me and Michael together. How many men would you like to fuck you? How much money would you like to earn to put towards that college education of yours? And how far will your sense of adventure take you?”

She knocks back half a glass of wine. “I trust you, Master. And I need the money. Bring ‘em on.”

*****

Michael

” Do you think she’s up to it?” I ask James.

“I think so, yes. And you heard, I gave her the choice.”

“She’s exhausted already.”

“She has all day to sleep. And besides, as I said, I want you to act as gatekeeper on this. Are you still happy with that? To keep an eye on her reactions, make sure she’s alright?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Fine then. This evening we’ll put her to her first real test.”

“How many have you got for her?”

“Still counting. I have a couple more phone calls to make.”

“Don’t overstretch her.”

“I won’t. But I will take her to her limits and she’s going to earn a good deal of money from this.”

*****

James

“You look beautiful, Charlotte.”

I instructed her to wear ‘easy-to-undress’ clothes and stockings, along with heavy jewellery and low-heeled shoes. She’s elaborately made-up, dark-eyed and red-lipped, with her hair up, fixed into place with a battery of pins and combs to keep it under control. She smells of some expensive perfume she found in the bathroom.

You look amazing Jade Eyes....

And I think you’re feeling horny....

She smiles. “Thank you, Master.”

She’s always so natural.... no artifice....

Michael is watching her carefully, in a low-key kind of way. And I don’t think his concern is just that of a man taking responsibility for a young woman. There’s a look in his eyes....

“Is it far?” she asks

“We almost there now.”

We pull up. Stepping out of the car, she seems perplexed at the very ordinary-looking environment; the rear of a parade of shops.

“It’s in the basement,” I explain. “A part of the old town which not many people know is still here. And now, Michael, please.”

Her first real test....

.... get her libido fired up....

.... the anticipation of the unknown....

Michael produces the red silk blindfold he brought along for her. Looking puzzled but relaxed, she allows him to tie it around her head and snugly over her eyes, taking some care not to smear her heavy mascara.

That flush is rising up your neck again....

And I think your face is blushing too....

.... Yes, this is pressing your buttons....

.... Perhaps you are a Sub...?

“Not too tight?” asks Michael.

“No, fine.”

She’s a bit wobbly on her feet. Michael eye-points me to take one of her arms while he takes the other.

“Just walk slowly,” I say. “Don’t worry. We won’t let you fall.”

She walks uncertainly between us as we lead her in and down into the cellars. At the sound of voices ahead, she reacts, snuffing the air at cigar smoke and alcohol. But she’s not scared.

Suddenly, her aroma billows up and around, and I meet eyes with Michael as we both scent her arousal.

.... Wet already, Green Eyes?

As we stand in the door, the group turns to face us, falling silent. They’re all there; Chas, Jack, and all the others.

Greg steps up, arching his brows at me as he gets a look at our blind-folded red-haired beauty, standing between us, panting slightly, her lips parted and a sheen of perspiration over her forehead.

“Good evening, James. Good evening, Michael.” He takes her hand, raising it to his lips to kiss it. “And good evening, Charlotte. Thank you for coming. You look beautiful.”

Looking first at me and Michael, “Would you like something to help you relax, Charlotte? Cognac perhaps? Although we probably have anything else you are likely to ask for?”

Her voice a little shaky, “Cognac would be lovely. Thank you.”

You are nervous, aren’t you....

.... You’ll be fine....

“Of course. Michael, James, take the lady to a chair. Let her be comfortable for a few minutes while we gather everyone together.”

Buzz and Elliot step forward, each taking her by an arm, leading her to a seat. Her head swings uncertainly as they do so....

.... Worried that it’s not me and Michael?

.... We’re not far away....

.... but she sits, accepting the cognac being pressed into her hand.

Michael is looking around the group. “Ten!” he hisses at me. “Ten of them? What the fuck are you expecting of her?”

.... Calm him down....

.... His instinct is always to over-protect....

“I’m expecting that she is going to rise to the challenge, probably enjoy herself because, as we have both learned, she loves to fuck, and in the process, she will earn herself a great deal of money.”

“How many women can handle ten?” Michael’s voice is low, but demanding, insistent. He’s not happy with me. “Even seasoned players would hesitate at that, and she’s....”

.... Have I overdone it...?

“.... She’s going to be fine,” I finish for him. “And you and I are close by to make sure things don’t get out of hand. Besides, I made it understood that if she’s not up to it, they might not all get a turn.”

Michael flashes me an angry look. “You might have explained that to them. They might even have agreed. But having got this far, they’ll be pissed if they don’t get a go at her....”

She’s finished her brandy....

.... You’re not supposed to drink it like lemonade, Green Eyes...

Then I take a closer look at her. She’s looking relaxed, even expectant.

.... It’s done you good though....

I nod Michael towards her. “You and I will take her across. I think you’ll be happier, won’t you, if you can talk to her, know she’s okay?”

He nods curtly, then walks over to whisper something to her. Supporting her by an elbow, he helps her stand. I take her other arm, so we can walk her together to the Saint Andrew’s cross. She leans in towards me....

.... That’s right.... You can trust me....

Michael fits cuffs to her then, positioning her to the frame, snaps the cuffs into place, spreading her arms by the wrists.

At floor level, Greg is running his eyes over her, mentally undressing her I would say. He smiles as he fits cuffs to her ankles then eases them apart.

Her breathing’s speeding up, her chest beginning to heave.

She’s enjoying it....

Greg, her ankles firmly restrained and properly spread, is snuffing at her. He stands, opening his mouth over hers as he delves fingers into the folds of the wraparound skirt. She’s quivering as he says “Oh yes, Gentlemen. She’s wet already.”

.... That’s my Girl....

“Happy?” I murmur to Michael.

His tones are measured, but, “Yes, she’s fine. I’m happy.”

I watch him carefully from the corner of my eye, trying not to be obvious about it. His pupils are dilated, and his breathing is heavy. Whatever his misgivings, Michael is enjoying this as much I am.

“Good. Let’s move on.” I nod across to Greg.

“Now then, Gentlemen,” he announces. “You know the rules. Aces high or low. The pot goes to the lady....”

.... Charlotte’s head jerks up....

“.... The winner of each hand has ten minutes of the next.... event.... with her.”

The group gathers around the table, Greg dealing the cards. In the echoing walls of the chamber, the sound is magnified, carrying across, where blindfold and trembling, Charlotte’s head twitches with every sound; the swish of cards on the table, the click of chips going down....

.... The joys of anticipation....

.... I knew you’d take pleasure in this, Jade....

And the voices....

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

“Twenty-one!”

At the words, Charlotte, stretched and spread on the cross, jerks, her body quivering.

You’re going to be so ready for them when they finally fuck you....

.... All of them....

It’s Carl who won the hand and he’s grinning as he crosses the floor to her, his footsteps echoing as he approaches her.

“Hi,” she says.

Her speech is quiet but nonetheless, carries through the room. Carl turns to me, a question in his eye. I shake my head and he smiles as he presses a finger to her lips.

.... They understand the Game, even if she doesn’t....

.... yet....

He runs hands over her, outlining her with his palms. Her chest is heaving, her breathing deep and rapid, mouth open to gulp at the air. And looking around the group, gathered around to watch the performance, every one of them is beginning to bulge....

.... If you’re happy to do this Jade, I’ll take you through college on an easy ride....

..... as Carl pulls pins from her hair, releasing it to cascade down around her in a fiery flow.

And as he does so, a shudder ripples through her....

I catch Michael's eye, and now he grins back at me, watching her reaction to expectation overload....

.... You can see it too, can’t you....

Carl brushes the sea of hair back over her shoulders, then reaches around to unfasten the halter of her blouse. Again, I instructed her to wear this, knowing what the effect would be as it was removed.

Released, it drops to hang loosely over her. She’s saying something to him, too quietly for it to carry, but he reacts, fastening his mouth over hers, squeezing and nipping at her breasts. And as he kisses her, she’s kissing back, so far as she can in her restrained position.

Carl’s pressed against her, unbuttoning the front of her blouse to release her tits. Freed, they swing heavily and a little pendulous....

.... Gods, but you’re beautiful....

.... As the blouse comes away entirely, he stoops to suck at her nipples, already hard.

She looks fucking fantastic; naked from the waist up, stretched and displayed on the frame, legs spread into a good fuck-me position, and very obviously enjoying every moment of it.

I glance at Michael, mesmerised as he watches her, his pants straining at the front.

For that matter.... Fuck.... but this is an uncomfortable fit....

And now, she’s moaning as he sucks at one tit, kneads the other

.... Oh, yes.... she’s happy....

The group are getting restless, unsettled. This one’s gone on for long enough; it’s someone else’s turn....

“Time!” shouts Greg

They sit to play another hand. Again, Greg deals. As they play, I stand by Michael.

“You happy she’s alright so far?”

He smiles. “Yup, lapping it up so far I’d say. But they haven’t started on her yet.”

“No, of course. But we’ll keep it under control.” Then glancing sideways at him. “Enjoying the show?”

He takes a deep breath. “Oh, fuck me, yes. I’m gonna bust my zip soon.”

I chuckle, then return my attention to the game, just in time to catch....

“Twenty-one!”

This time it’s Billy Mandleby who’s won the hand. He stands quickly, striding across to Charlotte, followed by the group, who gather close to watch.

Michael mutters from beside me, “Better keep an eye on this one. He gets rough with the girls sometimes.”

“I know. I’m watching.”

He grabs her by the waist, pulling her in, arching her spine. She gasps, and for a moment her weight drops to her wrists, and I sense Michael about to step in. “Give it a minute,” I say quietly. “Let’s see if she can handle it.”

Billy’s got his mouth around a nipple, sucking and tugging hard at it. One hand is on the other nipple whilst his spare hand works inside her skirt. He’s being far from gentle with her, but still she seems fine and Michael relaxes.

Although she’s still wearing the skirt, the movements of his hand are clearly visible through the thin fabric, and as he works his fingers into her crotch he grunts. It’s a satisfied kind of sound....

.... is she very wet?

He pulls away to concentrate on removing the skirt, fumbles with the fastening and then impatiently, simply tugs it away from her. As it rips off, the button at the back ricochets off the wall with a pop.

.... Don’t panic, Jade Eyes. There’s plenty here to protect you....

Again, Michael reacts, leaning forward, ready to step in, but, “Calm down.” I say quietly. “She’s alright. Let her deal with it.”

And as the skirt comes away, it is very clear that she’s fine....

.... Might as well not have bothered with the panties....

“Jeez...” mutters Michael.

“She’s soaked. Look!” says some other voice, loudly reverberating around the room.

I told her to wear red silk panties, mainly because I thought they suited her, but now the brilliant scarlet fabric is stained dark all around the crotch...

“.... that must be really uncomfortable,” comments Michael.

“Still think you’ve got anything to worry about?”

He shrugs, looking bemused. “Not right now, no. She’s seriously aroused....”

Whoever the other speaker was, he’s being shushed by everyone. They’re enjoying the view. Billy is standing back to display her to them. Now only in stockings, a heavy collar-type necklace at her throat and the useless panties, with the X-cross displaying her in best ‘fuck-me’ stance.

.... I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you shriek in a while....

He’s fingering her, his hand slipped inside her crotch, rubbing her through the sodden silk, and as her moans grow louder, she’s arching into his touch....

You really want someone inside you now, don’t you....

But just as he slips fingers inside the panties, Greg calls ‘Time’.

Billy scowls, but backs off, taking his place at the table again with the others, leaving Charlotte, blind and shuddering.

As the Game resumes, “How are you doing?” murmurs Michael to me, looking at her.

“If I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to shoot in my pants,” I mutter.

He laughs low. “Mmmm.... know what you mean.... Look, her thighs are wet....”

“I had noticed, yes.”

The cards are slapping down on the table, counters rattling across the surface, and at every sound, Charlotte quakes and shivers. She’s slick with sweat, gasping for breath and her hips are juddering.

“Deal.”

Slap.

“Deal.”

Slap

“Deal”

Slap. “Damn.”

“Deal.”

Slap.

“Deal.”

“Twenty-one!”

And at the words, she jerks on the frame....

.... Anticipation working its magic....

The group rise as one, Paul being the winner this time. He looks pleased, really pleased. Of course, he was keen to join in, having called me twice to be sure I’d included him in the event. He bid for her at the auction, but the prices were too rich for him.

He’s alright, a decent man. If he had been her buyer, she would still have had a good week. A thorough-going Dom, he’s another who likes to take a woman to the edges of what she can handle, but not beyond.

He kisses her, hard, forcing her mouth open with his, then drops and bites at a nipple, hard enough to make her yelp.

He knows the power of anticipation too, and how to make a woman wait. I enjoy watching his technique as he hovers his mouth over her belly, warming her with his breath before dropping lower to her crotch. And he’s teasing her with his fingers too, stroking her thighs without actually dipping into her sex.

Her moans are loud now, her body all but out of control.

“Oh God, please. Please....”

He smiles and looks back at me, and I nod him permission before he slides fingers inside her panties. From the look of things, he’s playing with her clit, working her up still further, but finally, he pulls the sopping fabric to one side and presses in with his face....

..... and she screams....

He’s tonguing at her, but finger-fucking too, the movement getting harder as we watch. Charlotte is wailing and howling, writhing against her restraints, and every man in the room is flushed and ready to go.

Someone says, “I think the lady is ready for a little more attention, don’t you think, Gentlemen? I would say she needs a good fucking to ease the strain. Probably several good fuckings. What do you say?”

That’s the Game over....

.... this is where it starts....

Time to take charge....

Michael and I exchange nods, quickly stripping off.... He has as much trouble as I do removing his pants, struggling to release his straining cock.

Ye gods, but that feels better....

Paul drops down, wiping his mouth, then unbuckles her ankle cuffs. Other hands unshackle her arms from the cross but leave the cuffs on her wrists....

Paul tugs at her blindfold, but then, someone.... “No, leave that for now. She’s enjoying the mystery.”

Who was that?

I can’t pick out the speaker, but he’s right. The blindfold is working for her, as I hoped and intended, making the whole experience more intense.

So, still blind, she’s guided by her cuffed hands, supported at the waist.

“Get those pants off her.”

Again, I can’t see the speaker, but now several pairs of hands strip away the soaked and stained satin, and as it comes away, juices trickle down her thighs.

“Bend her over.”

“No, on her back.”

“Ask her what she wants.”

.... No....

“Not her choice now,” I say. We have got all evening. Everyone will get a turn. Bend her over.”

Once more, Michael’s eyes meet mine as Charlotte is pushed forward and down over a bench, her feet forced apart. He steps in behind, his hand reaching between her legs from the rear.

I stand in front of her. The others are undressing. Quickly I do the same, pulling off my shirt....

.... then unzip to push my cock to her lips.

*****

Michael

It’s starting....

James and I exchange nods. I undress, and the pair of us move in to take our places close by her. Nodding around the group, he backs them off from her and they wait in the background.

He offers his cock to her mouth, brushing against her lips as I finger her from behind....

.... you’re drenched....

.... and you really want to be fucked....

James' voice is quiet, enough so that the others probably can’t hear him.

“Are you alright, Charlotte? You can handle this?”

“Yes, Master. I’m fine.” She’s reaching forward, wrapping her mouth around him. lapping at where he’s already seeping. As she does so, he rolls his eyes skywards, visibly hanging on to his control. As he lowers his gaze again, our eyes meet, and we grin.

You’re alright, Babe....

Let’s keep you simmering, eh....

As James talks to her, I entertain myself playing with her pussy lips. Her folds are swollen, hot and slick, running with juices that flow into her curls and lave the pale skin of her inner thighs.

“That’s Michael behind you right now,” continues James, his voice low, “but it’s going to be all of them. You’re okay with that?”

She’s got his cock in her mouth, sucking on it like a kid with a popsicle. It might not be the most skilled fellatio ever delivered, but her sheer gusto for it is a delight....

But she has to break away to reply. “Yes, Master. I’m fine with that. I.... I... want...”

Ah, Babe.... you want it badly, don’t you....

I work her a bit harder, tickling into her pussy, swiping circles around the inner muscles, giving her mini-fucks with my fingers. All the while she twitches and clenches around me, her flow hot over my skin....

Should I say it?

Yes, while she’s this aroused, yes....

I lean forward over her, pressing my body to her, my face close by hers, all the while toying with her cunt, keeping her going....

In her spread and bending position, I can see everything I want to, her ass displayed for me.

Are you ready for this...?

The idea of it...?

I’d love to get my cock in there as well....

Briefly, very briefly, I run a finger over her asshole.

Close to her, I whisper, “Some of the men here tonight wanted to take you there....” I say

.... she shudders under me, the thump of her heartbeat banging through my chest....

“.... You would have one, perhaps even two in your mouth, and one in each entrance to the rear. But we didn’t allow that. James bought your virginity. I’m having your other virginity. But not now. Not tonight.”

Her cunt clenches around my fingers and a hot gush rinses across my palm....

Yeah, I thought you’d see it like that....

Let’s keep you feeling that way....

She’s back to sucking at James’ cock and he’s beginning to look as though he might blow at any moment. I drop to my knees behind her, pulling her beautiful swollen pussy open with my fingers.

She is so wet. Her sheer desire to be fucked is a turn-on. Yes, I want to get inside her, eventually, but right now, I want to taste her, wash her nectar over my tongue and feel her react to me.

Planting my mouth over her entrance I lick in deep, as deeply as I can. She squirms and moans, but her sounds are muffled....

.... James gagging her with his cock...?

As I tongue-fuck her, her flesh dances and skips to my beat, her taste of brine and citrus intensifies, and she smells wonderful, pungent, aroused and....

.... wanting me....

.... or them....

At that thought, my stomach jolts, but all I want is to feel her dance for me. Slipping back the sheath of her clit, I work at her bud, her hips bucking and jerking with my movements....

“C’mon guys.” calls a voice. “She’s aching for it. Look at her. Someone give the girl a good fucking.”

.... Damn!

“Not just someone. Everyone,” says another voice. “We all want our turn. And I’m not sure how much longer I can hang on.”

Oh, fuck....

.... give her a good start anyway....

I stand, speaking loudly, letting them hear me. “God! Charlotte, you’re sopping. I don’t think you need any easing in, do you? You’re as ready as you could be.”

I’ve gotta get some relief....

And I slam into her, ramming her with my aching cock. Her mouth is still plugged with James’ shaft and as he sees me move, his eyes widen. Through her mouthful, she yells as I plunge into her.

I don’t want to come now...

.... I want to finish you first....

.... but....

I withdraw, slapping her rump as I do so. “I’m not finishing in you so early, Charlotte. And anyway, I want to see you drink my cum. Someone else can fuck you now.”

And they’re on her, stepping in to take my place. James, his cock still in her mouth meets my eyes as Jed pushes into her. He’s big anyway, but the show has left him throbbing and huge.

He’s not hanging around. “Now then, Little Girl,” he says, positioning himself. “Let’s see how you handle a really big one.”

She reacts as he enters her, groaning and flexing against him. His shaft is huge. It’s got to be stretching her.

“Lots of girls can’t take me,” he says, “but I bet you can. That pussy of yours is just dripping.”

I’m trying to catch James’ eye, but he’s watching Charlotte gasping, her lips wrapped around his shaft. But she’s not unhappy. Quite the opposite, as Jed thrusts into her, she’s swinging back to meet him.

“Oh yes, very nice.” He smiles down at her. “My compliments, Little Girl. A very fuckable cunt you’ve got there.” He’s pumping her, slowly, looking at her from behind, his eyes ranging over her body. “Yes, a nice tight fit, but comfortable for a man....”

.... I tense as he passes a finger over her asshole....

“.... I suppose you know that your Masters wouldn’t let us play in the backyard? What a shame. I’ll have to settle for making you yell this way.”

Her head is cocked. She’s listening to him, and then, as he abruptly changes gear, she yells. It doesn’t sound as though he’s hurting her, but she’s certainly at the edge, howling and screaming as he fucks her hard, gripping her with huge hands, filling her with his vastly engorged cock before, leaning over her, he falters, pauses and then grinds into her with a groan.

“Lovely, Little Girl. I might manage another one before the evening’s out, but if I don’t, it was well worth every penny. Good luck with that college of yours.”

He withdraws, to be immediately followed by Jack.

Jack is, let’s be kind, under-endowed. And following on from Jed, I doubt she can feel much, if anything.

Jack fucks her briefly and shoots. It doesn’t look too impressive as a performance from the outside, and certainly, Charlotte seems underwhelmed by it. She’s obedient enough, accepting him as he pumps her from the back, but there’s no enthusiasm to her expression

There’s a reason they call him Jack-Off at the clubs....

The rest of them are getting restive, muttering and grumbling as they must wait for their turn.

“I want to straddle her face, jerk off into her mouth....”

“.... And I want to see her looking at me.”

“Yeah, I want to face-fuck her too. I’m paying for this. I want my money’s worth.”

James’ eyes meet mine again as he withdraws. “Take it easy with her, Gentlemen. You’ll all get your turn.”

.... that’s a change of tune....

But James stands back, nodding me to his side as they lift her, ripping away her blindfold to leave her blinking into the light. Her mascara is rubbed and smeared; her hair in grand disarray, but she still looks fabulous.

What does she see?

A group of men, all naked, most erect and certainly in sexual readiness. For a moment, dismay crosses her face, but then she looks across at me and James and smiles again.

They have her on a bench, padded and quite comfortable, set at fucking height; arms stretched back over her head, held by multiple hands at the wrists, her legs dangle the edge.

“Okay, who’s next for the head end? Who’s wants the tail?”

As they gather close to her, one I don’t recognise pushes between her legs, spreading her wide. I mutter to James next to me. “I don’t know all of this crowd. I assume you do?”

He nods. “I either know them,” he replies quietly, “or know of them. They’ll not run out of control. And if they did, that’s why we’re here....”

“Who’s this one then?”

“He’s from one of the clubs out of town. He and I have.... um.... shared before.... Name of Brad. He’ll look after her now. You’ll see.”

Her legs dangling loose, curving her spine awkwardly, a couple of them take a leg each, spreading her wide, holding her at the knees and thighs. With support, she arches again, this time presenting herself. Brad, between her legs, stretches her pussy open with his hand, briefly finger-fucking her, thumbing at her clit.

“Gorgeous,” he says, as she squeals and wriggles. “Oh, you’re good for plenty more aren’t you? Tell you what, I don’t think you’ve cum yet, have you? Let’s sort that out before I have my own.”

.... Good of him....

Now he works her harder, with his hands, probing inside her, playing with her bud. I begin to relax again as Charlotte, hips bucking, screams and giggles under his attentions.

.... You really are good for more, aren’t you....

The rest of the group close by, Brad glances around. “Hold her lads. Stretch her open wide. Let’s all get a good view. Have we any pillows?” As cushions are passed across and shoved under her, angling her hips upwards even further, he produces a vibe. “Ready Girlie? I’m gonna make you scream....”

He’s looking right down at her; not like most of the others simply looking at her tits and cunt, but into her face, her beautiful eyes.

He casts around at the stone arches, the vaulted ceilings. “You know why we use this place?”

She follows his gaze, her brow furrowing

“This is the old underground wine cellars of the building; really solid. Scream all you like. No-one’s gonna hear you.”

Fear flashes across her face and she turns to James, who simply shakes his head, lips pursed. She relaxes again and smiles, then shrieks and convulses as Brad kisses her pussy with the vibe.

Almost immediately, he stops, adjusts the setting to a lower power. “I’m turning the power down,” he explains to her. “Let’s stretch it out a bit, shall we. Don’t want you popping your cork too quickly.”

Clustered around her, they’re getting serious. Some with their cocks stationed over her face and mouth, some watching Brad between her thighs, all ready to fuck her. Those near her face are streaming, and she laps upwards, mouthing towards them to lick away pre-cum as it trickles down over her lips and skin.

As Brad turns the vibe onto her again, Charlotte writhes and stretches, her mouth wailing wide. Her body convulsing, she is pinned by hands at shoulder and hip, opened at the knee and thigh.

Now Brad sets his vibe to her clit, thumbing back the hood before, very briefly, touching it to her....

....and she shrieks....

It’s a glorious sound, almost triumphant as she wails and shudders her way to climax.

“That’s it, Girlie,” says Brad, grinning across at me and James. “Let’s hear you scream. Don’t mind if some of us take advantage of that open mouth, do you?”

And now they’re on her. As she howls and strains, two are working into her face, cocks pressed to her wide-stretched mouth, balls swinging against her skin and hair. Another is reaching past Brad and his vibe, finger-fucking her, his hands glistening with her juices as he hooks upwards inside to scrape at her sweet-spot.

Charlotte, pinned and immobile can only quiver as her climax builds. The tension is visible within her as her gaze transfers to James. He’s not exactly smiling, but his eyes are soft as he watches her. His erection, trembling hard, pulses against the flat of his stomach. For that matter, so is mine. As her orgasm wells and blooms, her eyes squeeze closed, a scream erupting from her. Her sounds trigger, I think, some of the others as, wailing and howling, her mouth wide, they shoot over her, cum splashing over her face and neck and breasts and all the while the vibe working her....

.... And her climax peaks, then passes....

.... and she collapses back, inert and panting....

.... but she gets no respite.

Greg lifts her from the bench, pressing her to the ground. “My turn now, Girlie. On your knees,” he says. “Open wide.”

She’s beginning to look tired, but she’s obedient, stretching her jaws open. And he’s not easy on her, doesn’t allow her control. Instead, knotting both hands into her hair, he drives her back and forth over his cock, pressing into the back of her throat, not allowing her to swallow.

She’s gagging and spluttering, starting to panic.

I meet eyes with James, who is looking disturbed, nodding agreement with me. Just as we are about to step in, Greg withdraws and comes, spurting over her face and breasts.

Almost immediately, she is pushed down onto all fours, ankles spreading her at the knees, and another one, a stranger to me, bangs hard into her.

Look at them all on her....

.... She's close to exhaustion, but she’s still trying....

.... Is it for herself or us...?

.... Or James?

He pounds at her and she’s clearly flagging, but no longer looks distressed. “Two more and that’s it,” murmurs James from the side of his mouth. “Then we get her out of here.”

The stranger fucks hard for another half a minute or so, his hands wrapped around her, squeezing hard at her tits, then presses into her, groaning.

The last two simply go for it, banging her in turn as her head droops. She’s done in. One fucks her and finishes and the last is almost as brief, their climaxes trigger-happy from the waiting.

James strides forward, grabs her by a wrist, pulling her upright. “Okay, folks. She’s had enough for one night,” he says. “You’ve all had a turn.”

Her head swivels; she looks startled. “Master? But you and Michael haven’t...”

His voice is sharp....

.... blaming himself....?

“Michael and I will be taking you home now, where it’s a little quieter.”

I look around to see if anyone is going to object to the ending of the party, but no, all are done. some sitting, stretching; a couple of the later ones still panting.

It’s over....

And Charlotte herself looks exhausted, tottering bonelessly as she stands. Her make-up is panda-eyed, her hair splattered, and she’s dripping with sweat, her own juices and cum. I grab a blanket, wrap it around her.

“Come on, Charlotte.” She staggers in my arms as I scoop her up.

“Get her into the car,” says James. “I’ll be right with you.”

Voices call as I carry her out. “Lovely to meet you, Charlotte. Perhaps another night, eh?”

“Me too. I’m happy to help get your college fees up too.”

“Me too.”

“And me....”

In the car, I lie her on the back seat where, so far as I can see she immediately falls asleep, so I clip both rear seat belts around her and angle myself to watch her from the front.

James gets in, stuffing something into his pocket.

‘What’s that?”

“Her cash.”

“Her cash?”

“You heard, ‘The Pot goes to the Lady’, plus what they each paid to attend.”

“Are you planning on making a habit of this? She’s not a pro.”

He side-glances me. “I’m planning on giving her exactly what she wants; eye-watering sex and a college education.”

The drive back to the apartment is without incident; Charlotte sleeps right through it, only barely rousing as I carry her out to the elevator. The attendant raises an eyebrow at us, a pair of strange men accompanying a young woman, half-asleep and wrapped in a blanket. She must look like a victim of assault. But he relaxes as she leans into James’ embrace, murmuring something sleepy, and he holds her upright against himself, looking down at her soft-eyed.

In the apartment, I lay her on the couch and run her a warm bath. James orders food for three from room service and we keep her awake long enough to clean herself up and eat a little.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine, Michael. I’m just a bit tired.” She’s looking better, but forcing herself to sit upright, trying to look alert.

She thinks we’re going to ask her to get on her back again for us....

Over her drooping head, I signal James, head-pointing her to the bedroom. He nods, and I pick her up, carrying her to bed. He vanishes into the kitchen, reappearing five minutes later with hot chocolate, complete with cream and marshmallows. She manages about two mouthfuls before her eyelids close and we pull the blankets over her.

Back in the lounge, the bedroom door pulled just ajar, James waves the bottle of malt at me, brows raised.

“Great idea.”

He pours two glasses and puts the bottle down between us, then jabs on the radio to some late-night, soft music, station.

James looks at me sidelong. “What did you make of that?”

“You’ve got to give her credit for nerve, haven’t you.... When I saw you’d got ten there, I nearly dropped.”

Take me down the rabbit hole....

“I think she’s got more nerve than you give her credit for,” he comments, swishing whiskey around his mouth. “Who knows what her background is, but that girl’s got a core of solid rock.”

“You don’t know anything about her?”

“How could I ask? Everything at the auction house is set up to protect the anonymity of the girls. And for good reason. Can you imagine if some head-case won the bidding for one of them, then decided after a few days it was True Love?”

He has a point....

“.... That first day,” he continues, “when we were meeting you in the evening, I made the mistake of asking which university she’s going to. She looked embarrassed and she didn’t want to answer.”

“What did you do?”

“I apologised.”

“Mmmm....” I nod, sipping my drink.

For a while, we sit, listening to the quiet music. It’s relaxed, companionable. I always feel it’s a reliable sign of friendship when sitting in silence is comfortable, with no need to fill the silence with unnecessary talk....

.... and I wonder about the red-haired beauty lying in the room next to us.

“So, you don’t wonder about her?” I say. “Where she’s from?”

He shrugs. “What’s to wonder about? She needs money. She’s stunning and highly sexed. I’ve got money and we’re both happy to fuck her. What more matters?

“You really believe that? That’s all that matters?”

“He stares into his glass. “Michael... She’s here for a week and then she’ll be gone. Does it do any good to dwell on any more than that?”

Depressed, “Do you think she might hang around after the week is done?”

It’s that head tilt of his again....

“.... She’s been bought and paid for, and she's going to university to study Physics. What do you think?”

And it begins to dawn on me, that I really do care what might happen next....

*****

“How about the beach today?” says James.

“Sounds great. Charlotte?”

She’s sitting eating breakfast, looking tired but not letting it affect her appetite, once more tucking into a vast meal. James sips at black coffee while I eat fruit and yoghurt.

“Ah.... sounds lovely,” she says, “if that’s alright with the two of you?”

She stills thinks we’re going to demand more of her....

“I think you took quite enough last night,” says James. “You’ve earned some time out, I think.”

“I don’t have a bikini or swimming costume or anything.”

He shrugs that off. “There are plenty of beach-wear shops down at the front. We’ll stop by and pick something up; for myself as well as you. Michael?”

“Sure. I’ll buy myself something too.”

*****

On the beach, watching Charlotte frolicking in the water is a joy. A group of small children have pulled her into their frisbee game and she’s shrieking with laughter as she bounces around in the surf with them.

Sitting up on a beach towel, James next to me, stretched out on his.... “Do you really not wonder about her?”

“How do you mean?” His eyes are closed behind his shades.

“She's told us nothing about herself.”

“Well, she wouldn’t, would she? I bought her. She's hardly going to want to give out personal information. We talked about this before. What are you driving at?”

“But wouldn’t you like to know about her? What she....?”

“What's to know? She's young and beautiful. She needed money. You and I both enjoy sex, no strings. We all get what we want out of this arrangement.”

“I suppose....”

He glances sideways at me. “You’d better put on some more sunscreen you know. You’re getting red around the shoulders.”

“I’ll ask Charlotte to do it for me when she comes out of the water.” I watch her, splashing in the sea, like a little girl given a new toy. “She behaves as though she’s never....”

He looks sideways at me. “Never what?”

“I dunno.... never.... enjoyed herself before....”

James looks sharply at me. “What the hell do you mean by that?” He sits up, looking out at her, watching her for a while. “I see what you mean though....” Then he shrugs it off. “Who knows? As you say, we know nothing about her....”

He gives me a long look. “.... and what’s more, we won’t get to know anything about her. She’s here for a week, and that’s it.”

A week.... Oh, Babe....

I watch her a while longer, then, “Do you think she’s really a submissive?”

“I think she’s discovering the power play aspect of submission, yes. She's got a fair amount of sub in her, at least in the bedroom. The rest of the time? She's being obedient to her owner, not submissive to her Dom.”

“So, you don’t think she’s a sub?”

He looks at me sidelong. “I think she’s a girl who is working hard to keep to her side of the contract.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

“I know that. Real submission is earned. She barely knows me.”

“And yet you have her call you ‘Master?”

“I’m paying for a fantasy. I’ll have my money’s worth, thank you.”

Jeez... but you’re a cold-hearted bastard sometimes....

“You could always woo her a bit,” I suggest.

He snorts a laugh. “Woo her? Me?”

“You’re as capable of turning on the charm as I am. I’ve seen you do it. Women love it when you decide to switch on that voice of yours.”

He sucks in a smile. “Yes, but that’s the point isn’t it. I have to think about it. To you, it comes naturally.”

Charlotte suddenly pauses in her playing in the water, seemingly remembering us. She turns towards us, rising like Aphrodite from the waves as she wades back to shore, shivering off water, and pushing her loose wet hair back over her shoulders. She picked her swim-wear well; a bikini top which cups her beautifully, and bottoms cut high at the thigh, emphasising her already long legs.

“God, but she’s beautiful,” I mutter.

“That she is....”

She kneels in the sand beside us, “Sorry, Master, Michael. I lost track of time there. It’s so lovely here.”

James strokes her face. “We came here to have a day off. Relax. Enjoy yourself.”

For a moment she leans into his touch. I almost expect her to turn to kiss his fingers, but at the last moment, she remembers herself, simply smiling brightly. “Thank you, Master. I am enjoying myself.”

What am I seeing here...?

Don’t fall for him, Girl....

.... BIG mistake....

I leap up, grab her by the wrist. “C’mon... race you to the water... last one in’s a wuss....”

*****

Charlotte slides lotion over my shoulders. “Sorry, am I hurting you?”

“A bit, yes, but it’s not your fault,” I say.

“You need some lower down too. I’m being as gentle as I can.”

“You’re doing fine. The alternative was to ask James to do it, and he’s not my type....”

She chuckles. “No, I can tell....”

James, lying to the other side of her on the bed, raises an eyebrow at me, his mouth quirking. “There is a limit on what one can ask of one’s friends....”

“That alright now?” she asks.

“Mmmm, fine....”

You’re lovely....

“..... lie down, Charlotte. Let me give you some attention now.”

Obediently, she lies between us....

I wish you wanted to do this, rather than just doing as you’re told....

“Take off your wrap, Charlotte,” says James. “We would both like to look at you.”

She sits up again, removes the light robe she was wearing and then, naked, lies between us once more.

The same thought keeps echoing around my head....

You’re so beautiful....

James rolls onto his side, watching her, stroking her stomach. I stoop to kiss her breast, take a nipple between my lips. Already, my balls are tightening, my cock giving an interested twitch.

“What did you mean?” she says. “My other virginity?”

You really don’t know?

Or perhaps you thought I didn’t mean it....

.... Oh, but I did....

James' eyes meet mine. Seemingly casual, he sits up....

.... waiting....

“I was hoping you were going to ask that,” I say. “Let me show you.”

Will she be okay? They pounded her between them....

“.... Are you alright with this? You took quite a lot last night.”

“I’m fine,” she smiles, “though I’ll admit that I was happier when you just let me sleep last night, but today was lovely. I feel ready for anything again.”

Her smile is mischievous and infectious, and I grin back, winking at her.

“A gentleman always knows when the lady’s had enough. But I’ll try to rise to your challenge.”

James guides her, rolling her onto her stomach. I pull her to her hands and knees, but pressing her gently between the shoulders, until I have her as I want her, head down, hips up, facing out from the bed.

James passes me lube from a drawer then seats himself, cock a-twitch, on the bedside chair, where he can see her face.

Her gorgeous ass, so pale, narrowing to her waist, beautifully muscled and toned, faces me. Running my hands over her is sheer pleasure and my cock is already at half-mast.

Get her going....

Fondling her butt-cheeks, I part them to expose her pussy lips, flushing deeply pink and beginning to glisten. My target, of course, is her rosette, displayed tight and tempting for me, but I don’t touch her there yet....

Chill out, Babe....

.... I want you to enjoy this too....

She seems relaxed, her head to one side on the sheets, hair spilling all around, James’ gaze alternates between her face and where I am playing with her lips to the rear. She’s arousing, her pussy swelling, growing moister, and as I rub her clit, she trembles, sucking on her bottom lip.

Still flicking at her bud with one hand, I slip upwards with the other, then realise I need to break off for a moment.

Quickly, I squeeze lube over my fingers, a few drips escaping to drop onto her hot and now-engorged folds. She shudders as the cold gel touches her and I return one hand to working her clit.

Is she ready?

.... perhaps....

But my cock aches to get inside her....

Well-lubed and slippery, I sink a finger into her ass....

She stiffens....

.... circling a little, opening her....

.... Does she only realise now where this is going...?

.... Or is it only now becoming real...?

I circle harder against the ring of muscle, stretching her, see-sawing into her....

Charlotte’s eyes are wide, staring at nothing, her breathing rapid and shallow. And I don’t think her trembling is from arousal. James, still watching her face, glances up at me, giving me a ‘Slow Down’ wriggle of the fingers.

She’s not happy....

.... ease off....

I pull up close behind her, reaching around her to bedevil her nipples and press my straining erection to more familiar territory, teasing at her entrance.  “I can’t resist some of this first,” I say. “You’re dripping.”

I slide into her, feeling her relax as I do so, a groan escaping her as I fill her....

Oh gods, but you feel good....

Almost, I’m tempted to leave it there, simply fuck her vanilla style and leave it at that.

But soon you’ll be gone, and I’ll never have another chance for this....

James, still watching the both of us, silently strokes his own erection, while I slowly ease mine in and out of her tight heat....

And now, I pull out of her pussy, lube myself up some more and press to her ass. She starts as my cock-head kisses her, I think reacting to the liquid cold, but then, as I slowly ease inside her, she whimpers, eyes squeezing closed, face distorting, her fingers clutching....

Her repressed cry is like a knife in my brain and James flashes me a warning glance, but there’s no need. She’s clearly in pain and hurriedly I withdraw, lubing myself much more heavily now. For good measure, I squeeze some directly onto her.

And now, I try again, gradually penetrating her, little by little sinking into her heat, claiming her....

.... and this time, she doesn’t seem distressed. She’s sweating heavily, breathing heavily, flushing heavily, but she looks to be handling it.

From his vantage point, James nods reassurance at me but keeps his eyes fixed on her face. I see her look towards him. His head tilts.

“I’m okay,” she says. “It’s alright.”

As I sheath myself, full length inside her, I pause, allowing her to get used to the feel of me. James smiles and offers her his cock. He’s well on the way himself, pre-cum oozing from the slit. She reaches to wrap her mouth around the head, sucking at his flow.

..... and when I see her look at herself in the mirrors, James and myself inside her to fore and rear, I know that she’s alright, growing to enjoy it.

I begin a slow, pulsing thrust, taking it easy with her; withdrawing then resheathing myself. She’s warm and still a little tense, but the tension is dissolving as I move, as she becomes accustomed to me.

I build speed, matching my rhythm to her breathing. And now James begins to move too, watching first his own shaft in her mouth; he must be streaming; a trickle dribbling down her chin; then where I am sinking myself between her butt-cheeks. His eyes, always dark, are pupil-wide, all but black ....

.... She’s smiling. It’s not easy for her, her mouth plugged like that, but nonetheless, she’s smiling. I pump her harder, watching her tits bounce and jiggle as I thrust.

How hard can I take her...?

I ram home, jamming myself in. My balls are tight, growing pressured, my heart banging and I grit my teeth as I try to resist coming, to draw it out....

.... dripping with sweat, I hold back for a moment longer before....

.... Christ!

... I come...

Explosively, I shoot, spurting into her. Pressing home, I grind against her, my shaft pulsing my load, just aware that James is also coming. He’s leaning across her, spasming into her mouth, cum trailing from her lips. He’s in deep and, through the cloud of my own climax, I wonder if she’s coping. One more salvo into her, and I withdraw, my last splashing over her skin as I exit.

She’s gagging but James has his hand on the back of her head and she can’t break away.

Abruptly, James pulls out....

.... Just realising she’s having problems...?

She coughs and splutters, but swallows, then wipes at her streaming eyes.

“Are you alright, Charlotte?” he says, sounding contrite. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” she says, still wiping tears and come from her face. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.”

Oh, but you’re a trier aren’t you....

What a treasure you are....

James sits on the bed by her, stroking her hair while her breathing returns to normal. I perch by her on the other side.

“Thanks for that, Charlotte. It felt great,” I say.

She smiles, and it seems sincere if a little wan. “You’re welcome.”

“Feel up to the rest of it now?”

“The rest of it?” She looks dismayed. “You’ve only just....”

“Well, I just shot my brains out inside you. James here did pretty much the same to your brains, but you haven’t had your turn yet. We can’t have the lady being the only one not to get the ‘Big O’”.

She sags.  “Errr... would you mind if I take five minutes?”

James slaps her thigh “Course you can, Charlotte. You must think us absolute beasts. Come and have a glass of wine. Better still, wait there, and I’ll bring the bottle over.” He eye-points me at her, then vanishes out through the door.

“You sure you’re alright, Charlotte?” I ask.

“Yes, really, I’m fine.” she smiles. And now, the smile has a little sunshine in it.

James returns with a bottle of Rioja and three wine glasses, pours and passes around the glasses.

“Now, drink that,” he says to Charlotte. “Make yourself comfortable. Lie back against the pillows. Michael and I are going to pamper you for a while. You deserve it.”

Brow furrowed uncertainly, she leans back, not drinking....

..... wondering what we’re going to demand of her now....

“Drink the wine,” I say, easing the glass to her lips. “Go on. You’re not supposed to knock it back, but take a couple of good mouthfuls and start to let it work. You can sip the rest.”

Obedient as ever, she sips, then swallows, her eyes wary. James settles into his chair, silently watching.

Time to spoil you, Babe....

Sucking in my cheeks against a smile at her puzzlement, I take a bottle of oil from the bedside drawer. It’s a standard mix I use a lot, but of course, she doesn’t know that.

“Almond oil, with lavender and geranium to work their magic on you,” I explain. “Some other things too. And a bit of rose just because it smells good.” As I rub it up warm in my hands, she inhales the scent of the oil, and as I start to work on her feet, she releases deep breaths, her arms dropping to lie limply by her.

“You’ve done this before?” she asks.

“I have indeed. I’m actually a trained masseur and I’m rather conscious that we’ve asked a lot of you over the last few days. So now it’s your turn. Relax. I’ll ask you to lie on your stomach in a bit, but right now, enjoy your wine.”

She is relaxing, and as I work my way up her legs, her muscles loosen under my attentions. The alcohol’s helping, and her smile is looking a bit hazy....

.... Too much wine...?

.... I don’t think so.... It’ll do her good....

She is quite stressed, her body tight and tender in spots, and she winces sometimes as I go through my routine.

“Take it easy, Girl. I’m going to work these knots out of you.”

She leans back, still sipping her wine, but now I see her eyes roaming....

.... Over me.... Over my body....

.... Is she checking me out...?

.... Yes, she is....

I suppress a smile.

My hands on her thighs, working her iliopsoas....

.... Mmmm, she’s got some back trouble coming if that’s not sorted....

“Open your legs a little,” I say, quietly.

What I’m doing is functional, but nonetheless, I hold her gaze as I work over her, smoothing the muscle. The wine and the relaxation are working their magic on her, her pupils widening....

.... black on green in those astonishing eyes....

My hands are oiled....

“Don’t get any ideas,” I say. “I’ll wash my hands before I wander around there again. Some things are meant for external use only.”

As I speak, her lips are parting, her breath quickening....

.... She wants me....

She wants me....

You’ve got it, Babe....

“Lie down, flat on the bed,” I say.

She’s a little tipsy, but that’s all to the good. As she lies flat, I straddle her, and in the background, James rises from his seat.

She’s arousing by the moment, and as I stroke her stomach, her breasts, she’s watching my cock.

Can I get it up again right now?

.... probably not.... more than one way to skin a cat though....

From behind me comes James’ voice. “Raise your knees, Charlotte.”

He’s settling between her legs, and as he presses his mouth to her sex, the vibration of her muscles, her thighs and her pelvis trembles up through me. She lies, quivering and twitching and whimpering under me, her body jerking as I take a nipple into my mouth, nibbling gently, teething at her and loving the way she shivers under me as I bite on the pebbled nub.

Her breathing is breaking up, as she first pants, then gasps. Whatever James is doing behind me, her hips are juddering and quaking as she rides the wave to climax.

She’s on the brink....

.... let’s send you over the edge....

I pinch hard at her nipples, rolling and squeezing with a finger and thumb on each. She jerks and bucks and behind me, James grunts....

And she falls over the precipice....

Twisting and writhing, but caged under me, she’s going nowhere. Looking back, James is gripping her tightly at the thighs. She’s all out of control, bucking and jerking, and I drop my weight down onto her, pinning her further. Pressed against her torso, her belly muscles pulse against mine. Her head is straining back and the noises she’s making are amazing....

.... she looks fantastic....

And she rides her orgasm....

.... and rides it....

.... until....

“Stop. Stop. For God’s sake stop.” she yells. “I can’t take any more.”

I can’t help but laugh. “That seemed to be a good one.”

She nods, still breathing heavily under me as she descends from the clouds. She looks spaced out, slightly euphoric.

James stands, looking smug.

Now, where were we....?

“Come on. Let’s finish that massage you were having.”

She stares up at me, silent as I resume my work on her body.

“I’ll go run the water,” says James. “I think a soak in the hot tub might be a good idea, yes?”

“Sounds good to me,” I say.

James throws on a robe and strides out, leaving me alone with Charlotte.

A chance to talk with her....

I work way up the length of her body. For the most part, she’s fine. I think she’s mainly just enjoying the very personal attention that a full massage entails. Seated beside her now on the bed, I take my measure of her through my hands....

Clavicle... shoulders....

Will she talk, if I try...?

Let her defences down a little...?

“Charlotte, I know you’re making a lot of money out of this. James told me how much he paid for you....” Her eyes meet mine, a touch of wariness returning. I take a deep breath. “I can see why he feels entitled to ask whatever he wants of you....”

Her face is serious. “Yes, he is entitled, and I'll do my best to deliver; to do what I agreed to.”

She doesn’t have to know I’ve seen the contract....

“What exactly have you agreed to?”

She looks away. “I agreed to anything asked of me that didn’t result in my permanent injury, for the period of one week.”

“Anything? Really anything?”

She nods, still not looking me in the face.

“And you're okay with that?”

“Yes. I went into this with my eyes open. And.... it's the honourable thing to do.”

Honourable....?

“That's.... an old-fashioned way of putting it.”

She looks at me askance, her expression.... what? I’m not sure....

“You think it's not right?” she says.

No, you’re no Sub....

“I think it's absolutely right. It just wasn’t what I expected to hear you say. But Charlotte, do you realise how dangerous that it could have been for you? ‘Anything’ is a helluva remit in the hands of the unscrupulous. You’re very lucky that it was James who won the bidding for you.”

She nods again, still silent.

“Did James tell you about some of the other men who were bidding? He knew some of them and he wasn’t going to let them near you. One of them is a brothel keeper down by the docks. James deliberately outbid him to keep him away from you. Did you know that?”

Now she looks up at me, eyes wide. “No,” she whispers.

Fuck....

Perhaps I shouldn’t have said anything....

“Well, if he hasn’t told you himself, perhaps I shouldn’t have. I’m only here because he invited me.... but, Charlotte....” I take her face, cupping it in my hands, “Please tell me that after this week, you won’t do anything like this again....”

Her eyes are glossy. “I only wanted to go to college. I didn’t know how else I could raise the money.”

“I understand that. But you have the money now. Please tell me you won’t do this again. I....”

I can’t bear to think about it....

“.... I don’t like the idea of you putting yourself in danger this way.”

She shakes her head. “I won’t,” she whispers.

“And if you’re looking for.... adventure.... a girl like you is going to have no problem getting a boyfriend, or even several boyfriends....”

...or come back to us....

.... come back to me....

*****

And another night passes.

We share the bed, the three of us.

Alternately, she lies in my arms, James ‘spooned’ to the back of her. Then she turns in her sleep, and he pulls in close, holding her tightly.

Does she get much sleep? I’ve no idea. At the least, she must be very warm between the two of us.

Tomorrow is our last day....

We spend the day in the apartment, simply ordering in food and wine, and anything else we need.

She watches old movies with me, lying in my arms on the couch, watching the antics of Marilyn Munroe, Fred Astaire and Vivien Leigh; sighing as Scarlett is swept into the arms of Rhett Butler.

James sits with us, not watching the flick, apparently reading but actually watching her all the while over the top of his book.

.... Does he realise he’s doing it....?

Charlotte wanders through to the kitchen for a lemonade, returning with a bottle and three glasses. James follows her with his eyes across the apartment until, as she’s putting down the tray, she realises that he is waiting for her attention.

She watches James watching her, clearly trying to divine what it is he wants....

She hesitates, then, slipping her robe from her shoulders, she drops, naked, to her knees before him. The movement is smooth and graceful and beautiful. Blushing, she kneels beside his outstretched legs, her head bowed.

“Master?”

He’s fully dressed, but his head tilts and he almost smiles before sitting up to wrap his arms around her, reeling her in at the waist, and kissing her hard, forcefully. Then, standing, he lifts her bodily, walking her backwards to press her against the wall, pinning her wrists over her head. As he does so, her eyes widen....

.... Oh, but she loves that....

He kisses her again, his mouth wide over hers. It's deeply sexual and utterly sensual, but there’s more than that....

You've got it bad too....

Of a sudden he seems to remember himself, and pulls out of the kiss, stands away from her. Taking her by the shoulders, he turns her around, offering her to me.

How can I say no? Standing, I walk across, stroke her cheek, comb my fingers through her hair.

She’s looking up at me with those great green eyes, then, bowing her head, she falls once more to her knees, this time for me.

Oh, Babe......

Bending down, I take her under the arms and pull her upright. “You don’t have to kneel for me, Charlotte, but would you like to come into the bedroom?” Turning to the bedroom door, I wiggle my fingers at her. “It’s an invitation,” I say. “Not an order.”

She smiles, her face lighting up....

Oh, Jeez....

.... and my cock sits up and begs....

In the bedroom, she lies back, looking relaxed, knees slightly akimbo and watching me all the while as I undress.

I want to lose myself in you....

I resist my own arousal. I could simply straddle her face and shoot between those smiling lips right now, but I don’t want to. Kneeling between her legs, I stoop to kiss her sweet pussy and her clit, then slide up her body to kiss her breasts and then her mouth.

I want to pleasure you....

..... I want to watch you smile and sigh and Come under me....

My shaft trembling hard, pressed against her entrance, I ease inside her....

*****

James

I follow them through to the bedroom, wanting to watch them together, to enjoy the show...

.... to distract myself from what just happened....

.... taken aback by my own reaction....

When she dropped to her knees for me, it felt like real Submission, not simple obedience....

.... Don’t fall for her, Man....

.... Soon she’ll be gone....

The two are on the bed together, enjoying each other; at least Michael is enjoying her, and she looks to be relishing every moment as he softly fucks her.

But then I watch more closely. My cock’s twitching as I watch them, but I gradually realise that....

You’re not just fucking her, are you....?

He’s working for her, not himself....

Revolving his hips, arching under and up, he thrusts, aiming at her g-spot with his cock....

...Now that's not easy....

.... and with each stroke, she moans and shudders....

Michael withdraws, lies alongside her, an arm across her chest, one hand on a breast thumbing a nipple to hardness. As it puckers, he takes it in his mouth, but his expression is not what I’m accustomed to seeing. It’s easy to see when he‘s feeling horny, which in my experience of him, is most of the time; but right now....

.... he looks entranced.

Women throw themselves at you, My Friend, and yet you fall for this one....

How many women have I seen you with...?

.... I’ve no idea. I lost count long ago....

She's semi-facing him, doing all that he wants and enjoying herself, smiling brightly, but I see the difference. She is still being obedient to her contract....

.... but you are making love to her....

She’ll be gone soon. We have only one more day with her.

.... And then what?

What are the chances that we will ever see her again?

What the Hell do I do about this?

I didn’t think it was possible to break your heart....

.... or mine?

.... but perhaps it’s coming....

Oh, Jade-Eyes....

.... I want to have you. I want to share you. I want to spill in your mouth while you're being fucked at the other end. But I want your soul too.

Can I have both?

Can I have you at all?

Tomorrow is our last day....

*****

Michael

With slow, measured strokes I stretch her inside with my cock, kissing her within....

Tomorrow is our last day....

It's a depressing thought and for a moment, I think I'm going to lose my erection. Then she moans under me as I roll a nipple between thumb and forefinger, suck on the other.

Come for me, Babe....

I move to mouth at the vee of her thighs. Her brilliant red curls are warm and damp, fragrant with her arousal and I drop to taste her sex, lapping at her, willing her orgasm.

I Aaahhh... warm breath over her and a shudder runs through her. She's such a joy to touch, so responsive....

She’s close, trembling on the edge of climax, her pussy all but vibrating against my mouth.

I suckle at her bud, small and hot and stiff between my lips. The tip of her clit is too sensitive and there is a tug at her hips as she tries to escape the overload, so I work the delicate area at the root of her clit, massaging it with my tongue tip, feeling her spasm and quiver as I hit her sweet spot and drink her spilling juices.

And as I love her with my tongue, she whimpers her way into a beautiful shuddering orgasm. Clutching at the back of my head, fingers of both her hands biting into my scalp, she arches and strains, her hips rising under me....

And now James is here. As her climax wanes, I roll to one side, breaking free of her gripping fingers. James takes her at the wrists....

*****

James

My fingers encircling her wrists, I pin her hands to the pillow over her head, holding her down. I’m learning that she loves that.

And so do I....

It's not about virginity. It's about connection...

.... I've paid for you, but I haven't felt like this since....

.... Since when? I can't remember.

.... When did a woman last touch me? Inside?

And still, I can't remember. It must have been when I was with Marlene.

.... I married her. I must have loved her at some point....

.... but it’s so long ago....

Then she moves under me, whimpering and straining against my grip on her, and my cock stiffens again. Her eyes flutter open for a moment, green and feral, meeting with mine, before closing tight once more. Surging into her, wallowing in the sounds she makes, the sheer vibrancy of her....

You make me feel young again....

.... Tomorrow is our last day....

Make the most of this....

I fuck her hard, wringing moans from her with every thrust and enjoying the feel of stretching her open with every stroke.

I wish I was better at the whole empathy thing....

.... but that’s Michael’s forte....

And trying to fight off the fear of an end to all things, I Make Love to my Jade-Eyed Beauty.

The Story Continues In

‘Comrades’

‘Mastering the Virgin’

Part Four - ‘Comrades’

Comrades

Michael

Later, we lie together, the three of us, sated and relaxed; still naked from our love-making, but our sexuality now burning down to low embers in the shimmering candlelight and thousand reflections of James’ mirrored room.

He having shared her with me, after almost a week of astounding sex, I lie beside this lovely creature, her warm breast to my face, my lips warming a nipple. James is all but draped across her, his head resting close by her face as he strokes her stomach and the other breast.

Does he know he’s doing that?

It just doesn’t seem like him...

“So, Charlotte,” he says, “it is our final day tomorrow.”

“Yes, Master. Our final day.”

“I hope you have enjoyed our time together? No regrets?”

She smiles, “No, Master. It’s been wonderful. You.... and Michael... have opened my eyes; changed my view of the world.”

She sounds sincere and I laugh quietly as I kiss her breast, feeling warm inside.

James smiles. “I can imagine. To have been through your miserable non-marriage.... I know it wasn’t your fault, but there must surely have been times when you questioned yourself?”

She heaves a sigh, falls silent for a few seconds, then, “Yes, that’s true. There were times when I wondered if it was me. Was I so unattractive that my own husband wouldn’t.... or couldn’t....”

She can’t really believe that....?

.... Surely there has to be something else...?

.... But she has her right to anonymity.... I can’t ask....

James seems equally startled by her comment. “No! Not true, Charlotte. Unattractive? You are beautiful. Truly beautiful. Do you seriously think I would have paid what I did if you weren’t? Girls in sore need of money are not that hard to find you know.”

Ain’t that the truth....

And I mumble an agreement through my mouthful of nipple.

She sits upright, cross-legged on the bed, robbing me of my ‘snack’.

“I suppose so, Master, but nonetheless, I mean every word I say. I’ve actually had a wonderful week and I do want to say thank you; to both of you....”

.... Oh, Babe....

I sit up next to her, hugging my knees. James blinks, swallowing hard. For the briefest of moments, he looks away, then exchanges a glance with me before turning back to her, his lips curving.

.... I’ve never seen you smile like that before either....

“.... My name’s not really Charlotte, you know.”

.... is she going to tell us....?

“Of course, I know,” he says.

“I don’t mind telling you now, who I am. I know you’re a good man....”

Her glance strays between us....

“.... good men. I can trust you both. It’s....”

James presses a finger to her lips.

.... Fuck!

“It doesn’t matter,” he says. “You’ll always be Charlotte to me. And, I think I can speak for Michael that he feels the same...”

What do I say?

.... There’s nothing I can say....

I lean in to kiss her, meaning at first for it to be simply that, a kiss, but then....

.... I want you....

.... my hand curved into her hair, I pull her close, feeling her breath hitch as she responds to me....

.... and I think you want me.... for this at least....

Cupping a breast, I pull her back down to lie beside me, glancing over her shoulder to James.

He nods acknowledgement, but soft-eyed, says, “I think I’ll sit this one out for now, but I will enjoy watching you two.”

He fills his wine glass, then rolls back to lie to the other side of Charlotte, caressing the line of her waist to hip, but it’s a casual movement, with no real intent to it.

Rouse for me....

I pinch at her nipple. We have already seen that she responds to some pain, and although I don’t share James’ taste for delivering it, I want her response. I want...

.... need...?

... to feel and see her body’s reply to me.

I tug at the nipple, deliberately roughly, and her lips parting, she quivers, her scent suddenly billowing up around me. My cock’s twitching awake again and I pluck at the other nipple, rolling it to hardness between thumb and forefinger.

“Come on,” I say, “let me hear you.” And I twist sharply.

And now she cries out, hips bucking, and it’s not a cry of pain, but of arousal. To the other side, James is watching, his eyes, following her every movement as she slides fingers deliciously over my cockhead. Balls tightening as she fingers me....

.... just as well I’m about fucked out....

.... or I’d shoot off right now....

I’m warming over by the second, as is she. And now, giving the lie to his words, James slides his hand between her thighs, stroking at her soft, pale skin. She’s flushing, her perfume stronger by the moment as James teases at her pussy, not penetrating, but winding her up the spiral. Her breathing is growing heavy and as James toys with her clit, she shudders and gasps.

She swings around, kneeling by me to suck at my cock. Her tongue slipping through the slit, I grit my teeth to hang onto my control.

But she’s straining, her position awkward.

You’re not comfortable, are you....

Rolling her over, I lie her flat, a pillow under her head, and straddling her, I present her with my cock again, not pushing in, but giving her the option.

.... Between your lips.... those wild, green eyes looking up at me....

And now, free to move, she takes me into her mouth, sucking around the ridge of my cock-head, swiping her tongue over the length of my shaft and balls, then withdraws to swallow....

She’s getting better at it....

Sheesh....

My eyes closed, head flinging back, I revel in Charlotte’s attentions....

A cock-worshipper...?

Behind me now, sitting beside her, James is still be-devilling her clit, making her judder and jerk...

But I want it all now....

“Open your thighs wider, Charlotte,” I say. “Bring your knees up.”

Twisting around, turning to settle on all fours, I leave Charlotte with my cock, but now, head between her legs, I have my mouth over her slit.

She’s streaming wet, pungent with sex and lust, shuddering with arousal, and simply to have her like that, under me, quivering....

.... Wanting me....

.... leaves my cock pulsing hard, streaming with pre-cum and aching to be inside her; her mouth, her pussy, anywhere....

Her thighs are slippery with her own juices, her curls moist and glistening amber in the candlelight, wetting my fingers as I play with them, winding them through my fingers, tugging a little just to give her an extra sense that I am there....

The heat of her breath bathing my shaft, I press lightly to her lips, hoping she’ll take me in, hold me there....

How far could I go...?

Could she handle a deep-throat?

No, that’s not fair to ask.... It’d scare her...

Nonetheless, she opens wide for me, wrapping her lips around me, tonguing and sucking....

Her pussy’s already swollen and beginning to open, but I move things along a little, splaying her with my fingers, presenting myself with her hard, hot clit and her pink and, now fragrant, entrance. I’ve already learned where she’s most sensitive, without going into overload, and I probe at the tender sweet spot she has to the base of her bud, massaging the root with my tongue tip, caressing the small erect shaft with the heat of my mouth.

She’s moving under me, trembling and shivering, trying to squirm, but I deliberately pin her with my body....

There’s more than one way to restrain a sub....

.... curtailing her movements as she moans through her plugged mouthful. The sounds she’s making vibrate through me, making my balls tighten and my cock twitch with every note...

Looking up, I try to see into the mirrors, but my head sandwiched between her thighs, I don’t have the angle. But I can see James, standing over us, watching as his cock trembles against his stomach, his pulse-beat a metronome.  As our eyes meet, his lips twitch before he returns his attention, I think, to where Charlotte is sucking me off.

She’s hot under me, sweating hard, her skin slippery against mine. I want to take her further along the path. Her labia between my lips, I tug and suck, stretching the delicate skin with my teeth just enough to sting a little. Her moans grow louder, and my cock responds, hardening ever further....

Jeez....

Can she breathe...?

And swallow....?

I’m losing my control and I’m going to blow. Pulling out of her mouth for a moment to give her chance to clear her airways, I pause, then push in again, and out, and in, in a slow face-fuck that is only going to end one way.

Her juices are flowing freely, salty, tangy and delicious and I lick them away, all the while conscious of the rising tension in my groin....

I want to see it....

I lift away from her, supporting myself on my arms to be able to watch in the mirrors....

Do I come in her mouth...?

.... or shoot over her face...?

.... She’ll love it either way....

.... but I want to come inside her....

On the brink of climax, I strain to hold on, to extend the moment, but then, the tension, irresistibly, snaps and I spurt in deep.

All without thinking, my hips press in as I come, the pulsations violent as I groan and thrill through climax, revelling in the moment....

.... Too late, I wake up to Charlotte’s spluttering and choking; my cock penetrating beyond her gag point.... spilling into her throat....

.... Oh, fuck....!

Immediately, I retract, James stepping in to pull her free and upright while she coughs her throat clear.

“You okay, Charlotte?” he asks.

“Yes, I’m fine. Didn’t think I could do that. It’s okay. I just had to.... not breathe.... for a few seconds.”

I’m mortified. “Thank you, Charlotte. I’m sorry. I truly didn’t mean to go so deep in.”

I shouldn’t be needing to apologise for something like that....

She seems unfazed by the experience. “It’s fine really. And you’re welcome.”

“Get your breath back.” James is seated beside her, caressing her. As though nothing just happened, she leans in to suck gently at him, licking away at where he leaks a little pre-cum, and clearly enjoying it.

And as she does so, I see him morph from Carer to Dom, pushing her down flat, the palm of his hand to her chest, then straddling her, he presents his cock to her mouth.

Time to makes my apologies....

.... finish what I started....

Opening her legs, my face pressed into her liquefying sex, I hear James saying something to her, but I can’t make out the words.

Never mind, James can handle that end....

Her feet are loose over the bed; it can’t be comfortable, probably straining her back, so I ease them up and into position on the mattress, allowing her to support herself, feet flat down, knees raised. And as she settles properly, her hips rise as she offers herself to me.

Her pussy is wide and wet and succulent, her clit erect and red, and her flesh trembles and clutches deliciously at me as I penetrate her with a couple of fingers, working around in circles against her muscles. And as I suck at her bud, a guttural moan vibrates along the length of her, and her thigh muscles jump and hitch to either side of me....

Her body is rocking to a slow rhythm....

James face-fucking her....?

.... and lifting my head, keeping my fingers doing their work, in the mirrors I see him. He’s there, gradually working his shaft into her mouth, a little further each time, but not repeating my mistake of going too deeply. And now his breathing echoes with her groans.

She’s trying hard to service him, but I’m making it difficult for her. The sound of her sucking at his cock carries across the room, and now I start to work her g-spot, grinning at James as his eyes slant towards mine in the mirror while she bucks and twitches under him....

.... The tension palpable in her, for a moment she lies still, quivering before, feeling her orgasm break free, I plant my mouth over her sweet cunt, tonguing her out as she screams....

.... And she keeps screaming. Her wailing stretches out, and the pulsing of her muscles continues. Her climax seems to last forever....

And at the last, as I think she has finished, James grunts and spasms between her lips. Her pussy clenches again as she jumps and jerks, howling and laughing....

What the...?

Sitting beside her, James on the other side of the bed, as she quivers and bucks her way out of orgasm, I have to smile. She looks amazing.... Our eyes meet across her, James shaking his head in bemusement.

“I trust all was in order, my Lady?” I say.

She simply lies there, flat out, enervated, but grins up at me like the proverbial Cheshire Cat. “You could say that.”

James is holding in his smile, but he’s quirking at the eyes, thinking it as funny as I do. “You’re going to wear us both out, Charlotte. Perhaps we should eat?”

*****

Over a meal, James says, “So how shall we say goodbye, Charlotte...?”

.... and my stomach lurches....

I look away to avoid my expression betraying me.

“.... Tomorrow’s your last day with us,” he continues. “What would you like to do?”

“Can we go somewhere?” she says. “The beach again? The mountains? A park perhaps? Another picnic would be lovely.”

*****

I try to enjoy the day, to make the most of it, but my heart isn’t in it.

We can’t go walking as the weather isn’t too good. Bright sunshine intersperses with the kind of lowering black clouds that threaten to drench the unwary the moment shelter is beyond easy reach, so instead, we go to a hotel high up in the mountains which has a reputation for good food.

It’s a good choice. Set above high meadows, overlooking a lake, the sun and rainclouds cast light and shade to race across the verdant green, while the lake lies glittering and lovely below us. In the restaurant, we have the best table, right by a vast window which gives us views overlooking the panoramic glory laid out for us.

It should be a moment of peace and pleasure....

.... but tomorrow you’ll be gone....

James and Charlotte are talking and laughing. He’s making an effort to entertain her, telling her unlikely-sounding stories, swearing that every word is true. He’s clearly trying hard.

He knows how to charm when he wants to....

My attention drifts and I try to simply experience the moment, to hold it in my palm; something to be cherished and kept. Their chatter fades into the background.

Sitting there, overlooking the amazing view, my closest friend to one side, this beautiful girl to the other, I indulge myself. A small fantasy of living here, like this, with all a man could ask for; a beautiful house, friendship, love, companionship....

You’ve never held down a relationship in your life, Man....

.... How would you get from here to there?

James and Charlotte joking and convivial, I enjoy their enjoyment, the three of us being together feels comfortable and.... right....

He tells a joke and she's laughing, then as she packs away another huge meal, his eyes meet mine across the table before sliding away to stare out of the window.

And I know that he’s simply putting up a good front....

Tomorrow you’ll be gone....

She excuses herself, leaving us alone for a few minutes.

“You're very quiet,” he says.

“I was just thinking how natural this feels, the three of us together like this.”

He nods quietly, not replying, again staring out until Charlotte returns and he plasters his smile back in place.

*****

James

Back in the hotel, our last evening together, even Charlotte has picked up the quiet mood, saying little as we lie grouped on the large bed.

No-one spoke as we came in. By general agreement, we simply came into the mirrored room, to lie naked between the sheets together.

And I can’t help but notice, as we enter the room, her eyes are like saucers....

Feeling horny, Jade-Eyes...?

.... again....

You’ve come on a lot in a week....

And at the thought of Charlotte’s arousal, where she lies, me spooned against her back, Michael to her fore, my cock comes out to play, pressing into her back....

.... I reach around her, entertaining myself with her nipples.

Will she want to try it?

Let’s see....

I meet Michael’s eye. He knows what’s in my mind and nods his agreement. It’s a subtle motion; she doesn’t see it.

He’s ready too....

“Charlotte, lift your leg slightly,” I say. “Swing it over Michael’s.”

She looks back towards me, her eyes questioning, puzzled, but she obeys, lifting one leg to be supported by his body, allowing him access as he eases forward. She smells wet already, and doesn’t seem to have any difficulty as he enters her; simply breathing more deeply as he penetrates with a gentle thrust or two.

Can she handle this...?

.... I think so....

She startles slightly as she feels me behind her, lubing her to the rear. There’s a tremble to her, but I think it’s anticipation rather than stress....

Circling with a finger, I stretch her passage; opening her to take me, to take the two of us together, readying her to have my cock inside her to the rear, Michael’s to the fore.

Somehow, this seems the appropriate finish to our week....

The three of us....

One flesh....

I penetrate past the coolth and wetness of the lube, pressing into her heat. She shows no signs of discomfort, gives no indication that she is in any way distressed as, carefully, I sheath myself inside her.

She quivers, her flesh tight about mine.

“Everyone comfortable?” I ask.

Charlotte nods, so slightly. “Mmm...” Layered between, speared by both of us, her movement is limited.

Michael, watching her, drops his eyelids to me in the smallest of signals....

Yes, she’s alright....

He’s still looking at her; her face, her expression, but he is unconcerned.

Slowly I begin, a gradual In Out that fathoms her, then partially releases her. As it becomes clear that she is comfortable, Michael also begins to thrust, equally slowly and carefully, paralleling my rhythm.

It could be a coarse act, this double penetration of her. Despite the adventure of the last week, it could be a violation. But I don’t want it to be like that. I want it to be beautiful for her, an act of merging, or joining; the three of us in this ultimate union of the flesh.

She rocks between us, unmoving except for our movement within her, seeming mesmerised. She makes little sound, only that from her breathing, which grows heavier moment by moment.

Michael still watches her. I seldom notice his appearance. We have known each other too long. I am simply aware that he is an unusually handsome man, appealing to women....

.... But now, in the candle glow, I wonder what Charlotte sees as she watches him, watching her, as he moves within her....

She’s warm, both from her own arousal and our joined body heats. Her skin slickening, my body slides over her as I move, thrusting gently. The saltiness of her sweat coats my lips as I kiss her neck and the side of her face, and her hair blooms fragrant as she continues to grow warmer. My arms around her, I cup the soft flesh of her breasts, presenting them to Michael, who twists down to suckle gently.

I increase my beat, Michael following. Thrusting harder, faster, together we Make Love to our Jade-Eyed Beauty, saying goodbye to her in the way we know best, in a joined penetration that could be crude or cold, but which we both wish to be an act of the emotions, of the connection that has grown between we Three.

And now, Michael breaks time with me, no longer matching my rhythm, but working for her. He’s holding her gaze, angling to stroke her inside, to massage her sweet spot with his shaft. Ceasing to thrust, he winds his hips in circles against her, the palm of his hand pressed hard against her stomach. Her arousal is becoming extreme as she responds to his internal caress. She’s flowing, her juice slippery over my thighs, her scent growing stronger, all the while; it’s a heady mix....

And as Michael works her g-spot, her muscles begin to pulsate, resonating through her body to mine where I press in close against her spine. She’s getting close....

I step up the power of my thrusting once more, feeling her climax beginning to dance....

She’s wailing between us, howling almost.... and as she brinks.... Michael reaches to one side and I hear the purring of a vibe....

I think he strokes her clit with it....

.... and she spasms into orgasm, screaming out her ecstasy as I wrap my arms tightly around her, restraining her movements further while Michael plays her....

Climax ricochets through, her flesh pulsing against mine as she thrashes helplessly in my embrace, my shaft still buried deep within her....

.... until, finally, she almost shrieks out, “Stop, Michael. Stop. For God’s sake, stop.”

He removes the vibe and kisses her, his hands around her shoulders, wrapped in her hair, and once more, he begins to thrust with slow careful strokes.

And my own climax is rising. As the pressure grows, with the coming of the Rush, my breath broken, my heart pounding....

Michael is staring past her, at me....

?

?

Belatedly, I realise that my heartbeat is loud enough for him to hear....

... and then climax takes me....

.... and I throb into her, holding her tightly, squeezing her, the side of my face pressed against hers as I spill....

And as it passes, I relax and withdraw, leaving my Jade-Eyes to my Friend...

Michael rolls her onto her back, settles atop her, kissing her as he loves her with his body.

“I’ll miss you,” he says softly. Then, his head falling to her chest, he comes, quietly, sighing as he does so, his hips winding circles between her thighs.

After a few moments, he suddenly bursts out laughing “Stop that, Charlotte. Stop. You can’t keep doing that.”

?

“What’s she doing?”

He almost tugs himself out of her, grinning as he does so. “Your protégé has figured out that she can use certain of her muscles rather than just enjoy the ride.”

I laugh.

You’re not the same girl I met a week ago, Jade....

“Shall we celebrate?” I ask. “A last meal in honour of a wonderful week and an amazing girl.”

We eat out, letting Charlotte choose the restaurant, an Italian place, for our final night....

.... our last meal...

I raise a toast. “To Charlotte.”

Michael tips his glass. “To Charlotte.”

She blushes and raises her glass too.

...our final night....

.... our last meal...

*****

The following morning, I wake, blinking open, to find her watching me, her emerald eyes locked on mine. As I look back at her, her lips curve and she strokes the side of my face. Then, leaning forward, she kisses my lips before pulling away again....

.... and something inside me sings....

*****

Showered, dressed and breakfasted, I drive her to the rail station, Michael sitting in the back.

“I do hope I made the week good for you, Charlotte?”

Her smile is bright, genuine. “Oh yes, you did. I was so dreading it, and you, well, you made it marvellous.”

“I’m glad of that. I wouldn’t have pushed you farther than I thought you could go, you know, no matter how much I’d paid for the privilege. But you amazed me with just what you did do, or more to the point, wanted to do, and enjoyed.”

“It was amazing, Master. If I had to do it again, I would, but I can’t. I’m all out of virginities to sell.”

Ain’t that the truth....

I can only laugh.

Throw the bait...

Make sure she understands....

“Very true! Listen, Charlotte, you’ve earned plenty of money from your.... adventures, but college life can be expensive. You know; materials, textbooks, field trips, decent digs to live in... It adds up and in unexpected ways sometimes. What I’m getting at is, I’m here. If you need anything, anything at all, get in contact and....”

I lay a hand on her knee, staying low, keeping well clear of sexual territory...

Spell it out....

“.... This is a no-strings offer. I’ve more than had my money’s worth from you. I won’t expect you to get back into bed with me, or anywhere else....”

Keep it light....

I wink at her. “.... although, I’d not be likely to refuse if you offered. I think Michael would agree with me.” I head-point back to where he sits in silence.

She turns pink, looking away.

Fuck! Have I over-done it?

Calm it down....

“It’s alright,” I say. “I understand. You’re back in real life again now. No longer part of the fantasy world of the last week. And I don’t doubt, with your looks and er.... skills, it won’t be long before you have a real relationship again.”

“Master.... I....” she begins....

Don’t try to trap her....

Or sound as if you are trying....

“I’m only your Master for another five minutes. Our time is almost up. Don’t worry. Here....” One-handedly struggling with my wallet, the other hand on the steering wheel, “.... that’s my business card. Contact me any time......”

Michael’s hand reaches forward. “And this is mine. The same applies. If you need anything, call.”

At the station, she’s quick to get out of the car....

Did I overdo it...?

.... Or is there simply no chance that she....

“Let us carry your luggage. Let us be gentlemen for you.”

And she smiles. “Thank you, Gentlemen.”

Outside the entrance....

Don’t go....

What do I say?

I shuffle my feet. I’ve run out of words. “This is it then.”

She nods, her tone business-like. “This is it. Thank you for everything, Master. And you too, Michael.”

I glance at my watch. “Our week is done. I am officially no longer your Master. I am simply ‘James’.” Leaning forward, I kiss her on the cheek. “Thank you, Charlotte.”

My eyes are beginning to sting.

.... Get a grip, Man....

But as I kiss her, she leans in close, her hand curving into my hair, her face close to mine. “No matter what life brings me, college, success, relationships, marriage, you will always be my Master. Thank you for what you have done for me.”

Oh, fuck....

My Green-Eyes.... my Jade....

Blinking hard, swallowing, I pull back, and she continues, now to both of us. “I know I was lucky, getting you, both of you. I saw the other girls at the auction. They were just as scared as I was, and I do wonder how their week has been. Some of those men were.... unappealing.”

We stand, silent, Michael nodding slightly.

She smiles again, gives Michael a hug and a kiss. “Goodbye, Michael. It was lovely meeting you.”

Then turning back to me, she has something in her hand, pushes it into mine “Goodbye ... James, but I want you to have this. Now you know where to find me too.”

She’s given me her contact details?!?

“Bye, Charlotte.”

“Goodbye, Charlotte.”

Don’t go....

But she’s turning away. Michael stands frozen, so I nudge his elbow, and we too walk away.

As we reach the car, I turn to see her, wheeling her suitcase into the station. She doesn’t look back.

Suddenly, I feel tired; depressed.

“How about a drink?”

“Why not?”

*****

Michael

She’s gone....

.... and I feel miserable.

How could this have happened?

James stares at the steering wheel. “How about a drink?”

He looks equally downcast.

I shrug. “Why not? There’s a bar around the corner.”

*****

We nurse a beer apiece, whiskey chasers on the bar.

“Perhaps we should go to the Club tonight?” suggests James. “Try to get back to a normal life?”

My stomach churns at the thought. “You go if you’d like to. I’m really not in the mood.”

What to say?

“Are you happy with your money’s worth?”

He snorts. “Absolutely. How could she have given more than she did? What she did and gave of herself is above and beyond what I expected or hoped for.”

I take a couple of swallows of my beer, knock back the chaser and wave the barman for another round.

“What was it she said to you?”

“Mmm? Sorry?”

“She said something to you, as we were saying goodbye. What was it?”

He looks down at the bar and for a long pause, I think he’s not going to reply. “She said that whatever happens to her in her life, I will always be her Master.”

I stare at him. “You’re kidding.... And you talk about going to the Club?”

Again, a long pause.

“What...?” I ask. “You think she didn’t mean it?”

He gulps down his whiskey. “I think she did mean it. but what are the chances of it coming to anything? She’s gone to University. She’s young, intelligent and stunning. She’s going to have men.... men of her own age.... around her like flies.... and after this last week, she knows what to do with them.”

He swipes a hand through his hair. “What exactly do you think are the chances of us ever seeing her again?”

“That piece of paper she gave you, is it contact details?”

He blinks at me, then mutters, “How stupid can I be?” He reaches into his pocket, pulls out the crumpled scrap of paper.

“A name and address?” I ask.

He frowns. “No, it’s an e-mail address.” He sniffs. “Clever of her. Complete contact without actually surrendering any privacy.” He looks at the scrap, musing. “Interesting, the address is in fact, for the auction house; charlotte@.... She’s not actually given away anything at all.”

I pull out my phone. “Whatever it is, let me load it in. I’ll send her a message, just to make sure we stay in contact.”

James looks askance at me. “Keep it brief and to the point. Don’t say anything that might weird her out.”

“Of course.”

He stands, “I’ve got things to do today. Do want a lift back?”

“No, I’m good. Think I’ll stay here for a while.”

“Okay. Sure you don’t want to come to the Club tonight?”

I shake my head. “Maybe in a few days....”

“Alright. See you around.”

*****

James

The Club is busy, humming with people. All the regulars are here. I prop up the bar, a drink in my hand. Usually, I would have a glass of wine and take all evening over it. Tonight, I order a malt, knock it back and then order another. The barman looks at me askance. “Not your usual poison, James. You alright?”

“I’m fine.” I nod, turning away to cut off the conversation.

I’m not. I’m anything but fine.

What are you doing now, Jade-Eyes?

“By yourself tonight, James?”

It’s Jeannie. I like her, and she likes me. We’ve played together many times over the years, with and without Michael for company, but tonight her red hair just reminds me of....

.... other things....

“Yes, Michael couldn’t make it tonight, Jeannie.”

“That’s a shame. Never mind. Want to play?”

My autopilot starts to say ‘Yes’, but then, “Um.... in a while perhaps.”

I don’t want to be here....

*****

Michael

I don’t go to the Centre today. Normally, I love my work, what I do, but today....

Instead, I lounge around in my apartment, vegging out watching daytime TV, bored with everything I see, but not knowing what else to do with myself.

Eventually, with a screaming need for.... something, I head out to my local bar. At least there I’ll be part of the human race.

The barman knows his job, and knows too when his customers simply want to drink in peace.

“Good evening, Michael. How are you?”

I nod, curtly. He looks surprised, then pours two fingers into a glass and slides it across the bar to me.

I sit, cradling my glass and staring into space.

The door swings open and James walks in, his face stony.

“I thought you were going to the Club?”

“Yes. I went.”

“You’re.... back early.”

He sits, taking the stool next to me, head down. I stare at him, then, “You too, huh?”

He nods, saying nothing, eyes downcast.

I wave the barman down for a refill and a second glass.

*****

I come crashing down into a monochrome life; work, eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, interspersed with too much time in bars. I don’t even have James for company as he’s out of town somewhere on his business.

Too many days.... Too many weeks.... All the same....

Something’s missing....

.... and I know what it is....

At the Centre, I’m about to call it a day, leave Jim to lock up. I’ve nothing to go home for; my apartment has always been simply somewhere to sleep, but I’ve got the blues and don’t feel like hanging around any longer.

Chloe’s there, in the gym, exercising hard, as she always does. Always before I’ve been pleased to see her as she invariably invites my company. And of course, I have always accepted.

“Hi, Michael. I’ve not seen you for a while.” She smiles and stretches, showing off her excellent and well-cared for figure.  “Are you playing out this week?”

Sorry, Sweetheart....

“No, I don’t think so,” I say. “I’m not really in the mood.”

Her face drops, then she looks sceptical. “Not in the mood? You? When were you ever not in the mood?” Then she frowns. “You’re not ill, are you? Coming down with something?”

“No, I’m fine.”

No, I’m not....

She looks puzzled. Hands on hips, she measures me up and down. “Is it me? Have I done something to upset you?”

“No, Chloe. It’s not you at all. I think you’re lovely. I always have. You know that.” I give her a quick peck on the cheek to emphasise my point.

Then she peers up at me. “I don’t believe it.... It’s a girl, isn’t it? You’ve finally fallen for someone. Who is it?”

Is it that obvious...?

“No-one you’d know.”

“Michael, how many women have you fucked with over the years?”

Aw.... c’mon....

“I’ve no idea. I never counted.”

“And now you’ve finally fallen for one of them?” Then she looks more closely at me. “But it’s not working out is it?”

When I don’t reply she nudges me with her elbow and winks. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

*****

James

I’m working over the schematics for the new Haswell Offices, checking for any pitfalls, cock-ups and booby-traps before actual work starts.

The weather’s hot, despite the lateness of the year. I gulp water, trying to cool down a little....

My back pocket vibrates.... my mobile....

Damn!

Just when I didn’t want to be disturbed....

I glance at the screen. Perhaps it’s someone I can ignore.

Fuck....!

It’s Charlotte.

I swallow, then trying to keep my voice level, casual....

“Charlotte! How lovely to hear from you. How are you?”

“I’m fine, Master. How are you?” She sounds good; really good.

And she called me ‘Master’....

“All the better for hearing from you. What can I do for my favourite ex-virgin?”

“Well, I’m taking a few days off and I was wondering... are you and Michael free this weekend?”

For you Green-Eyes. For you....

I pause, trying to collect my thoughts.

What does she want to come for?

My mouth is dry, and I take another gulp of water....

“I am certainly free for you, Charlotte. And I don’t doubt that Michael will make himself available. For the avoidance of doubt, can I ask why?”

Her voice is cheerful and relaxed. “I’d just like to spend some time with you again.”

What does she mean...?

Don’t presume....

“Just time, or for.... more? Don’t misunderstand. I just want to be sure that I am not making any assumptions.”

“Oh, I’d like us all to have some fun together, Master.”

Oh, Jade....

“Alright, Charlotte. So how would you like to spend the weekend? Just with me and Michael or....”

Down the rabbit hole again...?

“I’d like to spend time with the two of you, Master, but I’ll admit, I’d like to play some games as well. That night you took me to the club; that was so exciting.”

“I’ll see what we can do.”

“Can you pick me up from the train station?”

“Of course I can.”

*****

Michael

My phone screen flashes. It's James.

“Hi. I thought you were still out of town for a couple of weeks yet?”

“I was, but.... Michael, she phoned me. She's coming back for the weekend. Are you free?”

“She? Charlotte?”

“Yes, of course, Charlotte. Who else?”

‘.... Of course I'm fucking free....

“Yes, I'm free.”

“Can you pick me up?”

“Sure, but why? Is your car out of action?”

“No, it's in storage. You need to pick me up from the airport.”

The airport...?

“James, where are you? Where are you calling from?”

“Right now... I’m on my way to Valencia Airport.”

“Valencia? In Spain?”

“That's where Valencia was the last time I looked.”

He's flying back for her?

You've got to admire his style....

*****

The weather is grey and dismal, the car spraying a wash up from the tyres, the wipers working constantly to clear the drizzle.

“How was Spain?”

“Good. Better bloody weather than here, that's for sure.” James shivers and pulls his collar up.

“You were on business there?”

“No, I was visiting my mother.”

His mother?

“Your mother’s Spanish?”

“Aha...”

That explains his looks; dark hair, dark eyes.... fair-skinned though....

“What about your father?”

“Died ten years ago....”

“He was Spanish too?”

“No, English.”

The clouds grow darker by the minute and I switch from sidelights to full beam.

“Was your mother alright about you suddenly leaving her behind?”

His tone is curt. “She was fine.”

Let’s wind him up a bit....

“Perhaps because she thought her little boy was visiting a girl?”

He gives me a slow look and turns away to stare out of the window. There’s not a lot to see, the view washed away by the now sheeting rain.

Don't push it....

Well, maybe just a bit....

I slide a sideways glance at him, trying to suppress a smile. I’m not too successful as after a minute or so he says, "What's funny?"

“The Subs have the power. The Doms have the control?" I chuckle.

"What's that supposed to mean?” he growls.

“You just dropped everything to fly a thousand miles because she said she was coming...”

He grimaces. “For fuck’s sake, don't tell her that.”

Grinning, “I won't. Scouts honour...”

“And I don't see you hanging around bars right now either.”

“Oh, I'm happy to admit it. She's got me. What's your excuse?”

He sighs. “Yes, she's got me too.”

He goes quiet, distant....

Perhaps I overdid it....

“So, do you have any plans, or are we making this up as we go along?”

“In fact, I have quite a bit planned.”

“Such as...? .... Where am I driving to by the way? That apartment again?”

“No, take the next turnoff.”

“That takes us up the mountains.”

“That's right.”

I follow his directions for a while then, “Hang on, are we going to that hotel where we ate before? On the last day?”

“That’s the place. They do log cabins close by. I’ve booked one for the weekend.”

“Great idea....”

Nice and private....

Some while later, we pull in. Parking up, the rain has stopped but weather is cold; late Autumn with the tang of Winter in the air. And the log cabin he has booked is right out of Winter romantic fantasy.

Nope, can't fault his taste either....

.... or his budget....

*****

James

Michael strolls in, hands in pockets, looking around; checking out the bedrooms and the hot tub, grunting his approval at the open fire. “Nice place,” he comments. “I see that you’ve spared no expense again.”

“What else am I going to spend my money on? Running my non-existent home and funding my ex-wife’s live-in lover?”

His face falls....

.... and I feel like a complete shit....

“Sorry, that wasn’t aimed at you....”

“Yes, it was. What have I done to upset you?”

Michael’s back is turned to me as he stacks kindling and small screws of newspaper into the fireplace, making a neat pile which lights with a single match.

“I said I’m sorry.” My voice is still sharp, though I don’t intend it to be. He looks up at me in silence, then watches the fire for a few moments as the flames begin to catch.

Turning to me, he stands, arms folded, legs akimbo. “Alright, what’s eating you? Are you regretting this? Not wanting to carry through with her? Because if you don’t, I....”

I cut him off. “No, I am not regretting it.”

“Are you regretting having me involved then?”

“No, I’m not. We’re in this together....”

“So...?”

“So.... I’m nervous,” I confess. “This whole.... ‘Buying a Virgin’ thing.... started out as a bit of fun for me. I didn’t quite do it on a whim, but it was damn close, and.... and....” My words dry up.

“And now we’re playing for stakes?” he suggests. “It matters that we get this right?”

“Yes.... Look, I’m sorry I snapped. Anyone would have got it. It happened to be you. My apologies.”

“Accepted.” He holds out his hand and we shake, Michael giving my hand a sharp tug downward that might incapacitate anyone not familiar with his strength.

“Shall we move on?” I suggest, holding up the bottle of malt I instructed the staff to have waiting.

“Good idea. And yes, you can pour me a stiff one of those....”

I pause at his phrasing and his lips quirk....

Is he joshing me?

But his expression stays steadfastly innocent, eyes blue and guileless....

Hmmm....

The fire’s burning nicely now, and he stacks smaller stove lengths around the kindling, then larger logs around that.

“So,” he says, taking an armchair by the hearth, “What’s the plan?”

“The plan is to give her what she’s coming for and has asked for....”

“Being....?”

“You, me.... more....”

His face clouds over. “More? You mean we get her gangbanged again?”

“She dropped some pretty heavy hints she'd like it.”

He looks glum. “Not so many this time....”

“No, not so many. You and I want a turn too, don't we...?”

His glance is sharp. “That's not what I meant....”

“I know.”

His voice quiet, “I don't want to share her....”

What....!

He looks up, sees my face; “I don't mean with you.  I mean, I don't want to pass her around, even if she enjoys it.”

“We've got a way of keeping her coming back. Don't spoil it....”

He stares into his glass, swilling the amber liquid around, but not drinking...

“.... Would you rather have part of her or none of her?” I ask.

He meets my eyes, looking unhappy, not speaking.

“Do you seriously think she couldn't have her pick of men?” I say. “She's studying physics for God's sake. She'll be surrounded by them, all of them a lot younger than you and me, and all interested in the same things she’s interested in....”

He nods, still looking gloomy....

“.... but she’s coming back, to us. So, let's make sure she gets what she wants when she's here. We make ourselves a habit with her.”

Still, he looks miserable. “I don’t like it,” he says.

I’ve got to knock him out of this....

Making my tone as heartless as I know how, “You think she's going to be lured with flowers and chocolates? Michael, you've flitted between one woman and the next as long as I've known you. What's different now?”

“You know what's different. What about you? Wouldn't you like to have her to yourself?”

How honest should I be with him....? Right now?

Let it pass....

“It doesn’t matter one way or the other what I want, except that right now, we have a chance to catch her, to get her to want to return to us, to stay with us. Right now, that’s the important thing....”

And now he finally meets my eye, properly. “You're better at the cold-blooded thinking than I am.”

“And you're better at the empathy, so between us let's make it work.”

“So, you're not going to admit you're in love with her?” he says.

Oh, fuck...

“Is it so obvious?”

“To me, yes.”

“And to her?”

“I don't think so. You can be a blank-faced bastard when you want to be, James.”

Thanks to you too....

“And I’m going to keep it that way,” I reply. “She’s known us a week. Sorry.... she’s known me for a week; you for six days. How do you think she’ll react if either of us decides to announce our undying devotion? Do you want to put her in the Twilight Zone?  It's complicated enough already. If either of us says anything... inappropriate... we’ll not see her again for dust....”

He can cry into his beer later. For now, we hang on to her....

“.... So,” I continue, “what do we offer to keep her coming? Since roses and chocolates are off the menu?”

Mind-blowing sex....

.... sex that makes her eyes water and her blood sing....

Pin her brains to the bed-head....

I look across, surreptitiously, at Michael. He’s wearing that glazed expression again....

.... that part of it shouldn't be a problem....

Keep the cash coming for her....

.... but don't make her a whore....

And don't make her feel like one either....

“We give her exactly what she wants, you and me, and as many others as she wants or can handle....” Watching him over the top of my glass, “.... I don’t think you’ll have any problem fucking her ‘til she screams, will you?”

“Hardly....” He smiles wryly. “It’s been six weeks. I think I’ll last the weekend....”

“Six weeks? And you haven’t...?”

Lips pursed, he shakes his head. “Didn’t have the heart for it. It’s the first time in twenty years that’s happened....” He looks up, eyes lidded.... “You....?”

“No, me neither,” I admit. “And it’s been a lot longer than twenty years for me....”

He nods, swilling whiskey around his mouth. “Um.... so.... we've got the, er, necessities?”

“If by ‘necessities’, you mean cuffs, ropes, blindfolds and vibes, yes.” I cast eyes towards my suitcase.

“Lube?”

“Yes.”

He looks across at the suitcase, grinning. “That must have raised a few eyebrows as it went through the scanner at the airport....”

I burst out laughing. “You know, I never thought of that. I was so occupied with trying to get here. I had a devil of a time getting a last-minute flight....”

And Michael laughs too, raising his glass. “To Threesomes....”

I tilt my glass to him. “.... and Jade-Eyed Redheads.”

With a nod, he raises his glass again, “.... and Charlotte.”

*****

James

Michael walks with a swing in his step and a smile on his face.

.... You’ve got it bad, my Friend....

.... not that I blame you....

We don’t have long to wait; the train is on time and after the usual huddle of people exiting, Charlotte steps out.

She looks fresh and beautiful; simply dressed in jeans and tee-shirt, her long red hair tied back in a pony-tail. For a moment, looking the other way, she doesn’t see us, then turning about, her face lights up.

Ah... but that’s a lovely smile....

Michael almost tramples me to get to her, embracing her bear-hug style, all but sweeping her feet from under her as he kisses her....

It is not the kiss of one friend to another, or of a brother to a sister....

Mmm.... too many people around here for me to do that too....

I keep my hands in strictly non-sexual territory, resting on her shoulder as I give her a peck on the cheek.

“I’d love to kiss you like that too,” I whisper, “but let’s save your blushes while we’re in public eh?

She returns the peck, murmuring, “Thank you, Master.”

.... Master....

Walking to the car, Michael doesn’t speak, but he grins as our eyes meet over her head. And as he looks down on her I see....

Adoration....?

Tread carefully.... Don’t let this carry you away....

In the car, driving back to the lodge, she’s bubbly and talkative.

“So why are you here, Charlotte?” I ask. “I was sure that you would have a boyfriend now, or even several boyfriends.” I try to keep it light, winking at her next to me in the passenger seat.

“I did try it,” she says, shrugging. “I’ve had a few dates and.... more. But it was all a bit boring. After the time I had with you and Michael; well, nothing compared to that and I wondered if you might like to....”

Michael, from behind, interrupts. “We would love to, Charlotte. We just want to be sure that we are not interfering with your ‘real life’.”

Good of you to say that....

.... considering how you feel....

She shrugs. “What’s real life? The time I had with the two of you feels more real to me than anything I’ve done since.”

What on earth does she mean by that....?

I want to ponder, chew over her words, but then, “Master, haven’t we just missed the turn-off? For the hotel I mean?”

Aha! lol!

Gotcha, Girl....

“We’re not going to the hotel. We thought we’d make the weekend a bit more special than that.”

“Where are we going then?”

“You remember that restaurant up in the mountains? Overlooking the lake? They do cabins. We’ve booked one of those.”

“Oooh, lovely!”

She’s wearing that delighted-little-girl look that is one of the joys of knowing her. I’m looking forward to getting her back to the cabin....

.... just the three of us again....

I let Michael take her inside, show her around. His obvious desire to be with her....

How can I deny him that...?

Carrying her suitcase inside, I let him stoke up the fire, piling on more logs. I have a pretty good idea that he would like to roll around with her on the large fur rug in front of the hearth. Certainly, he’s raising the fire to a good heat....

She’s flagging a bit, looking pale. “You’re tired, Charlotte. Why don’t you go have a shower or a bath.” I suggest. “You’ll feel better after that. I’m going to make us something to eat.”

“Mmm, yes, Master... I think I will.”

.... Master....

She wanders off into the bathroom. Michael smiles happily at me, stretches, then grins broadly before turning to stand staring into the fire.

“I’ll get on with making the meal,” I say.

“Sure, d’you need any help?”

“No, I’m fine. I’ll call if there is anything.”

He nods, returning his attention to the glow of the flames.

In the kitchen, I take ingredients from the fridge and store, then start browning meat and chopping shallots.

I’ve always enjoyed cooking, but there’s never seemed much point to it after my divorce and with only myself to cook for. Somehow, the sound of the knife, clunking through carrots and potatoes into the wooden chopping board, feels comforting.

When was the last time I did this...?

.... shallots and garlic soften in the oil, turning sweet and translucent as they sizzle quietly....

.... cooked for more than just myself....?

.... a family...

.... It’s been years......

I add the root veggies, tip half a bottle of good red wine into the mix, scatter oregano, rosemary and black pepper over the cook-pot and stir it in. Then for good measure, I pour in a good dollop of brandy before putting the pot in the oven.

Wonder if she’s out of the bathroom yet?

.... In the lounge, Charlotte’s there ahead of me, the two of them by the fire, Michael standing, still dressed; she naked, kneeling for him, his cock in her mouth, his hand knotted into her hair....

You’re so beautiful....

And so young....

Oh, Jeez, I am in love with you....

And you'll be still young and lovely and full of life when I'm in a wheelchair....

I’m too old for you, Jade-Eyes....

.... or you’re too young for me....

Why couldn't I have met you twenty years ago?

How do I keep you?

How do I keep you...?

I watch her, sucking on Michael’s cock for the obvious sheer pleasure of doing so....

You’re enjoying that, Jade....

And you’re so beautiful....

And I watch them....

He’s not bad either. It’s not hard to see why she’s attracted....

They make a handsome couple....

.... Michael....

Michael....

What do I mean by that?

I try to sort through my quagmire of cluttered thoughts.

I need to think this one through....

Neither has noticed me yet, and I take an armchair, watching them as I sip my wine.

She’s doing a good job on him. His breathing is slow and heavy, his head tipped back as she worships his cock, tracing her tongue around the ridge of the head, tasting him....

.... her technique’s improved since we first met.... when she was all enthusiasm and no technique...

Wonder who she’s been with? She’s learned quite a bit in the last few weeks....

.... Another student I suppose....

Michael breaks away from her. “It’s wonderful,” he says, stooping to kiss her hair. “But I don’t want to blow off in five minutes. We have all evening.”

And she sees me, watching her....

.... watching them....

She turns, dropping to the floor, stretching out on the fur, the golden light of the fire bathing her, turning her skin to amber, her red hair to a flame....

Michael drops to sit beside her, his fingers rippling up the skin of her back, at first sensually, then I see him change, morphing to professional mode, the masseur....

“You’ve been spending too much time on a computer,” he says. “Your shoulder muscles are knotted. Lie on your front. Let me work them out for you.”

She looks piqued, but obeys, lying on her stomach as he swings a leg over to straddle her. “I’ll do this properly later,” he says, “but I need you on a bed for that. For now, I’ll just massage out those muscle kinks.”

He works at her, fingers, thumbs and the heel of his hands digging into her shoulders and spine. She inhales sharply, wincing.

“Serves you right,” he says. “If you have poor posture or a bad position at your desk, this is the result. D’you have a proper office chair and desk? Your computer at the correct height?”

“I’ve been making do a bit,” she says. “I wanted the money to stretch out.”

She’s short of cash?

How the hell’s that happened? She should have plenty in the bank....

Michael’s expression says it all....

.... He’s not happy about that....

.... He swings over and away, slapping her ass as he does so, then flipping her onto her back to kneel beside her.

She looks at me, then Michael, then back to me. Lying back, arching and stretching as she holds first my gaze, then his, she displays herself. Cupping her breasts, tweaking at her crinkling nipples, she performs for us.

Lying back, thighs slightly akimbo, her invitation obvious, she gazes up at Michael.

He smiles, unbuttoning shirt and cuffs. As he undresses for her, stripping off his shirt, unbelting and shrugging off his pants, I try to look at him as a woman might see him. For all that he is my friend of years, I have never really looked at him before. Indeed, given the ways in which we have enjoyed our time together, I have almost made a point of not looking. But now, with the idea stirring within me....

.... I try to see him from the female point of view....

Beyond doubt, he’s attractive. Any woman is going to look twice. Broad-shouldered and well built, with his blond, blue-eyed good looks and his easy, winning manner, he has obvious appeal. Not that I didn’t already know that. Between us, we’ve fucked our way through the clubs for years, but I’ve never thought about it consciously before....

But now, I do....

What does she think of him...?

.... he’s already in love with her....

He’s kneeling between her legs, kissing her stomach and tits. It’s obviously working well on her because she’s flushing up, gleaming with sweat, inviting him closer and in....

She looks across, sees me watching, and smiles as Michael covers her, probing at her cunt with his cock, teasing her....

Yeah... she likes him....

But is that as far as it goes....?

.... Right now, probably yes. He’s a good fuck....

.... but given time....

Her desire is becoming urgent. She wants him inside her....

She’s murmuring something to him. I can’t pick out what she’s saying, but he smiles, pushing a little harder at her entrance, still teasing, not entering her....

And now I hear her words....

“Please, Michael. Please.”

He’s working her, kissing her softly, his cock flirting with her pussy....

They never talk of pussy-teasers, do they.... only cock-teasers....

lol!

Her breath is shuddering and breaking. She tries to raise her hips, to take him inside herself....

She can’t win that one. He’s way too strong for her....

He grins a white-toothed smile at her, resisting her, then allows her a single thrust, plunging into her once, then withdrawing....

He knows how to play her....

And now, he pulls out and away, tugging her upwards, lifting and turning her to face me, then dropping her, still on her knees, at my feet....

She stares up at me, pale-skinned, green-eyed, red-haired, naked, kneeling and beautiful....

And, lips parting, she smiles up at me....

Oh, fuck....

I stroke her face, cupping her chin in my hands....

I’ve got to get these pants off before I strangle something....

She saves me the trouble. Leaning forward, she unbelts and unzips me, releases my cock....

.... and laps at it with her tongue. Michael is close behind her, arms reaching around to cup her tits, his shaft I think pressed to her rear.

And now, he enters her; slamming in hard. Even with her mouth full, she screeches as he penetrates, her nails biting into my thighs as, all the while, she sucks at my cock, tonguing the head....

Michael reaches around to play with her clit, tormenting her sweet spot as he slowly fucks her. Leaning over, I inhale her, her sweet perfume heavy with sex and lust and arousal.

Nuzzling her neck and hair, entranced as Charlotte moans her growing arousal, I revel in the taste of her, the sound of her, the warmth of her mouth over my hardness. I wallow in her, with my head and heart and cock and senses.

Whatever Michael’s doing to her below, it’s working. Repeatedly she quivers and bucks, a frisson running through her skin which makes her warm lips tremble over me....

Naked, kneeling, my cock in her mouth, she’s a vision right out of all my fantasies.

My Green-Eyes....

My Jade....

I’m flowing now, and she looks to be enjoying it, lapping away at my shaft, occasionally breaking off to lick her lips clean. She’s having trouble keeping her mouth around me because with Michael’s rhythm, she’s rocking and swaying ....

.... he’s getting close, pounding her hard.... dripping with sweat.... his teeth gritted, lips curled back a little....

.... and he groans and presses forward into her, hips rotating as he comes....

.... but he’s still working her....

.... kneeling upright, still inside her, still panting in the aftermath of climax, he’s fingering at her clit....

.... she’s losing her concentration, not sucking at me now, but it doesn’t matter. Watching her on the build-up to orgasm is enough to have my cock twitching and ready....

And she comes....

And as she does, Michael pulls her to kneel upright to face me, supporting her at the waist with one hand, still between her legs with the other. He’s leaning around her to see her face as she orgasms, partly watching her, partly exchanging glances with me as he displays her, and she wails and hollers and shudders....

As she descends again, she looks at me, still panting, hips twitching, glory in her eyes. Then Michael, tugging back at her, spins her about, pulling back down on all fours to give me her pussy.

She’s slick and swollen and red, her entrance and thighs gleaming with a mixture of her own juices and Michael’s cum. And as I drop to my knees, plunging into her, I can feel that she’s still not quite out of climax, her cunt still pulsing, clutching at me.

She’s hot and wet and utterly delicious.... and I’m already there.... In less than a minute, the Rush is coming, rising by the moment, and I pull her hard to me at the hips, pressing in tight as I spill into her, my mind fragmenting as I come....

.... before, sated, I drop down atop her, resting my head on her shoulders.

Wow....

Six weeks was it....?

.... Wonder how long it’ll take me to re-charge....?

“Thank you, Charlotte,” I whisper, before rolling away to lie on the rug, panting at the ceiling....

She drops down beside me. I reach out, stroke her arm, Michael lying close by. Speech seems unnecessary....

And together, in the flicker of the flames, the three of us drift in the hinterland of orgasm....

Could it work...?

.... Really work?

It’s unconventional....

But where did convention get me....?

Divorced and alone....

.... and lonely....

I look across at the two of them, trying not to be obvious about it....

Am I dreaming...? Being ridiculous to even think about it....?

Michael notices me looking, meets my eye, frowning in question....

I shake my head....

.... Not now....

.... Not yet....

He looks puzzled, shaking his head slightly, then looks away again, turning his attention to Charlotte, something close to worship in his eyes as he watches her....

Might she go for it...?

She’s young, beautiful, intelligent.... she could take her pick....

.... but she came back....

.... and she calls me Master....

The scent of cooking drifts past....

Fuck!

“The casserole!” I dash through to the kitchen, to find that our dinner is perfectly cooked and ready to serve, bubbling and savoury, the pot hissing and shooting steam.

Better put some clothes on before I handle that....

As I return to the lounge, Michael tosses me a bathrobe, casting a glance down. “Some things are better not loose near flames,” he says drily.

*****

The casserole has turned out well and the mood is amiable as we sit to eat.

Why’s she short of money...?

.... Or is she just very careful...?

“So why the train station, Charlotte?” I ask. “Don’t misunderstand. We’re both very happy to collect you, but, no car yet?”

She shrugs. “Oh, I’d like one, but I’m trying to be sensible with my money and a car is something I just can’t afford right now. I’m fine on the train.”

She should easily be able to afford it....

.... Is it rude of me to ask...?

.... Fuck it.... I want to know.... I need to get inside her head....

“Er, well, I have a pretty good idea of how much you earned with your, um, adventures....” I say, “.... with us a few weeks ago. I know how much I paid for you and how much the other guys contributed afterwards. Surely you must have plenty in the bank? You’re not dressing extravagantly or wearing expensive jewellery. Where’s your money going?”

She blushes. “I know you paid a lot of money for me, Master, but of course, the auction house took fifty per cent and I’ve had to pay out for digs and tenants deposit and everything. And that’s before I’ve bought textbooks and other stuff...”

Michael all but chokes on his food “Fifty per cent?” he demands. “After what you did? Selling your own virginity?”

I showed you the contract.... Didn’t you read it...?

.... Even at fifty-per-cent, there should be plenty of money left....

.... Where has it gone...?

.... Don’t upset her.... Play it cool....

I make a show of chewing my food, swallowing, scooping up another forkful.... “I’m sorry, Charlotte. Yes, I did know that when I bid for you, but I’d forgotten. How long do you think your money will last?”

“Oh, I’ll be fine. I just have to be careful with what I spend.” She looks away....

You’re lying to me, Green-Eyes...

.... don’t make a habit of it....

“Where are we going to go tomorrow, Master? Somewhere exciting?”

Mmmm....

.... Not a very subtle change of subject.

Michael meets my eye, flashes a sceptical eyebrow at me...

“I thought we might go walking,” I say. “The countryside around here is beautiful, and there’s a circular trail around the lake.”

“Oh yes, that would be lovely.”

“That’s agreed then. I’ll make up some packs and we can enjoy the Great Outdoors.”

*****

Michael

It’s a perfect day for walking; a classic late Autumn day, brilliant sunshine, bright blue skies and that bite in the air that tells you Winter is just around the corner.

James obviously knows the trail well, taking us miles in a circular route through mountain woodland and around the lake.

I’m looking forward to a hot bath.... Wonder if he’s told her yet...?

.... I don’t think so....

She’s walking ahead of us, throwing bits of bread to a squirrel, trying to lure it closer. While her back is turned to us, I ask quietly.... “Does she know?”

He’s struggling to keep his face straight. “Didn’t see any point in handing out spoilers,” he murmurs.

“You’re sure about this?”

“Quite sure. It’s what she wants.... Now, shhh, before she hears us....”

Back at the cabin, we strip off our walking clothes. James, unlacing his boots, comments, “It’s always the best thing about good boots, isn’t it....”

“Taking them off, again?” I laugh.

“That’s right.” He stretches and wriggles his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think we walked far enough today. How about a hot toddy?”

“Sounds good to me. Charlotte?”

“Sounds lovely,” she smiles, struggling with her laces.

I get the fire burning again while James makes coffee all round, splashing in rather a lot of rum, but the effect is magical. Lolling by the flames in bathrobes, the mood is congenial and relaxed.

Charlotte, yawning, “I’d really like to have a soak in that jacuzzi, Master. It looked heavenly.”

James grins. “Ah, glad you mentioned that. In fact, you took the words out of my mouth. Michael, if you would, please.”

She looks startled as we both rise, each with a hand cupping her elbows, leading her to the wet room.

I open the door, and James, a hand between her shoulders, pushes her through, where she freezes, gaping.

They’re all here, as arranged. She already knows them from her first such ‘frolic’. And despite my reservations, I can only chuckle at her reaction to seeing Greg and Carl, Paul and Billy already waiting in the tub, laughing at her reaction. I queried James about Paul and Billy, but he insisted....

And she enjoys it rough....

James gives her another shove from the rear, “Go on, Charlotte, do your stuff.” Then he reaches around her to tug open the belt of her robe, while I slide it from her shoulders.

She stands, fixed to the spot, naked, still open-mouthed as she stares at them....

She doesn’t seem worried though.... Just surprised....

“Looks like she needs some help, Michael,” comments James, grinning at me and eye-pointing down at her.

.... lol! I love it!

Laughing, we each grab her, sweeping her off her feet, James at her wrists, me at her ankles....

“One, two, three....” And we swing her to drop, shrieking with delight, into the water.

She disappears under, but the four already in there quickly pull her upright, wiping bubbles and streaming water away from her face. Then someone, Billy I think, kicks her feet out from under her and she collapses into Greg’s lap where, half out of the water, he sits on the steps.

And finally, she rediscovers the power of speech. “Hi, Guys. Nice to see you all again.”

“You too, Charlotte.”

“And you, Charlotte.”

“Are we playing together again today?” says Paul. He was keen to be involved last time and equally enthusiastic this time.

She turns, beaming, to me and James. “Are we playing? Oh, yes, I think so.”

I drop my robe. James fishes a bottle of oil out of the pocket, then shrugs his off too. As we descend into the foaming water, James comments, “You know, Michael, I’d never thought about it before. Did you realise that tits float?”

“No, I hadn’t. But then I’d not thought about it either.”

And she bursts into giggles again.

And now, they’re on her; all of them. She’s supported by Greg from behind as Paul pushes between her knees....

Another Dom through and through.... taking charge....

.... fingering at her....

.... and holding her eyes as her mouth opens and she begins to pant....

He knows what to do with a sub...

.... Or did James put him up to it...?

I try to catch James’ attention, but he won’t meet my eye, his expression bland.

“Just a sec,” he calls, now sitting on the steps himself. He tosses the bottle across to Greg. “Rub her well up with that first; inside and out.”

Stop the soap burning her....

She looks incredible; eyes alight, beaming with delight and the flush of arousal rising up and over her tits, which as James has mentioned, are bobbing up to float with the bubbles.

“Let me help with that,” says Paul, wriggling his fingers at Greg for the bottle. “Lift her up a bit,” he says to Carl.

Yup.... taking charge....

He pours a good amount of oil into his palm, rubbing into her thighs and vulva, then inside. He’s not exactly business-like as he does it, but it has all the hallmarks of a man doing a job....

Then his manner changes; he stands, straight up in front of her, displaying his erection....

Mesmerised, she watches him, her eyes following his hands as he now oils himself, slowly and making a show of it, his shaft glistening. Greg reaches around her to play with her clit and she’s beginning to arch and tremble.

Paul pushes in towards her, his cock slick with the oil as he pushes at her pussy. “Spread her a bit wider,” he says.

Carl and Billy, who so far have simply been sitting to one side, enjoying the performance, each take her by a knee, lifting and splaying her. Her slit gapes scarlet, foam sliding off over the oil as she quivers and quakes, controlled by Greg to her rear, Carl and Billy to the fore, and Paul, about to spear her.

He plays her, moving slowly, winding up her anticipation. She’s whimpering and moaning, her hips jolting as his cock kisses her entrance.

He penetrates her slowly, in a single, long gradual movement that leaves her gasping. Then with considered deliberation, he beats a slow rhythm as he withdraws and penetrates, withdraws and penetrates.

There’s a man who knows what to do with a woman....

“I’m not going to come inside you, Girlie,” he says. “I want to watch you drinking my cum.”

At his words, she convulses and nods, opening her mouth wide. Paul smiles, withdraws and moves to stand by her, offering her his cock.

Carl takes his place between her legs, while I stand to take her knee, keep her supported. Billy looks to be finding it all a bit much, continuing to hold her other knee with one hand, jerking off with the other.

I suck in my cheeks to suppress a smile....

Carl’s already in there; there’s nothing subtle about his style, he’s simply going for a good, hard fuck. She’s trying to match him, to meet his body with hers, but it’s difficult for her, at the same time sucking at Paul’s cock....

I watch her technique....

Yeah.... you’ve had some practice the last few weeks....

She’s sucking on the head, like a kid with a popsicle, but taking the trouble to break off, lick around the rim with her tongue tip, lap his pre-cum where he’s seeping.

Paul grabs her around the back of the head, taking control, thrusting into her mouth....

I don’t like the look of it. He’s being too heavy on her....

You okay, Babe?

But she doesn’t seem distressed. If anything, her own climax is building....

You love being controlled, don’t you? Restrained....

She’s pinned by cunt and mouth, held at waist and knees, juddering and shaking....

Paul groans and comes, shooting into her mouth, his cum trailing from her lips in viscous threads. Almost at the same moment, Carl, red-faced, grunts and puffs, grinding into her. And as he pulls out, Billy immediately takes his place....

I don’t give him thirty seconds....

It doesn’t even take that long. Within seconds of shoving inside her, he shoots, twitching spasmodically as he pumps another load into her.

Greg mutters something to her from behind, and she smiles, twisting off his lap to kneel between his legs. It’s easy for her now. He’s sitting on the steps and she doesn’t have to bend much to wrap her face around his cock.

She’s enthusiastic, licking at his full length, swiping away foam and pre-cum in equal measure, using her fingers to help.

You really love giving head, don’t you...

Jeez, but you look hot....

.... I’ve just gotta get inside you....

Bending over Greg, her pussy’s beautifully presented to me, her peachy ass wriggling, wet and dripping with foam.

Let’s get you wriggling some more....

Easing inside her, I reach around to entertain myself with her clit. She responds beautifully, her cunt clutching at me as I play with her, and muffled squeals coming through her mouthful of Greg’s cock.

Greg’s watching her, partly where he’s shoved into her face, partly where I’m fucking her to the rear. As I give an extra tweak to her clit, she sings out through her gagged mouth, and it tips him over the edge, spurting over her tongue. At the last moment, he pulls free, to twitch a final salvo over her face.

And now, her mouth is free. She’s wailing her arousal, her flesh shivering around me. She’s loving it. Her four ‘guests’, seated around, watch as she trembles her way to climax.

She’s poised, ready to pop....

James moves to replace Greg. He’s done little but watch so far and he’s almost ready to blow, his cock huge and already streaming. He offers it to her....

The expression on her face.... as she looks up at him....

.... admiration...?

.... devotion...?

.... love?

.... and she immediately takes it, sliding it in and out of her mouth, by the looks of things, as deeply as she can. But James seizes her head, holds her still....

.... controlling her....

.... and starts to thrust....

.... and it triggers her....

.... Almost instantly, she goes into orgasm, shrieking through her gagged mouth.

Her pussy pulses and clenches around my cock, setting off my own climax. Tension released, I slam into her, hilting myself hard enough to feel my balls banging against her. My hands still wrapped around her, I feel the pulsing of her belly muscles and, my palms flat against her stomach, press hard, intensifying the physical connection between us as we both come hard.

James is coming too. Through the haze of the Rush, I spare a prayer for him, that his climax is as good as mine....

.... gasping from the sheer vehemence of my orgasm, I withdraw. Charlotte simply remains on her hands and knees, chest heaving, not moving, until between us, six grown men pull her up, sitting her down on the steps, dripping foam, wiping sweat and cum and bubbles from her face.

She pants, “Oh, Guys. That was incredible. Thank you.”

The group of visitors collapses into laughter.

“Thank you, she says!”

“Thank you, Charlotte.”

“Anytime, Girlie. Say the word and we’ll be here.”

James finally meets my eye, shaking his head in bemusement. Charlotte grins at me and I try hard to smile back at her.

You’re incredible, Babe.... but I wish it wasn’t like this....

*****

Everyone dressed and ready to leave, I show them to the door. Paul passes me an envelope. “I’ve already paid,” he says, “but I think she deserves a bit extra. Call me anytime she’s in town.”

“Sure I will, Paul.”

As he steps out, he says, “You’re a lucky pair of bastards having that one on call.”

Oh.... Babe....

Back inside, I make coffee.

James says, “Charlotte, if you check your bank account, you will find it looking a lot healthier again. This evening should have gone a long way towards getting you that car.”

She stares at him for a moment. “They paid? They paid to see me again?”

“Of course they paid,” he replies, with that head-tilt thing he’s got, his face expressionless. “Do you think I’d let them at you like that without you getting something out of it?”

She looks at the floor....

Embarrassed...?

“Well, to be honest, I got quite a lot out of it anyway,” she admits.

“Good!” says James, painting on a pleased expression. “Even better. But seriously Charlotte, if you are willing, if you want to do something like this every few weeks; visit me and Michael and play our games together, you will easily be able to earn enough to make your ride through college very smooth indeed.”

I see where you’re going with this....

.... and yes, it works for us....

.... but I still don’t like it....

“Every few weeks?” she says, frowning a little

“Say, once a month?” suggests James. “A weekend with us? Michael and I love your company.” He hesitates. “I think you enjoy ours?”

“Oh yes!” she nods. “I came this weekend, didn’t I? And I do so want to see you both again.”

“And play games with the other men?”

“Yes. Not all the time of course, but it’s nice as a...” She hovers, choosing her words, “....as a .... treat.”

We both burst out laughing....

... Oh, Babe.... What are we going to do with you...?

“Very well, then,” agrees James. “Once a month, you visit us for company and treats.”

*****

James

She’s dozy. It’s hardly surprising. She was already well exercised when we got back from the walk. Since then a combination of rum, the warm water and.... oh yes, not forgetting, she’s been ganged by six.... and her head’s drooping.

She’s lying on the couch with Michael, he holding her in his arms....

Nothing nicer than a cuddle after mind-blowing sex....

As her breathing changes, he slants his face around to see her eyes closing, then after a minute or two, carefully stands up from beneath her, lying her back and pulling a cover over.

I hold up a bottle of scotch and he nods, joining me in the armchair next to mine by the fire.

“So, what did you make of that?” I ask.

He looks at me askance then shrugs, shaking his head. “You’re right, aren’t you? Well, if good sex keeps her coming back, I’m happy to oblige...”

“I thought you might come round to my way of thinking....”

He takes a sip from his glass, swills it around his mouth and then looks at the glass. “That’s rather good. What is it?”

I hold up the bottle. “Springbank. Picked it up last time I was in Scotland.”

“Mmm... nice stuff. Quite peaty, almost smoky....” Then he head-points our Sleeping Beauty, her foxy hair spilling around her, eyes closed, chest rising and falling gently. “So, what next?”

“Next,” I muse, playing with my glass, revolving it in my fingers, “.... next, we have tomorrow, just the three of us, and.... I suggest we continue the same general theme....”

“Keep fucking her brains out, you mean?”

I nod, taking a sip. “Yes, that’s pretty much what I mean.” Then looking over the top of his glass at him. “What's that look for?”

“I hope she enjoyed her walk today.”

“Why?”

“Because she’ll not be able to walk by Monday.”

I huff a laugh. “You have a point.... Do you have a problem with that?”

He shrugs. “Not if she doesn’t.” He takes another swallow. “So.... is there anything specific you had in mind for tomorrow?”

“I’ve got an idea or two, yes....”

*****

Michael

James stands, leaning against the door frame, sipping tea from a cup and saucer, watching her.

As she realises that he’s there, her face comes up, her expression changing....

.... that feral, green-eyed wild-child look....

I can almost see the wheels turning in her head....

.... trying to decide what he wants....

After only a few moments, she stands....

How the hell does he do that?

.... walks fluidly across the room to him....

.... no stiff hips, then....

..... and then, shrugging her bathrobe away, letting it fall to the floor, drops down, head bowed, to kneel naked at his feet.

For the shortest of moments, as he looks down at her, I see his soul laid bare, then the mask drops back into place and his expression blanks over.

Looking at her, naked, submissive, beautiful; to me it looks hot as hell. But what does it feel like to a Dom like James, I wonder?

Like every dream he’s ever had....

It's certainly pressing every button he has.

What is it she feels for him? It's not a crush.... more like adoration....

I don’t think she’s a sub....

.... or if she is, she's only a sub for him....

How do I handle this...?

She rises to kneel upright, then tentatively, kisses the fabric of his jeans, where he is beginning to bulge at the front. He sighs, put his cup and saucer to one side, then stands, looking down at her, his hands lightly pressed against the back of her head, winding his fingers through her hair.

“Master, would you like me to...?”

“Yes, I would, in a while. Thank you, Charlotte.”

*****

James

Cup and saucer in hand, I look down at her, kneeling, head lowered in the classic submissive position....

.... Oh, my Jade....

.... and fighting to control my own reaction....

If the cup rattles, she’ll know I’m shaking....

She rises to kneel upright, casting her emerald eyes up to me, then kisses my hardening cock through my jeans.

Better get rid of this....

I put the cup and saucer down on the dresser next to me, then lace my fingers into her hair.

“Master, would you like me to...?”

.... Master....

“Yes, I would, in a while. Thank you, Charlotte.”

My cock twitching awake, my balls tightening, I’d love to let her just get on with it; blow me until I cream over her tongue....

.... But it needs to be a bit more exciting than that for her...

“Master?”

I stoop, seize her wrists and pull her upright. Walking her backwards to the wall, I pin her there, the heel of my hand between her breasts as I watch her pupils dilate....

Gotcha, Green-Eyes....

She’s quivering already, so I back up my point by grabbing her wrists again, raising them over her head to press them against the wall. Michael, off to one side, watches, his face calm....

.... He knows what I’m doing....

“So, Charlotte,” I say, “We still have all of today. Michael here wants to fuck you, and I’m going to be watching, so....” I turn to Michael, hoping he will take the cue....

He does. Jerking his head to one side, “Into the bedroom, Charlotte.”

Through my hand on her chest, her heartbeat bangs a jungle-drum message....

That’s it, Green-Eyes.... Let’s get you good and worked up....

I release her. “You heard him. Off you go.”

Obediently, she walks through to the bedroom, looking back at us as she pauses at the door. I raise brows, jab a finger to point her through and she vanishes into the room.

Beside me, Michael says in a low voice, “You don’t think you’re overdoing it? That wasn’t exactly a classic seduction technique.”

“I don’t think so. I could feel her heartbeat. She was definitely reacting....”

He clicks his tongue. “Sounds good to me.” Then he follows her through.

“Wine?” I call after him.

“Absolutely.”

I the kitchen I hover over white or red, then settle on rather a good Rioja I discovered while I was away. With three glasses on a tray, I go through to the bedroom.

He’s not wasted any time. In the couple of minutes since I left them, he’s got her on the bed, about half-way along, flat on her back and, feet on the ground, but leaning in and over, he’s ram-rodding her while she bawls under him.

So much for seduction....

.... still, she’s enjoying it....

He pulls back, pauses, then bangs in hard, and she sends out a yelp that jolts down to my groin.

I stand to one side with my glass, savouring at the smoky-sharp flavour of the wine, watching the pair as my cock comes to life....

My turn in a while....

.... get my mouth around her....

.... smoky-sharp and lemon-brine....

.... a good combination....

Wonder if either of them noticed I changed the bedding....?

He’s really giving it to her, pistoning in hard, but she’s loving it. Her legs swing up and around him, locking around his waist as he adjusts his position to fuck her more deeply. She has her hands around his shoulders, her fingers making claws, nails digging small red crescents into his skin.

Time to join the action....

Michael’s eyes follow me as I move around to the head of the bed. She doesn’t notice because her eyes are squeezed closed.

But she can’t fail to notice when I reach out to grab her again at the wrists, tugging her arms away from his shoulders. At the last moment, Michael withdraws as I tow her backwards up the bed, arms outstretched. Pulling rope from my pocket, I bind her wrists together, then tether her to the bars of the bedhead.

Michael immediately moves in again, clambering onto the bed, pushing her knees apart, swinging them up and over, bending her to almost double back on herself, her legs splayed wide.

And I’m ready. As he pushes her left ankle up, I snap a cuff around to shackle it to the bedpost. And again, with the right ankle.

Charlotte’s mouth is wide open. Her legs are wide stretched....

.... and she stares at us, wide-eyed, as though she can’t believe what we just did....

She looks delectable.

Michael turns to me, speaking as though she’s not in the room. “You first? Or me?”

“Oh, my dear fellow. You first. I’m enjoying the view.”

She can’t move, can’t do anything except quiver helplessly.

“Nothing to say?” asks Michael, seated now beside her, running a fingertip between her breasts. His cock is twitching, but I don’t think he’s planning to fuck her again just yet....

She shakes her head. “I did consider gagging you,” he continues, “just to up the ante a bit more, but I enjoy hearing you squeal too much....”

Emerald eyes wide, pupils dilating, her chest heaves, and the sound of her panting whispers through the room....

“.... and there’s other ways of getting a result....”

Her eyes, if it were possible, widen even further. Trying hard to maintain ‘Dom severity’ I struggle to keep my face straight, but of course, I have a good idea of what he plans....

He sits between her legs. He’s perfectly comfortable, and in her trussed and presented pose, he doesn’t even have to kneel, simply reach in.

Her pussy and vulva are brilliant scarlet, engorged and glistening. He holds out a hand, one finger poised where she can see it. “Can you see what I’m going to do?” he says.

Wordless, she shakes her head again. Glancing across to me, “James, prop her up would you, so she can see. Use a mirror if you need to.”

“My pleasure....”

I shove a pillow under her head, deliberately roughly, her breath catching as I knot fingers into her hair to lift her. She’s still not quite positioned right, so I add another. It’s straining her neck a little, but she doesn’t have to move, and the tension is increasing her arousal....

“Perfect,” says Michael, then waving his forefinger at her again, dips it into her pussy. She’s whimpering as he pulls it out again, sucking it clean. “You’re nice and wet,” he comments, “but I think we can do better than that.”

His face is calm, but I know it’s a front. His cock is straining, huge, trembling with his pulse....

“.... Wonder how long he can hold off....?”

.... but once more, he holds up the finger to show her, briefly fucks her with it and then winds it in a circle around her clit....

It’s a delicate movement, like the dance of a butterfly, but her body goes into spasm, straining again at her ropes and cuffs. The sound she makes by-passes her tongue and mouth, simply coming deep from her throat; a drawn-out wail that speaks of lust and sex and ecstatic torment. Against the pillows, she can’t fling her head back, but she presses hard backwards, eyes closed.

Tensioned tight, the muscles of her thighs and arms stand out, contoured streaks in the half-light. Michael continues his spiralling of her clit....

He’s gritting his teeth....

.... having trouble with his self-control....?

Inwardly, I chuckle, but am careful to keep it silent....

.... Don’t want her hearing me....

I see him look into her face, making sure that, her eyes squeezed tight, she won’t see him, then he nods me across to take his place. His finger still working her, she squeals and shudders as we change places. And, her body jerking, she doesn’t even feel the movement of our changeover as we exchange his finger for mine.

As I take Michael’s place, he sits to watch, taking a couple of deep breaths as he does so....

.... Regaining his composure...?

.... then pours himself a glass of wine.

I wriggle my fingers at him, nodding at my own glass. He frowns for a second, then grins, passing me the glass.

“Would you like some wine, Charlotte?”

.... and this is where red bedding is useful....

Her speech is breathy and broken as she opens her eyes, then startles to see me so close. “Yes, Master. Thank you, I would.”

“I thought so.” Carefully, I hold the glass to her lips which she takes a sip, then another. “Of course, that’s not the only way to take wine.”

She gazes at me blankly, then as I reposition myself beside her yawning pussy, gapes. Tilting my glass, I trickle the fine red wine over her clit, letting it seep through her soft, wet folds....

.... and she shrieks....

The wine is not chilled, but against her heated flesh, it probably feels very cold indeed. She howls and struggles, but of course, is going no-where. I can take my time enjoying her. Dipping my head, I tongue lightly at her clit, which tastes smoky-salty-sweet.

“That gives a new meaning to coq-au-vin,” comments Michael.

“The coq part will be delivered in due course....”

... And I fasten my mouth over her sex, tonguing her out and licking up the mix of wine and juices that coats her skin while she sings and yammers her ecstatic protest.

Her clit is hard and erect; hardly surprising really, and I take a few moments to continue the winding circles that Michael started, this time using my tongue, all the time enjoying her....

... her what....?

.... caterwauling is not too strong a word....

.... Hope these walls are soundproof....

Her tension continues to rise, but I don’t want her to come yet. I back off, let her calm down a little, allow her arousal to recede a trifle....

.... This is too much fun to cut short....

“Charlotte....” Her great green eyes lock with mine.... “What do you think I have in my pocket?”

Panting, she shakes her head slowly. “I’ll show you, shall I....”

Deliberately lingering, I extract the egg I have ready and waiting.... “Michael, if you would....” He holds up a small set of controls, wagging his hand at her. “Michael will be controlling the vibrator, Charlotte, not me. He can decide how much power you would like or.... benefit.... from....”

Michael stabs at the controls and the egg purrs into life.... “Low power....” he comments, jabbing at the buttons.... “Or high....” as the egg thrums and buzzes to a much higher setting.

“I’ll just pop this in here, shall I.” As I press the vibe against her entrance, she yells. Michael drops the power back down and I glide it inside her. Again, her head presses back against the pillows, mouth open wide, but she seems to have lost the power of speech and only whimpers quietly.

Experimentally, I press my palm flat against her belly muscles, feeling the vibration running through her, and her whimpering turns once more into a wail.

“Very good, Charlotte,” I say. “We can move along again now.” For a moment her eyes blink open at me before she surrenders and simply collapses back.

Michael stands, looking down at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling, the vibe controls still in his hand. And we both take a moment to admire our handiwork.

Charlotte’s position is awkward, deliberately so of course, but she looks fantastic: hands bound, arms tensioned over her head, her ankles cuffed and stretched wide above her. Her skin is gleaming and flushed, her cunt and clit are presented, open and glistening, blooming and swollen, her tight ass ready and waiting; of course, her glorious hair splashed around her in a chaos of red, off-setting her wild emerald eyes....

....and the whole of her quivering, strained and trembling.

Michael raises brows at me in question. I shake my head. “In a minute,” I say quietly. I didn’t mean her to hear, but she catches my words, her eyes snapping to me.

I forestall her by dropping open-mouthed over her sex, licking her from cunt to clit, swiping through her slick, winey-tasting folds with my tongue, tugging at her with my teeth. And as she cries out, I hear the buzz of the vibe increasing as Michael ups the power again.

Her orgasm is coming. I can feel it in her. Keeping my mouth planted on her, I snap my fingers at Michael and he presses a small finger vibe into my hands, already switched on. It hums merrily as I swipe it through her pussy lips to lube it up, then press it home into her ass....

My lips around her pussy, her succulent flesh simmers in my mouth, the circle of muscle trying to grip as I swipe through with my tongue. She’s not exactly screaming. The noise she makes is a long, drawn-out continuous howl. My palms resting against her thighs I wait for the moment of tension, for when she freezes as orgasm is imminent....

And as the moment comes, as she stills, poised, I withdraw, and the buzz of the two vibes ceases as Michael taps them off.

Abruptly, the strain in her muscles vanishes as she collapses back against her restraints....

She sucks in a long hiss. ” Oh.... God.... Master.... Please....”

“In a while, Charlotte. In a while.... I’m enjoying my wine.” And I trickle a little more over her vulva, then dip to lick it away again. And as she convulses, wrists and ankles jerking taut, the humming from inside her starts again, vibrating pleasantly against my lips as I mouth my way through her folds, enjoying the vintage.

My palms still against her thighs, I gauge her again, take the measure of her reaction. Her climax is trying to bubble up again....

.... Should I let her?

“Michael,” I say, disengaging for a moment, “What do you think? Do we let her come yet?”

“I don’t think so,” he says. “I’d rather like to cream over her face and tits when that happens. What about you?”

“Me? I want my cock in her pussy.”

“And leave the vibe in the back?”

“Oh, I think so, yes. I’ll leave you in charge of that while I’m busy here. I’m going to enjoy this.”

I kiss her bud and she trembles under me then, standing, I undress, her eyes following me all the while. And as I do so, Michael plays with her. His fingers on the vibe control all the while, he alternately winds up the power on one or other of the vibes, then winds it down, then up again, then off entirely. And with every change, she shudders and mewls.

Naked, my cock at full mast, I kneel on the bed to look down on her, then hook the egg out of her pussy with a couple of fingers, her muscles clenching around me as I do so. Threading my fingers through her hair, I stoop to kiss her on the lips, then supporting myself above her on my arms, slowly push my cock inside.

I pause....

.... I’m on a hair-trigger already, and I chew at my bottom lip to hang on....

.... then, as I plumb her, begin to move once more, Michael turns up the vibe in her ass to full power.

She shrieks and her cunt pulses around me....

Oh, fuck!

.... and, out of control, my climax takes me. Spurting into her, my cock full length into her throbbing pussy, I realise that she is also in climax. Juddering and grunting, I spill into hot vibrating flesh while my Jade screams under me.

My climax fading, I’d like to collapse on top of her, nuzzle in close and hold her, but the vibe still echoes through us....

“For fuck’s sake, Michael, turn the damn thing off....”

He chuckles, but the power falls away and both Charlotte and I relax.

As I lift myself away, she’s grinning up at me, her eyes brilliant with laughter. “Hoist on your own petard, Master?”

“Be careful, Madam. The position you’re in, you could be hoisted yourself, and....” casting my eyes upwards to the roof beams, “.... I mean that literally.”

I reclaim my wine, surrendering my giggling prize to Michael.

He stops the giggling quickly enough, plunging in, thrusting hard a few times, making her yell again, before dropping to a slower tempo. Then sighing, he shudders and goes still.

After a minute, he bends to kiss her, then reaches to the side to release her from the cuffs and ropes. I free her wrists and ankles at the other side and stiffly, she drops her limbs to lie quiescent on the bed....

.... She’s struggling at the hips....

“Charlotte, have we hurt you?”

“No, Master. It was great,” she grins. “Thank you.”

*****

Michael

Later, when she has drifted into sleep again, “How does she know?” I ask.

Brow furrowing, “Sorry? Know what?” asks James.

“What it is that you want? Her kneeling for you like that.... You didn’t tell her to do it.”

James looks down, apparently finding something of interest in his fingernails.

Embarrassed...?

.... By something sexual...?

James???

“That first day,” he begins, “I’d just bought her. They gave her to me naked, on a leash....”

.... Sheesh...!

“.... I was thinking about what you’d said to me, about abuse, and I took her to an anteroom, to talk with her. But I’d paid a lot of money, and I still wanted what I’d paid for.... I had her kneel for me there, told her that I had a fantasy of a beautiful young girl kneeling at my feet....”

I collapse into laughter....

He blushes crimson.

I’ve never seen that before....

“Alright, alright. I know it sounds like some kind of Princess Leia, Jabba the Hutt fantasy, but anyway, that’s when I told her....”

“.... and evidently, she’s not forgotten it....” I chortle. Then I sober up, thinking about what he just said. “They gave her to you naked? She was naked for the auction? When they were bidding for her?”

“Not at first. When it started, she was fully dressed in normal street clothes, but half-way through the bidding, the auctioneer asked her if she was willing to undress to get her price up. She did it, but it.... wasn’t pleasant for her....”

*****

Early the following morning, we drive her to the rail station.

James kisses her in avuncular fashion, on the forehead and cheek. “See you in a few weeks.” he says. “I’ll look forward to it.”

“Me too, Master,” she smiles, then turns to me.

Oh, Babe, I’ll miss you....

I can’t bring myself to do what James did. I hold her tight and close, kissing her on the lips....

.... Don’t say it....

I release her, forcing a smile onto my face. “See you soon, Charlotte.”

.... Don’t say it....

I try to force myself away from her but find myself once more with my arms around her. I whisper close to her face. “Come back soon, Charlotte.”

“I will. I will,” she says.

I can’t let her go. I hold on, but sense a restlessness in her. Finally, I give in. “I love you, Charlotte.”

She is silent, still....

.... I shouldn’t have said it...

I’m still holding her, but she pulls away from me, her smile brittle.

“Bye, Guys,” she says, hesitates, then, “See you in a few weeks.” She waves, turns and walks into the station.

I stare at the ground.

James couldn’t have heard me, but he knows what I just said. His voice level, he says, “You really think that was a good idea?”

I shake my head, still looking at the ground. “No. I shouldn’t have done it.”

He rests a hand on my shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get a drink.”

*****

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