Buying the Virgin

Chapter 79: The Girl Who Came Back - Chapter Thirty-Five

My Master still doesn’t speak. I don’t look up. “Master?”

“You waited until Michael was not here?”

“Yes, Master.”

Again, a long silence, then, “Charlotte, go up to the bedroom.”

I rise and go upstairs, keeping my head bowed. He follows me.

“Bend over the end of the bed.”

I bow down, my breath fluttering, heart thumping. I flatten myself against the counterpane, stretching

out my arms, spreading my ankles.

“Raise your hips.”

I arch my spine, presenting myself.

My Master stalks through the room, searching for something. From my awkward view, I see him as he

finds it: a belt. Thick leather, almost three inches wide, with a wide brass buckle. He snaps it against

the wall with a crack, and I flinch.

“You’re trembling.”

“Sorry, Master.”

“You’re afraid?”

I swallow hard. “A little, yes, Master.”

“Of me? Of what I’m going to do?”

“Yes.” My voice is a whisper.

“You still want to do this?”

“If it makes it right between us, yes, I want to do this.”

“Open your mouth.”

I part my lips, and he pushes something between, a tie I think. “Between your teeth. I don’t want you

biting your tongue.” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Heart drumming against my chest, I bite down hard. My head sideways down on the bed, I see my

Master test the belt again, against the wall. It whiplashes against the plaster, leaving marks in the

paintwork, and I wince, quailing inside, but I don’t move. I must endure this if I am to have my Master

return to me.

He moves behind me. “Charlotte, firstly, whatever you say, you did lie to me, by omission at least.

Secondly, I asked you…. I asked you, to tell me about what had happened to you when we were out on

the site. You said you would, but you didn’t. Thirdly, when Haswell asked you, you told him immediately.

Three things Charlotte. Three things. None of them had to happen. Do you want to say anything?”

I mumble through my stuffed mouth. “No, Master.”

“Three things. Two strokes for each one.”

I nod. Trembling violently now, I bite down hard…. and wait.

The leather thrumms through the air, and I inhale sharply, waiting for the strike, the pain. The belt

smacks into the timber of the bed frame with a loud thwack, and I start violently at the brutal sound, the

rocking of the bed.

But I am untouched.

Shaking, I hold my position, waiting….

There is another crack and another. Six strokes, ricocheting against the bed-footer, echoing through the

room, and despite my savage trembling, the belt has not touched me.

There is the gentle tap of a hand on my rear, almost a caress, then another. Four more follow.

Still shaking uncontrollably, lungs heaving, I sag over the bed, but hands reach under me, sweeping me

upright. My Master enfolds me, embracing me, his face close to mine. “How could I punish you,

Charlotte? When you give yourself to me like that?”

“Master?”

He almost crushes me to him, mouth fastened over mine, his face pressing hard against me. I struggle

against him. “Master…. Master…. I’m sorry, but I can’t breathe.”

He releases me, and I stand, panting, trying to divine what has happened.

“Master? Are we… are we good now?”

“Yes,” he says softly. “We’re good.”

*****

Hours later, we are lying in bed together, loosely embracing, entwined in the sheets; naked, caressing,

stroking, in a sensual Never-Never Land.

We have not made love, although it’s coming, but we have talked….

And talked….

“I’m not proud of what I did, Charlotte. And Michael hitting the nail on the head about my pride didn’t

help……. At the time, it just seemed like a fun thing to do, to Buy a Virgin. I had the money and the,

um, fantasy. It never occurred to me to question what might have brought you there. I simply thought of

you as a young woman, in need of money, which I could provide. What Michael missed yesterday, was

the shame I felt when I watched that video of you again, thinking of how you must have felt with

Haswell seeing it, sitting right next to you.”

“Michael watched it too. Did you know?”

“I didn’t. How did he react?”

“He was quiet. Didn’t say much at all. We talked a bit, but he wasn’t comfortable.”

*****

“I didn’t mean to upset you, Master, truly I didn’t. It’s just that…. things have happened so fast over the

last few weeks and.… things that I’ve kept…. aside…. for years, suddenly became important again. I…

wasn’t ready to deal with it.”

He strokes my stomach, his face resting on my breast. “Nor me, Charlotte. Nor me.” He kisses the

breast. “I never expected, at my age now, and, especially, in the way in which it happened, to meet the

woman who would turn out to be the love of my life.” He sighs, stroking the breast. “I was unprepared

for the…. tumult in me.… when….”

“…. when I’m not your perfectly obedient little sub?”

He snorts. “Touché, Madam. Yes, if I’m honest, that’s part of it.”

“It’s alright Master. We’re both learning to deal with things….”

*****

“Tell me about this teacher of yours.”

“Mr Kalkowski? He was great. It didn’t matter what I asked him about, he could always tell me

something. Or if he couldn’t, he had a book about it. He was the one who said I should go to college.

but my foster family didn’t like him much…”

“No? Really? Why not?”

“They’re pretty religious up that way. It’s all.… God created the world six thousand years ago, and that

sort of stuff. When he started teaching me geology, and I was reading his books about things that

happened millions, and billions, of years ago, they didn’t like it. Told me I had to stop.”

“Did you?”

“Nope. I had the bug by then. But I couldn’t stay there. I just didn’t fit in. And then when marrying the

neighbour’s boy didn’t work out either, there was no reason to stay.”

“How did that happen? Your first marriage.”

“He was in as bad a place as me, in his own way. He was gay but didn’t dare tell his parents about it.

Like I say, they’re pretty religious up there. To be fair to him, he tried with me, but he couldn’t bring

himself to do it. And then… when I wasn’t pregnant within a few months, his family decided it must be

my fault. You know, ‘sinful city kid’. I’d had enough by then. And I knew that I needed to get out of there

if I was going to make anything of myself….”

“What happened to him? Your husband?”

“I think he left too. But I’m not sure. When I went back at Christmas, no one would talk about him.”

And…. and…” My throat tightens up again, and I fight the pricking behind my eyes. “…and Mr

Kalkowski had died….”

He wraps his arms around me, kissing me on the forehead. “I’m sorry you lost your friend Charlotte.”

*****

“Why Master? Why did you push me into agreeing to marry Michael?”

“Did I?”

“You know you did.”

He flips over to face me, frowning. “You’re not regretting it? You do love him?”

“Yes, of course I do. You must surely know that, even if he has trouble believing me…. But you and

me….”

He sighs. “Charlotte.…” He holds me close, his face pressed against mine. “Charlotte, I’m so much

older than you. If we’d met twenty years ago…. Michael will always be there for you. He loves you.

He’s utterly trustworthy. I know that you will always be safe with him.”

“How did you and Michael meet?”

He looks startled at the question. “Why do you ask that, now?”

“Mmm… not sure…. Perhaps because this is at least as much about you and Michael, as it is about

you and me, or me and him….”