by Simone Leigh
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 am 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?” she asks. “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 fresh-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?” I ask.
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 experience, 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 paid 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, wearing the ‘clothes’ that James told her to wear.
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 thighs. 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 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 scrape at her g-spot, 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 pussy 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 Girl, 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 to her, “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 awhile 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…”
And now, I don’t hesitate. It is so transparent that she is not afraid of us. And my cock is aching. 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.
And now 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 licks 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 my cockhead, it shudders through me, tightening my balls and leaving me gasping for air. I’m streaming….
