Buying the Virgin Box Set Four - The Virgin and the Masters: BDSM, Punishment, and Ménage between a Young Woman, her Master and her Lover

by Simone Leigh

  “Well, I didn’t dare try to use it out there. They could have seen it. I’ll raise the alarm. We can have a welcoming party waiting for us when we get to the highway.”

  I tap in my Master’s number.

  “Charlotte? It’s late to be calling. Is everything alright?”

  Michael snatches the phone from me. “James. We were attacked. Not sure how many there are, but they’re armed with guns. We’ve taken out two of them, but there’s more, so we’re taking the trail to Highway 427. It’s several miles and we’re travelling through the dark and the snow. Can you meet us there….?”

  He listens, then grins. “Great. See you in a few hours…. “He glances over at me. “Yes, she’s fine… No, neither of us is hurt. Yes, we’re both fine, really. Yes, of course I will.”

  “He’s bringing the cavalry.…” He wraps his arms around me. “You okay?”

  “Yup.”

  He stands back, staring into my face. “That’s it? ‘Yup’?”

  “What else did you want? Some flapping female who slows you down, and goes all useless on you?”

  He visibly swallows his words. “No, and I’ve never taken you for the useless type. C’mon. We’d better get moving.”

  “What should I do with the guns?”

  “Do you know how to use one?”

  “No.”

  “Safer without them then. Toss them on top of the shelter outside. They won’t find them up there.”

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  We tramp through the darkness, Michael with the axe slung over his shoulder. At first, we pause every few hundred yards, listening for pursuit, but hear nothing. After the first mile or so, we simply walk at the best pace we can.

  I start off, feeling well enough, but after a while, the adrenaline high that supported me during our escape, wears off, and in the intense cold, I feel dull and lethargic, my flesh chilling.

  “You sure we’re going the right way?” I ask.

  “Pretty sure. That phone of yours got GPS?”

  How stupid can I be?

  “Of course it has.”

  I flick on the mapping app, then dim to night-mode as the screen dazzles me, knocking out my night vision. Michael peers over my shoulder, as the screen centres and displays our position. “Yup. Two or three miles that way.” he points. “Come on. We’re making good progress. If we walk quickly, we’ll stay warm.”

  Walking quickly is easier said than done. The tracks are rough and uneven, knotted with tree roots that lie be-shadowed and waiting to trip the unwary. The last thing either of us needs is a sprained ankle.

  We hear it before we see it, echoing through the pines; the wail of sirens. Then beyond the forest, through the trees, the flashing blue lights of many, many cars, an ambulance, and seemingly crowds of people; police, medics…. and finally, I see it, my Master’s car. He is there, standing, leaning against it, his breath blowing blue clouds into the night air, scanning the tree-line.

  Michael’s eyes, glinting with amusement, meet mine as we survey the hubbub. “Well he did say he was bringing help.” Then he yells, waving as we emerge from the trees. “James! Here…. James….”

  My Master looks, trying to follow the sound, his gaze swinging before he sights us, then, his face lighting up, he runs towards us. Flinging his arms around me, he pulls me to him, holding me tightly, too tightly, until I have to pull away. “Master, I’m okay, really. Please, I need air…”

  He breaks free, but holds me by the shoulders, looking into my face. “You’re alright? Really alright?”

  “Yes, I’m fine. It was awful, but Michael.…”

  “Tell me later. Come and get warmed up.”

  He turns, slapping Michael’s shoulder, who slaps him back. The two don’t say anything, but men don’t, do they?

  Paramedics fuss around us with blankets and questions, apparently disappointed when we both insist that we are not hurt. Hot soup is thrust into my hand, steaming, savoury and fragrant in the night air. It is perfect, richly flavoured and herby, and just the right temperature for drinking. Warmth worms is way back down my frozen toes.

  Michael and I return to the city in my Master’s car, but we are flanked, front and rear, by a travelling wall of blue flashing cars.

  “Where are we going?” asks Michael.

  “Haswell Building.” replies my Master. “We’re taking the Penthouse guest apartment.”

  “That seems an odd place to go. You sent me away from there before.” I comment, through a semi-stifled yawn. “Why there?”

  My Master’s face swings around to me. “It’s defensible.”

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  There is a moment of bare consciousness as my shoulder is shaken. “Charlotte, wake up. We’re here.”

  “Mmmm?”

  “We’re here.” It is my Master. “Get out of the car. You can sleep as soon as we’re in.”

  I stagger out of the car, walking in a semi-doze to the elevator….

  .

  .

  ….. and light streams in, through the windows over the bed. Blinking into brilliant sunshine, I sit up, trying to remember where I am.

  Michael is lying beside me, still sound asleep, but I don’t recognise the room. Still a bit confused, my only certainty is that my bladder is crying out for a bathroom.

  My clothes are laid tidily on a chair next to the bed, along with a clean, white towelling robe, which I slip on. Bare-foot, I pad out of the room.

  I step out into a large and very beautiful apartment. We are high, very high, with a view over the City that ranges all the way to the mountains. Two figures, with their backs to me, are bending over a table top, discussing some large map or plan laid out on the table.

  A bit awkwardly, ”Ummm….”

  The figures straighten up, turning to face me. It is my Master and Richard. My Master strides forward, hugs me and kisses the top of my head. “Good afternoon, Charlotte.” Then he points. “Bathroom?” I nod.

  When I return to the room, my Master is pouring coffee. “You said ‘Afternoon’. What time is it?”

  “About two pm.” says Richard. “We let you both sleep. How are you?”

  “Um, fine. I just haven’t woken up properly yet.”

  “You want to go back to bed? Sleep some more?” asks my Master.

  “No. Coffee’s fine. Michael’s still asleep though…. He saved my life you know. He saved both of us.”

  “We know.” says Richard. “When you rang James here, the Police went straight to your mountain home, although they couldn’t search the area properly until daylight. They found the two men Michael dealt with….”

  “Are they alive?”

  He sniffs. “Yes, but they’re going to be hospitalised for a long time. The one they found in the snow is never going to be handsome again. His face is pretty much smashed up. What do Michael do to him?”

  “They had guns. Michael caught the first one, who came into the bedroom, on his gun hand with the butt of the axe-head. I think it must have smashed all the bones. The other one, who came after us out in the snow, he caught in the face with the flat of the axe.”

  “Handy that he had the axe on him?”

  “He had it under the bed. I didn’t know about it until we heard noises. Then he used it to take out the one who came into the bedroom…. There was no time for anything. We had to escape out into the snow. All he had on was boots.”

  “Only boots? It was well below zero last night…”

  “We didn’t have any choice. There were at least two others. We just had to go. He had the axe, and I carried his clothes and a blanket. He couldn’t get dressed until we reached the walkers’ shelter…. Did the Police find the others? The ones he didn’t get?”

  “No. They’d left by the time the Police arrived.”

  “Will Michael have any trouble over….?”

  “No. It was clearly self-defence, and defence of you. He’ll have no trouble at all.” />
  “Hello.”

  We turn. Michael is standing in the bedroom door, in a bathrobe similar to mine. “I heard voices.” He yawns. “Is that coffee?”

  My Master strides over, slaps him on the shoulder. “Charlotte was just telling us how you saved the day last night.”

  “She wasn’t exactly helpless herself….”

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  Cradling mugs, Michael and I start taking coffee on board. “Sorry,” he says, “but where are we exactly? I’m a bit vague about what happened after we got into the car.”

  “You’re in the top floor penthouse of my offices. Usually it’s used as VIP accommodation for visitors.” says Richard. “But it’s yours until the Police have the criminals who want Charlotte, safely locked up.

  Michael casts around the room. “Pretty nice. I suppose there are worse places to be incarcerated.”

  “Why should you be incarcerated?” I ask. “It’s not you they’re after.”

  He looks me in the eye. “It’s not me I was talking about.” he says, his voice level.

  “But…. it could take months to find them. I can’t stay here all that time.”

  “I think you may have to.” says Richard. He raises a hand as he sees me start to protest. “Look at it this way…. How did they know where to find you last night?”

  “It’s my home.”

  “It’s been your home for a couple of weeks. Who else knew?”

  “Um…. You and Beth…. Oh!”

  The reality sinks in. They have Beth, and Beth knows all about me. She surely wouldn’t betray me by choice, but she’s not likely to be given choices by these men.

  Richard shrugs, looking sick at heart. “I’m sorry Charlotte, but if it’s something that Beth knew about you, then I think we can assume that they know it too.”

  I want to protest, but even I know that I mustn’t inflict any more heartache on Richard. They have his wife. and it’s because of me….

  I’ll try to make the best of it….

  I wander over to the windows. “It’s certainly a spectacular view….”

  “Charlotte.” says Richard urgently. “Come away from the windows.”

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  “They can easily afford to pay sharp-shooters. You mustn’t stand by the windows where they might see you.”

  “I can’t even look at the view?”

  Richard stays silent for a moment then, “I’m going to leave you to it for a while. I don’t doubt that the three of you want to talk. James, I’ll be in my office when you’re ready.”

  Richard heads out, leaving the three of us alone together. As he leaves, my Master almost sags. Taking the coffee mug from my hand, he pulls me upright and wraps his arms around me, his chin resting on my head.

  “When you called me last night,” he says softly, “and Michael told me there were gunmen after you.… I didn’t know how to react, how to deal with it.…”

  “You dealt with it the right way.” chuckles Michael. “It looked like the circus had come to town as we came out of the woods.”

  “It was Michael who saved us.” I say.

  “Your own performance wasn’t too shabby. When I saw you gagging that smashed up face with his own tie… There’s not too many women would have done that….”

  And of a sudden, it wells up in me. All the panic, and horror, and fear that I should have felt the night before, breaks free and I start sobbing, tears streaming down my face as my Master rocks me back and forth. I think he is comforting himself as much as me.

  After a minute or so of this, Michael breaks in. “I like a woman who keeps her promises.”

  It is such an unexpected thing for him to say. My tears dry up. “Um, sorry. What?”

  “You did promise me a hysterical outburst once we were safe.”

  Despite myself, I laugh. “So I did. Sorry about that. Just give me a minute, would you both.”

  In the bathroom, I splash my face, which helps. Then scrabbling through drawers, I find a toothbrush and paste. As I spit minty foam into the sink, there is a knock on the door.

  “Mmm… Mmmmph.” I reply through my mouthful of froth.

  The door pushes open; Michael. “You okay?”

  “Mmm...mmmphhh.” I nod, spitting and rinsing again.

  “Now there’s a good idea.” he smiles. “Is there another one in there?”

  I rinse my brush and pass it to him. “Nope, but I think we’re a bit beyond the niceties of oral hygiene wouldn’t you say? Another coffee?”

  “Please, yes.”

  By the time I return to the lounge with a tray of coffee mugs, Michael is back, stretched out, lounging on the couch. He pats the cushion next to him, but as I move to sit there, he hauls me in by the waist to lie cradled back against him. From behind me, he strokes my hair, and reaches to kiss my neck; his warm breath, minty by my face.

  My Master, his dark eyes soft, kneels in front of me, fingers caressing my face. “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “Coming back to me. I was beside myself last night. I thought I’d lost you; both of you.”

  “Like I said, it was Michael who saved us.”

  “Yes, but I don’t intend to thank Michael the way I’m going to thank you.”

  There is a huff of amusement behind me. “Er, no thanks James. I’ll pass on that one. No offense, but you’re not my type.”

  Michael pulls me back against himself. “Lie back.” he whispers, still stroking my hair. “Relax.”

  Easing back into the arms of my Golden Lover, I share the gaze of my Master, my Dark Angel. Leaning forward over me, he kisses me, softly, sweetly, pressing his lips against mine. Then he tugs at the belt of the bathrobe I am wearing, opening it up.

  Mid-movement, he stops. “I’m sorry, but are you ready for this? Here I am, pushing myself on you, when last night you were running for your life….”

  “Master, it’s not the first time I’ve run for my life. And yes, I’m ready.” I hold out my arms, welcoming him to me.

  He says nothing, his expression thoughtful, but then sweeping his hands over my belly, and up to my breasts, he bends to suckle.

  Last night took its toll on him too. He needs this as much as I do.

  I wrap my arms around him, stroking. “Shhh.… We came back. I came back. I will always come back.”

  He sighs, rests his head against my chest. “Master?”

  “Mmm?”

  “I want you inside me. I want both of you.”

  Michael stirs behind me. “Come on. That bed’s plenty big enough for three.”

  My Master takes me by the hand, leading me to the bedroom, Michael following.

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  Michael

  He leads her by the hand into the bedroom, but once in there, she stops, turns and faces him.

  She unknots his tie, unbuttons his shirt, sliding it from his shoulders, then leads him to the bed to sit.

  Opening her robe, she lets it slide away, then naked, she kneels before him.

  She unlaces his shoes and takes them off with his socks, then rubs his feet. James sighs, leaning back on his hands, closing his eyes and letting his head rest back. Then she unbelts and unzips him and kneels back, inviting him to take off his jeans……

  …. Last night, I watched her gag a face from a horror movie, and yet, here she is; she’s comforting him……

  Jeez, Babe, what kind of life have you led?

  James lies back, stretching out, allowing her to take the lead as she swings over to straddle him. He looks tired, worn, but nonetheless, his cock is tremblingly hard.

  He really, really wants to be inside you, Babe

  She meets my eyes, questioning. I simply smile back.

  It’s alright Babe. You look after him. He’s my friend too, but I can’t give him what you do….

  Charlotte and I were the ones attacked last night, but we were running on an adrenaline high, stress, pressure and exci
tement. All he had was anxiety and helplessness.

  She doesn’t yet take him inside her. Instead, on all fours above him, she stoops to kiss him, his chest, his cheek, his lips, then using her long hair, she strokes him, trailing it over his skin in a cloud of red. Sweeping down the length of his torso, she washes him in a red tide, sliding it over his cock and balls. His head throws back, mouth opening in a gasp.

  Then, pulling her hair free of him, she takes his cock in her mouth, sucking at it, fucking him with her lips. I see her tongue wiping over the ridge of his cock head and into the slit, before, quickly, she positions herself over him, nuzzles him to her pussy and, in a single movement, smoothly sheathes him.

  You must be really wet to do that, Babe.

  Sliding up and down his shaft, slowly she raises and lowers herself. She looks simply fantastic; her smooth curves a-ripple with her movement, and her hair flowing over her glistening skin.

  James isn’t going to last long. Already he’s panting hard, his eyes glazed as he looks up, watching her as she rides him.

  And then I’ll have you Babe, but it won’t be you riding me then…. I’m going to fuck you, and hard….

  She ups the tempo, working his cock, working him. He’s dripping with sweat and he’s about to blow. Abruptly she changes her rhythm, to a circular twisting of her hips, winding him around inside her….

  James groans, and his eyes squeeze closed. Flinging his arms out, he seizes her at the hip, pulling her to him as he thrusts upwards, pumping into her. Back arched and muscles straining, he spasms into climax before, grunting, he relaxes back and opens his eyes.

  The two gaze at each other before she leans to kiss him again, then kneeling upright again, she twists to look at me.

  “Yes? “she asks.

  “Oh, yes.” I reply. “But don’t think you’re taking the lead with me.”

  She grins, unhitching from James. He rolls away, looking much more relaxed.

  You needed that my friend….

  I push Charlotte back and down, roughly, and she squeals. “I’m going to fuck you ‘til you howl.”

  She goes all wide-eyed. I’m not usually ungentle with her, but I think it’s what she wants right now, and I’m going to give it to her.