Buying the Virgin

Chapter 108: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Twenty-Four

CHARLOTTE

My Master’s face furious, “Don’t you dare speak to me in that tone!” And he slaps me across the face,

hard, the blood rising where his hand has caught my skin.

And I see red. I slap back, catching him on the cheek.

For a moment he freezes, as though he can’t believe what I just did, then grabbing both my wrists, he

pushes me towards the bedroom. “In there, Madam.” he hisses. He doesn’t shout, his fury turned to

iced words.

Do I fight this?

Is there any point?

“Alright,” I say. “I’ll go into the bedroom. I’ll take whatever it is you’re going to hand out. but it doesn’t

change anything. It doesn’t change what’s in my head.” Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

I walk into the bedroom, and without being asked, bend over the end of the bed, my face pressed

sideways against the comforter. And I wait.

My Master does not hurry. Instead, he stands over me, arms folded, looking down. After a moment, he

pulls me upright by the wrist. “Alright then. Tell me what’s in your head.” His anger is still there, but it is

contained now.

“You’ve got me locked up here, for my safety as you say. But I’m not a child, and I’m not stupid. You all

want to tell me what I must or must not do, and no-one asks me what I think, let alone what I want.

Instead, you just want to run my life by …. diktat. Alright, I’m being hunted. We all know why. So, do I

stop thinking for myself? Wait to be rescued by my knights in shining armour? Is that what you expect

of me? Because I’m going crazy caged up here, and…. and I’m sorry I took it out on Michael. He really

did do nothing to deserve it.”

He faces me, arms still folded, face expressionless.

What’s he thinking?

He stares at the ceiling, then looks away from me, then back at me.

Abruptly, he pushes forward, grabbing me by the shoulders, pushing me back against the wall,

fastening his mouth over mine.

What…

He tugs at my tee-shirt, roughly, pulling it up over my head, then reaches around, unclipping my bra.

He points at my jeans. “Off,” he instructs.

I remove the rest of my clothes. He strips off too but keeps his tie in his hand. As I stand naked before

him, he pushes at my chest with the flat of his hand, propelling me backwards onto the bed.

Jeez.… hope he’s going to give me time to….

His erection is huge, and he’s not wasting time. He clambers over me, and, holding my eyes as he

does it, ties my wrists, binding them to the bedhead. Then flipping me over, he rolls me onto my

stomach, the tie twisting painfully tight.

“Master.… My hands....”

He reaches, unties and reties, allowing blood back into my fingers, then hauls me up at the hips,

presenting himself with my ass….

Ah, I know where this is going….

…he slaps hard across my ass. It stings, and I gasp.

Is he angry still? Or just letting off steam?

He rubs the spot where he caught me the first time, then slaps again, in a different place…

…. Yeah… letting off steam….

And knowing now that he is not angry with me still, my nerves vanish and…

… my pussy floods.

Now, he slaps again, and again, but this time my gasp evolves into a cry of arousal. He plunges fingers

inside me, briefly finger-fucking me, testing my readiness I think, and with a grunt of satisfaction,

bringing his body atop mine, slams his cock inside me.

He rams home, arrested only by my inner walls, and I yell at the pain. But a part of me is dissolving,

tension evaporating as my Master plunges into me, driving in hard again and again.

His own breathing is laboured, and our bodies are quickly slick with sweat as he rides me, taking me,

claiming his due.

His hand snakes around me, fingers working down to my clit. Normally this would have been simply too

fast for me to work to climax, but as the tension in me uncoils, orgasm takes its place, welling up in me,

ready to explode against my Master’s ramming of my insides.

My pussy erupts into climax, pulsing violently around my Master’s cock. I’m not sure if it triggers him, or

if he simply releases his control, but as I buck and jerk and howl my pleasure, he growls against me,

grinding hard as he shoots into me.

With a gasp he rolls off me to one side, reaching to untie my wrists. I collapse next to him, and he

reaches round to pull my face to his, kissing me.

“I think we both needed that,” he says.

I nod, still panting. “Thank you, Master.”

“Thank you?”

“I feel much better now.”

He huffs a laugh. “I’ll tell Michael, next time you start getting cantankerous with him…”

“Cantankerous?”

He laughs. “Feel free to substitute the adjective of your choice…”

“Well, okay…. how about ‘grumpy’?”

“Look, I’m sorry. You were right. We shouldn’t have tried to lock you in your ivory tower like some latter-

day Rapunzel.”

“Wasn’t she golden-haired?”

“As you say, so you’re clearly unsuited to the role. Listen…” he turns serious. “Despite our… um…

personal de-stressing techniques…” he grins, “You can’t just go wandering around. It really is too

risky…”

“I want something to do. I’m never going to be the idle type.”

“I know. And it was unfair of me to expect it. Leave me with it. We’ll find legitimate work you can do to

help with all this. Fair enough?

“Yes, Master. That’s fair enough.”

*****

MICHAEL

“How is she now?” asks James

“She’s a lot better. Seems to have found herself something to do…. Although I notice that she’s not

doing any of it sitting down….”

“Really?”

James tone is bland, but there is a glint of amusement in his eyes. Richard looks briefly over the top of

his glasses, then looks away, smiling to himself.

“What is she doing?” asks James

“I’m not sure what it is exactly, but she has plans of the City spread out. Seems to be cross-referencing

them to various websites.”

“I gave them to her,” says Richard. “We’re trying to figure out just how they got Elizabeth out of sight so

easily.”

*****

CHARLOTTE

Will Stanton is here. And the Commissioner of Police is not a happy man.

“And how long do you think it took them to figure out they’ve got the wrong woman?” demands Richard.

“And how would they react then?”

Will looks sympathetic. “Richard. They’re not going to simply kill her. Assuming that they didn’t decide

just to….” He swallows his words, obviously editing what he was about to say, “She has a value to

them. Even if they don’t know who she is; her value as a ransom hostage, they’re traffickers. A woman

who looks like Beth; they’ll take the time to get a good price for her.”

This is his edited and improved version of what he was going to say?

Will continues. “We have shots of them getting her into the car and driving across the City, but then

they disappear into a parking lot and the car is abandoned. Clearly, they changed it for some other

vehicle, and on the way out, well, hundreds of cars have gone past.”

“Assuming they got out by car of course.”

“How else then?”

Richard slams his fist against the table, rage and frustration writ large. “You’re saying that we have no

leads? None?”

Will hesitates, then, “I think the only way we are going to get a handle on where they are, is if we can

entice them out…. some sort of lure.…”

His eyes slide across to me.

My Master leaps up, eyes flashing, face furious. “Absolutely not!”

Michael speaks. “No. Richard. I’m sorry. Beth is a lovely woman, but you are not using Charlotte as bait

to track her down. I know James is on your payroll, but I’m not, and I say ‘No’.”

I’ve never heard Michael sound like this before: implacable, almost threatening, but he sits there, face

set, lids half-lowered.

“Don’t I get a say?” I ask.

“No, you don’t,” says Michael. “You’re not doing it.” His arms are folded as he stares me down.

“But….”

My Master interrupts. “No, Charlotte. You’re not doing it.”

Now I begin to be angry. “I’m not a little girl to have decisions made for me. We’ve already had this

discussion, haven’t we? You can’t tell me what to do.”

Michael looks thoughtful. “No? Watch me. In this case, Charlotte, just watch me.”

Like hell…