Buying Charlotte

Chapter 6: The Virgin Sold, Part 1, The Morning After

I wake, to find myself still in the vast bed, sunshine streaming through the window, cascading over creamy satin sheets.

My Master is sitting on the end of the bed, the sunlight backlighting his hair as he sips from a steaming cup. ´Coffee?´ he asks, smiling.

The coffee smells wonderful. "I´d love some."

He pours me a cup from a white porcelain jug. "How are you this morning?" He sounds genuinely concerned.

"I´m fine, I think."

"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."

Mmm. He has a point. As I sit up, brushing untidy hair out of my eyes, there is a stiffness around my pelvis. My Master was very gentle with me the previous evening, but it was my first time, and my virgin muscles have been exercised in unfamiliar ways.

He sees me wince as I move. "A warm bath again, perhaps? 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."

I climb out of bed, suddenly conscious of my nakedness in front of this man, almost a stranger. He sees my embarrassment and tosses me a bathrobe.

Standing, my hips don´t want to move properly at first, feeling bruised. A soak in warm water is definitely a good idea. Also, I notice there is an unfamiliar smell about me, something I have not scented before. The smell of s*x?

Half an hour later, bathed, dressed and fortified with about a pint of strong coffee, I feel much better.

"Ready to eat?" asks my Master.

Suddenly ravenous, I could eat a horse. "Yes. Definitely."

My Master offers me his arm, courteously and with a tilt of his head. "Shall we?"

The breakfast is, as promised, very good indeed. Piling up my tray, I settle down to our table with cereal, fruit juice, bacon, sausages, tomatoes, mushrooms and eggs, toast and marmalade.

My Master looks amused. "Do you eat like that all the time?" He has taken simply a little toast and juice.

"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."

He nods approvingly and looks as though he about to enquire further, but is interrupted by the arrival of another man.

“Ah," he says, standing to meet the stranger, and proffering his hand to shake. "May I introduce Michael? He will be joining us later today."

I nod agreeably until my Master´s meaning suddenly penetrates. Abashed, I mutter something, looking down.

The man Michael is shorter than my Master, but still good-looking; solidly built, against my Master´s tall and rather angular physique; blond-haired and blue-eyed. For all my sudden onset of nerves, I have to admit that he looks gorgeous. Is my Master picking and choosing on my behalf?

"Michael and I know each other of old," explains my Master. "We are long-time friends and we...share...things sometimes."

Michael holds out his hand to me. "Lovely to meet you, Charlotte. I can see James here still has the knack of picking the lookers."

It could have sounded cheesy, but it doesn´t. Quite the opposite, he is charming. I take his offered hand, rising now to meet him. If nothing else, there is no need for me to abandon my good manners.

As I stand, Michael takes me in the lightest of embraces, kissing me on the cheek. So close, I can smell him: a mix of sandalwood and pine. His hands are slightly roughened, as though he does some kind of manual work, a craftsman of some kind. His muscular build seems to back that up, and for all his gentle touch, there is a controlled strength to his touch that hints at physical power.

My panties are abruptly soaked, and I blush, sucking on my lips and, not knowing where to look. I look away from both men, taking refuge in sitting to slurp down more coffee.

"Are you joining us for breakfast Michael?" asks my Master.

"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."

I look first at Michael, then into my Master´s eyes. There is a twinkle there and he gives me just the hint of a wink, settling my jitters. He is a good man. He proved that last night. With the contract I agreed to, he could have abused me, but did not. On the contrary, he went out of his way to make my loss of virginity a lovely and exciting occasion. He would not introduce me to anyone dangerous. And isn´t this his old friend?

Against all the odds, my anxiety lessens and I begin to enjoy myself. Concentrating on eating my huge breakfast, I listen to chit-chat between the two men. It is obviously mainly for my benefit, to calm me down, but nonetheless, they clearly do know each other well, asking about events and acquaintances that mean nothing to me.

After twenty minutes or so, Michael stands. "Gotta go. I´ll see you both later." He flashes white teeth at me and echoes my Master´s wink.

After he leaves, my Master sits silently watching me for a few seconds. "Alright Charlotte?"

"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 account, find that it has swelled overnight. You will be earning quite a bit more towards those college costs of yours."

Now there´s a cheering thought. “Er...can I ask what we will be doing?"

“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. Is there anything you would particularly like to do today?"

It hadn´t occurred to me that I would be asked this. I simply don´t have an answer.

Seeing my confusion, my Master steps in. “A trip out somewhere perhaps? It´s a beautiful day. Do you like picnics? On the beach, maybe?"

“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."

We have a lovely day together, my Master and I. He drives us way up into the hills, to a beauty spot by the pine forests, looking down over the sea, sparkling blue and silver far below. We are dressed casually, both wearing jeans and tee shirts, good for sitting on warm grass and enjoying blue skies and sunshine.

The ´packed lunch´ turns out to be a hamper that wouldn´t look out of place being unloaded from the back of a Bentley or a Rolls for Ascot, with smoked salmon, strawberries and cream, and champagne. For several hours, we chat about this and that, and I learn quite a lot about my new Master, who I am beginning to think of as a friend.