Mastering Charlotte

Chapter 14

James

I don’t want to dwell on the wisdom or the ethics of what I am doing. The bidding is already sky-high. ‘Charlotte’, if that is her name, is the jewel of the auction, and her price reflects it.

Several the bidders have already been knocked out; the no-hopers, and those whose hopes were greater than their wallets. Some of the more grotesque of the bidders have also been outbid, including some of those making the crude comments and heckles of a few minutes ago. To my relief, the creep who shouted from the back of the room was knocked out of the bidding early.

But with a good two dozen of us still bidding, some physically present in the auction room, others by proxy, with agents indicating for them; and with the bids climbing in $1,000 increments, the price is steep and getting steeper.

Finchby looks pissed off. The bids are clearly higher than he either expected or possibly budgeted for and his expression is a mixture of fury and frustration….

Perhaps he’s made promises he can’t keep?

To some extent, I’ll be happy simply to see him knocked out of the bidding. I’ve never met Charlotte, only seen her auction profile. With the best will in the world, most of my knowledge of her is pure fantasy and the more imaginative speculations of an older man watching a beautiful young girl. But at some level, I’ve connected with her, and I want to win the bidding, to take her back with me….

want To lie between your thighs, spurt into you, while you gasp and whimper under me….

The set who seemed to be bidding as a group has dropped out, the pot too rich for them now, and one by one, the proxies stop bidding too.

With mounting excitement, I watch the monitor as the High Bid climbs ever higher. Some of the audience seem to be there only to watch. Is this how they get their kicks? If so, given the auction deposit, it’s an expensive past-time. But plenty more do bid, and I see more remote bids coming in through the agents.

Each time Finchby raises his hand, I match the next bid and he raises it, but now he’s looking back over his shoulder to see who is competing against him, who is his opposition. There are still one or two others, but even they are beginning to waver.

“Any more bids, Gentlemen?” calls the Auctioneer. Finchby wavers, slowly raising his hand once more, but this time is outbid by someone I don’t know, an Asiatic type. He bids again, but this time a short fat man halfway down the hall raises a finger.

Finchby visibly curses, raising his hand once more, and this time, I bid against him. He looks furious, but as the Auctioneer looks back at him, the question in his eye, shakes his head, as does the fat man.

The Asian is my last competitor and for another three or four bids, he raises against me, and I top him each time….

Is this how expected to spend the money from that Contract?

No….

You’re a fool, Man…. After all these years, all that work, blowing your cash this way….

But I raise my hand again anyway.

This Contract is only the first of many….

“Final offer, Gentlemen? I have the bidding with number 247 at the back?” He looks at the Asian, who shakes his head. The hammer hovers, then bangs down. “Sold! Number 247.

“Charlotte, come down to the office please.” says the Auctioneer.

Eyes wide, as if the reality of what she has just done is only now taking hold, she steps down to a cubical where, away from the crowd, I see her being given a document and instructed to read it. I can’t hear her over the general hub-bub, but I see her lips moving, reciting the words….

She can’t say she doesn’t know what she’s agreed to....

…. before she signs.

I push through the crowd, Finchby giving me a filthy look as I pass. I counter-sign the Contract and pay, then turn to claim my ‘goods’.

She looks like a deer about to bolt, if deer came with a sea of red hair and mermaid eyes, but smiles at me nervously as her leash is placed in my hand.

“Nice to meet you, Charlotte,” I say. “I’m your new Master for the week.”

“Nice to meet you too.” She looks down, swallowing her words.

I’ve paid a lot for you. Let’s get this one straight from the start.

“Nice to meet you, Master.” I say, giving the leash a tug.

“Sorry, Master. Nice to meet you, Master.”

You volunteered for this, and I’ve saved you from a lot worse than you’ll get from me….

And I’m gonna f**k you every way it’s possible to be f****d….

…. and I"d love to share you. Watched you get f****d too….

Michael"s words pass through my mind.…

…. abuse….

Alright, Green-Eyes…. Let"s give you the option and an incentive, then it"s your choice how far this goes.

“That’s better.” I say. “Now come with me. We’re going to have a little chat.”

There’s an ante-chamber to the main auction room, stacked with old furniture and other sale goods. I seat myself in a carver chair, then survey my prize, still naked, collared and on her leash. She’s trembling, and I don’t think it’s just from the chill.

Calm her down a little….

Not too much though. She walked into this with her eyes open….

…. half-open at least....

“Don’t worry. I’ll let you put some clothes on before we go. But right now, I’m enjoying the view.”

She doesn’t speak, simply nodding. She’s chewing on her lower lip and her fingers are bunched.

Ready to lash out?

You’ve still got some fight left, haven’t you….

“On your knees, Charlotte.”

Obeying me, she drops to the ground. It’s not too graceful, but she’s trying not to scrape her knees on the stone floor. Naked and leashed, she looks up at me with those incredible eyes. In almost any other face, the red hair would be her glory, but with those eyes….

Her pupils are like pinpricks; black dots in circles of jade.

Scared?

Of me….?

…. Probably….

Let’s cut to the chase.

I’m paying a lot of money here. Am I getting the genuine article?

“Are you really a virgin, Charlotte?”

Her head drops, and she stares at the floor, nodding.

“Is Charlotte your real name?”

Still staring at the ground, still silent, she shakes her head.

“No, of course not. But for the avoidance of doubt for you, the auction house knows exactly who I am.” I laugh. “If nothing else, they have my credit card details.”

youNow she looks up at me again, her eyes softer.

That’s it, isn’t it…. You need to feel safer….

Fair enough….

“You are, how old? Twenty-two was it?”

Nod.

“It’s not easy to be a twenty-two-year-old virgin these days. How did you manage it?”

She looks shame-faced. “I got married,” she says, her voice small, “but he didn’t love me. I found out later that he’d only married me to please his parents…. He.… he didn’t like girls…On our wedding night, he wouldn’t….” She stalls, and her words dry up.

Should I believe her?

She doesn’t look as though she’s lying….

…. Poor kid…. What a lousy start….

“Not a good start to life, I have to agree. So, after the failure of this miserable marriage?”

“I didn’t have anything. I didn’t know what to do. I want to go to college, but that needs a lot of money and my parents can’t afford to help, so….”

“So, you decided to sell the assets you have, to the highest bidder, to fund your way through college?”

“Yes.” The words are all but whispered to the floor.

Ah…. Gotcha….

Good for you, Girl….

What better reason could you have…?

I think my face must reflect my thoughts because as she looks at me, she relaxes a little, some of the tension dropping.

Time to touch?

Yes…. But not too much….

Leaning forward, I run a finger over her perfect face, that alabaster skin. Her eyes widen, and her breath holds, but she doesn’t look alarmed.

I trace my finger down the hollow of her neck and lower between her beautiful breasts. As I stray into s****l territory, she freezes, and a faint flush of colour pinks her cheeks.

Enough for now….

“A brave thing to do.” I say. “I have to admire your guts, but it was astonishingly dangerous. You’re lucky to have me as your Buyer. Men who play these sorts of games can have very…. elaborate tastes in entertainment….”

She’s saucer-eyed as I speak….

“…. I suspect you didn’t know what you were agreeing to when you signed that contract. I’m going to enjoy taking your cherry, and I’ll test you to the edge with other games, believe me. But I won’t do anything that might hurt you, not permanently.”

She’s swallowing hard, staring up at me, trembling again, her breathing shallow and rapid. But she doesn’t try to back away or escape my touch where my finger still rests in her cleavage.

Perhaps you really are a virgin, and a brave one too….

“Tell me, Charlotte. How much were you hoping to make out of this? That auction total was good, but it won’t get you through college.”

Her brow furrows. Clearly, it’s not a question she expected. She starts speaking, stutters a little, licks dry lips and starts again.

“I don’t really know. Just as much as possible.”

Alright, Jade-Eyes, let’s see what you’re made of….

“The reason I am asking this, Charlotte, is that I have paid a very good price for you, but you could earn more if you are willing, and if you have the nerve to carry it through.”

She stares at me in silence, her eyes, if it were possible, even wider, but her pupils shrinking down again.

Have I ever paid so much attention to a woman’s eyes before?

Calm her down….

…. How to do this….?

I take my hand from her, sit back in the chair, forcing my body to seem relaxed, casual. It’s not easy.

I want to f**k you hard…. Make you scream….

“Let me tell you a little about myself. You have done this because you dream of a better life. Good for you. I have dreams too. Perhaps fantasies is a better word…. One of them is to have a young and beautiful girl kneeling naked in front of me….”

fantasiesAnd now, I can’t help but smile. I’m so lost in trying to do this right, to win her confidence, that I’m losing the experience of having one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, kneeling, like a dream from Hollywood, for me. As I smile, she flushes, looking confused. And it’s definitely the smile of a young girl, unused to being naked with a man.

Ye gods, but you’re glorious….

“…. Another is…. Well, this is going to be your first time. They say that we all remember our first time and I suppose mine would have been about average. I was a young, incompetent fumbler, but an older woman did me a favour and guided me through. She made it good for me. I’ve always dreamed of being able to take a girl’s virginity and make her first time wonderful for her. Do you understand me?”

The tension flows from her muscles at my words, her body visibly relaxing.

What were you expecting Jade-Eyes?

…. nothing good….

Perhaps not so blind as I thought. Perhaps you did know the kind of thing that could happen to you….

In which case, you’re even braver….

How much nerve have you got…?

“Mmm. That sounds…. nice….” she says.

“I’m glad you think so. Don’t worry. Your first time is going to be as good as I know how to make it for you.… However.…”

Now for it….

I take a deep breath.

“…. there was a room full of men in there who would willingly pay to play other games with a girl like you; young, inexperienced, beautiful.”

Her confusion is back. She shakes her head, her cloud of red hair rustling over her skin as she moves.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand….”

“I own you for a week, Charlotte. If you want to earn as much money as possible, then it doesn’t have to be just me. I have other fantasies than simply having your virginity….”

Spell it out. Be sure she understands….

“…. I’d like to share you with other men. Watch them with you. Let them watch me with you. Several of us sharing you. But….”

…. abuse….

Stabbing a finger towards her, “…. Understand that I won’t do this, without your agreement and without your being well rewarded for it. I’m asking you now because while we are still here at the auction house, this could be arranged, if it is what you want and are willing to do.”

won’t ifAnxiety marches across her face, her whole body shaking. But she doesn’t panic, containing her fear.

“Can I have a few minutes to think about it?”

Of course you can….

“Of course. That’s only fair….”

Spell it out again. Reinforce the words….

“… I will stress; if you agree to this, you will be tested to the limit, but you won’t be permanently hurt. I won’t let anything serious happen to you. I will be in control, and I will control what happens. It’s your choice.”

will She nods her understanding.

Let her think on it….

“I’m going to leave you alone for a while. Give you some space to think. I’ll be in the auction chamber. Come through when you’re ready.”

There"s a set to her jaw that says she"s already decided. She"s just screwing up her courage to carry through.

…. but she has to say it herself…. to make it her choice….

…. but she has to say it herself…. to make it choice….I leave her, walking through to the auction chamber where the next ‘lot’ is just finishing. It’s another youngish girl. Not so innocent-looking as Charlotte, but the man leading her away is the short fat man I knocked out of the bidding earlier. He has a curl to his lip that I don’t care for, and I spare a moment of pity for the girl.

Don’t be what you despise in the others….

be what you despise in the others….She’s billed as the last sale of the day, but I catch the Auctioneer’s eye. “A moment. Another sale for you.”

The audience is already breaking up, but some on the front couple of rows hear me and sit down again….

Does this happen often?

…. others, further back, see them sit and also resume their seats.

“Yes, Mr Alexanders. What can we do for you?”

Then I spot them, the small pile of her clothes, tumbled to the side of the podium, and I remember that I have left her naked.

I hold up a finger. “One moment, if you please.”

Quickly I gather them up and pushing open the door, toss them through to the side chamber where I have left my green-eyed beauty.

“And put your clothes on, Charlotte. I own you now, but you are in charge of what happens in the next few minutes.”

youBack in the auction chamber, I talk quickly to the Auctioneer.

“Charlotte is I think, willing to offer some further…. services…. to the bidders here. I’d like you to run another auction on her behalf, but I will take the details of the top…. oh, dozen bids. She may be willing to co-operate in…. sharing. Anyone who is interested may bid, but the bids do not automatically imply that I will accept them. If I don’t care for the look of the bidders, they will be rejected. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mr Alexanders. We have from time to time had similar, um…. extras, on previous occasions, and we have a standard format for such proceedings built into our House Rules.”

extras“Gentlemen,” he announces. “If you would care to examine Appendix 5A to the House Rules, we have a final auction falling under this section.”

Most of the original audience is still here, waiting. Finchby tries to catch my eye. I make a point of ignoring him, along with some of the others that I felt looked less than reputable. They can bid if they wish, but it will get them no-where. I am in control now….

And where is Charlotte?

I don’t have to wait long. Within less than five minutes, she steps through the door, fully dressed once more, and her head held high. Stepping on the podium again, she stands straight, holding her hands together.

Her voice trembles, but she looks me in the eye and then the Auctioneer.

“I’ll do it. Let’s get on with it.”

Brave Girl. Good for you….

The bidding resumes, but now I hold the reins. Regardless of the money bid, only those I allow will have access to her. Certainly, the likes of Finchby will be coming nowhere near her while I have any involvement.

I watch her face as the bids mount again, as she watches the monitor. I think she’s confused, unsure of exactly what is happening, but that’s fine. I’ll deal with it. I am not now just her Buyer, but her Protector.

As the gavel comes down again, I step immediately to her side, hooking my arm through hers to lead her to the office where, almost as the bidding was happening, a new additional contract, an addendum to the original, was being typed. I speed-read it, but it says what I want it to.

“Sign there and there, Charlotte. I’ll handle everything else. Don’t worry. I’ll look after you and your interests.”

therethere,“This is unusual but not unknown, Mr Alexanders.” says the Auctioneer, quietly, and just out of her hearing. “Does the young woman…?”

“I’ll look after her interests,” I say, “my main stipulation is that the top bidders provide their name and contact details to me. There are some parties I will not allow near her.”

meThe auctioneer glances around the room. “I quite understand, Mr Alexanders. There are men here that I would not choose to allow near a young woman either.”

I should move, take her to the hotel I have booked. The less time she can dwell on things, the better.

“Come on, Charlotte. Let’s get you out of here. You have an exciting week ahead of you.”

For a moment, I think she’s going to baulk, refuse to come with me….

Is her nerve failing.…?

…. but then she follows me, her expression shell-shocked.

Hailing a taxi, I bundle her in to get her back to the apartment. It’s a good suite. Since this is my ‘Contract Celebration’ I didn’t hold back on the expenses. If I’m doing this, then I’m doing it right.

Of course, if I’d not won the bidding for her, it would simply be a very expensive week’s holiday for me, but as it is….

As we make our way through the hotel to my apartment, the Penthouse, she’s looking around, wide-eyed again.

“Not my home, Charlotte.” I explain. “I’ve just rented it for the week, but the Auction House knows where I have brought you.”

She nods, but she’s trembling, her face now not just pale, but sallow with fear.

You might be scared of me, Charlotte Green-Eyes, but you don"t know what the alternative was.

Let’s take a break….

“Relax,” I say, “we’ll have a meal first I think. Calm you down a bit….” She’s staring at me, like a rabbit looking into the headlights.

…. am I so terrifying to her….?

“…. and perhaps some wine inside you might help? Do you like champagne?”

“Um, not sure. I’ve never had it.”

I try to stay casual. “Excellent. I can introduce you to it, then. What kind of food do you like?”

“Err... Don’t mind really…. Italian?”

“Fine. We’ll go to Luigi’s around the corner then. I’ll reserve a table for us. Why don’t you have a look around. Have a bath or a shower perhaps? Make yourself comfortable. If you look in the wardrobes you will find bathrobes and…. other clothes. Look them over.”

I tap in the number for Luigi’s, booking a quiet table away from prying eyes, then retrieve the champagne from the fridge where I’d been keeping it on ice.

She’s in the bedroom, her back to me as I enter, glass in hand. As she turns, holding a bathrobe, seeing me, she startles and all but screams.

Jeez… She really is scared….

eez… She really scared….Come on, Jade-Eyes. You’re stronger than this….

“Calm down, Charlotte. I promise I am not going to hurt you.” I put down the glass, to hold her my arms. Trying hard to make the contact as non-s****l as possible, I rock her back and forth. “I won’t hurt you,” I repeat.

not won’tWhat does she see when she looks at me?

Her Purchaser? Her Master?

…. Her Attacker?

How do I defuse this….?

“Have your bath. Afterwards, try the dresses for size. They should fit. Your measurements were listed in the auction ad. I think the black one would suit you well, but you choose.”

She’s trying to smile, but it’s forced. Picking up the glass, I push it into her hand. “Please drink that. I want you to enjoy yourself….”

Got it!

I grin at her. “…. Think of this as…. The Adventure of a Lifetime.”

Her smile grows a bit more convincing, and she gulps down some of the champagne, swigging it like lemonade. “You know, it really isn’t meant to be drunk like that,” I say. “Champagne should be savoured. Come and have some more.”

I pour her some more. I don’t want her drunk; n*********a is definitely not my thing. I like my women alive and kicking, but the champagne works its magic.

I don’t think she’s too used to alcohol as after only a couple of glasses, her barriers are breaking down rapidly and she is much more relaxed, a smile on her face as I talk. She’s an attentive audience over our dinner, listening carefully to what I say, but she doesn’t speak much herself.

The food is good, and I make sure she has a good meal without bloating herself out. I want her relaxed and responsive, not over-stuffed and needing to sleep. And I want her spirit of adventure to the fore, and her sense of fun.

I want you to enjoy this Jade-Eyes….

I want to make you scream and laugh and c*m….

But let’s settle a few boundaries….

“I don’t want to embarrass you, Charlotte. Here in public, you can call me James. In private, I am ‘Master’.”

She nods compliantly. “Yes, Master.”

Are you really a natural sub….?

…. I don’t think so….

…. I"ve paid for your obedience, but I’d give a lot for your real Submission….

Don’t be a fool Man. She’s here for one reason only. She’s being paid a great deal of money….

…. and don’t forget that….

…. but you’re not a w***e, Jade-Eyes…. you’re a girl with dreams of your own….

I aim, and I think succeed, in ending the meal with her well-fed, but not overly so and just the slightest bit tipsy; enough to lower her shields without being falling-down silly.

As we enter the apartment, I take her coat, then take her hand. Holding her eyes, I lead her through to the bedroom.

I tried to make it beautiful for her and paid the hotel staff to have it ready for us when we returned. And as we step in, I’m glad that I did so. This is hardly the classic dream of a young girl’s first romance, but perhaps I can give her a convincing substitute….

Candlelight washes its golden glimmer over her face, the light like embers in her fiery hair. Flickering shadows cast depths into the space that would not normally be expected in a hotel bedroom.

Now…. seduce her.

Now…. her.How did you feel, all those years ago, when she guided you through your first time.?

How did you feel, all those years ago, when guided you through your first time.?Charlotte stands before me, her expression a little…. adrift…. Holding her by the waist with one hand, I stroke her face with the other.

“I’ll tell you what’s going to happen now, Charlotte. Because this is your first time, you don’t know what to expect. No matter what you have seen in movies or read in books, you just don’t.”

She’s trembling, but I don’t think it’s from fear. Rather, it smacks of the quiver of arousal.

Does she understand that….?

I continue. “I am going to undress you, quite slowly, because I am going to enjoy that. I saw you naked at the auction, but I didn’t like it, seeing you treated like goods. This time I want to undress you carefully, to enjoy your body and for you to enjoy it too. If you would like to undress me too, partially or completely, that’s fine, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Are you with me so far?”

I I hold her face in my hand, making her eye meet mine as she chews on her lip. After a moment, she nods.

“After that, I want you to lie down on the bed and to be comfortable. You should be completely relaxed. If you like, I can turn the heating up or down for your comfort. Would you like me to make it warmer or cooler?”

Her head shakes slowly from side to side. Her eyes are still wide, and her pupils oscillate between points and discs.

“Alright. If you change your mind, tell me. Once you are comfortable, I am going to massage you, kiss you and enjoy your body. Then I will open your legs and kiss you between them. I will lick and suck you. That should arouse you to orgasm.”

Has she ever…?

“Have you ever had an orgasm, Charlotte? Perhaps by doing it yourself?”

“Ummm, I’m not sure. I don’t think so.”

She doesn’t think so?!?

lol!

Ah, Jade-Eyes, then you haven’t….

I can’t help but chuckle, but as I breathe, I scent her. She’s arousing at my words. And as I look at her, her pupils are enlarging, and her lips are parting.

Bingo…!

“If you’re not sure, then the answer’s ‘No’. When you orgasm, there is no mistaking it.”

She looks glorious. whether she knows it or not, her body is responding to me. All I have to do is keep her from being afraid of me.

Don’t be a Dom….

…. Not too much anyhow….

…. Not much anyhow…. “That’s very good.” I smile. “I am going to be able to give you your first climax. But hopefully, not your last.”

Almost as I watch, her arousal is flowering, blooming, unfurling….

“After you have climaxed….” I continue, “…. I will penetrate you and will have my own climax. By then you should be aroused enough that your body will be ready for me and it won’t hurt you at all. Do you understand all that?”

She’s flushing, a bloom of pink rising up her neck over skin now gleaming with perspiration. And under the fabric of her blouse, her chest heaves as her breathing grows heavier.

She nods, now looking more as though she anticipates what is coming; is looking forward to it rather than dreading it….

“Good girl.”

My hands clasped softly to her face, I draw her in. I want to kiss her. But more than that; I want her to kiss me back.

I press my lips against hers, brush into her mouth with my tongue, trace her outline with the tip. She’s quivering, and the perfume of her arousal is strong now, but still….

…. she doesn’t seem to know what comes next….

Can she really be this unworldly?

She knows what it means to be gay…. but she doesn’t know how to kiss?

Is it all fear? Or something else?

I pull away. “Don’t be frightened. I promise I am not going to hurt you. I want this to be wonderful for you.”

“I’m not frightened, Master, just excited I think….”

“Listen to your body.” I say. “You’re a grown woman and even if you don’t know it, your body wants this, wants to be touched. Let yourself go.”

youShe’s gasping now. I kiss her beautiful body, down the neck and throat, her breasts; and as I stroke over her hair and her shoulders to her belly and hips, she is a-quiver.

Her n*****s are pebbled within her blouse. I nibble softly at them through the fabric of her clothes and as she moans, softly but unmistakably, my balls tighten, and my c**k stiffens.

How can I not smile? This beautiful innocent wants me. She may not, yet, understand how or why, but she wants me….

wantsI had suggested the dress for her, but (perhaps in a spirit of rebellion?), she wore blouse and skirt. And now, slowly, carefully, I unbutton the blouse. As it falls away, her eyes widening once more, I reach around her to unclip her bra, to leave her beautifully bare-breasted for me. Her breasts, large enough to be a little pendulous, swing free, the n*****s bronze in the candle-light.

She’s flushed and sweating, and as her eyes drop below my waist, “You’re alright, Charlotte. It’s perfectly normal. You are aroused. Listen to your body. It has a lot better idea of what is happening than you do. Just let it flow.”

Her eyes meet mine, and then, with an air of inevitability, drop once more to the bulge in my pants.

“It won’t bite you,” I say. “It is going to f**k you, but not until you’re ready for it, which isn’t yet.”

is …. Oh, God, touch me, Girl….

I take her hand, guiding it downward. “Touch me. I’d like you to, and I think you will like it too.”

Her hand, guided by mine, moves tentatively down, but she jumps as my c**k twitches under her touch. Then…. she moves with more assurance, smiling a little as her fingers caress the outline of my shaft, exploring me.

As her confidence (in me?) grows, so does mine in her. Pressing my erection against her, I reach to unzip her skirt, slide it down to leave her in black lace panties and no more.

And for the first time, she volunteers a movement, her fingers lacing up over my chest, roaming, caressing….

“Take my shirt off, Charlotte.”

She unbuttons me, with a clumsiness that argues complete inexperience, but as my shirt falls free, I see her nostrils flaring as she scents me. And clearly, she wants to touch, but hesitates….

“It’s alright, Charlotte. Touch me if you want to.”

Her eyes and lips and fingers roam me; my chest and belly, my shoulders. She traces the outline of my n*****s, curls fingers into my body hair. She kisses my skin, then suddenly, withdraws, flushing.

Give her free rein….

“It’s alright, Charlotte. If you want to do it, then do it.”

I try to encourage her, my hand to the back of her head, guiding her into me, without trying to seem to force her. I want her to choose to touch me….

chooseShe kisses again, then her tongue tip laps at my skin as she tastes me….

And now arousal spears through me, sharp and exquisite. It is ecstatic, but I gasp, trying to keep my control.

Jeez...!

“f**k, Charlotte! I hoped this was going to be good, but….”

Grabbing her by the shoulders, I pull her to me. “Ye gods, Girl! Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

And she looks once more shy and uncertain, upset. “I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean….”

Laughing, I take her chin in one hand. “That’s not what I meant. You definitely do not need to apologise. I’m just realising that I’m lighting fires that may take some quenching.”

notdo notGive her some payback….

Show her what she gets from this….

She looks startled as I drop to my knees before her. “Your turn now.” I say. Support yourself on me; your hands on my head or shoulders, whatever you need.”

Clearly baffled, she simply stands there. But as I move to the vee of her thighs, bathing her s*x in the heat of my breath, she wails and, staggering, snatches at me with her hands, pulling at my shoulders and hair.

“Gently, Girl,” I say, as I stroke between her thighs at the moist heat of her panties. “Open your legs a little. Let me at you.” She’s moaning and staggering, and as I feel at her folds through the fabric, her head flinging back, there is a warm gush and a spreading stain.

“Master, I’m sorry, but I can’t stand up properly.”

Gotcha, Girl….

I stand and sweep her up, dropping her onto the bed where she lands, gasping and sweating.

Her excitement is quite unmistakable now, even if she doesn’t know it herself, and for a long moment, I hesitate, looking down at her….

Is she ready…?

…. for more….?

“Are you still nervous, Charlotte? Still scared?”

There’s nothing to her but eyes as she looks back up at me, shaking her head. For a further long moment, I stall, wondering, then….

I start to unbelt my jeans, to release my straining erection. As my pants fall to the floor and I step out of them, all I can see on her face is Desire….

I’m not sure if she knows or understands, desire for what…., but I’m happy to show her. As her eyes travel my body, naked as I stand over her, my p***s twitching with my heartbeat, her lips part, and her flushed and perspiring face tell me all I need to know….

whatAnd she reaches for me. I have to suppress a smile. She’s reaching for my c**k….

Slowly…. Jade-Eyes. Slowly….

I shake my head. “Not yet,” I say, “not for your first time. I want you ready for me.”

She flops back onto the bed, with almost a sulky air….

Disappointed…? Don’t worry…. You’ll get the lot very soon….

“Madam,” I say, trying not to laugh, “do as you are told. I am in charge here. And…. you will enjoy it the more.”

IHer expression washes between laughter and embarrassment. “Raise your arms over your head, Charlotte.” I continue. “Clasp your heads together.”

She obeys, looking puzzled as she does so.

“I am not going to restrain you in any way today, Charlotte. It might frighten you. But, take that position. Later, you will be tied and restrained. Today, simply hold the position. Imagine that I have hand-cuffed you that way.”

She’s looking a bit wary now, but I think we are at the point of no-return. I slip a hand between her knees, easing them apart. “Open up now. I’m going to tongue-f**k you.”

As she obeys me, there is another surge of her pungent perfume….

She’s flooding….

Does she want me, or is it just her body speaking?

Does want me, or is it just her body speaking?…. and as I see between her thighs, she’s soaked; her juices flowing freely over her p***y-lips and along her thighs.

Beautiful….

I pull up a pillow, shoving it under her hips. I want easy access, to be able to fully reach her, to pleasure her as she deserves. I’m not too gentle as I tug her into position, but she seems to be beyond worrying now….

Another pillow under her hips, and it’s forcing her to arch, to make her fully aware of her position, her exposed p***y, her displayed s*x….

“Good girl. Lie back. Relax. Just let me take over now.”

And now, naked, spread and displayed for me, I have her, for her pleasure and mine. My balls writhe and tighten and I could happily plunge into her right now, shaft her and shoot….

…. but that’s not what I want to do.

I want her to climax. I want to taste her orgasm as she comes into my mouth.

She’s panting now; I’m not sure if it’s anxiety or arousal.

She’s still scared. She’s trying hard, but she’s still worrying....

Easy now.

But she’s aroused despite herself. Hips raised, thighs spread, her vulva is open and visible. Her p***y and lips are swollen and red, glistening with her flowing juices.

Calm her down, Man. Talk to her….

“You’re beautiful Charlotte. I know that you don’t know how beautiful, but trust me, you are. And I’m going to make you c*m, and scream for more. I’m going to f**k you until you know that you are beautiful.”

Her eyes meet mine; those amazing green eyes. Set against her skin, not pale now but pink with s****l heat, and her brilliantly copper hair, as I hold her gaze, her pupils expand from pin-pricks to saucers….

That’s it Jade-Eyes…. There’s nothing to be scared of…. Relax….

And I lean in to taste her, drawing my tongue over her in a single, slow, smooth stroke, from her beautiful glistening p***y to her hardening clit.

And she screams….

And it’s not the scream of a woman who knew what to expect.

Yes, you’re the genuine article, aren’t you? You’ve never felt that before….

She’s writhing and twisting on the bed, her arms thrashing as her hips jerk and buck.

Time for a little restraint I think….

I seize her at the wrists, not trying to hurt her but to control her.

I’ve paid for this. We’re doing it my way Jade-Eyes. I expect your obedience….

“Very good, Charlotte.” I murmur to her. “But did I tell you to move?”

She sags back against the bed, her expression contrite. But her eyes are wide, her lips parted and she’s panting as she speaks.

“No, Master. Sorry, Master. I’ll be good.”

“That’s better. Why don’t you hold onto the bars of the headboard. Perhaps it will make it easier for you to be obedient.”

As she looks back at the metal bars of the bedhead, I see it register with her that this has been chosen for more than edging a mattress….

Ah…. Jade-Eyes…. the image of you, tied and spread-eagled for me….

But not yet….

She’s trying to be obedient, grasping the bars behind her with each hand.

I’d love your Submission….

Your real Submission….

Your Submission….But I’m paying for this and…. are you a Sub?

“Good girl. Feel free to move your legs to make yourself comfortable. If you swing them upwards, it will be easiest for me, but you can rest your feet on my back or shoulders if you want to.”

Setting myself between her thighs, I adjust her position a little, lifting her at the knees. I want to be comfortable. I want to savour this whole experience, this delectable, beautiful, virginal girl.

She moves, her hips angling to present her p***y to me….

“Is that better, Master?”

Ah…. you’re getting it now….

“Perfect. Now, lie still while I tongue-f**k you.”

When did I last see an unfucked p***y?

Have I ever?

I’m not sure, but we have all night, and I take my time with her. There’s no need to go plunging in, and I enjoy opening her with my fingers, exploring her swelling folds. She’s wet and becoming wetter, and her nerves seem to be abating.

Slipping back the hood of her clit, it stands to attention for me, bright red and begging to be sucked….

Pace yourself…. take your time….

And as I finger and stroke her, she shudders and whimpers. Angled back, she’s not looking at me; I think lost in an internal world.

Lovely sounds…. You’ll make others for me in a while….

How does she taste?

I slip a couple of fingers inside her, coating myself with her juices. Her cunt quivers around me at the penetration and her breath catches. Her head lifts, I think to see what I am doing, and her eyes meet mine, widening once more as she sees me sucking my fingers clean.

She’s lemony and fresh, scented of musk and a trace of the rose perfumed soap that’s in the bathroom.

“You taste wonderful, Charlotte,” I say. “Soon you will taste of me when I come inside you, but first….”

She doesn’t know what she wants….

So, it’s for me to take her measure….

How hard can I make you scream, Jade-Eyes?

I breathe over her, laving her cunt and clit and vulva with warm breath, and again she squirms, her moans growing louder.

Her p***y is in full flow now. I think she’s as aroused as she’s going to be without something more direct from me.

Wrapping my mouth around her clit, sucking as gently, I mouth at her with the softest part of my lips. She bucks and screams, and I seize her hips in a firm hold.

Too much?

Yes, too much…. Tone it down….

The tip of her bud is too sensitive, but I find a delicate tender spot between the root of her clit and the soft skin of her p***y which I probe and work with the tip of my tongue.

With my hands grasping her at the hips, I spread my fingers to feel her belly muscles. Every quiver and pulse transmit through to me and I can gauge her reaction to everything I do as she becomes louder and more noisy, her moans turning to wails.

Taking time for my own enjoyment, I lap at the wet heat of her now hot and engorged p***y. She’s flooding….

Shouldn’t have any problems when I’m ready to get inside her….

Jeez, but I’m looking forward to having my c**k in there….

Jeez, but I’m looking forward to having my c**k in there….The pillow I used to support her hips is barely necessary now; she’s arching and straining, and her weight abruptly transfers to her feet across my shoulders as her body tenses.

She’s on the build to climax. Her whole body is vibrating, and her wails are becoming louder.

My angle is awkward for it, but with my mouth capping her lips and clit, I finger-f**k her, spreading my fingers to stretch her in the way that women seem to enjoy so much.

For a moment, she freezes, poised on the edge….

There she blows….

…. and she judders into orgasm, screaming.

Taking a breath, I plunge my tongue into her, as deeply as I can, swiping out inside her against pulsing muscles. My face pressed in hard against her, I extend the moment as long as I can while she howls and thrashes against me.

Her grasp on the bed-head forgotten, her fingers and gripping into my skull, she rides the wave, until….

“Stop! Stop! Please, Master….”

I withdraw, pulling in a deep lungful of air and wiping her delicious juices from my nose and chin.

Legs dangling over the edge of the bed, she’s still in orgasm, her eyes squeezed closed, whimpering as she shudders and twitches. I smile as I watch her hands, waving in the air as though she’s trying to grasp hold of something, not knowing what to do with them.

Slowly, her cries die down, and her gasps for air diminish to mere heavy breathing.

I think we can call that a success….

I feel outlandishly pleased with myself.

I don’t think she’ll forget that in a hurry….

I certainly won’t….

Her eyes flicker open, staring at the ceiling at first. She’s clearly completely spaced out. Sitting beside her on the bed, I wait for her to descend, to return the same planet as me. Eventually, her eyes flick to me, pupils huge, black in jade.

“So, you enjoyed your first orgasm?”

She nods, then twitches….

A bit of afterburn?

Even better….

“Yes. It was wonderful, Master.”

She looks utterly languid, relaxed back against the sheets. Her skin is sheened in perspiration, her hair spread in a fan of flame around her. Her breasts and stomach are still flushed and, her legs still draped over the edge, thighs parted, I can see her sopping p***y….

Waiting for me….

Time to be f****d, Green-Eyes….

My c**k twitches, wanting to be inside her, and my balls are tight and pressured. Her eyes widen as she sees my readiness and a trace of fear flashes across her face, quickly masked.

Be easy with her….

…. but she’s ripe….

“Stay there,” I say. “Just relax. Your body is as ready for me as it’s ever going to be.”

Still pillow-raised at the hip, she arches back as I ease her knees wider, positioning myself.

The tension’s back with her, and she’s trembling again….

Arousal, or fear?

My c**k eases against her, twitching deliciously as it brushes against the heat and wetness of her clit and lips. The head pressing to her entrance, she tensions….

They always tell girls this is going to hurt the first time….

…. but why should it, if they’re prepared….?

And I lean in, wrapping my arms around to support her a little, draw her in closer. I stroke her beautiful hair, kiss her.

“Shhh…Calm down. It’s alright….”

And slowly, carefully, I guide myself inside her, but only just. My c**k-head pushing against her inner muscle, I push in, then withdraw, penetrate and withdraw, a little deeper each time, opening her.

As I enter her, she arches, drawing in her breath. She"s whimpering, but I don"t think I"m hurting her. It sounds like moans of pleasure as I fill her.

She"s tight and warm and slick, and her p***y grips me as I penetrate.

God, but that feels good....

It feels incredible. And she’s not trembling now, her tension dispersed. With me fully sheathed inside her, she’s showing no signs of distress of discomfort. Instead, she’s panting again, her pelvis quivering against me.

That’s it Green-Eyes….

I increase my rhythm, watching her all the time, but she rides with me. Stepping up the pace, I thrust harder, and then harder again….

And suddenly, she seems to get it….

get it….Her hips swing up, her legs wrapping around me as she contours herself to my body, and now she rocks with me, matching me as I plunge into her. Yelling and shouting, almost laughing, she rides with me, inviting me in further, harder, deeper. It must surely be hurting her, but she doesn’t seem to care, urging me on, welcoming me as our bodies collide.

Her eyes open, seeing me. I’m rising to release, but retain enough self-control to speak.

“Are you alright, Charlotte?”

“Yes, Master, I’m fine.” Her smile is broad, her face lit with joy and lust and laughter. She reaches for me, open-mouthed to kiss me, her hands around my back and shoulders, nails digging in.

The tension in me climbs, that pressure/heat/electric that tightens the balls and stiffens the c**k and sets the heart pounding. It’s coming and there’s no stopping it.

And dropping my head to her chest, groaning, I spurt and spill into her. My climax is explosive, exquisite, and like nothing I’ve ever had before….

…. before, gasping for breath, I simply drop down onto her.

.

.

A gentleman takes his own weight….

Lifting my bulk from her, I withdraw and then roll to lie beside her.

I want to sing, but instead, I kiss her, her chin held between my fingers.

“Charlotte, thank you. That was unforgettable.”

She’s still smiling. “Master. Thank you. I was so nervous. But, you made it, just so….” She’s awkward for a moment, hesitant. “Can we just lie here for a few minutes? Is that okay?”

youIt surely is Jade-Eyes. What more could I have asked of you….?

“Of course it is. We’ll just enjoy the moment shall we.”

I hold her in a loose embrace, our naked bodies still entwined.

Incredibly, I’m feeling an emotion I’ve not felt for years, had all but forgotten….

…. tenderness.

tenderness.How long is it since I felt like this?

Years….

Decades?

“No regrets, Charlotte?”

“No, Master. None.”

She must be tired. Give her the chance….

“That’s good. Now, we have six days ahead of us. Would you like to sleep now?”

“Yes, I think I would.”

Indeed, her eyes are drooping already.

“You do that then. I have some phone calls to make.”

Rising, I leave her to crawl under the sheets. When I look back into the room a few minutes later, she’s sound asleep, barely covered by the blankets, but with a sea of red hair flowing over shoulders and breasts.

A pang strikes through me of….

…. of what?

You’ve only just met the girl. Grow up, Man….

I’m in unfamiliar territory. I’d forgotten what it’s like to feel this way.

How long ago was it that being with Marlene ever did this to me? Or any other woman?

Tugging the blankets over her, I pull the door almost closed, but not quite.

In the lounge, I pour myself a finger of malt and tap my phone screen. Almost immediately there is a reply

“Michael?”

“Yes?” his voice is chilly.

“I wanted to let you know that she’s here.”

There is a long pause and then, “You went through with it then?”

“Yes, I did. Listen….”

I need to get him on-side with me on this….

“…. I almost didn’t, because I was thinking about what you said, about the morality of it, her age and everything….”

“You didn’t actually let it stop you though….”

“No, but I was getting up to leave. Then I saw that Finchby was there. He was bidding on her.”

“Finchby? Who….?” For a moment his voice is puzzled, then, “Finchby! That bastard from down by the docks that beats the girls ‘til they deliver?”

“Yes. Him. He was bidding on her, and he looked set to win the bidding….”

Him.There’s horror in his voice. “Jeez, what would have happened to her.…”

“Exactly, I may not be every maiden’s dream, but I’m a pussycat compared to him.”

Michael sighs down the phone. “Okay, so you’ve got her, and you f****d her. Is she alright?”

“Yes, everything’s okay. She’s fine.”

There is another drawn-out silence, then, “What does okay’ mean?”

okay’ He’s still not happy with me….

“It means…. she’s here and….”

“…. And what? You have f****d her?”

have “Yes.”

“And she’s definitely alright?”

“Yes. She’s asleep now, but…”

“You believe she was a virgin? The real thing?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Please tell me you took it easy on her.”

“Of course I did. I made it as good for her as I could.”

There is another silence. “Did she come?”

“Spectacularly.”

Another silence, then, “You think she really enjoyed it?”

“Yes, I really think she did, at least after she stopped being scared silly of me. I did everything I could think of to calm her down.”

And another pause, then, “Did the photos lie?” The voice is mellowing.

“Yes, they did. The photos don’t do her justice. Michael, she’s beautiful. She is absolutely stunning. You wouldn’t believe how beautiful without seeing her.”

beautifulstunninghow“Really?” Sounding still more relaxed, the anger is draining from his voice.

“Yes, really…. Look, I know you’re not happy with me about this, but why don’t you join us for breakfast. Then you can meet her and judge for yourself. And you can decide from there….”

, really“Decide what?”

“Decide…. if you want to join me…. us….”

“You mean, decide whether she should be gang-banged?” The edge to his voice is back.

“It wouldn’t be like that. I asked her, Michael. I thought about what you’d said, and I asked her, at the auction, before we left.”

There is another long pause, then, “You asked her what, exactly?”

exactly“Listen, she’s done what she’s done, auctioned herself, because she’s raising money to go to college. I asked her if she wanted to make more money by having more than just me involved. She"s not a child. She"s twenty-two and she knows her own mind. She"s got real grit and she wants to earn money because she’s funding her own future. I gave her the choice, Michael.”

“You really gave her the choice? You didn’t demand her obedience because you’ve paid for her?”

really“Not for that, no.” He’s still hesitating. “Look, Michael. I want you to be involved. You were right about what you said. I’m probably the wrong man to be doing this with her, but we are where we are and….”

want“Yes? And?”

“And…. you’re much gentler with women than I am, and a better judge of people. And she is…. well not a virgin anymore, but without the experience to know how things work. And because I’ve bought her, even if I tell her she can, she probably wouldn’t give her safety words if she needed to. So, I want you to do it for her if you think what’s going on is too much for her.”

you Another long and pregnant silence, then….

“I still have reservations about this.”

“Fair enough. I’m simply asking that you come to meet her, to judge for yourself.”

“Alright, I’ll see you in the morning. Message me when you’re at breakfast.”

And without ado, the phone clicks dead.

*****

Despite the temptation to step naked back into the sheets with her, I sleep in the other bedroom, giving Charlotte the privacy I think she probably would prefer. I’d like to ‘spoon’ around her, but on reflection, letting her have a good night’s sleep will make the following day a better experience for both of us….

…. ‘All’ of us….?

The following morning, I rise and shower, then make a pot of coffee. With my own cup and an extra, seating myself on the end of the bed, I watch her, and I wait. If she wakes in her own time, she should feel better today.

A finger of sunlight slants through the curtains, edging across the room as I sip the coffee, simply looking at my flame-haired Sleeping Beauty, her tresses spilling across the cream satin sheets, framing her pale face.

Her nostrils flare and I suck in a grin.

Nothing like the smell of coffee to grab the attention….

As her eyes open, fixing on me, “Coffee?” I smile.

She smiles, yawning and stretching. "I"d love some." Then she sits up as I pour, brushing errant red locks away from her face.

How is she?

Certainly not stressed….

Her hair is all over, and I should have insisted that she shower last night. The remains of her make-up having gone AWOL over her face.

First time I’ve ever seen a green-eyed panda….

And yet you are still utterly beautiful….

"How are you this morning?"

She wraps her hands around the cup, sipping. "I"m fine, I think."

Really?

"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."

stillShe creaks her way out of the bed, raising herself gingerly and wincing as she moves. There’s a stiffness around her pelvis which I know I’m responsible for.

"A warm bath again, perhaps?” I suggest, “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."

She stands slowly, stiff at the hips, her movements awkward as she tries to move, her natural grace eclipsed.

Have I hurt her?

She’s bruised inside certainly. That bath will help.

Finally upright, naked, despite her dishevelment, her complete disarray, she still looks astonishing. Her hair is in rampant escape, her mascara panda-eyed and she smells of s*x and sweat and me; but her long limbs, her perfect figure.…

She sees me looking at her and, very obviously, is suddenly conscious of her nakedness. Her face twists and reflexively, she tries to cover herself, one hand dropping to her loins, the other moving to her breasts. Then she remembers herself, that she is my ‘property’ for the week and uncovers, but she’s blushing and looks away.

Poor kid, you really don’t know yet how to be naked with a man, do you?

I’m a stranger to her….

Give her a break….

I pull a bathrobe of its hook and toss it across to her. She nods me an embarrassed smile and heads, walking like a clockwork toy, for the bathroom.

Making another pot of coffee, I kill some time going over timetables and targets for the Haswell Contract. I’m getting the benefits, so I’d better get on with the work.

Twenty minutes later she emerges in a cloud of perfumed steam, looking as fresh and innocent as a newly picked daisy. “More coffee?” I ask. “Before we go down to breakfast?”

“Mmm, lovely.”

She knocks back about another half pint of the strong back stuff I enjoy, wandering around the apartment, looking at the views, checking out the bookshelves.

She’s not just beautiful; she’s charming too, with the kind of fresh-faced enthusiasm you normally only see in small children who are at that stage when they are just beginning to explore the world, and everything is interesting.

everythingI try not to be too obvious about it….

Don’t want to weird her out…

…. but I can’t keep my eyes off her. I just want to watch her, to enjoy looking at her.

Time to get on with the day. I tap into my phone.

Going down to breakfast now.

OK c u 20 mins

"Ready to eat?” I ask her.

And now she grins. "Yes. Definitely."

In the breakfast hall, she piles her tray with a huge amount of food; cereals, fruit juice, bacon, sausages, tomatoes, mushrooms and eggs, toast and marmalade.

"Do you eat like that all the time?"

She turns pink, looking a little embarrassed. "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.”

And as I am about to reply, Michael appears by our table.