All Chapters of Buying Charlotte: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

We choose the largest, front bedroom as our accommodation. Again, it overlooks the sea, with windows to front and both sides.Wearing a large furry bathrobe, I stand, staring out, watching a yacht on the horizon as it sails out, falling over the edge of the world...Michael unpacks, hanging his clothes neatly. My Master I notice is looking speculatively across the room."Something wrong, Master?""Not at all. I was just... wondering... about Richard Haswell´s tastes..."I look around. At first glance, it is a perfectly normal, although very grand, bedroom. Then I look at it again, through my Master´s eyes, taking in a few details.The bed is a four-poster, solidly built in timber. Several brass rings support heavy curtains on the frame, but they do look very secure. Those rings would easily support the weight of, say, a human body.There is a basket weave chair, supported from a hook in the ceiling and overlooking the amazing view. Again, nothing in itself, but I follow t

The vibe inside me is in fact, making it very difficult for me to keep my legs together. My pelvis is shuddering and shaking, my pussy liquefying.He seizes me by my locked ankles, pulling me straight, squaring me up to the foot of the bed. Looping one end of the rope around an ankle, he tugs at it, to slide it between my feet. Then he stretches out the rope, coiling it around the upright on one side of the four-poster, and then the other side, before stretching it back, tensioning the rope a little, and tying the end to my other ankle."You see," he says, conversationally, "I can do this now." And he pulls at the rope. As it pulls, my ankles are firmly and irresistibly prised apart, my legs opened.He pulls on the rope until my ankles are about a foot apart. He surveys me. "You know, I think we can do better than that."He unties one ankle, all the while holding a tight grip on my leg, and then reties me at the knee. He repeats this on my other leg.Then he tightens the rop

The three of us sit out on the terrace, overlooking the sea. In the heat, coffee, juice and toast are as much as any of us wants for breakfast."I have to go back to the city for a few days," announces my Master. "I´ll be setting off after breakfast. Is there anything that either of you wants bringing back?"Michael shrugs. "No, I´m good.""Me neither, Master, but this is a bit sudden, isn´t it? You never mentioned it before.""I´ve only just found out when I checked my e-mails this morning. Haswell wants to talk to me about something.""Is everything alright?""I think so. The tone was light enough. I´m hoping he wants to discuss an extended contract.""Good luck on that one," says Michael. "You can have this place every summer for me..."After breakfast, my Master changes into his suit. "I´ll only be a couple of days I think," he says, kissing me on the forehead. "See you soon.""Take good care of her," he says to Michael."My pleasure."-----It´s hot, really

My Master pulls up outside and I rush out to meet him, Michael following in my wake."Master! How are you?""I´m good Charlotte. Glad to be back here again with you both."He hugs me and swings me around, kissing me soundly, but I notice his eyes lock briefly with Michael´s. Is it my imagination? Michael gives him the smallest of headshakes, all but invisible.We go back inside, my Master´s arm around my waist from one side, Michael´s from the other."How was your trip?" asks Michael."Very successful: much more so than I expected.""They´ve extended your contract?""Better than that. I´ve been offered a directorship. Apparently, this first phase was a practice run for me, while they weighed me up. Haswell wants me to take charge of the project.""That´s great, James. I... assume you accepted?""Oh yes." My Master rubs his hands together. "Why would I not? All that hard work is paying off at last.""It sounds as though congratulations are in order then?""I thin

I try to take the cock in front of me in my hands, but Michael seizes my wrists, raising my arms over my head, pressing them down on the bed. "Don´t move from that position," he instructs. He sounds stern, but his eyes are twinkling."Tighten your lips."I wrap my lips around my teeth, and Michael pushes himself between, using my mouth to pleasure himself. The ridge of his cock-head squeezes past my lips and back again, in and out again, and all the time, he is flowing more heavily, a steady trickle of briny pre-cum, which gradually settles to my throat.He withdraws for a moment. "Swallow," he says, watching my face. I gulp, and he pushes back inside.My pussy is electrifying under my Master´s attentions, sending stabs of pleasure spiking through me. Two fingers inside, scraping my sweet spot, he works my bud with his tongue, winding circles with the tip. The fleshy hood held back with a thumb, my naked clit quivers and pulses as he licks and flicks and sucks.My breathing i