The Virgins Real Christmas

By Simone Leigh

She Never Had a Real Christmas Before....

Charlotte didn’t have much as she grew up. As a child: her father murdered. As a baby, abducted & placed under the control of traffickers. As a teenager: Imprisoned, knowing she was doomed to a life of sexual slavery. As an adult, persecuted, hunted, her friends attacked. Everything she has, she had to fight for.
So, when her Loving Master learns what she really wants, what will he do?
How will he give her a Real Christmas?

A BDSM Ménage Christmas Erotic Romance

• Language: English
• Publisher: Simone Leigh
• Release date: Nov 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005019174

Simone Leigh

Simone Leigh is a writer of intelligent, romantic erotic fiction.Her recent erotic thriller, ‘Target’, won the Reader Voted #BestBook Award in the‘Inks and Scratches’ Summer Splash Book Awards.Although English, Simone has lived in Spain for the last few years.Here, she divides her time between working on her tan, decorating her beautiful villa, writing hot romance and thrillers, and swimming naked in her swimming pool.

Book preview

James

Good evening, Charlotte. Are you alright there? asks Richard, billionaire CEO of the Haswell Corporation.

She’s standing in the Lobby, sipping from a mug. I’m fine thanks, she smiles. I’m just waiting for Michael to pick me up. He said he was running a bit late, but Kirstie’s made me a coffee while I wait. She head-points the Concierge at her desk, who smiles politely and then returns to where she is working on her laptop.

Ah well, we’ll wait with you then for a minute or so. Ross is just bringing the car around.

Richard and I have a meeting with the shareholders, I say. I should be home around six, but I’ll let you or Michael know if I’m going to be any later.

She nods, then we stand in a slightly awkward silence, listening to Christmas Carols drift across the lobby. After a minute, Richard, with an air of making conversation says, So, Charlotte, are you looking forward to Christmas?

Oh, yes. I am... Her smile is bright. She’s all little girl enthusiasm and my ears prick up.

Michael’s always telling me I should pay more attention to her words...

"... It will be my first real Christmas," she says.

Richard frowns. How so?

Well, the first Christmas I was here, I didn’t really know Michael and my Mas... James, very well...

I see Kirstie’s eyes roll our way, but I glare at her and she looks away again. Richard’s mouth puckers at Charlotte’s verbal stumble. She always tries to call me James when we are in public, but doesn’t always succeed.

... We didn’t have Christmas together then, that first year.[1] Although as it turned out, we could have spent more time with each other, but we didn’t know it at the time...

I interrupt. Sorry, Charlotte, what do you mean? We didn’t know at the time?

She swallows hard...

Regretting her words?

"... I... I... didn’t realise until you told me about it later, and I didn’t like to say anything then because well, you know how we met..."

Her eyes roll sidelong towards Kirstie who, for all that she is a friendly acquaintance, does not know that Charlotte and I first encountered each other when I bought her, and her virginity, in an auction...

... Is this the place for this discussion...?

Charlotte’s voice lowers...

"... and... but... I would have loved to spend Christmas with you. But I didn’t know we were so close..."

Close? I’m not following you, Charlotte.

When you were in that hotel, The Imperial... all by yourself that Christmas because your mother had died, and you couldn’t get in contact with Michael...

Yes?

I was in the guest house right across the road...

... What?

... if we’d known, we could have had that first Christmas together.

I sigh... Oh, Charlotte... and instead, we both had to stay by ourselves, with only strangers for company.

... I’d love to hug you...

... but not here...

Richard listens to all this, his face intent, but he chuckles, shaking his head ruefully. "Yes, and last Christmas was no picnic either, was it? You three hunted by Klempner’s men and, well, getting my offices attacked and set on fire wasn’t exactly my first choice from Santa[2]. He gives her a long look. I imagine that Christmas when you were a child, in the Blessingmoors Home, was nothing to celebrate either?"

She looks away, her face blank. No, she says eventually. The best that ever happened then, was that we were locked in together while the staff just left us to it. They would leave some food and water, but the bigger stronger kids would get most of it and the little ones just went hungry and thirsty ‘til the staff came back a few days later.

Richard, his lips pressed white, What about after that? You had a few years with that family at the farm. Surely you enjoyed those Christmases?

She smiles again, but the smile is thin...

Sad? Regretful?

They were good people, yes, she says. "But I never