“I’m going to make you come standing up,” he tells me, as the finger of one of his hands explores my pussy while the finger and thumb of his other hand squeeze my clit.
He spreads my legs further apart and inserts another finger inside my pussy.
“You’re tight, alright,” he tells me, as he thrusts two fingers in and out of me. “But your juices are dripping out on my hand, because your body is begging me to take you.”
“Yes,” I admit, giving into the feelings of lust and desire overwhelming me. “I want you to take me so bad.”
He plays with my clit and fingers me while his cock grows noticeably larger and swells fuller and harder up against my ass.
He’s playing with my clit so expertly that I nearly melt into him, sighing and moaning and realizing I’m about going to come.
“Come for me,” he whispers, biting at my neck and squeezing my clit.
“I’m coming,” I tell him, my ass shaking as it bounces up and down against the inside of his wrist along with the motion of his hand as he rubs my clit. “You’re making me come so much.”
“I feel your pussy juices running out into my hand,” he tells me, as he brings two fingers to my mouth and shoves them inside. “Taste what I do to your pussy.”
I lap up my own juices, staring straight into his blue eyes. He makes me so weak in the knees that I feel I need to lie down, once the orgasm is done coursing its way through my body.
As if reading my mind, he shakes his head, denying me the relief of lying down.
“We’re only going to use this bed for one thing,” he tells me, “and that’s for me to tie you up to it.”
He reaches into a drawer to retrieve some rope. He also takes off his shirt and pants, allowing me to see his ripped chest full of tattoos, his six pack abs, and his huge cock. He ties each of my wrists to a bed post and then he slips on a condom that he had also taken from the drawer.
He stands behind me and pulls my thong back over to the side, so that my entire pussy and ass are exposed to him.
“I love to grab your clit,” he says, doing just that, and automatically making my nerve endings tingle. “And I want to stick my cock into your pussy.”
But instead he sticks his fingers back in, teasing me, feeling me deep inside.
“You’re so tight,” he says, as if unable to handle it for one second more.
He spanks my ass, hard, causing me to jump.
“Ouch.”
“That’s for making me want you so badly that I spent so much money on you,” he says, and then he spanks my other ass cheek as well.
It stings, and tears come to my eyes due to pain, but I like it. I want him to do whatever he wants to me. And he does.
“I’m going to take your virginity now, Veronica,” he says, as I feel the head of his cock on the opening of my pussy. He pushes it inside me and I feel a tear.
“Oh, my God,” I say, having no idea how much it would hurt.
“Shhhh,” he says, playing with my nipples as he slides his cock all the way inside me. “You’re mine now. I’ve claimed you as my own.”
I let a moan escape my lips as he thrusts himself in and out of me. I lean against the bed posts to which I’m tied, letting him have his way with me, and thoroughly enjoying it.
“Isaac,” I cry out, moaning and gasping for air. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”
“You love how I fuck you, don’t you?” he asks, before biting my neck and my shoulders.
“I love it,” I tell him, giving into the sensation and letting myself go into a full orgasm. “I’m coming on your cock.”
“Come on my big, hard, strong cock,” he says, raking his fingers up and down my back. He grabs my ass and squeezes it, so that my pussy is clenched even tighter around his cock. “Fuck me for real before you marry me for fake.”
“Okay,” I tell him, convinced I’d do anything he told me to do.
I’ll marry him for fake not only because he bought me fair and square but also because these orgasms he’s giving me are so real and so amazingly good.
I’m so glad I came to The Exchange and I’m so glad Isaac bought me. This is exactly how I would choose to lose my virginity.
Chapter 11 – Isaac
I grab Veronica’s amazing ass and look down at it bouncing up and down as my cock goes in and out of her pussy. My God. Her pussy is so tight and so wet. I’m glad I paid for it because all I want to do is fuck it.
I slow down, reminding myself to be careful. This is all just an arrangement. I’m not actually going to settle down. I’m just pretending to, for my father.
When I see her curvy ass I can’t help but speed up again, thrusting my cock hard and deep inside her.
“I’m coming again,” she says, moaning and groaning as I have my way with her.
I can’t believe how beautiful she is, how obedient yet also so feisty. It makes me want to give all my power over to her, but I can’t. I have to remain in control.
“Spread your legs wider,” I command her, and she does.
This stance allows me to rub her clit while I fuck her from behind.
She immediately starts coming again, all over my cock. So much wetness is gushing out from her that I can feel it on my hand.
“You’re my whore now,” I tell her, feeling my cock pulse and throb inside her. “I can do what I want with you.”
“Yes,” she moans, humming and groaning as I fuck her. “You bought me and you took my virginity. I’m yours now.”
I love how she says that. So much so that it scares me. I want to stop, so I don’t give her too much of myself. But my cock isn’t in line with that plan. It seems to have a mind of its own, burying itself deep inside her and fucking her perfect little cunt until it’s about ready to burst.
“I’m coming,” I tell her, as I feel the release I didn’t even know I’d been waiting for so eagerly. “You make me come so fucking hard.”
“Me too,” she says, grabbing the bed posts to which I’ve tied her, squeezing them as we both come together. “You make me come so hard and so much.”
“Come for me, because I’m coming for you,” I tell her, and when I get done I just stand here for a minute, trying to pull myself back together.
What the fuck was that? I wonder, as I take off the condom.
What it was, apparently, was out of the world sex like none I’d ever had before. I didn’t even know sex could be so good.
Holy shit. I’m in over my head and I have to get out of here.
I untie her and begin getting dressed. She looks into my eyes, searching for signs of what I’m feeling, but I’m not about to let her in on the fact that I’m way more into her than I intended to be.
“Meet me at Radish on Tuesday at 6:30,” I instruct her. “That’s when you’ll meet my father and we’ll let him know we’re engaged.”
“Okay,” she says, as if waiting for more.
But I can’t say anything to her without her finding out how crazy she makes me feel. It’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced before and I have to admit I’m overwhelmed by it.
We walk out separately and she goes over to another girl waiting in the lobby.
“Stacy,” she says, throwing her arms around her. “What are you doing out here?”
I hadn’t realized she’d come with a friend. Then again, I hadn’t known anything about her before I just fucked her silly— and allowed her to fuck me silly as well.
“Oh, just waiting for my ‘john’ to get dressed so he can take me to dinner,” her friend says, smiling a goofy, but charming smile. “He paid for that, and some other stuff of course.”
I can’t help but continue to ease drop on my way out the door.
“You look like you’ve had fun,” Veronica says.
“So you do,” Stacy says. “But we’re still going on that double date this weekend. Nothing’s changed, right?”
“Well…” Veronica hesitates.
Tell her no, I silently will. Tell her
you’re mine.
I know I’m being ridiculous. I have no right to claim exclusivity over Veronica. I hadn’t made that part of the agreement and I definitely don’t own her. I’m only getting fake married to her, not real married to her.
She looks up and sees me lingering at the door, so I push it open, acting as if I wasn’t paying any attention at all.
“Sure, I guess, why not?” Veronica finally answers, causing my heart to fall down into the pit of my stomach.
Fuck. Why does it bother me so much that she’s going to have dinner with some other guy before she has a fake meet-her-future-father-in-law dinner with me?
Don’t worry about it, I tell myself, as I head to my car. It was just a one-time thing. It’s only a fake engagement and that’s it.
I wish I could get my heart to believe what my head is trying to tell it. I have a feeling that these next few days are going to feel like some of the longest ever.
Chapter 12 – Veronica
I couldn’t wait for today to get here. As I walk into the swanky Radish restaurant, I keep an eye out for Isaac, excited to see him again even though our parting after our first encounter had been awkward. I could swear he wanted to say more, do more, but was holding back.
I know it’s not my place to question why he does the things he does. This is just a paid arrangement. Isn’t it?
I know logically that it is, but emotionally, I can’t help but wonder if there’s something more to it.
I look down at the huge rock on my hand, still in awe of its size and beauty. It might represent a fake marriage, but it’s the most beautiful piece of jewelry I’ve ever owned.
Isaac isn’t here, but when I tell the hostess that we have a reservation, she leads me to table near the back. An old man is seated in a wheelchair at a table and an even older woman is opening a napkin and placing it on his lap.
“Oh hello there,” she says, looking up at me with kind eyes.
“You must be Jessica,” the old man says, interrupting her. “The rare unicorn who my son has finally agreed to marry.”
I’m taken aback by his abrasiveness, but Cora’s sweet temperament overrides his.
“Oh Jim,” she says, patting his shoulder. “You’re always confusing names. This is Veronica, remember?”
He shrugs, glaring at me.
“Isaac goes through so many of them I can’t even keep up,” he mumbles.
I notice that Cora pinches him on his shoulder. I smile at her, to let her know that I’m not bothered. If I were Isaac’s real girlfriend, I probably would be— to hear what a player he is. In fact, I feel a pang like a dagger in my heart, wondering how many girls he’s been with just like he was with me the other night.
But I know I have no right to be possessive. It doesn’t surprise me that a handsome, rich man like him has his pick of women. And since this is all a fake arrangement, I’m determined to go with the flow.
I’ll do anything for Isaac because he’s paid me so handsomely. I’ve already arranged with the clinic who is doing Mom’s experimental treatment, to pay them anonymously so that she won’t know it’s me. However, she’s been acting suspicious, telling me she doesn’t understand how they’re now covering the cost of what they said would be too expensive, and asking me what I’ve been up to and where I’ve been going.
The truth is, almost nowhere, except to The Exchange last week— which I certainly wasn’t going to tell her about— and out with Stacy over the weekend, which only lasted about half an hour. I took one look at the blind date I was being set up with and made an excuse that my stomach had been bothering me.
He wasn’t bad looking, but I guess I couldn’t help compare him to Isaac. I had no interest in sitting there having dinner with him. I suppose it makes no sense, but until I finish this business with Isaac, it doesn’t feel fair to anyone for me to be dating other guys as well. That’s what I tell myself, anyway, even though I know that I’m so gaga over Isaac that no other guy comes close, and even talking to one just doesn’t even feel right.
So that night I came home early and watched cheesy 80’s movies in my room, daydreaming about what it would really be like to be married to a filthy rich, sexy man like Isaac. Perhaps I should have never let him take my virginity. Because now I can’t get him out of my head.
“Please don’t pay any attention to Mr. Morris’ grumpy mood,” Cora says. “He’s been very excited to meet you.”
“And very excited that my irresponsible son is finally settling down,” Mr. Morris adds.
I’m not sure whether to laugh or feel horrified. I’m beginning to see what Isaac has to go through and even though at first I was dubious about his plan to fool his father with a fake engagement for whatever reason, now I’m beginning to get a glimpse into why he might feel the need to do whatever it takes to pacify this seemingly incorrigible old man.
“Darling,” a newly familiar voice calls out, and I turn around to see Isaac rushing into the restaurant, holding a large, beautiful bouquet of flowers. “Sorry I’m late. I was just looking over something very important to the family business.”
As he hands me the flowers and pulls out my chair for me to sit down, I’m impressed by his chivalry. His father, on the other hand, leaves a lot of manners to be desired.
“It’ll only stay in the family if you two actually tie the knot,” he says.
Poor Isaac. I can’t believe he has to put up with this all the time. I decide to go all out and really play the part for Isaac’s sake.
“Of course we will,” I tell him.
Then I turn to Isaac and ask, “Have you been downplaying the seriousness of our relationship to your own family? Honey, I know you never thought you’d settle down, but it’s about time you admit I caught you hook, line and sinker.”
My charm must work because Mr. Morris gives me a small grin. Cora breaks into a laugh. But the best reaction comes from Isaac. His handsome face breaks into a big smile.
“You’re right,” he says, playing along perfectly. “And that’s why I had you come meet my father and Cora finally. You knew I wasn’t going to do it until just before our wedding day so that I could be sure I’d really go through with it. Even though I have cold feet when it comes to commitment, I’m actually ready to take this big step.”
Cora shakes her head at Isaac.
“Now you be nice to your fiancée,” she says. “It looks like you have a real keeper here.”
She winks at me and I nod at her appreciatively, sincerely glad she’s here.
The waiter takes our order and as dinner progresses I begin to see more and more of Isaac’s father’s personality. Isaac keeps trying to bring up something that he talked to his friend Dan about but his father keeps dismissing him.
“I’ll talk to Charles about all that later,” Mr. Morris says. “Let’s just eat now. I’m sure you’re confused anyway. You rarely really know what you’re talking about.”
Isaac looks crushed, but he presses forward.
“Dad, what I’m saying is that we’ve ordered an audit for the books to be gone through and I really think it’ll be a good thing because there are some discrepancies.”
Isaac’s father coughs and is unable to answer. I realize that his condition is severe. In his frail state, I’m surprised he could even come to dinner.
It must be incredibly important for Isaac to pretend to be getting married to me. I decide to try to step in and help the situation because it’s obviously also important for Isaac that his dad hear what he’s trying to say about the books.
“Well, you know honey, how I’m a mathematics major and I’ve take taken some accounting courses,” I say. “I’d be happy to look at the books if you’d like to show them to me.”
Isaac looks at me with more interest than his father does. I can tell he wants to ask me if I’m really a mathematics major but that would give away our little ploy. So, he says nothing.
After dinner as we stand to leave, Cora gives me a hug and says, “It was such a s
incere pleasure to meet you. I hear the wedding is next weekend and I can’t wait to attend.”
It takes all my willpower not to glare at Isaac. He planned our fake wedding for this weekend and didn’t even tell me? That’s such a guy thing to do.
I’m going to have to tell Stacy about it. I hope she doesn’t have plans and she can make it. Even if it’s a fake wedding, I need her to be my bridesmaid.
As we’re walking out, I’m wondering when I’m going to get to see Isaac again. But I don’t have to wonder long.
“Follow me to my apartment,” he instructs, as soon as we’re out of earshot of his dad and Cora.
By the way his jaw is clenched and the nervous way he’s jostling his keys in his hand, I can tell that he’s been wanting to see me as much as I’ve been wanting to see him. He’s trying to hold himself back but he wants me.
I’m beginning to think this relationship isn’t as fake as we’re trying to make it seem.
Chapter 13 – Isaac
As soon as we’re in my apartment my hands are all over Veronica’s body. I just can’t seem to help myself. I silently curse myself, wondering why I have no self-control when it comes to her. I just need to see and feel that sweet pussy of hers again.
But she doesn’t seem to want to let me off easy.
When I kiss her she kisses me back but then she pulls away and says, “So, next weekend, huh? When were you going to tell me?”
I grab her ass and squeeze it hard, pulling her in close to me.
“I’m the one who asks the questions around here,” I tell her. “I bought you fair and square.”
“Yes, you did,” she says, her body tightening up and her face looking a bit surprised.
Now I feel bad. I didn’t mean to scare her. I just have no control over my emotions and I don’t want to show her what she’s doing to me.
I hadn’t even planned to bring her back here to my place. To have sex with her again. But ever since I saw her shape accentuated by the dress she wore to the restaurant– and, I have to admit, the beautiful way when she handled my father and helped me out at dinner– it’s all I can think about and all I want to do.
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