The Billionaire's Wicked Virgin

by Blythe Reid

  She needed to be punished for how she treated me, though. No woman could lead me on like that, teasing me over and over again and not expect to be punished. Harper woke up a very dirty side of me and I wanted to show her who was in charge.

  She was new to all of this, though, so I wasn’t planning on scaring her. But she deserved a good spanking for being a bitch about this, for being a cock tease. I wanted to pull her over my lap, pull up those short shorts she was wearing and spank her ass. Her cheeks were round and full and I wanted to smack them until they flushed pink, the skin tender for me. Because of me.

  “I parked here,” I said and opened the door for her when we reached my car. Nothing like a little gallantry to soften her up.

  We drove home in silence. She was deep in thought. I tried to focus around my lust, my dick hard in my pants. God, I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her so badly, it hurt.

  When we arrived at my place and walked in, my mom came from the living room. She looked a little surprised to see Harper.

  “Hello,” she said. Her gray hair was pulled back, strands escaping the short ponytail and she wore slippers. “I didn’t expect you to bring someone home.”

  “This is Harper, Mom,” I said. “Harper, this is Dina Young.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Young,” Harper said politely. My mom smiled at Harper.

  “I’m glad Liam is making friends again,” she said. “It’s been so long.”

  Harper glanced at me. My mom knew nothing about all the women I’d fucked, of how many ‘friends’ I had. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking but she smiled.

  “We all need a few people around us, sometimes,” Harper said. “I’m new in LA so I’ve been a little secluded, too.”

  She’d saved it in such a sweet way. She would keep my secret and that made me see her in a different light. Harper was a cock tease, but she wasn’t a bitch. Not really.

  She’d told me that she was new in LA. I hadn’t considered that even though she went out dancing every weekend, she might be lonely.

  “Well, I’m going,” my mom said. “You kids have a good time. Kenna ate at seven but she fought me on the peas. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  I kissed my mom and let her out. When I returned, Harper was in the living room. She stood up.

  “My mom likes you,” I said.

  “Oh? We hardly spoke. How do you know?”

  I shrugged. “I just do.”

  I took Harper’s hand and kissed her knuckles.

  “Now,” I said, looking at her, “you and I have unfinished business.”

  Harper blushed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “No?” I asked. “I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

  I led her by her hand to my bedroom. On the way, I stopped and checked in on Kenna. She was fast asleep.

  We walked through to my bedroom and I closed the door.

  “You can’t just ditch me like that, babe,” I said to Harper, turning to her. I cupped her cheeks in my hands and kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth, kissing her so deeply that the only air she could breathe, was me. She sighed into my mouth.

  “Actions like that should be punished,” I said softly when I broke the kiss. Harper frowned.

  “Punished?” she asked.

  I nodded and sat down on the bed. I patted the spot next to me. Harper sat down. I kissed her again before I bent her over my lap. She yelped in surprise. I pulled down her shorts, leaving her G-string in place.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Trust me,” I said. I stroked her ass with my hand, rubbing my hand in a circle. I lifted my hand and brought it down with snap, slapping her just hard enough for her to feel it. She cried out.

  “Liam!”

  I grinned, rubbing the skin again. “You ditched me, baby. I’m just giving you a spanking for it.”

  She squirmed a little. To get her to lie still, I pushed my hand between her legs, my fingers sliding into her.

  “God, you’re so fucking wet,” I growled, struggling to hold onto my reserve.

  She gasped as I pumped my fingers in and out of her a little. I let her go abruptly and brought my hand down on her ass again. The sound of my hand connecting with her skin was delicious. Her skin was already turning a light pink.

  Harper complained again. I eased the bit of pain I’d caused by pushing my fingers into her again, pumping them in and out. I alternated that with flicking my fingers over her clit. She was getting closer. The combination was getting me fucking hard, too.

  I built a rhythm, slapping her and fingering her, alternating one with the other until she writhed, gasping and moaning on my lap. An orgasm rocked through her body when I touched her clit again and she cried out. The sound made me want to flip her onto the bed and shove my dick inside of her, showing her what it felt like to be fucked good.

  “Are you ready for this, babe?” I asked her. “Are you ready for me?”

  She gasped but she shook her head.

  “No, Liam,” she said. “Not yet.”

  I groaned. This was so fucking frustrating. All I wanted was to fuck her and she was holding out on me, making me work for it. Who was punishing who, exactly? But I wasn’t going to make her do anything she didn’t want to do. I liked domination, I liked control but I didn’t do force. So, I let her up.

  She stood, rubbing her own ass with her hands. Her face was a mixture of lust and fear. She pulled up her pants.

  “I can give you a blowjob,” she said.

  It was the next best thing. I nodded and she kneeled before me like we’d done before. She pulled me from my pants with more confidence this time and closed her mouth around me. I groaned as she started sucking me, getting me off with her mouth. She bobbed her head and fucked me with her mouth, carrying on until I lost it. I orgasmed, pumping into her mouth. The release was pure ecstasy. I could only imagine how much better it would be to fuck her pussy.

  When I was done she pulled back and got up, walking to my bathroom. I heard the water run and a moment later, she returned.

  “I have to go,” she breathed.

  I called her a cab and saw her out.

  “I’ll call you tomorrow,” I said. She nodded and I watched her walk away. She kept running but I would keep chasing her until I got what I wanted.

  8

  Harper

  “So, tell me about last night,” Sierra said when I came out of my bedroom the next morning. I’d come in before Sierra had come home and fallen asleep.

  “What time did you come in?” I asked.

  “Four,” she said. “I met that friend of his again, Joel.”

  I sat down on the couch next to Sierra, hugging one of the throw pillows.

  “What do you think of him?” I asked.

  Sierra laughed. “Oh, no, missy,” she said. “You’re not getting out of this that easily. Tell me about your night, first. Then I’ll tell you about mine.”

  I grinned and shrugged.

  “It was good,” I said. “There’s something about him that I just can’t say no to.”

  Sierra raised her eyebrows. “That’s not always a good thing.”

  I sighed. “I know. I don’t know what it is about him but he’s such a charmer. When I’m with him I feel different. I feel beautiful and funny and worth it.”

  “You know you are all of that, right?” Sierra asked.

  “Yeah, but with Liam it’s different. But I don’t know how to deal with what I feel for him.”

  “What do you feel for him?” she asked.

  I took a deep breath. “Honestly, lately I’ve been thinking about sleeping with him so much. I know I probably shouldn’t but I can’t help myself. And the things he does to me... God. He makes me so horny.”

  I blushed when I said the word. Sierra laughed.

  “So, what’s stopping you?” she asked.

  “I don’t know. How do I know if it’s right?”

  “If it feels right, it’s
right,” Sierra said. “That’s all we’re waiting for with this, correct? It’s not about anything else than feeling protected and safe when you’re about to do it. If you feel like giving it to him, like he won’t rip it away from you and you won’t regret it, then there’s no reason not to do it.”

  I nodded slowly, thinking. What she was saying made sense.

  “It was so close last night,” I said. The desire had been inside of me. I didn’t know how I’d managed to walk away without going all the way, especially after he’d orgasmed in my mouth.

  But I’d done it.

  “Trust what you feel, Harp,” Sierra said and leaned forward to hug me. “It will be fine.”

  She was right. I just had to trust myself. It was a lot easier said than done, though.

  A while later, Liam phoned me. I got a thrill when I saw his name on my caller ID and I answered with a smile.

  “Morning, sexy lady,” he said. “Kenna is at a birthday party for the afternoon and I find myself thinking about you all the time. Are you up for a little trip?”

  “What did you have in mind?” I asked.

  “I want to take you to my favorite spot.”

  I only thought about it for a moment. “Okay,” I said.

  “Great,” Liam said and I could hear him smiling. “I’ll pick you up in twenty minutes. Wear something casual.”

  He was in front of the apartment in less than twenty minutes later and I went to meet him. I’d put on shorts and a tank top with flip flops.

  “You look great,” Liam said when I got into the car. He leaned over and kissed me. I still wasn’t sure how to be around him. He was so comfortable and sure about himself, though. It made me relax.

  Liam drove toward the beach, taking a road that ran alongside the waterside for a while before he finally pulled off onto a dirt road. He parked under a tree and we got out. Liam took a blanket out of the back of his car and took my hand, leading me onto the beach.

  The spot was secluded, with rocks and trees growing close to the water on both sides, cutting it off from the rest of the coast line. The sea was a deep blue, the sky littered with puffs of cloud and the sea sand was bright in the sunlight.

  “This is beautiful,” I said, kicking off my flops and pushing my toes into the sand.

  “I come here when I need to think,” Liam said. “It’s secluded and away from the real world, almost.”

  “What do you think about when you’re here?” I asked as Liam opened the blanket on the sand. He sat down and I sat down next to him.

  “All sorts of things. Lately, though, it’s been all about you.”

  He looked at me. His eyes were a deep blue, almost the color of the ocean and he looked at me with adoration and want. I felt the familiar tug of desire at the pit of my stomach. Liam sat so close to me and lately we’d been inching closer and closer to sex. I realized I wanted it. Desire hung thick in the air around us. When I breathed in it pushed down my throat.

  Liam lifted his hand and put it on my cheek. He kissed me and I knew what I wanted. I wanted him. His tongue pushed into my mouth and all I could think about was that I wanted to give myself to him.

  Liam pulled me back onto the blanket with him, his body pressed against mine. His hand was on my breast, massaging me and he ground his hips against mine, his hard cock rubbing against my hip bone. I was so wet I could feel it in my panties.

  “Do you want this?” Liam asked in a throaty voice and this time, I nodded.

  Liam ran his hand down my stomach, found the hem of my shirt and pulled it up. I lifted my upper body so he could pull it off me. He undid the bra and pulled that off, too, and I was naked from the waist up.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” Liam said, staring at my breasts before he leaned down to lick at my nipples. The sensation was almost too much as he tugged at each of them while he glanced up at me.

  I cried out and enjoyed him making love to my breasts while I watched. My pussy contracted painfully, the awareness that I wanted him buried balls deep inside of me was baring down on me. Balls deep? The man was eight inches. There was no way. Not on my first time.

  But there was something so fucking hot about thinking about how fun it was going to be to get his thick cock wedged inside of me. So naughty. So good.

  He pulled off his own shirt and kissed me again, letting me lie back. With his one hand he undid my shorts and worked them down my legs. I tried to do the same for him and with a bit of effort and fumbling we got naked together.

  Liam rolled on top of me. I was breathing hard, trembling lightly all over. Even though I had never done this, my thighs fell open for him as if my body knew what was going to happen. Liam brushed the back of his fingers by my pussy and smiled.

  “You’re so wet, baby,” he said before bending over to grab a condom. He pulled it out of the package and slid it down his rock-hard shaft before glancing up. “I’m going to take really good care of you, okay?”

  I murmured and nodded. “Just don’t hurt me.”

  “Never, Kitten.” He positioned himself at my entrance and rolled the thick head of his cock around my entrance before pushing in just a little. I gasped, and he stopped, giving me a patient, caring look.

  “I’m good,” I whispered and gripped my thighs as I watched another inch of his dick disappear inside of me. He reached up and pressed his palm to my clit tightly before rubbed slow circles around it. Pleasure lit me up.

  Slowly, Liam pushed into me. It pinched a little and burned for a second. I tensed and whimpered. Liam stopped and smiled.

  “Are you okay?” he asked. “We’re almost there. I need you to focus on me and not the pain. I’m going to press in a little more because this sweet little cunt wants every inch of my meat, doesn’t she?”

  I nodded. It was uncomfortable, a little sore, even. I felt so full, so stuffed, but he was right. I wanted every fucking inch of him.

  I wanted his balls slapping my ass.

  His cock pressed up between my breasts as he titty fucked me.

  His dick in my ass. I wanted all the things I’d dreamt about since I realized what sex was. I wanted to be explored, to explore, to come like a fountain.

  “Fuck yes,” he mumbled as he pressed in the rest of the way and pumped his hips. Heat rolled through my stomach as he patted my clit and rubbed it softly. “Come on my dick, Kitten. Make it nice and wet so I can fuck you for a few hours.”

  Liam started moving back and forth, sliding in and out of me and I gasped. The sex was fantastic. It hurt, but it was fantastic. Liam’s face was filled with something I couldn’t read, but it wasn’t bad and I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the sensation. I was giving Liam my virginity and it was beyond time.

  I couldn’t believe I hadn’t been with a man before that moment. What was I holding out on? The right guy? How about just finding a hung guy.

  “So good,” I whimpered as I spread my legs farther and arched my back. Delicious electricity pumped out from my stomach and reached up to my chest and back, causing my asshole to contract. I moaned and came hard, squirting come all over his lower stomach. I leaned up to watch it drip down to his balls as he growled loudly at me.

  “That’s fucking hot, Harper. Come again.”

  “Yeah.” I buckled as my body obeyed his command. More come squirting from my slit, and he ran his fingers through it as he fucked me good and hard until it was his turn.

  “Such a sexy little tease you are, baby.” He gripped my knees and pushed up, flattening himself against my bent legs as he drove into me until we shared one more rush of pleasure together.

  I wanted him to come inside of me, to feel the heat of it, to experience the bliss of his skin on my skin, but that time would come.

  I’d make sure of it.

  9

  Liam

  On Monday morning when I walked into the office, everything was different. I felt like a legend. I was still a billionaire, I still owned a publishing company and I still had everyone ready to obey my ev
ery command.

  But I’d also taken Harper’s virginity. I’d gotten what I’d set out to do. I’d fucked her on the beach, making her mine in a way that no man had before and no man could ever do so again. Mission accomplished.

  And yet, it felt like so much more than that. Watching her orgasm the way she had left me bent over in need for the rest of the fucking weekend. I wanted to give her pleasure over and over again. To slide my tongue, my fingers, my cock deep inside of her. I wanted to buy a bag of toys, tie her up and work both of her holes open real good before fucking her for the rest of the night.

  She had me needing things I’d never needed before.

  When I walked into the office I felt like I could conquer the world. Which was good because I still had the Turner situation to deal with.

  “Call Reggie in for me, will you?” I asked Sarah after she gave me all my messages and I told her what I needed from her for the day. She nodded and disappeared. A few minutes later, Reggie walked through my door. He was tall and lanky with dark rimmed glasses and a nervous attitude.

  “Let’s talk about Lisa Turner,” I said to him, pointing at a chair opposite me so that he could sit down. “Tell me your side.”

  “She’s stealing work,” Reggie said.

  I raised my eyebrows at him. “That’s a big allegation,” I said.

  “It’s not an allegation,” Reggie said and he sounded confident. “I have proof.” He reached into his bag and produced a manuscript.

  “This is the O’Hare book we accepted last month,” I said.

  Reggie nodded. “I’ve highlighted a few things on page twenty-five,” he said. “And I have this. It’s something Lisa turned in last week. I highlighted the relevant pages, too. When I did a fact check it looked so familiar.”

  I turned to the right pages and read the highlighted passages. They were identical.