“I know,” I told her, nearly glaring at her.
I guess she finds me incapable of making my own decisions. Or at least any fun ones. But that was the old Jade.
The new Jade is on a mission to have fun and lose my virginity. I may as well get paid along the way.
It sounds like these men have money to burn and I want some of it to help with my sister’s college expenses. She doesn’t even have money to buy textbooks and has to study at the library or borrow from her friends.
I had promised myself that I would do what it takes should the opportunity arise to help her—and here is just such an opportunity. It’s also an opportunity to do something else I’ve been wanting to do— meet a man to whom I can lose my virginity.
“Well, if you’re down I’m down,” Tessa had agreed.
“And you both know I’m always down for anything,” Monique had added.
So here I am. On the stage. Going first. I’ve really become a lot more bold. I guess something about last week’s experience has changed me. Hardened me. But I also feel that I needed to be hardened.
“Let’s start off the bidding for the lovely Jade,” the auctioneer says.
He begins to read off a card that Vivian had prepared based on a brief interview of me earlier.
She had told me that the guys can bid on whatever they wanted and it was up to me to accept or reject their offers.
“Jade is nineteen years old and a student at Boston University. She enjoys reading and music. This is her first time here tonight at our exclusive club.”
“A thousand dollars to take her out for a drink,” shouts a man from the back row, and I try hard not to let my mouth fall to the floor.
A thousand dollars just for that? I think.
And here I’ve been letting guys buy me drinks for free during the two times I’ve gone out.
I actually feel stupid for a minute. But then I remember that those guys weren’t filthy rich.
“Do you accept?” the auctioneer asks me.
“Yes,” I nod, squinting into the crowd.
I can’t really get a good look at the guy in the back but I’d let Frankenstein take me out for a drink if it yielded me ten thousand dollars.
“Twenty- five thousand dollars to take her to dinner,” says a man sitting up closer, near the front row.
I take a deep breath. He’s rather rotund and sweaty looking. I really hope he doesn’t win.
“Do you accept?” the auctioneer asks me.
I nod, a bit more hesitant this time.
“Fifty thousand to take her to dinner,” shouts someone else.
I look around but can’t place him at first. Then I notice he’s at the bar. And he’s frigging gorgeous.
He’s so tall he seems to tower over everyone else in the place. He has a head full of wavy dark brown hair, as well as a beard and a mustache. I’m not usually attracted to facial hair but on him it looks amazing— as does the rest of him.
He’s only wearing a white tee shirt whereas most of the men here are wearing suits. The curve of his bulging muscle peeks out from under the sleeve of his shirt, revealing a tattoo. Tattoos are another thing I don’t normally go for but I’d go for anything on him. In fact, the tattoo makes me think he’s kind of dangerous and strong, and I immediately feel my panties dampen.
Please win, I mentally urge him. Please, please, please. Make my St. Patrick’s Day wish come true.
I stare into his gorgeous blue eyes and he is staring back into mine. I know he can tell what I’m thinking and I hope he acts on it.
I could stare at him all day but I’m jolted back to reality when another man from the audience shouts out, “One hundred thousand dollars for a hand job.”
Shocked, I look at him, expecting to see some gross old man. Instead, he’s just a regular looking— and even semi-attractive— guy. I suppose anything really does go on at this club, and no one even thinks anything of it.
“Do you accept?” the auctioneer asks me.
I look back at the man behind the bar.
Please beat this bid, I will him.
“Yes,” I tell the auctioneer.
“Five hundred thousand dollars to let me eat her sweet pussy,” he says loudly, staring straight back at me.
Now I’m dripping wet. I can’t believe his audacity. But I have to admit I love it.
I also can’t believe I’m going to be getting so much money. This will pay for a good chunk of my mom’s treatment.
“I accept,” I tell the auctioneer, before he even asks me.
“No fair,” the guy in the front protests, sweating even more profusely. “That’s way too high of a jump. Everyone is bidding so much so quickly.”
“Robert,” the auctioneer chastises him. “You know the rules. Which are that there are no rules.”
This is the strangest auction ever— even if it wasn’t for the fact that they’re auctioning me off. I’ve never been to any auctions of any kind before, but I know enough to know that this isn’t exactly normal.
“Well why is she so special?” the guy in front demands. “Why are they bidding up so high that no one can compete?”
“If you don’t like it, you’re free to leave,” the auctioneer scolds him. “The market bears what the market can bear. This girl is obviously worth a lot or people would not be bidding this high and you would not be complaining. And it’s not my fault if some of you have more money than others.”
“Oh, shut your self-righteous pie hole,” the man— apparently named Robert— says, and several men let out a laugh or a gasp. “Seven hundred thousand dollars if she’ll suck my cock.”
Now more of them gasp.
“Now Robert…” the auctioneer begins.
“I’m good for it,” he says. “I just closed on the Wilson Estate.”
“Fine,” the auctioneer says.
“Do you accept?” he asks me. He raises his eyebrows at me as he does it, as if to silently add, I wouldn’t.
“What happens if I don’t accept?” I whisper under my breath.
“Then the last offer stands unless someone increases the offer currently on the floor,” he says. “So you can accept Robert’s offer of seven hundred thousand dollars or Gavin’s offer for five hundred thousand.”
Gavin, I think. So that’s his name.
While seven hundred thousand dollars sounds great, there’s no way I want to be bought by Robert and have to go down on him. I’d much rather get five hundred thousand dollars to let Gavin pleasure me.
“Is she a virgin?” calls out the man in the back.
I look at Gavin, willing him to save me. He winks at me, as if he is accepting my request. And I blink at him as if to tell him that the answer is yes.
I am a virgin. And I want him to change that.
“I’m sorry, Dan, but I’ll have to check the rules on this one,” the auctioneer says. “There’s no information on the card, and there’s a standing offer on the floor…”
“Eight hundred thousand dollars to sleep with her,” the man calls out, without waiting for a final answer.
The hair on the back of my neck stands up. That’s a lot of money, and from what I can make out of the man in the back he appears to be a better option than Robert in the front row. But I don’t want either of them. I want Gavin.
“A million dollars to make her my sex slave for one night,” he says. “Just give me one night.”
He looks at me, as if saying it directly to me.
“That’s all I’ll need,” he adds.
“Now, Jade,” the auctioneer begins explaining. “I know this has gotten confusing because there are so many offers being thrown out. And at this point it doesn’t even make a lot of sense, because your options are either to stick with the five hundred thousand dollars Gavin offered for the… oral sex for your benefit…”
He looks flustered when finding the appropriate euphemisms, which I find funny considering his line of work.
“…or you can go all the way up
to the one million dollar offer for the… uh, sex slave for the night offer,” he continues. “Or I suppose, technically, that you can accept any of the standing offers in between those two that were made by Gavin, or we’ll see if anyone wants to top that very generous, yet also demanding at the same time, offer…”
“Of course no one can top it,” Robert grumbles. “I always get outbid on all the best girls.”
His sex slave? I’m wondering. How can I agree to be his sex slave?
It sounds so wrong. So un-feminist.
How would I even explain it to Tessa and Monique? A night of silly fun leading to possible deflowering is one thing, but agreeing to be whisked away to what I can only imagine is some dungeon, by this mysterious yet oh so handsome and rich Gavin for the explicit purpose of being his sex slave is something altogether different.
But a million dollars could pay for my Mom’s cancer treatment and my sister’s college. With some money left over to spare.
Plus, I’ll get to spend the night with Gavin— who already makes my panties melt when he merely looks at me. If he can do that with his eyes, then what can he do with his hands? His tongue?
“I accept,” I tell the auctioneer, although I’m still looking at Gavin. “I most definitely accept.”
Chapter 7 – Gavin
There’s a back room in this club and it’s only for me. Because I fucking made it. I own the club— or my family does— and everyone and everything in it.
Sure, it’s mostly a money laundering front for my family’s mob business back in Ireland—to cover up deals we make with American interested parties—but it’s still ours and we can do with it what we want. We can buy any girl at any price.
Robert can get pissed at me for bidding too high on Jade but he wouldn’t even be here able to bid on anywhere if it weren’t for me. So he can go fuck himself.
Jade is mine and there was no way I was letting anyone else win her. Not after all the time I’ve spent finding and carefully stalking her.
My asshole dad— head of an Irish gang— was no fucking help when it came to giving me useful information in helping me clean up his dirty work. All he told me was that he had beat up the head of a different gang in an alley right off Sherriff Street.
Of course it had to be there. He and his good-for-nothing gang is always hanging out there causing trouble.
He didn’t even tell me anything about the guy except that he had it coming. He was teaching him a lesson. Surprisingly he didn’t die but my dad didn’t care if he did. It was just a bit cleaner that he didn’t— nothing to make the news, although it would just be one more blip of bad news about the Maloney family.
He did tell me that there may have been a witness and I had to go track her down and find out what she knows. He said he doesn’t know how much she saw or pieced together.
He told me the license of the cab she took and the fact that she was wearing a distinctively orange colored leather jacket. And he made me do all the rest. Just like he always does.
I tracked down the cabbie, tracked down the flat where she’d been staying, tracked down information from the landlord that— just as luck would have it— she’d flown back to the United States right after that.
If the landlord knew anything about what my dad had done, she hadn’t let on— just said that Jade had been a sweet girl but was only studying at the University for three months and had gone out for one last night before heading back to the States.
So it seems as if the timing was completely coincidental. But that’s what I’m supposed to be making sure of.
Once I tracked her down and found out her friends had plans to take her out for St. Patrick’s Day, I set all of this up. It’s ingenious if I do say so myself— she’s selling herself to me willingly, without knowing why I’m here.
Why any of this is going on. She just needs money. I know that because I’ve been watching her, listening to her.
If she knows anything about what happened that night she hasn’t said a word to a soul as far as I can tell. That bodes well for her. But I still have to find out for sure. I need to stay focused on my mission.
I’ve seen her from a distance and right away I knew she was beautiful. But now that I see her up close, I can’t get over how very gorgeous she truly is.
I’m already getting distracted by her innocent eyes. Those curves. I have no idea what she was doing in the alley that night. When she blinked at me I knew she was a virgin and that was the icing on the cake.
Now, I lead her into the room and I say, “Take off your clothes.”
“Who are you?” she asks.
“I ask the questions,” I tell her. “I bought you. Don’t make me gag you. I want to be nice and gentle for your first time. Then it will get harder from there.”
She nods, and then unties her dress. It falls to the floor and I can see her beautiful body better. It’s curvy in all the right places. She has plump yet perky breasts, which I can see even better as she lets her bra drop to the floor. And her ass is full and round, just begging me to take it in my hands.
So I do, without waiting for her to take off her panties. I feel her soft, smooth flesh while I squeeze her ass in my hands. Then I move her panties over to the side.
“I’m going to take your virginity now, Jade,” I tell her. It’s just step one in breaking her. Making her mine.
She would want to be mine no matter how many times she’s had sex, once she feels my cock inside her pussy. But the fact that she’s a virgin is even better. For the mission, and for me of course.
She’s only nineteen— I’m as many years older than her that that. I can teach her, train her, mold her to be what I want.
“Put your hands up against the wall,” I tell her. “Be a good girl and do what Daddy says.”
She does it, and she looks eager to oblige.
I pull her panties over to the side and put my finger into her sweet, tight pussy. I spread open her ass so that I can see everything that will be mine.
“Do you like when Daddy fucks you with his finger?” I ask her.
She nods, and I quickly put on a condom.
I press my cock up against her. It swells against the fucking amazing feeling of her ass up against it.
It’s ready to go but I need to stay in control. I’ve bought her— and brought her here— for a purpose and I need to stay focused on that goal.
But I already see myself getting sidetracked. I’m tired of cleaning up after my father’s dirty work and I am ready to break free from his grasp. Perhaps coming all this way and meeting Jade is what I needed.
I can’t let her break me— I’m supposed to be breaking her. I never get emotions involved in the job and I can’t start now. Even if she makes my brain melt like mush at the same time she makes my cock hard as a rock.
I couldn’t get feelings involved, even if I wanted to. She’s going to hate me once she finds out why I’m here. Why she’s here.
I haven’t even taken her for her very first time yet. We still have a long way to go.
Chapter 8 – Jade
I brace myself when I feel Gavin’s hard cock up against my naked skin. Although I’m inexperienced, I know enough to be able to tell that his is a very large dick. I’m not sure what it’s going to do to me.
He pauses, which isn’t what I expected.
"You sold me your virginity, but I want more than that," Gavin says.
I don’t know what he means by this but there’s something about his cock up against my back that makes me feel feisty. He brings out the strong part of me that I usually keep hidden. And yet he also brings out my weak, vulnerable side.
It’s a mystery to me how any of this works, but I have a feeling this isn’t what typically happens the first time someone loses her virginity to someone else.
"Let's start with what you paid for," I tell him, trying to sound stronger than I feel.
I must succeed, because he laughs and pulls my hair back so that I’m looking into his eyes.
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Then he says, "You're a feisty one, aren't you?"
I nod, my panties dampening at his Irish accent and the way his sky-blue eyes undress me even though I’m already naked. There’s something about him that drills deeper into me than surface level and he hasn’t even penetrated me yet.
"Good," he replies. "The harder the challenge, the more satisfying the reward."
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he says, as I feel the head of his cock up against my pussy.
He pushes himself into me and I feel pain but it’s mixed with the most amazing pleasure I’ve ever felt— way better than I thought it would be. I gasp as he finishes pushing it all the way in.
It feels as if my body was made for his. I love the way his cock fills me up so completely. I open my legs wider for him while he thrusts himself in and out of me. At the same time, he rubs my nipples, which makes me feel as if I’m about to explode.
“I’m going to fuck you harder now,” he says, the rhythm of his cock getting stronger inside me. “I’m going to claim you as my own.”
“Yes, Gavin,” I whimper, beginning to feel an orgasm wash over me.
“Daddy,” he says, pulling my hair slightly back and making me look him in the eyes while he fucks me. “Call me Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, a thrill running through me at the same time my orgasm cascades over my body. “You’re making me come.”
“Come, my little sex slave,” he says, taking his cock almost all the way out of me and then pushing it back in, over and over again.
I never would have thought I would enjoy being called a sex slave but I do.
“I bought you and I can do what I want with you,” he says, before biting me on my shoulder. I can feel tingling all the way down in my toes.
I want him to kiss my entire body, to play with me, suck me, fuck me— do what he wants with me. Make me his. I’m excited to be his sex slave and I’m starting to wish it could last longer than just tonight.
Monique and Tessa were right— there are way better ways to lose one’s virginity than the way that they did. And this just might top the list. I am so glad I waited. I know that nothing could feel as good as Gavin taking me gentle and slow and then hard and fast like this.
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