Buying His Virgin

by Lila Younger

  And then there’s this coat. It’s a deep plum color, with soft fur around the hood. It’s not Silas’ that’s for sure, which means it must have belonged to another woman. What happened to her, I wonder? Was she bought for a night of fun too? If that’s the case, then there definitely can’t be anything going on between us, even if our meal together was the best date I’d ever had. After all, relationships don’t come out of things like these. It’s just too good to be true.

  There’s a surprise waiting for me when we get back to the penthouse. Spread across the couches in the living room are paper bags from Saks, Nordstrom, and Agent Provocateur.

  “What’s this?” I ask.

  “Reeves told me you didn’t have any luggage with you, so I took the liberty of picking out a few things for you to wear while you’re here,” Silas says. “Go ahead. Take a look. It’s all yours.”

  I step uncertainly towards the bags. These are high end things, I can tell, by the fancy tissue wrapping alone. I sit and pull one of the bags towards me. Inside is a gorgeous cashmere sweater, soft as a cloud. I know I could never wear something like this. It just feels like it’s made of money, and I’d never be able to wear it in case I got a stain. I pull another bag towards me. There’s a bra, with gorgeous black scalloped lace that leaves nothing to the imagination. It’s so delicate that I feel like I could rip it in a second. I glance at the price tag. $600?! That’s more than a month’s worth of groceries. For a scrap of fabric that nobody would ever see? My sensible upbringing bucks at the indulgence.

  “I can’t take this,” I say with a shake of my head. “It’s too much.”

  “It’s nothing for me,” Silas says. “And I like to see you in something nice. Come, you must be tired from your day.”

  I wonder what it would be like to have so much. It must be wonderful never having to worry, always able to just take whatever you like. I follow him through as he leads me to a gorgeous bedroom. It too has panoramic views of the Central Park. How gorgeous! The soft plush carpet feels so nice between my toes. There’s a little sitting area if I feel like reading a book, and an open door that led to a bathroom that must have been as big as the room. The king size bed has big fluffy pillows and a silky blue bedspread, a million times better than the single bed I have in my dorm. Talk about being pampered.

  And then I notice the book, half open on the bedside table. I notice a crumpled pair of jeans tossed carelessly across the dresser. This isn’t the guest bedroom. This is Silas’. My heart stops. I’m to stay here tonight? Well that would make sense, wouldn’t it Olivia. That’s what you were brought here for.

  I turn towards him, just in case I was wrong, but I can see the way he’s looking at me, all the possibilities he will be enjoying tonight, and a little thrill shoots through me. I remember his words, the promise of what he would do to me. And if he could make me feel amazing without even touching me, then I can’t even begin to imagine what he will do once he puts his fingers, his lips, and his cock on me.

  Silas’ hand reaches up to pull me towards him, kissing me hard, wanting more and more of me. I open my lips to him, and his tongue claims me, possesses me. Fire flares up inside of me and my heart starts beating erratically. All this from a kiss! I’m breathless when he finally breaks the kiss, and then I’m gasping again as his kisses me again, taking me with his lips once more.

  We crash together against the wall, and his hand is trailing up my dress, pushing the fabric aside to skim across my thigh. His other hand His touch crackles through me, his fingers touching me, releasing all the wetness inside of me. My head falls back, my eyes closing as I try to breathe. His fingers slide along the lace of my panties, tracing the outside of me. My clits swollen and hard, and when he grazes it, I involuntarily clench my legs together. My hands tighten against him, trying to pull him closer to me, and he chuckles.

  “Not so fast Olivia,” he says.

  I whimper, heedless to his words. He’s pulled my panties down and his fingers are teasing me mercilessly, dipping in and out of my folds. The pads of his fingers spread me open, coating my pussy with my own slickness.

  His hand tightens on the back of my neck, drawing me open as he kisses down my throat, over my collarbones, to my breasts. Since I don’t have a bra on, and it only takes a moment to push the fabric aside, letting my breasts spill out. He takes the hard pink tip into his mouth, sucking hard. Pleasure rushes through my body as he releases my nipple and takes in the second one. I call his name, fingers raking through his hair as his tongue circles the sensitive nub. He bites down, just hard enough to bring a tendril of pain to the pleasure his mouth brings and I arch my back off the wall. I’m saying his name, louder now, unable to hold back anymore as he tastes me. He’s making me even wetter than I ever thought possible. I buck my hips against his fingers, instinct urging me toward release.

  Silas pushes his fingers deep inside of me, touching the sensitive spot inside of me as he gently slides out. My hips roll forward in time with his hand, moving faster and faster as I approach my orgasm. He slides in a third finger, filling me up, stuffing me and stretching me and pushing my pleasure to new heights. I know I can’t last much longer, no matter how hard I try. I so wanted to make it until the end, but it feels so good and oh god I can’t hold it back and everything comes down to the one point of contact between us and I dig my nails in, coming on his hands over and over and over. The skies break open and I surrender to the light as my orgasm rolls through me, my body quaking on his hand as he fucks me with his hand. I sob into his neck, my fingers clenching and unfurling as I ride it out, my heart thumping loudly in my ears.

  And then I’m getting scooped up into strong arms, carried over to the bed where he drops me gently. I open my eyes, and he’s staring at me laid out for him with a grin tugging his lips.

  “I don’t think I could ever get tired of this view,” he says as he takes off his clothes.

  Silas takes my breast into his mouth, dropping feather light kisses over the creamy mounds before trailing his tongue downwards, over my stomach, my hips, between my legs. My breathing speeds up as he pushes my legs apart for him, teeth grazing the very edge of my pussy. I’ve never had a guy down there before, but it feels so good that I can’t help but let him continue. I wiggle, trying to hurry him to my center, but every time I try his hand pushes me firmly back into the mattress.

  My whole body is tingling as he works, slowly, so slowly. I’m almost shaking with anticipation, and when he finally hovers over my folds, giving me the lightest lick I cry. His tongue ghosts over my clit, putting just enough pressure to send a kaleidoscope of pleasure through my body. He uses his fingers to open me up, spread me apart for a deep stroke with his tongue, delving inside of me, pushing me closer to the edge. I lift my head up to see him between my legs, and it’s such a hot sight. He sucks hard on my clit, his fingers slipping inside of me and I’m in free-fall. My whole body curls, my legs tightening around his head as he laps me up, his tongue reaching deep inside my pussy. My walls spasm, and I can’t help but jerk my hips against his mouth as I come, basking in the warmth of my orgasm.

  I feel so good that I don’t realize what Silas is doing as he moves further beyond my pussy, towards my ass. I sit bolt upright.

  “Wait,” I say. “Wait.”

  “Relax, Olivia,” he says. He’s smiling, which means that wasn’t a mistake. “Trust me.”

  I fall uncertainly back as his tongue pushes against me again, and it feels so amazing that I decide to let it continue a little more. He circles me with his tongue, and the sensation just wipes all resistance from my body. It feels like I’m floating on a sea of bliss as he pushes past the tight muscle, massaging my asshole, sucking and licking until he pushes inside. His fingers tease my clit, and I can feel it, my orgasm building up again, rumbling towards me like a freight train until I come, hot and gasping, blind and incoherent as it rolls through my body. I’m boneless, limp, worn out from so much pleasure. Everything is hazy and warm and still I want
more.

  I can taste myself on his lips, and it’s so dirty that I can feel myself getting wet again from it. And then suddenly I’m being flipped over, my face pressing into the silk sheets. Silas bends down over me, pushing down on my shoulders until my ass is high in the air. He kicks open my legs and I can feel his cock sliding up between my cheeks.

  “I’m going to take your ass Olivia,” he whispers and I shudder with anticipation.

  Without waiting for a reply, he positions his cock against my tight hole, pushing in past the ring of muscle.

  “Relax,” he instructs, and I try, taking deep breaths as he pushes into me.

  The area is incredibly sensitive, and nerve endings I never knew I had are sparking with pleasure has his thick head invades my ass. Silas is going slow for me, even though I can tell by how hard he’s gripping my hips that he wishes he could push it all in. My moans are muffled by the mattress, which is probably a good thing. I’m making sounds I didn’t know I could make, it feels so full and amazing all at once. He murmurs encouragement as he takes me, inch by inch, until I’m taking all of him at last. He groans and rocks inside of me, slowly, each thrust pushing me deeper against the mattress.

  Pleasure dances over my body with every little movement, made stronger when he reaches to touch my clit. My third orgasm is building inside like a storm, his pace quickening as I stretch out around his cock. It’s not soft and gentle like I would expect, but animalistic and rough. His hands shift me over, directing me like a marionette to how he wants me, deepening our connection. He’s claiming me, marking me, and telling me exactly who I belong to. And it turns me on more than I want to admit. He moves even faster now, slamming into with precision and knocking the wind out of me. But I don’t care. It feels too good, too right, and then he strokes my clit one last time and I my orgasm detonates in my core.

  Silas drives into me one more time, my ass squeezing his girth as he comes, spurting white heat that spreads to through the rest of my body. His thrusts slow down, as my body milks him of every last drop. He kisses along my spine, pulling me to him so that we’re spooning. I can feel his cum leaking out of my stretched hole, and I want to warn him. There’s other things I want to say too, but I have no words. I’m so tired, so blissed out, that I fall asleep in his arms.

  Olivia

  When I wake up the next morning, I’m smiling. It takes me a few seconds to come fully out of sleep, realizing that I’m not in my tiny dorm room anymore, but in a luxury penthouse in New York City, in a billionaire’s bed. The billionaire of my dreams more specifically. I spend a few moments inhaling the sheets, taking in the smell of Silas. I mean, this isn’t going to last forever right? So I better make it count. He’s nowhere to be seen, but when I finally sit up, I notice there’s a note along with a bag on one of the armchairs by the window.

  ‘Wear this today. We can have breakfast whenever you’re ready.’

  I tear the tissue and pull out a beautiful nude bra edged in lace and silver thread. There’s peekaboo openings in the lace, barely covering my nipples and the tiny panties hide nothing either. The tiny triangle of fabric can be tied with bows on either side, making it just as easy to remove. I put the lingerie down and head into the bathroom. It’s huge, with a glass in shower for two, a beautiful claw foot tub, and a mini infinity pool at the very front of the windows. The white marble floors are heated, and I quickly brush my teeth before turning on the waterfall showerheads. There’s warm water immediately, no waiting necessary for a man of Silas’ standing.

  A part of me sort of wishes he was here right now, even if I’m still sore all over from everything we did last night. I bet we could have some fun in the shower. I imagine him pushing me up against the cold tile, water coursing over our bodies as he slams into me, filling me. Or maybe I could be on the bench as he mounts me from behind, slapping my ass, driving into me until I’m a quivering mess.

  Maybe after I shower I could put on just the lingerie and find where he is.

  My good mood comes screeching to a half when I pick up a bottle of body wash. Fig and orange blossom. Not exactly the kind for a man like Silas. So... it must be for someone else. Some other woman more specifically. Who spends the night with him, and probably showers with him. Of course. Because this probably isn’t the first time Silas bid on a woman. He’s busy, he’s wealthy, and it’s probably easier to arrange for someone through the site. Easier than it would be to try to maintain a long term relationship with another woman, who might just use him for money, or his connections, or like that movie starlet, who wanted to write an expose on him.

  I put the body wash down. I can’t help it; I’m jealous. I didn’t want there to be others, I wanted to be special. But that’s stupid. I know what I signed up for. The fact that it’s been so much better than that is already a blessing. The fact that I know my parents are safe, that I was able to dig them out of debt and go to my dream college now should be more than enough. I shouldn’t be this childish. I pick up the body wash again and squirt out a dollop. I shouldn’t keep Silas waiting, I decide. I’m going to do this perfectly, so he has no complaints, and then I’ll move on with the rest of my life. And I’m going to enjoy this for however long it lasts, and not ruin a moment of it.

  Once I finished showering, I wrap myself up in a soft towel and take out the clothes he wants me to wear. I’m used to loose, flowy clothes, the kind that hide my shape. But this dress definitely doesn’t. It’s a beautiful wrap style, with a gorgeous floral pattern that brings out the honey in my eyes. It’s tight, pushing up my girls and hugging my hips, showing off my ass and hips. It’s definitely sexy, almost too sexy for daytime, but Silas likes it, and a naughty part of me wants to see his reaction when I walk in the room wearing it. I expect to see towering heels to go with them too, but he must have noticed how much trouble I had with them, because he’s bought a pair of gorgeous gold strappy sandals with a kitten heel, just enough to show off my legs without causing me to fall.

  It turns out there’s good reason for the kitten heels. After a delicious brunch (he decided to order everything on the menu because he didn’t know what I liked, and I have to say I felt like a princess being able to eat a bite of it all), he takes me to the Central Park Zoo. It’s a gorgeous spring day, with fluffy clouds in the sky and just a hint of a breeze. Because it’s a Friday, there aren’t too many people, and we get to stay up close without feeling like we’re blocking the view for everyone else. Although if I’m honest, I’m spending half the time watching the animals, and half the time admiring Silas. The man is a walking turn-on, and there are more than a few double takes from the women we pass by.

  “This was such a good idea,” I tell him as we lean forward to search for the elusive red pandas.

  “I’m glad you like it,” Silas says. “Some of my best memories were at the zoo. It was my father’s favorite place, and he would just take an afternoon off sometimes, call the driver to pick us up from school, and we’d spend our whole day eating ice cream and watching the animals. I still do it sometimes when I get tired of work.”

  “Is it difficult to run such a huge empire?” I ask. The red panda is nowhere to be seen even though we’ve been here almost five minutes.

  “Not difficult,” he says thoughtfully. “But it’s a huge responsibility. Like right now, we’re in the process of transitioning from print to digital for at least five magazines and newspapers, maybe even more next year. Which means less jobs, less people needed. But some of the people have been working for us for decades. It would be wrong of me to throw them out after everything they’ve done for my family. They’re the reason why we have so much. And it would feel like a slap in the face to say ‘here’s your pink slip. Good luck.’ I refuse to do it.”

  There’s so much emotion in his words and my respect for him just grows when I hear how dedicated he is to the staff.

  “I guess my parents were right. Journalism is a dying industry huh?” I ask ruefully.

  “It’s certainly more
difficult,” he agrees. “But there’s always going to be a need for people to tell the truth to the public. It might just be through Twitter rather than the Times.”

  “Is that what’s going to happen?”

  He glances over at me.

  “I’m not sure yet to be honest. But whatever it is, there’ll be a place for you when you finish.”

  My eyes widen. I can’t believe it. He can’t be serious! But then another thought occurs to me.

  “I don’t want to get to my dreams because I slept with the boss,” I say, blushing. “It wouldn’t be fair.”

  “That has nothing to do with it Olivia. I may only have met you a short time ago, but already I can tell you’re brave, unafraid, determined. All excellent traits for a journalist. It might be an unconventional meeting, but I’m not going to disregard raw talent because of that.”

  Wow. I don’t think anyone’s said anything so nice to me ever. I’m more used to skepticism when I tell them my career. I don’t know what to say back.

  “Oh look,” Silas says, pointing to a gap in the trees. “I think the little fella’s finally going to grace us with his presence.”

  Sure enough, there’s a red and white face poking up above the leaves. The red panda disappears, then reappears again at the base of the tree. The plaque says that these animals are shy, but this one cautiously approaches us until he’s almost in front of the fence.

  “I think he’s my favorite so far,” I say.

  The moment is ruined when a little girl comes running forth, yelling for her mom to look. The little guy scampers away, and we move on. The afternoon goes perfectly, and the more I learn about Silas, the more I could feel my heart opening up. I felt so safe and right being with Silas. Even though it was such a horrid thing, to have to be sold to make ends meet for my family, the ugly memory was gradually being replaced by his thoughtfulness, his attention, and his care towards me. I wind my arm around his, pressing closer to him as we stroll along the path, letting myself get carried away by the perfection of it all.