Sold on Valentine’s Day: A Virgin and a Billionaire Romance

by Juliana Conners

  “Bet you never thought you’d be thanking me for that,” Rachel says with a wink.

  “You’re right, as usual,” I answer, as she practically floats away. I’m so happy for her. I know she’ll get the happy ending she deserves, just like I am.

  “Seriously, Maxim,” Bianca says, shaking her head. “You can’t just use the Enclave to meet with your personal… date…”— I can tell the word ‘girlfriend’ pains her too much to say— “whenever you want. It costs money you know. And it’s bad for business. What will the other people think? I don’t know if Terri will let you.”

  “Oh, I’m sure she will,” Maxim says. “I’ve been a paying customer for years and this will be my last rendezvous at The Exchange. Unless Celeste gets a strange itch to relive our beginnings, of course.”

  I laugh.

  “And I’m willing to pay for it, of course,” Maxim says. “Just name your price. I’ve already paid a million dollars for her. And she’s worth every penny and then some.”

  Bianca’s lips pucker up as if she just ate something sour. Or more accurately, as if she’s about to cry.

  I’m sure that Maxim added that last part just to get this reaction from her. But I still like that he said it, for whatever reason.

  “Fine,” Bianca says, turning and storming off, probably to avoid crying in front of us. “I’m sure you’re welcome to get started, since you’ve always been Terri’s favorite.”

  “Well my dear,” Maxim says, as I take his arm just like I did a week ago and he leads me to the private room. “Shall we try this again?”

  “Most definitely.”

  There is nothing I’d like more.

  Epilogue

  Celeste

  I’m tied up again in the Enclave, but this time I’m facing the wall and my ass is spread wide open in front of Maxim, just like my pussy was last time.

  I turn around to catch a glimpse of his muscular, toned chest.

  “I’ve slipped your tip into the pocket of your jeans,” he tells me, and I look over to where they’re crumbled in a heap on the floor. “You’ll be quite pleased with the amount.”

  “You didn’t have to do that,” I tell him. “After all, I’m your girlfriend now.”

  “It was to thank you for the adventure of a life,” he says. “And for letting me do this next.”

  “What’s this?” I ask him, and then I feel a hard sting on my ass at the same time that I hear a whap.

  “Owww! Maxim!”

  “Sorry,” he says. “But I thought you were down to see what else I’m into.”

  “I am,” I tell him, even though I can feel my ass turning red.

  “Good,” he says, hitting me again.

  “Owww,” I whimper.

  He twists my nipples and positions himself from behind me.

  “One day I’m going to take your anal virginity too,” he tells me.

  “Okay,” I agree.

  “And I’m going to fuck you without wearing a condom. Because you’re my girlfriend now and we’re going to get a lot more serious.”

  He says this as he’s putting a condom on.

  “Okay,” I agree again.

  “And things are going to get a lot rougher. So enjoy this while it’s nice and gentle.”

  “Okay.”

  He slaps my ass hard and then slaps my nipples.

  He calls this gentle?

  I love the way it hurts though. I enjoy everything he does to me and the mixture of pleasure and pain that rushes through my body as he does it.

  “But first I want to hear you beg me to fuck you,” he tells me, as he pulls out the bullet vibrator and begins rubbing it all over my pussy.

  “Oh my god,” I tell him, the physical sensation from the vibration and my desire for him combining to drive me wild already. “That feels so good.”

  “Does it, baby?” he asks, pushing the vibrator up inside my pussy while he expertly massages my clit with his other hand.

  He bites my neck and then each of my shoulders right on top— just above my shoulder blade— as if he’s marking me as his.

  “I’m claiming you as mine,” he says.

  “It feels so good, Daddy,” I tell him, letting go and giving in to the cascading feeling of near release. “Please fuck me Daddy, please.”

  My carnal instincts take over and I moan and hum while I come on the vibrator and my juices drip out into his hand.

  “Please fuck me Daddy, I want you so bad.”

  “I love when you beg your daddy to fuck you,” he says. “So much so that I’m going to give in and fuck my little girl.”

  I’ve never felt more satisfied— emotionally or physically— in my entire life. And I love the fact that we’re just getting started.

  Maxim

  I grind my cock up against Celeste’s pussy while I squeeze her ass. Then I spank her with the whip while she cries out in pain.

  “Don’t stop, Daddy,” she says. “Please keep doing whatever you want with me.”

  “What my little girl wants, she gets,” I promise.

  I pull and twist her nipples and spank them some too. Then I ram my cock into her pussy, not slowing down to make it easier on her this time. I want to fuck her with the full force of my ten inches.

  “That feels so good, Daddy,” she says, even though she also grunts in pain a little bit. She sounds out of breath and I know it hurts but I also know that she loves that it hurts. Just like I do.

  I give in to my wildest desires and fuck her hard and fast, looking down at my cock going in and out of her pussy as I squeeze it tight around my cock by applying more pressure to the inner part of her ass.

  I stick my finger in her pussy and spread it open even wider. My finger is crammed inside her along with my cock until there’s not room for anything else.

  “You’re stuffing me so full, Daddy,” she says. “I love it. I love you.”

  “I love you too, Celeste,” I say, still barely able to believe I’m saying it.

  I never thought I’d love anyone. I’d never wanted to. Not after what I’ve seen love do. It can break a man: his heart, his soul, it even wears on his body. My father looks years older than he is. It can make a man cruel and heartless to his own son.

  But as I fuck Celeste, and she comes all over my cock and finger, I know I’ve never felt such deep surrender and complete wholeness at the same time. I want a different future— a better one— than my father has. Perhaps I could make a child with Celeste and prove myself wrong about what I wanted and what I can be. Perhaps I can be a good boyfriend, a good husband, a good father.

  The possibilities feel endless when her ass and pussy are spread wide open for me, when I’m jamming myself as far into her as I can reach.

  I take my finger out of her pussy and love how it’s dripping wet with her juices. I reach across her beautiful, curvy body and put my finger in her mouth while I stick the finger from my other hand into her pussy in its place. She eagerly licks the juices off of me and she’s really good at it. I’m surprised I haven’t made her go down on me yet, but I know there’s plenty of time for that still in our future. There’s plenty of time for everything.

  “Suck my finger like it’s my cock, while I fuck your pussy,” I command.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she moans, licking up and down my finger and then sucking hard on it, coming again on my dick.

  I take my other finger out of her pussy and then rub her own juices all over her asshole. When she’s done licking the finger that was in her mouth, I rub her own saliva— mixed with her own pussy juices— all over her ass hole as well. Then I stick my finger in her ass hole and play with it while I thrust my cock in and out of her.

  “Yes, oh yes,” she cries, and the thought of fucking her ass hole makes my cock swell with a huge load.

  “I’m going to come,” I tell her, pulling her hair back and making her look at me. “Your daddy’s about to come.”

  “I’m coming with you, Daddy,” she says, as we moan together and
our breathing gets as hard and fast as my cock is fucking her tight, wet pussy while one of my hands is fingering her sweet little asshole and the other is pulling her hair.

  As I give in to the best orgasm of my life, I’m certain that she is everything I could ever want and more. I knew from the moment I heard that she was going to come to The Exchange club, I wanted her. I could tell from the moment I saw her that she would sell me her V-card on V-day. It was a given that I’d take her body and possess her mind with desire and passion she’d never before known. But I wasn’t anticipating what being with her would do to my heart.

  I’m a changed man, and I love that I am. I love what she’s done to me.

  “Celeste,” I moan, gripping her tight and meeting her hunched-over, tied-up body so that I can bite her collarbone one more time for good measure. So that anyone looking knows that she’s mine. I took her, I claimed her and I’m not letting her go.

  “You drive me crazy in the best way possible. I love you.”

  She’s panting and sweaty and my cock clearly loves it all as much as I do, because it spasms inside her after it finishes blowing its load. We are ending things on a much better note than we did a week ago. And I know it’s only just the beginning for us.

  She sighs, and turns her head to look back into my eyes, obviously thinking the same exact thing.

  “I love you too, Daddy.”

  THE END.

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  Chapter 1 – Dante

  One of the best parts of my job is constantly having tits rubbed in my face by different women.

  Sometimes it's multiple women at once. Like right now, for instance. Lucia has her perky little A cups in one part of my face while Ebony has her ample double Ds all over the rest of it.

  "Ebony, your tits are great," I tell her for the millionth time since she's started working here at The Fun House. "A man can sleep on them like a giant pillow during a great night’s sleep or eat them like cake at a birthday party."

  She hangs her head back and laughs as her delicious tits shake in my face.

  "Thanks, Boss. Let's just say I was gifted these from a god who must have wanted me to be a stripper."

  "Don't worry, Boss," Lucia says, pouting. "I'll get a boob job soon."

  "What's stopping you?" My brother Marino calls out from his perch near the front door. Well, he’s not really my actual brother, but close enough. "You certainly make enough money here."

  "Don't do it," I tell Lucia, kissing her tiny boobs. "Your tits are perfect too. Some of our best customers love them."

  "That's right!" Bill Jenkins calls out, lining up some twenty dollar bills on the edge of the stage. He's a banker who spends a lot of his large disposable income at our fine establishment. "Like me over here. Come take my money. But not if you're going to use it to change your body in the slightest."

  Lucia jiggles her tits one more time and then turns around to go treat her favorite customer to their tastiness.

  "Marino, are we still clear?" I ask, nodding to my brother.

  He peers out the small window from which he can see the street.

  "Yep. The place is all ours."

  I slap Lucia's ass and say, "Hold on. You forgot something."

  She wiggles it in my face like she was just doing with her tits.

  "Sorry, Boss. You're the man of the day. I forgot to ask. May I please go see Bill?"

  I squeeze Ebony's tits as Nadia sidles over to take Lucia's place.

  "Yes," I tell her. "And don’t forget, your tits are heavenly. All tits are. It's just that every man has different tastes when it comes to tits. And my tastes run large."

  "Like these?" Nadia asks, removing her bra to let me get a glimpse of her generous D cups.

  "Those are definitely my kind of perfect."

  I grab a handful while keeping one hand on Ebony's beauties.

  Ebony must get jealous, because she straddles my lap while Nadia stands, displaying the full glory of her tits.

  "Happy birthday, Boss," Ebony says, grinding on my lap while I play with her tits. "I hope you're getting everything you wanted for presents."

  She expertly bounces up and down, making my cock a little hard.

  "There's that bad boy," she says, grinding against my package. "I was wondering when he was going to come out and play with me."

  "Why don't you take her into VIP so that I can join in?" Marino asks from across the room.

  "You just keep making sure no one comes in," I instruct him. "That's your job tonight."

  I look down at Ebony’s beautiful body and then across the stage to where Lucia's crawling over to Bill, her tits hanging out and her ass up in the air. She's wearing a small covering over her thong and I know that Bill’s about to take it off of her, so she can tease everyone by showing everything but the most important bits.

  My cock gets harder.

  Don't get me wrong. Ebony's body is fucking glorious and her moves are near master level. But owning a strip club comes with so many extracurricular privileges that things get boring after a while. Lately I've needed two or more women at once to even get to the point where I'm fully hard, and sometimes the chase is half the fun.

  All I want to do is rip off Lucia's thong now and take her myself right here, maybe with Ebony and Nadia joining in. If Lucia’s favorite high rolling customer weren't right there expecting to be the one to get to do the exact same thing, I definitely would.

  But right now I just fantasize about the thought while playing with Nadia's perfectly erect nipples and being ridden by Ebony. I know that after the customers leave, Marino and I can have our fun. With Lucia and whomever else we want.

  There's a commotion at the door, and my head swivels in that direction as fast as it can escape from Ebony's and Nadia's tits.

  "Everything all right?" I ask Marino.

  There's a pause, as he's looking out the window, and then he says, "Yeah. It's just a girl."

  I nod, and the fun bags return to their rightful place in my face.

  "We didn't schedule any new girls tonight, right?" Marino asks me.

  I manage to get out a "no" that sounds more like a "nmph" because multiple pairs of tits are squishing my face and making it hard to talk.

  "We didn’t schedule any auditions either?" he asks.

  "Now why we would do that?" I respond, but it comes out as an unintelligible mishmash of words.

  Tonight's not just any night at the club. It's my birthday. And that's why Marino's sitting at the door.

  Because even though we've been scrutinized lately for allowing a little too much fun to occur at The Fun House, we're not the type to let that stop us. In fact, we've ramped up the fun tonight, inviting all of our big spender VIP clients for a private party to celebr
ate the birth of yours truly.

  I squeeze Ebony's curvy ass while motor boating Nadia's tits.

  No one can stop the party at The Fun House. Especially not on my birthday. That's why my little brother Marino is guarding the doors. Because things are going to get wild tonight. So wild that only the most trusted of customers were invited to participate in our celebration tonight.

  "Ummm, Dante?" Marino calls out. "You might want to come see this."

  "Come see what?" I ask, slightly annoyed with him for interrupting now that my cock is rising to its full nine inches.

  I'm trying to decide which girl to fuck first and all Marino wants to do is talk to me.

  "The fucking hottest girl I've ever seen in my life is out here asking for you," Marino says. "I think she might be your birthday present."

  Chapter 2 – Marino

  One of the best parts of my job is working with my big brother.

  Well, he’s not my actual brother, but it always felt like he was, and still does to this day.

  Sometimes I still can't believe how far he and I have come. We started off kids of two single mothers who were too busy chasing dick and smoking crack to properly care for us.

  Our fathers— whoever they were— had never been in the picture. Just our two BFF druggie moms, who didn’t know what they were doing when it came to being parents and never should have had us. The state stepped in and removed us when I was just five years old and Dante was eight.

  But the state didn't know how to care for us any better than our mothers did. We were tossed around from one house to the next, each of them seeming to get progressively worse— or maybe it's just that I kept getting older and more aware of my surroundings.

  I always had Dante, though. He was like a father figure to me more than a brother when we were younger. The only one who cared about protecting me.