by Lana Hartley
Though he’s no match for me.
Generally, I’d be humiliating him in a few weeks by buying his foreclosed house and telling him how the other pieces are going to go nicely with what I already got from his collection. I stole the rare Brival oil on canvas tonight. My crew already gave me the go ahead.
I glance down at my phone and see the coded message.
Everything went fine with the art thievery.
Looking back up from my phone, I make eye contact with Leah.
“Leah,” I say her name and watch her breathing.
She’s trying to slow it down. I get the feeling she doesn’t talk to many people. Especially not people who look at her with the pure intent to fuck her like I do.
“It’s nice meeting you. What are you listening to?”
“The radio,” she says.
It’s such a plain answer. Her little voice sounds almost out of practice.
Fuck, Peter keeps her cloistered. I’ll have her moaning and then screaming for me soon. I’ll keep her, but I’m not going to cage her like this.
She’s too goddamn beautiful for that.
“The radio?” I say in a humorous tone.
“Yes,” she confirms. I see there’s a ticker running on the display.
“Oh, that’s me there,” I point to several three-letters-in-caps codes for companies on the screen.
“That’s me, too,” I say.
Her bewildered look is amusing, and then she looks excited.
“You’re...Jacob Renaud, of Renaud Holdings?”
I straighten my jacket and trade a smile with her.
“Why, yes, I am. Are you one of my shareholders?”
“Yes, I am,” she says. She’s blushing furiously.
“Do you trade a lot of stocks?” I ask her, genuinely curious if the princess locked up in the gaudy castle her father owns spends her time on the stock exchange.
“I mostly hold, but I trade some for quick reinvestment,” she says.
Now her eyes meet mine, and they narrow.
“You must know a lot more about stocks than I do.”
“Yes, and if I tell you what I know, then it’s practically insider trading,” I tell her. “You aren’t a bad girl, are you, Leah?” I tease her and crack my knuckles.
“Never,” she says, a wistful look in her eyes for a moment.
Then she starts looking at the floor again.
“Don’t let me keep you any longer. I’ll be back in a few minutes, you’ll want to finish before the markets open for tomorrow,” I tell her.
It’s quite late, and I don’t want her thinking about the markets when I’m slapping my balls against her ass and pumping my cock so hard into her.
She sucks in a breath and looks just past me, worried. As if there’s someone to save her. I’m the thing she’ll need saving from, soon enough, but for now, I’m saving her.
“I know what happened to your brother.”
I curl my finger under her chin and make her look up at me.
“You knew it was going to happen to you.”
I can see her breathing is far more erratic.
“Lucky running into you, Leah,” I say with a laugh.
Oh, it is. To think I was going to take her father’s shitty car. One of the tacky things he loves like he should love his children.
The payment for the slight will be so much better paid by this sweet little girl.
Leah shuffles toward her room, wrapping her arms around herself with her phone pressed against her shoulder. She’s so petite, that’s how high her phone reaches. She can’t be more than twenty-three, certainly younger than twenty-five.
Leah
I know my father is having one of his business meetings, but I don’t care.
I don’t care if it bothers him that I have to walk through the hallway and someone might see me. They rarely have, all these years. Plus, I left my phone charger in the kitchen from when I made myself a sandwich for dinner.
I’d realized that while I liked listening to music instead of the radio, the way I kept switching through songs really had eaten up my battery.
But in the hallway…
I’m in my room now, and I still can’t return my breathing to normal. Jacob Renaud, a man I’ve read about through researching some stocks I hold. I’ve considered his holding companies all good investments.
But I’m gulping now because the investment he’s going to hold is me.
My father sold my brother, used him to barter some trade deal with a foreign prince. That was that. I was the last bargaining chip my father had. I always knew some day, he’d trade me with less care than I showed the penny stocks I’d started with a long time ago.
Well, of course, I cared about every investment I made, but my father was going to throw me away like trash that would make someone else happy. He never cared about me.
Jacob Renaud.
I’d seen a picture once. I’d found him attractive, of course, but I hadn’t really given him more than a cursory glance. That was impossible, though, when he was standing before me, all hard muscle and very clean lines on his suit.
He looked incredible. I’d never seen anyone so beautiful in my life.
He was looking at me like I was already his. Jacob Renaud had said as much. My father would have me traded off for whatever business deal they were doing. That was that.
Renaud said he’d be back tonight.
I know he’d let me know that. I need to finish the program I’m listening to, but right now, my holdings are the least of my concerns.
No, I’m to be the next holding Jacob Renaud would have.
How dare he! It’s bad enough my father would do such things, and when that prince took my brother away, I was horrified that more than one person in the world could think this was okay.
But...I’m going to be Jacob’s. And it’s terrifying.
I’m infuriated that he thought he could own me. He’s going to show me exactly what being his meant when he returns.
I’m a virgin! I don’t know how to do things an actual man would like, even if I wanted to. He was so good looking, it made me dizzy.
But I didn’t want him just to bend me over and jam his cock in me.
Based on what I saw in the bulge, that was a sizable cock.
My father bought expensive women, brought home floozies, and he just jammed his cock in them in whatever location he was in. In this house, he’s done it dozens of times, and then sent them on their way.
There’s nothing fun or exciting about it, if that’s what Jacob is going to do to me.
It would probably hurt.
I try to calm my breathing. I’ve masturbated a lot. I’ve made myself come.
Maybe it’ll feel good like that, with Jacob. Maybe there’s more to what he had to offer than just shoving his cock in me. Maybe he’d make sure I was wet.
Dipping my fingers into my panties now, I realize that I’m wet already. Somehow, that doesn’t bring me any comfort, and I dip my finger in my mouth.
I taste the tangy flavor of my arousal on my fingers and wonder what it’ll be like for that big cock I’d seen outlined on his bulge to be really deep inside of me. More than my little fingers could do.
That’s when I feel his presence standing right there. My fingers are still in my mouth until I snap my eyes open and see him.
Oh no—did he see me do that? Maybe he thinks I’m gross, and he doesn’t want me.
Why am I afraid of Jacob Renaud’s rejection? Or more importantly, why am I scared of knowing what it meant if he did want me?
“You may not be a bad girl,” he said, closing the distance between us and grabbing my wrist before I could drop my hand to my side. “But you’re a naughty girl.”
I sucked in a breath, and I couldn’t release it.
My brain was screaming, and I could barely hear his next words.
“So, you’re not a virgin? I figured your father would’ve kept you hidden away too well for that to change,”
Jacob said.
I took a moment to comprehend his words and then shook my head.
“No—I am,” I said, frightened and trembling out my words.
“That’s interesting,” he said, offering no inflection to explain in any way how he found this interesting.
His hand squeezed my wrist tightly, and he pulled me toward him by my wrist and with the other hand on my lower back. His mouth crushed against mine, and he kissed me.
I’d never been kissed before, but I assumed it was never as intense as this.
His lips closed over mine. His tongue ran over the seam of my mouth, and the slight part of my lips was all the invitation he needed to brush his tongue over mine.
The kiss deepened.
I liked the way his tongue felt on mine, and I kissed him back. I let my own tongue explore his. I kissed his lips, pressed my body harder into his as he crushed mine.
It made me dizzy, but I liked the way that dizzy felt.
Jacob
Little Leah was a perfect, innocent girl moaning into my mouth and grinding her little body against me. That innocence or not, her hot pussy was making searing contact with my thigh, heating me up with her desire. My cock was ready to explode. I needed to sink myself so deep inside of her that she screamed. Her father, the prick, had already begged me to take Leah as payment for the contracts he fucked up. Our merger wasn't happening.
I wasn't even buying him out until his companies were so utterly bottomed out that I was getting a better deal than if I'd picked his trashy assets up at the dollar store.
Peter Waterson's biggest mistake wasn't in underestimating or attempting to trust me, though it would cost him everything. It was that he didn't realize how valuable his virginal daughter was. After I'd just seen her tasting her wet pussy, I might have given Waterson my entire fucking empire to have his daughter. Except for the only reason, I didn't simply take her was because my twisted fucking mind liked it more that I convinced that fuck to give her to me as payment.
Some guys did flowers and candy.
I was going to lick every inch of her sweet little body and make her melt for me, then carry her off to my tasteful fortress. This abandoned little girl was going to be my perfect princess.
Roughly releasing her from my kiss but not my hold on her wrist or her back, I let her breathe. Leah gasped, partially because she needed to breathe, and because I'd assaulted her senses so thoroughly. No one had touched her before, and now I was turning her into my sweet little buffet.
I brought her wrist to my mouth, letting my hot breath entice her for a moment. It would be so simple just to take her now, but where was the elegance in that? I wanted to worship every inch of her body. Leah was divine...the ability to savor every drop of her succulence was a treat for me as much as it would be a revelatory experience for her. And, yes, I am that good. I’m going to lick every part of her so thoroughly that she’s gonna consider it a goddamn religious experience. Yes, I am that skilled. I breathe, slowly, on her skin, and I look into those green-blue eyes that are urging me with their fear-laced arousal. She's interested, but Leah is afraid. Because I'm a beast, that just revs my engines up further. I want to her to have that fear, but I want to watch it melt into her ecstasy. I see the moment when her breath catches in her throat, and that's when the beast pounces. I press my lips to her wrist, kissing where I'd held her so tightly. Her skin is like dark cherries and vanilla. I'm the one having the religious experience right now, tasting her pure innocence.
My eyes lock with hers. Fuck, the way she is looking at me now. I see the shift. Now, she's mine. Leah wants to be mine now. Her soft eyes are begging me for what I have to offer. Her whimpers are anticipation for what's coming. I have to hold the beast back. I want her so goddamn much that the beast could ruin a perfectly good time. I could have her now, in an instant, but I want to be tasting her for hours. Leah is the perfection that I'm going to savor. My lips release the kiss on her wrist, and I touch the tip of my tongue to her wrist now.
Her nose scrunches, and she's confused. I see her bite her lip, though. Baby girl didn't realize how good even something so strange and small could feel. Well, the fucking fireworks on their way are going to rock her entire world.
"You ready, baby girl?" I ask her. My gruff voice manages to sound softer than the beast inside wants to be. I'm not looking to scare her. I'm looking to own her. Fear would only serve to keep her from utterly belonging to me right now, and I want her surrender.
Leah nods up at me. Fuck, she's so innocent. Tainting her purity will be so damn good my cock is ready to rocket off now just thinking about it.
"I can't hear you," I say, letting the beast's menace slip into my voice before I can think to hold it back.
There's a fire in her eyes now. "Yes, Mr. Renaud, sir," she says. She can't possibly know what it does to me to hear those words from her bubblegum lips. Those pretty pink lips should be moaning my name while my scruff paints her thighs with rough tickles.
The hint of danger in my voice brought out the purest, sweetest thing in hers. That would be my goddamn undoing if I didn't painstakingly take every ounce of control I have in me. I tuck my fingers under Leah's chin, making her eyes meet mine again. She'd already cast them downward, and I want her to look at me while I do this.
"I doubt you are, princess, but I promise to be so good to you today. I won't even tie you up this time." She gasps. Riding off that reaction, my other hand balls up her little dress and yanks it off her. "Your panties are all the bondage you'll get today, but I have a feeling you'll enjoy it in the future." The image of her lithe body, porcelain of a precious doll before me now, trussed up in silk ropes makes the beast growl within me. I want to fuck her so bad. "Still, we start slow." Very slow. I'm going to inch her panties down slowly, keeping first her thighs in place, then her ankles, until she's begging to be free. Then, I'm going to teach my little princess how to ride my face. I want her to come so fucking hard that I'm drowning in her sweet pussy's juices.
"If I say no," Leah starts to say as I'm taking in the sight of her.
"Do you want to say no?" I ask, taking my hands from her now and stepping back.
Instinctively, she brings her hands to cover her breasts. Her arms can cover those beautiful handfuls, but her bare stomach is still enough to keep my cock rock hard. The way she sucks in her lip and stops breathing right now could get me off.
"Don't cover yourself, Leah, you're beautiful," I tell her and try to say nothing so that I can get her to talk to me. There's so much going on in her feisty mind. I want her to give me her confusion and let me take it away, unpainting the canvas of her anxiety with every pleasure I can give her to calm her.
"You've seen so many girls," she sniffles. "I mean, women. You've had experienced women, and I'm just a stupid virgin-"
"Leah-" I interrupt her. Goddamn it, I can't help it.
"Yes, Mr. Renaud?" There's a fear in her voice. The beast fucking loves it, but the man is here, not him. I'm in control, and I don't want her to talk about herself this way. I don't want her to doubt herself. I don't know what kind of life she's had here, but I've already started filling in the blanks. Being a virgin still is the only good thing I imagine has come from this existence.
"Call me Jacob," I say, and I start to walk toward her and don't. Instead, I start to take off my watch.
Her eyes follow the movement. I drop an $80,000 watch on her floor. A $5,000 tie, I loosen from my neck. I would have loved to have put her wrists in it, make her bare her gorgeous breasts, but I'm playing nice. So nice.
"You're not a stupid girl, Leah," I say, working at pulling off my suit jacket and dropping it to the ground. "Say it." I can't be too nice, though.
"I'm not stupid, Jacob," she says quickly, her nerves keeping her on edge. The way she says my name makes me squeeze my belt before undoing it. Another time, this belt would have been kissing her skin before I got to. Not tonight, though. Tonight is satiny, silky, sweetness. Tortur e by pleasure. Pain is so
mething she's going to get the taste for later. Tonight I'll take her so sweetly, and reach deep into the place where she's hiding all her angst and undo it with some earth-shattering orgasms I'll be lapping up with my tongue.
"Correct," I say. I drop the belt, waiting for its thud and then kick off my shoes, removing my socks. "You're also more beautiful, more pure, better than any woman I've ever been with. You're a woman. You don't need to be experienced to be good. You're going to come so hard tonight. You'll not give a damn what kind of pros I've fucked."
She takes a step toward me. It is so small; I'm not even sure that she knows she did it. "You don't care that I'm a virgin?"
"Oh, I care," I laugh. "I love that you're a virgin. Your sweet pussy will never have anyone but me in it, and that's the kind of thing a man like me loves."
"Oh," she says. "And what if I didn't want you to fuck anyone else?"
I regard Leah inquisitively.
"I mean, to have fucked anyone," she mutters quickly, looking down again.
Putting both my hands up in mock surrender, I laugh again. "Well, that would be too bad. Is that something you care about?" I'm asking, and I realize at the moment she inhales before answering, I care deeply about the answer. Not just because it is part of making her comfortable. I want to know what she thinks. How she can be having this effect on me, I don't know. But I'm excited like this is my first time, and I'm not even going to put my cock in her tonight. The beast within is pissed with me, but I want to fuck her on my territory when she's enveloped in my world. Not when she's still in her putrid father's garish castle.
"I do care. If you own me now, as I know my father has offered me...I mean, you're the only one I...sleep with," Leah is talking slowly, not wanting to say fuck with.
"I'm clean if that's what you're worried about." I'm pretty sure that's not what she meant, and I wonder just how innocent Leah is. To expect to be with a man who’s only ever slept with her? I am amazed to have her now. She has me in awe of how pure she is, not just because she's a virgin. She's been sheltered. I'm herding her into being mine, but I won't be putting her from one cage to another. Leah's a girl who deserves to be part of the world. I just can't relent that she'll be mine when she builds that life. I have to have her.
