by Nicole Casey
Finally, the door opened and I was greeted by the wicked smile of Preston Maxwell.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I said with a tone of disappointment and shock. “You? You were the one who bought me at the auction?”
“I wanted to see you again,” he told me. He had his arms crossed on his chest and wore a simple pair of grey jogging pants and a white tank top. For the first time since I met him, I realized he did have a really good physique. He must be a regular at the gym.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “You’re a fucking jerk. Why would I sleep with you?”
“Because I bought you,” he shot back. Preston then smiled and just stared back at me as he waited.
I kept silent because I knew damn well he was right.
“Come on in then,” he swung the door open wide and motioned for me to step inside. “Let’s see what my money got me.”
Without warning, he took a step forward and slapped my ass.
“Ah!” I yelped but I did move in a little bit. I looked at him one more time and figured that this was the only option I had left. I could go inside, strip down and surrender my virginity to this handsome but narcissistic megalomaniac so I could solve all my problems or I could run and end up back in square one with debts to pay.
The one good thing here was that I at least knew him. He may be an asshole but he doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would lure girls to his suite and kill them. No… he was just another rich pervert and I was his next slut to fuck. That’s just how simple it is.
Taking a deep breath, realizing this would change everything, I went inside and he locked the door behind me.
12
Lyla
“Do you want me to just take off my clothes?” I asked as I stepped inside. When I did, I couldn’t help but marvel at the luxury he lived in. His suite was so beautiful and lavishly decorated it was kind of impossible to be real. Everything looked expensive, from his seventy-inch television to the black leather couches and a wall-to-wall painting.
“Never been in a rich man’s house before?” he asked when he noticed me staring like a bumbling idiot. “Trust me – others are a lot more narcissistic than this. I went to a friend’s house once and saw an entire wall filled with his trophies and photographs.”
I looked at him and frowned, “Oh and you’re not?”
He laughed and beckoned for me to follow him. I thought he was going to lead me straight into his room so we could get the dirty business down but no… he brought me to a dining room. The lights were dimmed and he had several candles lit to set the mood. On the table was a full course meal and he welcomed me to take a seat beside him.
“Come, have some wine,” he told me. “Try to relax. You’re always so tense.”
I took a seat and let him pour me a glass. I took a sip and almost immediately felt the warmth wash over me. It was oddly refreshing and soothing.
“Why did you lie to me?” Preston asked as I took another long drink. “You told me you didn’t have your wallet but we both know you did and then you lied about where you lived. Do you know I followed you that night?”
For a moment I thought I’d choke on my drink. I knew it! He did follow me that night!
“So that’s how they knew where to bring my car,” I realized. “Why did you pay for the repairs?”
“Answer my questions first and I’ll answer yours.”
I bit down on my lip, guilty as charged, and then looked at him and admitted, “I didn’t have money. I didn’t want you to pity me or anything like that. Especially you… you’re always so full of yourself and I’d really hit my head if I figured I owed everything to you.”
“Well you do now,” he reminded me. I guess in the long run he won.
“I…I do want to say thank you,” I mumbled softly, hardly believing the words that were coming out of my mouth. “My father and I are buried so deeply in debts right now and I lost my job at the hospital. I can’t seem to get a new one no matter where I go and now my dad’s getting evicted if he can’t pay his mortgage bills. Fuck! I don’t even know why I’m telling you this!”
Preston pulled out his wallet and took out a check and a pen. “How much did you get from the auction?”
“Half of what you paid,” I answered. I was starting to feel a little unsure and nervous with the way he was suddenly getting so financially rigid about the whole situation.
“So that means you got around seven thousand and a half? How much do you and your father need? Don’t round down; give me a number where you and your dad can be comfortable for a few months.”
I thought about it real quick and calculated as quickly as I could. I told him how much and to my surprise he wrote that down and then some on the check. He signed it and then presented it to me. All I could do was to stare at how much damn money it was and all it could to do fix my life.
“Here’s the deal,” he told me. “No bullshit, no strings attached and no dilly-dallying about this. Give me tonight and this check is yours. I won’t bug you after tonight. I won’t try to stalk you or romance you and convince you I’m the best boyfriend you could have. Just let me have you tonight and I promise all this is yours.”
Preston looked at me and as he did, time just seemed to come to a screeching halt. My mind kept repeating the words he said over and over. In my head all I could think about was how I was giving up my virginity to this man – this man whose ego blew up his head. However, tonight, he seemed a little different. His ego was still there and he was still a little bit of a jerk, but he was also more assertive, more authoritative and yet somehow also quite so sweet.
“Do it,” I finally gave my consent. Maybe I was starting to get drunk from the wine or maybe I was just getting so drawn into this mess that I couldn’t really step away from it anymore. It didn’t matter. I already said yes.
I expected a smile. I expected his face to light up like it was Christmas but instead he just looked at me with this strange, wicked grin and a fire burning in his eyes. Without words, he got up from his seat and took my hand, never taking his eyes off of me, and led me into his room.
The imagery that welcomed me was heart melting, to say the least. It didn’t look like the room of a playboy billionaire. There was no abundance of sex toys around and he didn’t have posters of nude women on the walls. No, it was more designed like that of a professional who kept his place clean and orderly.
None of that really pierced into my mind, however, as my thoughts focused solely on the moment. Preston had lifted me up with both arms and gently lay me down on his bed. It was the softest bed I had ever been on in my whole life.
I didn’t want him to do all the work and so I slowly began to undress, revealing my breasts and my belly first.
“Good girl,” he praised me as he began to help slide me off my clothes. He then took off his shirt and for the first time I had a better view of his body. He was ripped. I could see his abs were in perfect shape and he had a lean build to him, hinting he may be doing more than just lifting weights. Had he been in the military before? Does he do martial arts?
I grinned when I realized my mind was getting so busy when I should be thinking of the reality of the situation. I was here, on his bed and in his suite, about to have sex with him.
He dimmed the lights, allowing me to only get a vague silhouette of him but the direction of the lights meant he had a full view of me.
“Let’s take this off,” he whispered gently as he began to remove my skirt and the thong I had underneath. As soon as he exposed my bare shaven pussy, I squirmed a bit and shied away, covering my pussy with a hand.
“I… I don’t know how to do this,” I admitted. “I haven’t the slightest clue.”
“You can begin by letting go,” he told me as he took my hand, gripped it gently but tightly, and removed it. He then cupped my pussy and slowly, ever so slowly, began to slide in between my lips. Unintentionally I let out a soft cry and a moan. The sound of my voice only seemed to turn him
on even more. “Trust me, Lyla. Let me take care of you tonight.”
Thoughts raced through my mind but for the first time in a long time, I decided to let those thoughts go and do as he said. I let go and as soon I did, as soon as I spread my legs and welcomed him to claim me, he rushed in like a hungry, craving animal.
Preston removed his clothes and I bore witness to the enormity of his cock. I had seen a man’s dick before, mostly in porn videos, but what he had was one to be proud of. Thick, long and throbbing, it was like a beast in its own right. It was the mighty fang of a mighty predator.
I thought he was going to go straight in and plow his meat into me but Preston took his time. He melted me with his kisses and allowed his lips and ever-so-playful tongue to wander across my body. He played with my nipples and suckled on them hungrily, massaging them in turn with his big and heavy hand while his other remained busy teasing my wet and warm pussy.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered into my ear right before he leaned in and bit down on my neck, making me moan even louder.
“Oh G-god,” was all I could reply as he slid his finger in deeper into my pussy but without breaking my virginity. “P-Preston… what are you doing to me? Why is this so damn good?”
He kissed my lips, pressing down and engulfing me with his passion. I felt a fire rage inside me and it was good. Our tongues clashed and he continued to kiss as his fingers became more and more aggressive down between my legs.
“Oh f-fuck!” I finally moaned out when he parted our lips and pinched my soft clit.
“That sounds more like it,” he told me. “You want it? You want me to fuck you?”
I nodded sheepishly. I was so damn horny that I could let him break my virginity in any way he wanted.
“Say it, baby,” he whispered as he continued to toy with my clit and the folds of my flesh. With one hand he squeezed my breast and then cupped my face. “Say it like you mean it.”
“Fuck me,” I whispered, too shy to actually say it any louder.
Slap!
“Ah!” I was in total shock. He just slapped my face.
“Say it like you mean it,” he repeated and this time he began to dig a finger through my pussy lips, causing me to shake and tremble in anticipation and ecstasy.
“Fuck me,” I said loudly. “P-Preston I want you to fuck me! Fuck my pussy and make me your slut tonight.”
With those words he spread me open and held me close to him. He thrust his shaft and for the first time in my life I felt a strange blend of both mind-shattering pain and pleasure that it drowned my consciousness out. He thrust again and then again, each time getting in deeper into my flesh.
I must have been moaning, crying and screaming but even I couldn’t hear my own voice. All I knew was that the pain was receding and all that was left was a whirlpool of pleasure melting and washing all over my insides.
I felt him slam his cock in deeper, faster and relentlessly through the night. I moaned and begged for more and Preston obliged. He didn’t stop, even when I knew I was well passed the breaking point, and plowed his way into me. I couldn’t even recall everything he made me do but when he was about to climax he pulled out, opened my mouth and spilled his seed all over my face and deep into my throat. I was filled with his warm, delicious cum before the night was over.
***
Sometime after, perhaps an hour or two, I woke up not even realizing I had fallen asleep. Yet even now Preston was still between my legs, pounding his way into me. I fell asleep getting fucked and now I’ve awoken getting fucked.
When he saw I was awake, he smiled and gave my tits a soft slap before he turned me over, deciding to fuck me from behind, doggystyle.
As rough and as non-stop as it was, I couldn’t help but moan for more and smile out of the pure pleasure that oozed from us that night. I had never craved for anyone like this before. I never cried out for a man to take me this way before.
It felt so good and so rewarding that I realized I wanted him to have his way with me. This was what I wanted and I must have felt it since that day we met in the hospital. Maybe I was a bitch for ignoring this feeling and pretending I was better than everyone else.
Well, here I was, loving how he took me. The money was just the icing on the cake. When he turned me over again I shook my head, pushed him down and made him lay on his back. I then straddled him and without any words let him know that I wanted to be on top.
Preston nodded and grabbed onto my ass as I grinded on top of him, letting his cock freely shift inside my flesh…
13
Lyla
I could have left that night but I didn’t. I could have left the next morning but I didn’t. I stayed there in Preston’s suite and opened myself for him to claim me, to make love to me… to fuck me. When I did leave, I left my number and over the following days we got to text each other. Preston was still a little bit of an arrogant jerk but I did learn he was quite charming, sweet and so damn good in bed.
Whenever I thought about him, I couldn’t help but smile. Wherever I went, I thought of him and what he might be doing at that moment. For whatever reason, Preston was constantly in my mind.
One thing I didn’t dilly-dally about was the money I got from the auction and from Preston. I immediately used what I had to pay the bills. I paid my rent, my credit debt and used the rest to help my father pay his mortgage. He no longer had to move out and we spent a lot more time together lately.
However, I knew this money wouldn’t last forever. I needed a job. Fortunately for me, I got an offer while I was visiting my dad. A doctor working at a new, revolutionary medical center gave me a call and scheduled me for an interview.
“You’re still applying for a job?” my father asked me when I got off the phone. He was in the living room, having a mug of coffee and watching a baseball game.
“Yeah,” I mindlessly answered and fixed my own cup of coffee before I sat down on the couch next to him. “That was Doctor Phillip Holland –you know, that philanthropist we met together at the city gala party last year? He’s collaborating with some other doctors and businessmen to open a really nice medical center and he said they’ve scheduled an interview for me. I might even get in as head nurse.”
My father looked at me with a stern face and for a moment I felt confused. Well, I was confused until he could hold his thoughts no longer and voiced out his concerns. “So if you’re still applying, how in the world did you get all this money to pay all our bills and debts? Are you whoring yourself out? Goddamn it, Lyla, you better not be selling your body out. I put you through college, damn it!”
“Where the hell did you get that idea?” I demanded of him.
My father pointed a finger at me accusingly, “I ran into Mikaela the other day at the grocery store. She said you might have gone to that gentleman’s club. I know what they do there. I can only hope you’re not being dumb enough to resort to prostitution.”
Rage filled my face and I had to really hold myself from slapping him. I shut my eyes, took a few deep breaths and then said, “You have no idea what I’m going through right now. You have no right to say such bullshit to me.”
I gave him one last look and then stormed out of the house, leaving him in shock. I drove my car straight to the medical center, which was still in construction in a few places, and headed straight for Doctor Holland’s office to finish the interview.
Perhaps it was a wrong idea to storm in there with a hot head but in the end the doctor seemed quite pleased with our conversation. He even showed me what my potential salary would be and even asked if I was comfortable taking on the position of head nurse. Unfortunately, he didn’t hand me the job right then and there and simply said he’d call me. It was a little disheartening, knowing he was still going to interview a few other potential people to take the job, but I had a lot of confidence that he’d choose me.
There was still light when I left the medical center and I didn’t exactly want to go home and sulk there either
. I didn’t want to be alone. I realized then that deep inside I wanted to be with Preston.
I took out my phone, texted him to ask if he was at his suite. He quickly replied and said he was on his way there. With a big smile on my face, I decided to go visit and maybe spend the rest of the weekend at his place.
“I can’t believe I want to spend more time with Preston Maxwell,” I whispered to myself in disbelief. “Did I turn into my friends, the kind of girls who fall so quickly for the hot and charming guy?”
Well, it didn’t matter now. Preston already took my virginity and now, somehow, he was winning my heart.
14
Preston
I got to the suite before Lyla did and took the opportunity to tidy up a bit and took a quick shower. I just stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, when she entered the suite. Almost immediately, I felt a whirl of arousal in my gut the moment I saw her.
Lyla was wearing the sexiest black dress I had ever seen on a woman. It was almost too seductive. It made me want to fuck her without taking it off!
“Cat got your tongue?” she asked when I still didn’t say a word after a good minute or two staring at her.
“Well,” I struggled to find the right words as I stared at her legs and her cleavage. “A different kind of pussy cat definitely did.”
She smiled and for the first time since I met her she licked her lips and seduced me with her every move. From the way she looked at me to the way she moved her hips and the way she came in close to whisper into my ears and kiss me, it was all to get me even harder and more excited to just take her.
Her face was just an inch away from mine. Staring into her eyes I nearly lost myself. She was just so captivating… so magical in a way that it just lit me up from the inside. With her so close I didn’t know whether to kiss or grab her close and just smile.
