My time would belong solely to him without exception, barring emergency. In short, if I signed the papers in my hand I would be signing away a lot of my personal rights.
I read farther down the paper after I’d taken that in. It read like a Victorian missive between a man and the woman he’d chosen to be his kept woman. I was to be outfitted in a new wardrobe of his choice and basically be his sole property for the duration. I would be available to him anytime anywhere no question.
There was a lot of other stipulations listed on the very precise well thought out document, but most of it seemed more trivial than the more salient points. The most glaring one being that no matter what, I couldn’t say no. Could never turn him away for any reason. And always his needs and his wants came first.
My body was way ahead of me. The mere implications of what it all meant made my untried body go up in flames. There was only one catch. If he was looking for his usual bedmate he’d chosen the wrong girl.
Was I cut out for this? Sitting behind a desk daydreaming was one thing, but could the sheltered girl who’d had less experience than the average high-schooler fulfill the demands spelt out here?
He came back to the room what seemed like hours but in actuality couldn’t have been more than half an hour later. “Well?” He inclined his head at the papers in my hand.
“Um, I think there’s something you need to know. I’m a…” I swallowed hard and turned beet red. I couldn’t say it. But apparently I didn’t have to.
“I know.” How could he know my most intimate secrets? There’s no way. We didn’t know the same people, didn’t hang out in the same places, and I certainly never discussed my sex life with anyone here.
“You know what?” Was that my voice sounding like I’d swallowed a bloated frog?
“That you’re pure.” My mouth dropped open and a million questions went through my head. How was that even possible? It’s not like I’d filled out a box on the questionnaire when I applied for the job.
I got trapped by the look in his eyes and had to mentally shake myself out of it.
“This is not meant to influence your decision in anyway, I just have to.” He ran his fingers gently along my cheek. “So soft.” His hand disappeared as quickly as it appeared before he walked around behind his desk all business again.
My hand shook as I signed my name to the bottom line. I passed it back to him already having second thoughts. Not because I wasn’t melting at the thought of being the recipient of all that leashed hotness. But because I wasn’t sure I could live up to my end of the deal.
He rifled through the papers until he came to the last page where I’d signed and a red flush darkened his cheeks before he locked the contract away. “Good, let’s go.” I stood to follow him as he closed the middle button of his suit jacket. I didn’t ask go where. The contract I’d just signed said without question.
From the second I signed it was like I was transformed. Even before he touched me I was his. It was something in his presence, some kind of physical pull that made us lesser mortals feel they should be honored just to be touched by his shadow. That was overstating it a bit, but not much.
The rest of the day was spent, in a whirlwind of activity. I was transported in the back of his chauffeur driven car with him at my side from one location to the next. I’d never been to this side of town so I was in foreign territory and none of the people I met were known to me.
I was taken first to a salon that seemed not to be doing any business that day until I realized that Jonas had had the place closed down for the day. And so it was at the other places we visited. Whoa! Talk about the power of the dollar.
I was made to try on a whole catwalk worth of clothes. From business suits to lingerie and everything in between. The man thought of everything. I had no idea which ones were chosen since the heavily accented sales assistant didn’t ask for my opinion. All her questions were directed at the man himself who sat in a heavily brocaded arm chair taking in the show. Wordlessly of course.
“Pack everything up and send it here.” He passed her a card with what I guess was an address, before leading me out of the store. I’d left my old suit on the dressing room floor and was now wearing a smart evening dress. One of the last things I’d tried on.
My hair felt light and full as it bounced around my shoulders and down my back in layers. I’m no expert but I was pretty sure my hair had never been so well cared for. The stylist hadn’t taken off too much, just the dead ends that had been hanging on for dear life.
Someone else had worked on my makeup and I was now the proud owner of an expensive line of products that would’ve cost me a whole month’s pay, at my new pay grade.
With my new hair, expert makeup job and wearing a dress that looked like it had been tailored for me I felt worthy enough to walk next to him.
Dinner that first night was in a private room at an upscale restaurant that I’d seen photographed in a swanky magazine. It was one of those places that catered only to the rich and famous.
I don’t think I’d said more than two words in the hours since I left his office. Even sitting there like a pampered doll, I still wasn’t brave enough to broach a conversation. Where would I start?
Besides, I don’t think he would’ve appreciated the questions I had in mind. Like did he treat all his conquests this way? Yeah, I’m sure that would go over well.
“You’re very quiet and unassuming, I like that.” I lifted the glass of wine he’d poured to hide my nervousness but I don’t think it worked.
“Not too much of that, we have a long night ahead of us.” My eyes flew to his face. What did he mean? Was he…?
“Relax, it’s better to get it over and done with. The sooner I take your virginity the sooner you’d get over the fear of the unknown.” Well how was I supposed to choke down the Duck a l’orange he ordered after those words?
I picked at my meal with my stomach in knots. I wasn’t surprised that there was no question that I would see this night through. I’d accepted while sitting in the stylist’ chair that the whole day was like something taken from my most private inner thoughts. I’d secretly wanted this, but had convinced myself that it wasn’t possible so I’d pretended to myself that I didn’t care.
I didn’t foresee the contract and the fashion show, but all in all I couldn’t say I was surprised. I’d never heard of him doing this with anyone else, but with the privacy clause it was no wonder.
The meal was cleared away and we stood to leave. The pressure of his hand in the small of my back was a constant reminder that he now owned me. And why didn’t that thought scare me? Why instead of anxiety did I feel only exhilaration?
I wasn’t interested in all the material benefits I stood to gain from my alliance with him. My only interest was in the man himself. Would he live up to the ideal I had in my head? Or would he fall short? Somehow I didn’t think so.
In the car he didn’t sit too close, didn’t crowd me the way you would expect a man on his way to deflower a woman would. He kept to his side seemingly relaxed while I was a mass of nervous energy.
“We’re here.” Here was a house set back from the street on a well manicured lawn. It was too dark out to see much of my surroundings once the driver opened the door, but I didn’t think this was where Jonas Harp lived.
It looked more like the home a new up and coming married couple who made good enough money but wasn’t ready for the grand house would choose. It was well kept whatever it was and from the outside looked relatively new. He unlocked the door and led the way inside and towards the back where we came to a bedroom.
The only light was that of the moon as it peered through the windows that framed one wall. “Through that door is the bathroom you can freshen up in there. I’ll use the guest bathroom down the hall.”
He removed his tie as he said this and my eyes went to the room in question. He was gone when I turned back around and I walked to the bathroom. I always thought this night would go differently. I’
d envisioned a wedding, a huge party, and a plane ride after. Preferably somewhere over the ocean, all culminating in some appropriately designed hotel room with a corny heart shaped bed and a Jacuzzi. My honeymoon in other words.
Instead, I was here. Granted the venue wasn’t what I’d imagined, but I wouldn’t trade the man for all of that and a trip around the world. I stepped into the room and hit the lights. There was everything you could possibly need there, fit for a spa more than a private home. I looked at the sunken tub but thought better of it. Though a nice long soak my help to relax me he was right. It was better to get this first time over and done with.
As I dropped my clothes on the floor and reached in to turn on the water I had the sudden thought that I’d sold my virginity to the highest bidder. But it wasn’t like that. I was genuinely interested in him. Before him, I’d never had any interest in taking the leap from innocent to kept woman. Not that I’d planned to go to the grave a virgin, it just wasn’t something I gave too much thought to.
I took my time with my shower, paying special attention to the pertinent parts. That glass of wine at dinner had gone a long way to helping me relax and by the time I switched the water off I had made peace with my choice as unorthodox as it was.
Chapter 6
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In the bedroom he hadn’t done anything as crass as displaying himself across the bed in all his naked glory. Instead he was just returning to the room.
I stood next to the bed not quite sure what to do with myself and almost jumped out of my skin when he came up behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders.
His hands felt large and extremely hot. It wasn’t long before that heat coursed through me and my breathing grew erratic. I felt as though I were standing on a great big precipice. Like my world was about to change in a most monumental way.
I’d saved my virginity not in the hopes of landing a rich man and I certainly never imagined a scenario like this. But I’d valued it when others were throwing theirs away like nothing special. I’m glad now that I’d waited, that it was he who would be my first. I dare not think about him being my only. No sense in setting myself up for a fall.
He slipped the silk robe I’d found hanging behind the door off my shoulders before bending his head to place light butterfly kisses along my neck. It had to be the softest kiss ever, but it was enough to heat my blood farther.
I stood with my hands at my sides and enjoyed what he did to my body with his lips on my now heated flesh and his hands holding me in place.
Neither one of us spoke as we stood in the dark room. He hadn’t turned on the light and neither had I, but the faint glow coming through the window was enough. I could see the outline of that great big bed with its silk sheets. The headboard was massive and I wondered if there was any particular reason for that. His body brushed against mine as he moved in closer and I held my breath in wait.
“You don’t have to do anything tonight. I’ll teach you all you need to know about pleasing me.” His large hands came up and cupped my breasts and for the first time I forgot to be ashamed of my mams. They had always been out of proportion to the rest of my body but he paid such homage to them now, touching them as if they were precious, that I was glad of them.
“Close your eyes.” I closed my eyes at his order and my senses were heightened. I felt every ridge in his fingers and the calluses on his palms as they played with my nipples. His breath on my neck before his lips landed there again sent shivers down my spine.
He spent a lot of time fondling my now hard nipples, running his palms back and forth over them. There was a pressure building between my thighs and I wanted to squeeze them together to help ease the growing ache. My head fell back against his chest as he played with my sensitive breasts until I was ready to beg him for his mouth.
“These are perfect.” He hefted my breasts before turning me to face him. “Kiss me.” Oh boy, the last time I’d kissed anyone seriously I was twelve and it was on a dare.
Since then, family obligations and studies had stood in the way of me pursuing anything more serious than a study date in the last thirteen years. Maybe all those hours of watching romantic love stories would pay off.
I closed my eyes and placed my lips over his, opening them the barest fraction until I found the nerve to use my tongue to touch him. He opened his mouth over mine but instead of taking over seemed to be waiting for me to continue.
His arms coming around me emboldened me and I grew more sure, letting my tongue come out to play. He took over then, maybe growing tired of my inept tries; it didn’t matter.
What followed was a lesson in masterful seduction. My tongue disappeared into his mouth and his hard body pressed into mine, especially the thick growth between this thighs.
His arms felt strong and masterful as he drew me in. He used one of those hands to pull my lower body more fully against his and I couldn’t help opening my thighs a little just to feel that heat from his nakedness right where I needed it.
It was a wonder my head didn’t explode, or my body didn’t combust from all the heat generated from the contact. I moaned into his mouth and he pulled away as if I’d hurt him. “No sweetheart, don’t make a sound.” I found the direction weird but who was I to complain?
I found out how hard it was to follow that particular order when he laid me back against the bed and put his face between my thighs. I thought for sure I was going to die from the pleasure. It was too much to bear. It felt like he was kissing me there. Soft well placed kisses that made me open my legs wider.
My body no longer felt like my own. He had taken over completely. I had to bite into my lip to hold back the screams as his mouth did the most amazing things to me.
Was that his tongue? Mercy. I wanted to move my hands, to touch him in some way, was that allowed? I wouldn’t know unless I tried. My hand went to his head and when he didn’t object I let myself enjoy.
I’d never felt anything like it. Never knew it existed. He didn’t seem to mind the wild movements of my body, which I couldn’t have controlled even if he did, so I bit into my lip and moved against his mouth as he pleasured me.
The most amazing sunburst unfolded inside my body. It started in that place where his tongue worked its magic and made its way outward and up until it felt like my heart would fly apart.
He didn’t stop even when my body stopped shaking, but instead kept up his assault on my senses. He seemed to be enjoying what he was doing very much, coming back time and again to dip his tongue into my depths after teasing my clit.
When my body exploded one last time, when I felt like I couldn’t stand another moment’s pleasure, only then did he take his mouth away.
He got to his feet and climbed onto the bed, turning me to face him with his cock in line with my lips. I knew what he wanted but worried that I would do it wrong. What if I bit him? I looked up at him with uncertainty and even in the darkness he had no trouble reading what was written in my eyes.
“Open, it will be okay.” I opened my mouth and he led just its swollen head into my mouth. I got my first taste of him on the tip of my tongue. It was salty and sweet and I went back for more until all that mattered was getting the taste of him in my mouth. Just that quickly I became addicted.
What I lacked in expertise I made up for with my hunger. I licked his escaping pre-cum like I would my favorite flavor ice cream cone. When he didn’t object, I took more of him in my mouth and found that I loved the taste and feel of him. I suckled him until my lips no longer felt strained around his engorged flesh. My mouth was going to hurt come tomorrow but I didn’t care. I never wanted to stop taking him into my mouth.
He didn’t tell me what to do, and though I was sure I had much to learn I enjoyed what I was doing. He didn’t complain, didn’t even give me any instructions, just eased more of himself into my mouth.
I wanted to feel his hands on me but wasn’t brave enough to ask. Yet he somehow seemed to know. Maybe I was giving off needy vibes without knowin
g it because no sooner had I had the thought than I felt his fingers between my thighs.
The scream was held hostage by the overly large flesh in my mouth that was now making its way to my throat. My eyes watered, I lost my breath and then the choking started. He held still but did not retreat, instead waiting for me to get it under control before starting his stroking motions in and out of my mouth again.
There was drool running from the corners of my mouth and something else escaping from between my thighs. I hope he wasn’t as averse to bodily fluids as he was to noise during sex or this affair will be a nonstarter.
About those noises, I was able to control the ones from my lungs barely, but the ones emanating from between my thighs were another story. He added another finger to the mix and the slight discomfort was overshadowed only by the intense pleasure.
“This is to open you up before I breech you.” He moved his fingers in and out, turning them this way and that until it felt like he was screwing them in, or drilling them into me.
The deeper his fingers went the harder I sucked on his flesh until I had even more of him and could take him into my throat with very little discomfort. I felt a slight stinging pain when he fisted his hand in my hair, but that only spurred me on.
“Enough, release me.” I eased my head back and let his cock slip from my lips, already missing the pressure of the fingers he slid out of me at the same time. He helped me up to the middle of the bed and came down beside me. Taking his member in his hand he looked down at me. “This first time is going to hurt, you won’t make a sound. I will try to go easy, but no matter what I do you will feel pain. I’ve tested the strength of your maidenhead; it’s pretty strong. This might take a while.”
With that he slipped between my widely spread legs and I felt the heat of his cock as it played around at my entrance. This is it, there’s no turning back. I was surprised at the soft kiss he placed on my lips as he slid into me.
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