by Riley Love
Slowly, I raised my eyes and let her see all the wickedness I’d kept hidden from the world. Somehow, I knew she would understand my dark, lustful thoughts and give me the power to own them. “Do you remember what Steve said just before you threw him out?”
“Of course,” she answered, her lips spreading with a knowing grin.
“I want that.” My neck grew hot, and my panties grew damp under my jeans. “When I close my eyes at night, that’s what I dream about.”
“What else do you dream about, my tempting little virgin?”
“I … I dream about a man who knows what my body craves before I do. Someone who will take me to the edge of what I can endure. A man who will give me pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known.”
“Hmm,” she mused, tapping steepled fingers against her crimson lips and then flipping over the top page of the stack of papers in front of her. “Why don't we take a look at the contract. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”
The sudden shift in conversation was like a bucket of cold water being tossed over my steaming head. I could still feel my clit throbbing between my legs. I was so damn horny, and I hadn’t even touched myself.
With my eyes fixed on my own copy, I began reading. The first few pages were standard legalese, but as I flipped the pages, things got really interesting. My eyes flew over the words, and my heartbeat sped up.
“I thought Steve’s debt was a hundred thousand dollars?”
“It is,” she answered with a regal nod.
“But it says here that I’ll receive a hundred grand when I sign the contract for the auction, and another four hundred thousand once the deed is done. Bidding starts at—” My eyes bugged out of my head.
“One million dollars,” she finished for me.
“That’s absurd!”
“Why? Because Steve owes significantly less than that?”
“Well, yes. I thought I was doing this to pay off his debt. I thought …” I trailed off, at a loss for words. Honestly, I didn’t know what I’d thought. I hadn’t let my mind travel that far.
“Personally, I’ve always considered it bad form to let a man define your worth; especially a spineless one like Steve Parker.” When I simply stared at her, too dumbstruck and dumbfounded to speak, she continued. “The truth is, a million dollars is nothing to these men. They toss that away on toys they never even play with. But you are something they’ll treasure, an experience they will take to their graves.”
“But a million dollars is a lot of money.”
She shook her head. “Not to them.”
I might have been innocent, but I knew there were sick people in this world. If a man spent a million dollars purchasing my virginity, what else would he expect? Would he want to hurt me—and not the way I was looking forward to? My belly clenched in sudden fear. “Whoever buys me is going to want certain things, isn’t he? What if they’re things I can’t give?”
“Ah, you haven’t reached the end of the document yet,” she answered, her eyes laced with understanding. “You have more power in this situation than you comprehend.”
Janessa pushed her chair back, and made her way to a door I hadn’t noticed on the other side of the room, her heels clacking on the polished hardwood floor. She pressed a button that blended in with the wallpaper and craned her neck over her shoulder. “When you’re finished reviewing the contract, ring that bell to your left and I’ll return. We’ll discuss specifics then.”
Without waiting for a response, she slipped through the door, leaving me to review what other surprises the contract contained.
And what surprises they were.
Janessa hadn’t exaggerated when she said I was in charge. Everything was laid out in excruciating detail, including what I was willing to do and what I wasn’t. Each box I checked would give the bidder insight into all ways he could use me. The problem was I didn’t know what most of the items on the list were. Beyond what I’d read in romance novels, most of this stuff was just words on a sheet of paper.
Age play, ass play, bondage, breath play, consensual non-consent, fisting, impact play, sadism, sensation play, Shibari, watersports … on and on it went until my head was spinning with ideas.
My breath came fast as I pictured all the ways the mystery billionaire would claim me. I was a smart girl with an active imagination. And right now that imagination was operating in overdrive.
My nipples hardened, and my clit started throbbing again.
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Bought By the Billionaire
BOUGHT BY THE BILLIONAIRE
With my famous name and billions in the bank, I can have anything I want. Anything except the fianceé I found in bed with another man. Now, to prevent my over-eager family from introducing me to every blue-blooded woman in London, a friend has convinced me to hire an escort to pretend to be my girlfriend.
Instead, I found a beautiful girl from the wrong part of town auctioning off her virginity to pay her mother’s medical bills. I shouldn’t want her, but I can’t stop thinking about the girl with short blonde hair who calls to every part of me. When I close my eyes at night, she’s all I see.
I can have anything I want. And I want her. Now I just need to make her mine.
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*** SNEAK PEEK ***
With three weeks left until my sister’s wedding, I was out of luck and lacking a date. My family—especially my mother—expected me to arrive with the gorgeous girlfriend I had chatted up to them for months.
Too bad I’d walked into Kelly’s apartment to find her bouncing on some other bloke’s knob about two weeks ago. That was the thanks I received for showing up unannounced to surprise my long-distance girlfriend in New York. I’d flown in from London on an overnight flight without warning her.
All of that dating rubbish was behind me now. I planned to remain single while focusing on my career, my company, and turning my billion-dollar bank account into the double digits.
Francois burst into the office with his laptop tucked under one arm. “I have the solution to all your problems.”
“Huh?”
He slid the machine in front of me and raised the lid. A photograph of the hottest blonde I’d ever seen was on the computer screen, complete with chocolate brown eyes and cinnamon lashes against her freckled cheeks. I squinted at the monitor. Her name was Kelly.
“The hell is this?”
“It’s an escort service. You hire this girl, have her pretend to be Kelly. They’re a bit similar in looks too. Both named Kelly, both blond and freckled. And the going rate on her is only three hundred grand.”
“Are you serious? Why would I pay three hundred grand for a date with a stranger?”
“To keep your family out of your business. It’ll satisfy their curiosity and save you the bother of tolerating your mother’s unusual desire for you to have a girlfriend. Since God only knows why you won’t fess up to dumping your cheating ex.”
“You know my mother.”
“It’s true, I do. Which is why a hired escort is perfect.”
I scratched my chin and studied the next photograph, a head-to-toe picture of a quirky blonde with a pixie cut in a sexy one-piece swimsuit, poised at a beach volleyball net. Amazing legs, the kind of thighs I wanted wrapped around my waist. Or my face. I’d settle for having those lovely thighs on either side of my head and wondered if her cunt would taste as sweet as she looked. “And women actually do this?”
“Would it be on your screen if they didn’t?”
“This is insanity. They’re… What’s this pink tag? Trending? Why is she trending?”
“She’d trending because she’s a virgin,” Francois explained.
“Bloody hell, those still exist in America?”
“In small quantity.”
It suddenly occurred to me that my friend had introduced me to a pay-for-sex site. “Are you a customer? Is this what you do with your spare time? Really, mate?”
Francois scowled. “It’s a legitimate and legal business in most of our neighboring nations. Besides, you know me better. I don’t need to pay for sex.”
“So what do you use it for?”
“Remember that redhead I brought to the derby last year? She charmed everyone, even you.”
“You mean—”
“Hired date. At least give it a thorough look. What do you have to lose, aside from a bit of money you won’t even miss?”
“Fine.” I scrolled through her profile and skimmed down her list of allowances. “Not a freak. Maybe even a little on the dull side.”
“Well, there’s another one on here who enjoys some kink—”
“No, she’s perfect. The last thing I need is some desperate virgin wanting to role play a ridiculous playroom fantasy. I don’t know about participating in an auction, however. And what’s this elite clientele nonsense?”
“An annual fee of twenty-thousand euros is required to become an elite member.”
I stared at him. “For the privilege of bidding on their eager product, I’ll have to pay twenty… What is that?”
“What? Grayson doesn’t know the current exchange rate?” Francois gasped. “It’s twenty-four thousand pounds, give or take. Oh come on, mate. That’s a pittance, and you know it. You’ve thrown that much money away on scotch.”
“Women tend to be disappointments. Scotch is always satisfying.”
“The elite clientele fee is donated to charity,” Francois said suddenly. I wondered if he’d been holding that tidbit as a secret weapon in his arsenal, a way to butter me up when I faltered.
“To which charity?”
“Into the Light.”
“Odd choice for an internet brothel. Isn’t that an anti-human trafficking organization?”
“It is. Every year, DDE donates millions of money from guys who are buying legal, consensual sex from ladies of age to sell it, and they use it to help women in shit situations around the world. After all, it’s about choice, mate. If they want to do it, no one should be able to stop them from doing what they want with their bodies.”
Against my better judgment, while telling myself over and over I didn’t need to buy a woman to have a good time, I made an account on the site, submitted my personal details for verification, and paid the twenty-thousand-euro fee. The e-mail from the site administrators was prompt, almost too immediate to have undergone the background check I’d authorized, accompanied by a saccharine sweet personalized video welcome to the world of Diamond Dust Escorts, waxing poetic about the glorious selection of beautiful young women available for hire. A woman with steel-gray hair sat behind a desk, smiling as she introduced me to her services, promised excellent entertainment and friendly girls willing to fulfill my every desire.
I closed the e-mail and returned to Kelly’s page.
A bidding war began the moment I input my figures. The blonde pixie named Kelly soared to a million dollars. I scowled and upped my bid to 1.2 million. Another bidder with an anonymous image jumped into the financial battle. He must have had a serious hard-on for virgins.
Suddenly, she was 2.4 million dollars. I sank back in my seat, wondering what the hell happened.
“Are you out?” Francois asked. “Over that little bit of money?”
“I need a date, not a drain on my finances.”
“Pussy.”
I stared at him, but Francois met my gaze head on and looked anything but impressed. Not even a glint of humor.
“Fuck you.” I upped the bid to three million and waited to see what my mystery opponent would do.
It increased by the ten-thousand-dollar minimum. I punched 4.5 in with a few hard clicks.
“Easy on the keyboard there. It hasn’t done anything to you.”
“Why’s the goddamned price in American dollars anyway, if it’s a German site?”
“Default currency is chosen by the merchandise. Rather, your lucky escort. And I’m sure right now she’s clapping her hands with glee.”
“At this rate, she must be cackling like a bloody loon. God, this is the new craze for gold diggers, isn’t it?”
“You’re buying a rare commodity these days, getting yourself a virgin to deflower.”
I shot him a dark look over the rim of my glasses. “A crazy, money-seeking virgin at that. This would be splendid if I gave a fuck about deflowering virgins.”
“The girls undergo rigorous background checks. Everything about them is investigated, down to their social media accounts and activities. Anyway, doing this doesn’t make her greedy. They’ve all got their own stories and reasons for doing what they’re doing, but at least DDE tries to be somewhat ethical about it.”
“I hope you’re right. If I come away from this with a five-million-dollar nutter, I’m holding you responsible.”
“I’ll let you lord it over me if it comes to that.”
“What exactly am I getting for this anyway? Only the one date?”
“Yes.”
“Christ.”
“But you get first dibs if you want to hire her again, and at a much lower standard rate since that pink tag will be gone. Unless she chooses to take her millions and be done with it. Many do.”
The minutes ticked down. We both watched the screen as it dwindled to seconds. The auction ended without another raise from the other rich fuck.
I’d won. I’d won my first virgin.
Francois slapped my shoulder and chuckled. “Congrats.”
“Now what happens?”
“A mediator will contact you both to arrange travel and accommodations to Berlin, and you’ll meet there for your night. Afterward, you’re free to make any arrangements you like with her.”
“Are you saying that I did all of that and I don’t even have my pick of where we meet for our date? How does this help me with my sister’s wedding next month, Francois?”
“Have your night then offer a hundred grand for the wedding date. At least that way when you two show up together, it won’t be as complete strangers.”
“That would have been a brilliant tidbit to share five minutes ago.”
“I know. But you need to get laid, mate. I did you a favor.”
Suppressing the urge to punch Francois in the nose, I slumped back in the seat and considered my options. Since my money was already gone, I had no choice but to go through with it.
I’d murder my friend later once this entire thing blew up in my face.
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STRIPPED BY THE PROFESSOR
Chapter One
Britt
I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t need the money.
That’s what I kept telling myself over and over in my head, a mantra that I repeated as I slid into the shockingly tight rubber bustier. One of the girls, Jade, an experience regular here at the Silver Dollar Club, had taught me a trick to ease into it. She’d applied talcum powder softly along my skin so I could slip into the rubber garment as easily as a seal sliding off a dock.
But still … I felt ridiculous.
It wasn’t me. I stared into the huge mirror attached to the make-up vanity backstage and puffed up my bright red curls a little. Just the act of getting into the bustier had made me break out into a sweaty sheen that was dragging my thick hair down, and I wasn’t even due to dance for five more songs.
“What are you doing?” I asked myself, exhaling loudly and letting my lips flap together like my old saddle horse back on the ranch at home.
I’d come a long way from being raised in the middle of nowhere by a religious family to the big city, pursuing an education on my own.
Having been homeschooled, I’d spent the last year taking high school exams through the adult learning annex near the restaurant I’d waitressed at, but now it was time for the big leagues.
College.
Real higher education, and that was costly. Low wages and crappy tips weren’t going to cover my tuition, so here I
was.
“Oh my god, Britt! You look hot, hot, hot, girlfriend!”
I turned away from the mirror and let Dusty throw her arms around me. We’d waited tables together until she’d started dancing here and had finally talked me into quitting my job and following her over when she’d waved fat rolls of cash under my nose.
“And this is just from three nights of dancing,” she’d bragged at the time. “With your perky tits and gorgeous thick hair, you’ll make way more than me!”
I’d blushed a hot, bright red at the time, but still, all that cash. I hadn’t been able to say no.
College classes started tomorrow. I’d paid ten percent down on my tuition to hold my spot, but the remainder was due within a month. Dusty promised me I’d make it easily before then—twenty grand at least.
“Thanks, so do you,” I replied, and I wasn’t lying. I looked my friend up and down, usually a tomboy found in loose jeans and a looser hoodie, she was a fairy tale dream pixie in her green dress and gold glitter body paint tonight.
“Are you ready? Do you remember everything I’ve taught you?” she asked, her eyes flashing so bright her excitement was catching.
“I…I think so.”
“No. You know so. You are hot, you are sexy, and you are going to go out there and fucking slam it, girlfriend,” she said, pushing me toward the stage door. “You’re up after this, get ready!”
And before I knew it, she was shoving me through the door and right onto the stage where I tottered down to the end, grabbed the slick metal pole, struck a pose, fluttered my fake lashes against the bright lights and prepared to dance like my future depended on it.
Because it really did.
Chapter Two
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“Thanks to the sudden departure of our esteemed colleague, your request for tenure has been granted,” Dr. Phillips, the head of my department, announced at the end of a brief meeting in his office.
