I reach into my pocket and grab a wad of cash. There should be at least enough there to cover the rent and some of the stitches I’m about to give him. I stuff it in his pocket with one hand as my other one clenches around his arm.
“This is for the rent.” His eyes widen as I cock my fist back. “And this is for trying to take my girl’s innocence.”
Violet turns away as I slam my fists into his body over and over again, one for every dirty thought he had of her. I’d kill him if she wasn’t here watching, but I don’t want her seeing any more than this.
He falls to the ground unconscious and I give him one last kick before leaving him by the garbage where he belongs.
“Get your things,” I say as I walk up to her. “You’re living with me now.”
She just swallows as she nods up and down. “But my mother,” she says, looking up at the building. “I can’t leave her here.”
“Your mother will be taken care of,” I say, pulling out my cell phone. “I own a bunch of condos around town that I rent out. I have a beautiful two bedroom overlooking the water in Lincoln Park that she can have.”
“Have?” Violet repeats, dropping her mouth in shock.
“It’s all hers,” I say. And I mean it. I’ll have the deed transferred to her name first thing tomorrow morning. “Anyone who creates something as perfect as you deserves a nice place to live.”
She runs into my arms and hugs me. “Thank you,” she says, kissing my lips. “We’ve never had anything before. You’ve given me so much already.”
“It’s just the start, Bambi,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “You and your mother won’t be denied a thing. I have a job for her if she wants to work, or I’ll pay her bills and give her money if she wants to retire.”
My sweet little fawn hugs me again, and my heart melts with how good it feels.
“Go tell your mom that she has a new fully furnished penthouse condo waiting for her,” I say, tapping her ass. “I’ll have someone collect her things tomorrow and bring them to her.”
“She’s going to be so happy,” she says, clasping her hands together and squealing in delight.
This girl is going to move in with me and have my child.
I’m so happy too.
“I can’t believe the size of this thing,” she says, spreading her arms wide as she spins around her huge walk-in closet. I knew this moment was coming eventually so I made a couple of calls today and had my personal shopper fill it with brand new clothes in her size. She has everything she could possibly need and more.
“There are so many shoes,” she says, her eyes lighting up as she looks up at them on the rows and rows of shelves. “I can’t believe you did this. No one has ever done anything like this for me before.”
I grin as I see the smile on her face. I would do anything for that smile.
She bounces around my penthouse condo oohing and ahhing at everything. “This is all yours now,” I say as I follow her from room to room. “It’s your home as much as mine.”
“I can’t believe it,” she says, her eyes widening as she walks into the huge bathroom. “I was about to sleep on the street, and now I’m living like a princess.”
“You’re my princess,” I say, stepping up behind her and sliding my arms around her body. She sighs contently as I glide my palm down her stomach and slide my fingers into her jeans.
“Mmmmmm,” she moans as I find her clit and rub it gently. She’s already so wet for me. “Let’s try out this huge shower,” she says as she reaches back and runs her palm along my hard cock, making me groan.
I get her naked in record time and she turns on the shower and steps in while I take off my suit. She’s so perfect, and I can’t believe she’s mine.
I’m definitely going to marry this one. I want her bound to me in as many ways as possible. Legally. Physically. Spiritually. I want it all.
The water is warm but her body is warmer. I grab under her thighs and pick her up easily, holding her against the wall as I slide my hard cock into her warm wetness.
“Oh, Bambi,” I moan as she digs her face into the nook of my neck. She holds me tightly as I start thrusting in deep. The water is pouring over us as our bodies meld as one.
“I still don’t know your name,” she moans. Her hard nipples are pressing into my thumping chest. “Are you ever going to tell me or do I have to call you Mr. Decker for the rest of my life?”
I grin as I fuck her harder, shutting that pretty little mouth up by turning her words into deep moans.
“You can call me sir, boss, Mr. Decker, or Mr. CEO,” I answer as I drive in deep, hitting her with faster strokes. Her body starts to shake as I draw an orgasm out of her.
“Okay,” she gasps as her pussy clenches on my cock and she cums. “Fuck, Mr. CEOooooooo.”
6
Violet
Six months later
“Keep your fucking eyes off her!” my new fiancee warns.
“I don’t think he speaks English,” I say, trying to hold back my giggle as the Chinese construction worker runs away.
“He understood that,” Derek says, stepping up beside me and sliding a protective hand over my belly. I’m six months pregnant and he loves my baby bump. I’m glad that he does because I’m hornier than ever and can’t get enough of his hard cock.
Derek proposed to me—yes I finally learned that his name was Derek, but I still like to call him Mr. Decker—about two weeks after my job interview. I had been living with him for over a week and I already knew that I would never want anyone else. I had known since the first time he burst into Carol’s office and grabbed me like a horny barbarian.
We got married the next day, and I’ve been in heaven ever since.
“It’s coming along great,” Derek says, looking down at the cement foundation of one of the three tower complexes that Mr. Xi ordered. We’re in Shanghai to see how the progress is coming along. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Bambi,” he says, kissing my temple.
“I don’t know about that,” I say, smiling at the compliment. I quickly got the swing of things around the office, and when my perverted boss isn’t pulling my clothes off and bending me over his desk, I’m a really big help. I managed to get the Chinese consulate to give us the construction permits right away when there’s usually a year-long wait. Mr. Decker gave me a bonus for pulling that one off. It was long and hard, and I loved every inch of it.
Mr. Xi comes over and thanks us for all of the good work we’ve done. He’s very pleased with the tower designs and is considering ordering two more.
“Mr. Decker, your sexy secretary would like her own tower,” I say, grinning up at him after Mr. Xi leaves us.
“I’ll build you a high one and lock you at the top to make sure you’ll never leave me,” he says, holding me close.
I slide my hand down past his hard abs and he groans when I feel his cock harden under my touch. “That’s not the kind of tower I want.”
His breathing picks up as he looks around. There’s a nice hotel across the street and he points to it. “I’ll go tell Mr. Xi that we’re leaving. Go book us a room.”
I grin as I pull a key out of my pocket and hold it up. “Already did.” We never get through the day without wanting to tear each other’s clothes off so I always plan for the inevitable. I snuck over to the hotel when he was busy, and rented a room, knowing this moment would come.
He grabs the key and crushes his lips to mine.
“Best. Secretary. Ever.”
I moan as he kisses me deep, making my pussy pulse.
Best. Boss. Ever.
Epilogue
Violet
Six years later
“Special delivery for Mr. Decker,” I say in a sexy voice as I lean against the door frame of my husband’s office.
His face breaks out into a grin as he looks up from his computer and sees me. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says, shaking his head as he looks me up and down.
“You say t
hat every time.”
“I think that every time,” he says, licking his lips as he adjusts his tie.
Six years and three children later and he still thinks I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. I’m sure that he’s going to think I’m just as beautiful after my fourth.
“That round belly makes me so hard,” he says, standing up so fast that his chair bumps into the wall of windows behind him. “Lock the door.”
I giggle mischievously as I close the door and lock it. Derek is darting around the office, closing the blinds to give us some privacy for what’s about to come.
I’m seven months pregnant with our fourth child and haven’t visited him in his office for a while. He doesn’t want me working when I’m pregnant, so I’ve been off for the past few months. He wants me safe at home, and I don’t mind a bit. How can I complain when we have a beautiful condo overlooking the city? Besides, I’ve been so tired making a human that I don’t mind resting at home.
“God, I miss having you here,” he says, taking a deep breath as he watches me walk to his desk. I sit down in his chair and grin when I look out the window at his new secretary.
“Is John not cutting it for you?” I ask with a chuckle.
Derek closes the blinds, shutting my view of the back of John’s head. I made him get a male secretary when I took a leave of absence for my pregnancy. He’s not the only one who’s a little obsessive and jealous.
“Not nearly as good as you,” he says, walking over with his rock hard dick totally visible in his fitted designer pants.
“I’m sorry, Derek,” I say.
He crosses his arms over his massive chest and narrows his heated eyes on me, making me gulp. “What did you call me?”
“Mr. Decker,” I say, quickly correcting myself. I’m going to pay for that.
My pussy gets soaking wet as I watch him take off his cufflinks and roll his shirt up his thick tattooed forearms. He’s as sexy as ever, and I still can’t believe that he’s obsessed with me.
“Did you already forget the rules of my office?” he asks, taking deep heavy breaths as he walks forward.
I bite my bottom lip as I shake my head.
“Prove it,” he says, licking his lips. “Show me your cunt.”
A flood of warmth flows through me as I stand up for him and pull up my dress. He lets out a low groan of approval when he sees that I’m not wearing any panties.
He pulls out his hard cock and hits the button on the phone that connects him to John. “Cancel all of my appointments for the afternoon,” he says, grinning at me with lust in his eyes. “I’m going to be busy for a long time.”
A shiver ripples through me as he takes his finger off of the phone and turns back to me with his hard cock in his hand.
“Dress off. Mouth open. On your knees.”
He’s as demanding as ever, but there’s nothing I love more than obeying his every command.
I wouldn’t change a thing of my Mr. CEOoooooo.
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The Virgin Auction
For all those who like their sex with a cherry on top
Chapter One
Max
“What the fuck did I get myself into?”
I shake my head as I sink into the large comfy leather chair and take a sip of the smooth scotch they provided. The lights dim inside my little room as the lights flick on behind the dark glass.
The auction is starting.
I’m going to kill my assistant. This was Jeff’s idea. He’s always going on and on about how I need to find a good woman in my life.
“It will settle you down,” he always says. “You should find a girl who can help dull some of that edge you’ve got going on.”
I like my edge. I’m as sharp as a Samurai sword and in the world of billionaires, you have to be sharp.
Maybe Jeff has a point but fuck, a virgin auction? Who would dream up something so twisted?
A door opens and the first girl walks out onto the stage. It’s set up like an octagon. Each side is a private booth with a virgin-loving billionaire behind it. The walls are made up of one-way glass so nobody can see who is behind it. It’s total privacy for everyone except for the timid girl who’s walking under the bright lights in the middle of it all. She’s wearing baby doll pajamas with her blonde hair done up in curls with a nice big pink bow on top.
There’s a screen at my feet with the girl’s name and stats:
Sarah Matthews.
Nineteen.
Virgin.
5’6. 119 lbs.
This is so twisted. The screen lights up as someone makes a bid. The bids go up in $25,000 increments. I look down at the green button on my armrest and shake my head. These creeps aren’t getting any of my hard earned cash. I don’t have to pay for girls, no matter what Jeff thinks.
The girl is a bundle of nerves as she holds her elbow and looks around with short, jerky movements. The bidding war starts and my screen keeps lighting up as the hidden billionaires try to outbid each other.
Sarah looks around at the black glass walls as she bites at her lips nervously. The men can see her but she can’t see the men.
The auction comes to a halt when there’s no more bidders. Sarah’s virginity is sold for $800,000 to bidder number six.
The door opens once again and Sarah rushes through it, looking relieved to get the hell out of there.
I shake my head as the door slides shut. This is barbaric. I’m already playing in my head how I’m going to tell Jeff that he’s fired. I can’t wait to see the look on his face. He’s going to earn it for putting me in this horrible situation.
I down the rest of my scotch as the door slides open again and the next girl to be auctioned is about to come out. Her stats pop up on my screen:
Jessica Evans
Eighteen.
Virgin.
5’5. 122 lbs.
I should just leave. This is not my scene. I should just get the—
My body jolts like I was just hit by a stun gun. She walks out and it’s like the ground has been yanked out from under my feet. If I wasn’t sitting I would have collapsed to the floor.
She’s perfect.
My body tightens and my chest burns as I stare at her with my heart racing. She’s the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen and I must have her.
A heavy feeling grips my stomach as I stare at her with a dazed look. The need is more than wanting her. I must own her.
She’s absolutely stunning, standing in the middle of the stage wearing a school girl’s outfit. Long brown hair that falls down in waves, framing the prettiest face that I’ve ever laid eyes on. She looks uncomfortable as she fidgets with the bottom of her plaid skirt that finishes way to high on her soft thighs.
The first thought that cuts through the haze in my head is the need to cover her up. I don’t want anyone to see her. Ever.
I explode out of my chair, pacing around the small room like a caged tiger as I stare at her with gritted teeth. Growls and snarls rip from my throat as my eyes dart around to the black walls of glass, each one hiding a pair of eyes that shouldn’t be anywhere near my girl. My Jessica.
My hands are shaking as I clench them into fists, wanting to take the eyes of every man who’s looking at her. They’re stealing her innocence and it’s making me crazy.
Her innocence is mine. Mine alone to take.
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br /> Jessica’s sweet brown eyes drop to her feet as she shifts her weight from foot to foot. She looks so uncomfortable. So exposed.
I desperately want to take her from here where I can keep her safe but I don’t know what to do. My thoughts are so fuzzy right now and I can’t think. It’s not like me. I’m usually so on the ball. So sharp. So composed.
The sight of this girl is breaking my brain.
She turns to me and raises her shining eyes to mine and it nearly ends me. I’m breathless as she looks straight at me with a stunned look. I can see her but she can’t see me.
My body feels hypnotized. My skin tingles as my feet move on their own toward the glass. I don’t know who’s controlling them but it’s not me.
She’s still staring at me as I walk up to the one-way glass, stopping a few inches from it. I see my own reflection first, looking back at me, only it’s not me. I look different. Crazed. Disheveled. Shaky. Desperate.
This obsessed man who is practically panting for this girl can’t be me, only it is.
I push past my reflection to look at the Goddess who is causing my body to react like this. Her gorgeous brown eyes are alive and flighty, darting around nervously as her chest rises and falls with quick shallow breaths.
Her white shirt is too revealing. It falls too low, showing off her perfectly round tits and rises too high in a knot, giving me a flash of her flat stomach and heart-stopping belly button.
My face starts to twitch as an edgy feeling consumes me. The eyes on her, it’s driving me mad. I’m overcome with a need to cover her body.
My back is covered in sweat. I feel like I’m losing it as I stare at her, dragging my eyes past her slim hips, down to her smooth legs with the knee high socks that are hot as fuck.
The screen at my feet lights up as the bidding begins and I feel an uncontrollable rage surge through my body at the dead men who are trying to take this beauty from me.
Don’t they know that she’s already mine?
I whip my body around and slam my palm down on the green button, raising the bid. I don’t care what she costs me. I don’t care if I have to eat garbage and live in a cave for the rest of my life. I just need her by my side and nothing is going to stop that from happening.
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