by Kami Kayne
This was it. I was locked in now. Alone with him, the man who was about to pay for the right to take my virginity.
My heartbeat hammered against my breastbone. My mouth went dry.
“You look sweet,” he said, his lips curling into a wicked smile. That smile made my heart gallop like a wild colt.
“Thank you.”
“Come here.” He patted his lap.
“The contract first.”
“Yes, the contract.” He waved the envelope in the air then set it on the console. “Consider it signed.”
“But you haven’t read it.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll agree to all your terms. But I have one condition.”
Oh God, was there more? Hadn’t he asked for enough? “What condition?”
Leaning back, he placed his ankle on his opposite knee. His gaze meandered over my form, making my nerve endings tingle. “You must agree to do what I say. Anything I say. No matter what it is. Whether you want to or not.”
A tiny quiver raced up my spine. “Will you…will you make me do something that hurts?”
“Let me make something clear, my sweet little Allison.” He leaned forward, pinched my chin between his thumb and forefinger and stared into my eyes. “I’m not going to hold back because you’re a virgin. You’re going to take everything I give you, and you’re going to love it--every inch, every thrust, every slap.”
My stomach did a triple-flip. My pussy convulsed.
I’d never had a man talk like that to me. It was a crazy.
It was a thrill.
It was…a challenge.
I licked my lips and slowly nodded. “Agreed.”
Looking triumphant, he pulled a pen out of his jacket pocket, unfolded my contract and signed without reading a word. Then he set it back on the console and unzipped his pants. “Now, on your knees, princess.”
Oh God, what had I just agreed to?
Trembling, I slid off the seat, landing on my knees in front of him.
His lips were still curled up at the corners, forming a wicked smile. The slightly menacing expression made my blood sizzle. “Are you wet?”
Was I? My inner muscles convulsed. Dampness chilled my heated tissues.
I was.
He jerked his head toward his groin. “You’re going to suck me until I tell you to stop.”
Unlike a couple of girls I knew who had also taken chastity vows, I hadn’t given oral sex before. I had only used my hands.
I wasn’t sure what to do once I had his cock out of his pants. I slanted my eyes up, hoping he’d coach me a little.
“Are you telling me you not only managed to remain a virgin all these years, but you’ve also done it without ever sucking cock?”
I nodded.
He grabbed my ponytails, holding one in each hand and pulled my head toward his thick rod. He was huge, bigger than any dicks I’ve ever seen. I was intimidated, especially when I let myself imagine it thrusting into my untried tissues. Heat gathered down there in response to my imagining, pulsing in waves.
“Open,” he demanded.
Obediently, I opened my mouth allowing him to shove the smooth head of his cock past my lips. I pressed my tongue flat, cushioning his shaft as it slid past my lips and into my mouth.
When it reached the back of my throat, it kicked off my gag reflex. I coughed, my throat widening as my body tried to expel the huge invading organ stuffing itself deeper down my throat. I struggled to breathe, panicked and tried to jerk back, he held my pigtails, refusing to let me move. My stomach convulsed.
“Breathe,” he coached in a low voice. “Through your nose. Relax.”
My heart was slamming against my breast bone. Relax? Let him try to do that while he had a huge sausage stuffed down his throat. I pulled in a slow breath and exhaled. His cock slid further into my throat, and I swallowed against the urge to gag again.
“Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.” He pushed on my pigtails, and his organ retreated to my mouth. I slurped and licked, hoping he would be so content with those sensations he would forget about fucking my throat again. But then he slammed his hips forward once more, shoving his dick down my throat. My eyes watered as my body tried to stretch to accommodate him. It was hell, and yet, when I tilted my eyes up and saw the expression on his face, a sudden wave of pride flashed through me.
He was lost in need. Completely overcome. And it was because of me, what I was doing.
Feeling bolder, I closed my eyes and slid a hand down between my legs. Through the crotch of my sodden cotton panties, I fingered my warm tissues. I was wet, wetter than I’d ever been. Wet and ready for that thick cock to shove inside and take away my innocence.
“Oh yes, stroke yourself, Allison. But don’t come. You can’t come until I tell you.” He fucked my face harder, withdrawing and then slamming deep, over and over. With each thrust, it became easier to take him. And with each stroke of my finger over my clit, my body burned hotter for what would come next.
I needed more. I needed something hard gliding in and out of my channel, stroking me deep inside where it ached the most. I pulled the crotch of my panties aside and stroked my clit with my finger. Round and round. I drew circles, the pressure just right. Ripples of pleasure spread through me, building in intensity, growing in strength. Before I knew it, I was moaning and whimpering around a mouth full of cock, on the verge of orgasm. My body was tight all over. Hot. Trembling.
Just one more stroke.
“No!” Suddenly he jerked my head back, forcing me to look up at him. “I said you may not come until I tell you.”
I shuddered. My release was so close I could feel it in every cell in my body. In my fingers and toes and everywhere in between. I cried out as he pulled me up onto the seat by my pigtails, but not because it hurt. I wanted to come so badly I hurt.
“Please,” I begged.
“Not yet.” He smiled as he dragged his hand across my face, smearing the drool that had come from my mouth over my cheek. “You learn quickly, princess. I’m glad of that.”
I was too.
“Now, take off your clothes. I want to see you.”
I glanced out the window. We were still driving, on some freeway somewhere. Cars flanked both sides of the limo. Could they see me? Probably not.
“I said, take off your clothes.” His voice was sharp. “Or I’ll rip them off you.”
Rip them off? I kind of liked the sound of that. But because I was a little flustered and unsure after what we’d already done, I undressed myself. The shirt was first. His eyes were glued to my chest as I unfastened each button, revealing a little more skin. When I shrugged out of it, I shivered slightly, both hot and cold from his smoldering look. If there was one word to describe this man it was intense. He looked intense. He acted intense. He was intense. And that thrilled me.
What thrilled me more, however, was the lust I saw in his eyes. There I was, without a shirt, in broad daylight. He could see the swell of my belly, the thickness of my arms. But he looked genuinely appreciative, admiring me as if I were a goddess.
I removed my skirt next, unzipping it and lifting my hips off the seat to push it down over my thighs. Now he could see my full hips, my thighs—thicker than I wished. The curve of my ass. He licked his lips, as if he was looking upon a feast.
Me? I was so delectable he was salivating? No way!
“More. Take everything off,” he demanded.
I reached around my back to unfasten my bra. As the back hook sprung open, the cups fell down, the straps sliding over my shoulders. My nipples were hard little points, jutting out to him, silently begging for his touch.
“Panties,” he said, sounding breathless.
Breathless myself, I set my bra on the seat, along with my shirt and skirt.
Feet anchored on the floor, I lifted my hips up and pushed my panties down over my thighs. They slid over my calves and landed on the floor.
Now I was nude. In front of a strange man, a strange, rich, powerful man…who
was paying for my virginity. I was naked. Nervous. Exhilarated.
Completely at his mercy.
What would he do next?
Chapter 4
“Open your legs, Allison. Open them now. I want to see what’s mine.”
His? I was his?
Oh my God.
My body was his. Even the parts down there.
Especially the parts down there.
The authority in his voice was so sexy. This was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Sure, I was a virgin…who hadn’t ever sucked cock…or done a lot of other stuff before. But I had made out with my share of boys.
Boys. That was what they were.
Mr. Sharpe was no boy. He was a man. Strong. Domineering. Powerful. There was most definitely a difference.
“Allison.”
I turned sideways so my body was angled toward him and leaned back, knees bent, feet resting on the seat.
His gaze was so hot it scalded my skin. “You heard me.”
I nodded.
He grabbed my wrist, fingers clamped tightly around it like a cuff. “On your knees. Lay over my lap.”
Shocked by the sharpness in his voice, I slid to the floor then rested my upper body on his thighs.
What was he going to do? Spank me like a naughty child?
His hand caressed my naked ass. “Silence.” I heard the sharp smack of his hand striking my ass before I felt the heat. “You will do as I ask without making me repeat myself.” Stinging pain spread over my right ass cheek. I yelped, more surprised than in pain. He struck me again, this time on the left. My ass muscles clenched, and I jerked. He pushed on my back, holding me down. Warmth rushed to my pussy.
Did he know how good this felt? He couldn’t. Not if he was using it to discipline me.
“Now, let’s try this again. Get over there and do what I asked.” He pointed at the seat facing him.
I took my position, body upright but angled back so my ass was resting on the edge of the seat, my feet on the floor. I slid my feet apart.
He could see me now. He could see parts that no one but my doctor had seen before.
“What a pretty pussy.”
My insides thrummed with pleasure at the velvety depth of his voice. I inched my feet another inch or two apart.
“Yes, that’s it. Wider, Allison. Open wide.”
I slid my feet as far apart as the seat allowed.
“No, not wide enough. I want to see every inch of you. Lift your legs up, knees back.”
I did as he asked.
Now I was so exposed there was no hiding anything.
“Yes. Better.” Shifting forward, he ran a fingertip along the inside of my thigh. My skin tingled. Tiny electric charges zapped up to my burning pussy. I was empty, achingly empty. Soon I wouldn’t be. Soon, that huge, thick shaft would be stretching me, pushing through my hymen, stroking away the need blazing deep inside. I couldn’t wait.
His fingertip meandered higher, to my outer pussy lips. “Swollen. Wet. You’re so fucking responsive.”
Responsive wasn’t the word for it. Desperate. Inflamed. Dying. Those fit better. I couldn’t believe it. Here, I’d come, hoping it wouldn’t be torture having sex with him, and I was enjoying the experience. Really enjoying it.
My folds unfurled, opening for him. I looked at his handsome face. His silver-eyed gaze was locked on my pussy, his cheeks slightly flushed. His lips were parted, begging for a kiss. I wanted to lean forward and taste them, but I didn’t dare move. He was so focused I didn’t dare interrupt.
Touch me. Deeper.
As if he heard my unspoken plea, he dipped that fingertip into my slit.
“Damn,” he said on a groan.
Damn was right. My hips rocked upward, bringing my throbbing tissues closer to his touch. Deeper. I wanted him to stroke me deeper, harder.
“I can’t wait to cram you full of my cock. You’re going to beg for it. You’re going to plead with me to fuck you harder.”
I shuddered. Already a plea was sitting on the tip of my tongue. If it weren’t for the fact that I was out of my mind with need, I might have been able to spit it out.
He added a second finger, stretching my tight, untried hole. It burned, but it was a good burn. It made me want to stretch my legs wider apart so he could jam those fingers all the way inside. Sunken deep inside my gripping tissues, they scissored, stretching me. He was preparing me. Soon I would be full of his cock. Very soon.
“So hot. So tight,” he murmured and he fucked me with his fingers. My body eagerly accepted his strokes. Pleasure pounded through my veins. My muscles tensed as whirling heat spiraled through me. Already I was on the verge of coming. I could feel my body soaring toward the pinnacle, tightening, heating up. So close. Almost there.
He stopped, yanked his hand away just as my pussy was about to spasm around his fingers.
I cried out in agony.
He was so cruel!
“You didn’t think I would let you come without my cock buried inside you, did you?”
I was hoping.
“We’re here,” he said.
“What?” Confused by the sudden topic change, I rocked my head to the side, peering out the window. We were parked in a garage.
“Come with me.”
I reached for my clothes.
“Leave them.” He extended a hand. “This way.”
The door opened and he led me out of the vehicle and through a door into a magnificent house. The entry was off the open kitchen area. Glossy. Modern. Sleek. Expensive. My shoes tap-tapped on the wood floor as I followed his lead through the kitchen, through the cozy family room space then down a hall. He opened the last door at the end and led me inside.
The bedroom, like every other space in the house I had seen, was gorgeous.
“On the bed,” he ordered.
I climbed up on the huge bed. I’d never seen a bed so enormous. Its span was probably as big as my entire bedroom. I could lay any direction, with my arms up over my head, and not reach the ends of the mattress. But even more importantly, it was soft. Luxurious. Heavenly. I could sleep for hours and hours in this bed.
I doubted I would get the chance to sleep in it.
Crawling on hands and knees, I made my way to the center of the bed. He followed me, walking on his knees.
“Undress me,” he demanded.
My fingers were clumsy as I unfastened the buttons of his shirt. But I kept going and tried not to get too flustered or embarrassed. Once I had some of his skin exposed, however, I forgot all about being embarrassed. His chest was sculpted perfection. Smooth-skinned and muscular. I couldn’t help tracing the line cutting down the center. I had never seen a man this beautifully made up close before. More. I had to see more. Once I ran out of skin, I went back to unbuttoning his shirt. His abdomen was even more glorious. Deep lines cut across the plane of his stomach. He was lean--not an ounce of fat--muscular perfection.
I pushed the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms before shuffling around to pull it completely off. His back was as beautiful as his front. I couldn’t help leaning into him. The heat coming off his skin seeped into my body and swirled round and round in my center. I slid my arms around his waist from behind and licked his shoulder. Salty. I nibbled and he groaned. The vibration echoed through me, making my nerves jangle.
My pussy pulsed.
“Finish the job, Allison.”
His pants were already unfastened, so all I had to do was pull them down over his hips. He did the rest once they hit his knees. And finally, I tugged down his underwear, revealing the finest ass I had ever seen.
He turned around. His thick cock was jutting out, hard, ready to claim my innocence. I could hardly believe this was happening, that soon I would be impaled by that thick rod. My heart galloped, and a big lump congealed in my throat. I knew it was going to hurt. I’d heard about it from friends. Searing pain. I was scared…no, make that terrified.
“Have you guessed why I insisted o
n verifying you were a virgin?” he asked, as his gaze meandered over my naked form.
“No.”
“Why do you suppose?” He caught my hands in his fists and forced them behind my back. Then, tipping his head down, he flicked his tongue over one of my hard little nipples. A shiver quaked through my body as little blades of pleasure zinged through me.
My head fell back. I whimpered.
“Is that your answer, Allison?”
What was the question?
“Why do you think,” he asked, “I would insist on proof of your virginity?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but no sound came out but a little mewling cry.
He pulled my aching nipple into his mouth and suckled. Hard. His mouth was warm, moist. With every draw, pulses of heat raced through me. Pleasure swirled round and round in my belly.
He nipped, sharp pain made me gasp. “Answer me, Allison.”
My brain was too foggy to think. “I don’t know.”
“You can do better than that.” He laved my nipple with his tongue. Gentle. Ah, it felt so good.
I let my head fall back and closed my eyes. The pleasure was mounting, strengthening, intensifying. The tissues between my legs were thrumming. I could feel my heartbeat down there, pulsing as heat rushed to my pussy. “You want to be my first.”
“Why?”
“Because it feels good?” I offered. “Or because of the power.”
“Power is good. And I love to witness the response of an innocent when she is touched for the first time, when she is filled for the first time. When she comes for the first time, her little cunt crammed full of my cock. But there’s more to it than that.”
“What is it, then?”
“I am going to pump your womb full of my seed. Over and over and over. That seed is going to take root. You will have my child, Allison. You.”
Child?
Child!
I was too young to be a mother. I wasn’t ready. And money…how would I afford to care for it?
I snapped my head up. “But—“
“Remember our agreement, Allison. You agreed to do whatever I wanted.”
“But a child. I can’t—“
“Anything.” He shoved me down onto my back. Panicking, I squirmed and writhed, trying to get away. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed, up over my head. “Anything, Allison.”
