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SOLD TO THE DOM
A Billionaire and Virgin Romance
Amy Brent
Table of Contents
Sold to the Dom
Copyright
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Chapter 1: Lily
Chapter 2: Blake
Chapter 3: Lily
Chapter 4: Blake
Chapter 5: Lily
Chapter 6: Blake
Chapter 7: Lily
Chapter 8: Blake
Chapter 9: Lily
Chapter 10: Lily
Chapter 11: Blake
Chapter 12: Lily
Chapter 13: Blake
Chapter 14: Lily
Chapter 15: Lily
Chapter 16: Lily
Chapter 17: Blake
Chapter 18: Lily
Chapter 19: Blake
Chapter 20: Lily
Chapter 21: Blake
Chapter 22: Lily
Chapter 23: Blake
Chapter 24: Lily
Chapter 25: Blake
Chapter 26: Lily
Chapter 27: Blake
Chapter 28: Lily
Chapter 29: Lily
Epilogue: Lily
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Hot Nights of Passion Volume 2
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Description
I like to be the boss, always in control.
I believe everything comes with a price tag. And when I say everything, I mean – EVERYTHING.
A Virgin Auction? I find the whole idea distasteful.
Until I see her…
This evening is all about payback.
* * *
Lily steps onto the stage dressed barely, in a little black dress. It dips to show her full juicy cleavage. The type that I love to suck and the hips that I love to have grinding up and down against me. With a single glimpse of the innocent girl, I’ve suddenly forgotten about revenge and payback.
Tonight, is about winning Lily.
Owning Lily.
I must confess that I love the look on my enemy’s face as I lead Lily away.
And just one night with her is enough for me to realise that I can't get enough of her. The innocent girl is a balm that heals my soul. She is a promise that cures me of the darkness that's been buried inside of me for so long.
But Lily has secrets of her own and the secrets that bind us could end up tearing us apart.
I have a choice. And the price I must pay will cost far more than the winning bid…
Chapter 1: Lily
“Remind me why I’m doing this again?”
“Because you need the money, Lily. Remember?” Olivia, my bestie’s walks up to me and slaps me on the butt. I seem to go through these stages of being all confident about selling my virginity one minute. And then the next, I feel as if there’s another way to do this. We live in Roams-wood one of the poorest towns in the South.
Huntersville is about an hour’s drive and by far one of the richest with their oil pool that most of the businessmen bathe in. It’s where most of the people from this town, travel to for work. Construction, farmers who’ve lost their land, most likely to the rich business men of Huntersville, cleaners, drivers, cooks, babysitters, etc. those are the type of jobs most of us have, when we go to work in Huntersville. There’s just one problem; I never applied for any of those jobs. I applied for something completely different, and I need to give it up tonight to one of the richest men in Huntersville.
“The question is which one?”
She sighs as she sits next to me, “Does it matter? The important thing is you got through to two stages, just two more to do. And then you’ll have the money, and then we can focus on the real issue.”
I nod as I think that she’s right, but I’ve got no confidence. I don’t know why I feel this way about it. My palms are sweaty, and I keep rubbing them on the dress.
“Don’t do that. You need to look hot. Not exhausted, especially before you’ve even got there.”
I nod, “I wish I knew who was going to be at the auction.” “Damn, everything's a fucking mystery!”
I lie on her bed as I think about the last couple of weeks.
“I knew I was going to pass the blood checks. I’m still a virgin.”
“I think everyone knows that!” she laughs as I feel better about the mood changing.
“Hey,” I hit her and say, “But the interview was a completely different thing, nothing like the one I had when I started working at the diner. Wendy just tossed an apron at me and said go work in the kitchen.”
I remember that day like the back of my hand. I’d just finished high school and I didn’t want to travel to Huntersville and work like everyone else did in town. Including my big brother, Gary. No, I must have been the only girl that couldn’t pass her driving test and the idea of relying on Gary to take me to work and back didn’t feel like a good option. Working in the local diner and being able to take my bike and have my independence felt like a better idea.
I’ve said a lot more than I should have said about the auction. I had so many documents to sign after the interview. They practically locked me in the restaurant where it was held, so that I could read and find out my rights if I’m chosen tonight.
The part that I only focused on was the part that said I could get up to $50,000 if I’m selected tonight and the same amount if I manage to spend a successful week with the man that purchases my virginity. That’s the only thing that's been going through my mind, that's just enough money to get Gary out of jail. The sad part is I’d thought that my virginity would be given to my future husband on our wedding night.
Not to the highest bidder.
“You’ve helped me so much,” I hold her tightly, because she’s been my rock and I know that if it weren't for her, then I would have gone insane by now and I’d be homeless. As soon as they came to arrest Gary and I couldn’t afford the apartment. I couldn’t even afford a room on my salary. Olivia offered me her place and I’ve been sleeping on the couch ever since. Until she said that there’s a way that I may be able to help my brother. I didn’t realize that it’d come at such a high price.
“The alternative isn’t even worth thinking about. This is your ticket to do what needs to be done. Just reflect on that. You’ve come so far. Don’t give up now okay?”
I nod because she’s reminding me of the alternative, one that I can’t bear to imagine as being my reality.
“I can’t believe that they’re paying so much for one night and if I’m successful one week. I suppose it’s the best birthday present that a girl could wish for.”
She laughs, “I wish someone would give me that much money on my birthday. Maybe, that worked in your favor and is the reason that you’re being selected tonight.”
There’s just one problem, none of the money is coming my way. I’m doing it for another reason. A self-less one and I suppose that’s the part that upsets me the most. I stand-up and look in the mirror once again, wondering if my long flowing blonde hair is enough for me to be picked tonight. Olivia reassures me that with my sparkling blue eyes I’m one step ahead of the other girls. That’s the one thing that they said in the interview. An older woman with sparkling green eyes and dark hair and a man, that was probably a littl
e older. He didn’t do much talking. Maybe he was there to observe. He didn’t even introduce himself.
She did, she smiled and reassured me. I wonder if she’ll be there tonight? If she’ll make me feel the same way that she did that day when the car came to get me. My mind drifts to the restaurant where the interviews were held. The restaurant that I’d never heard about until that day, was empty. The only people there were a few security men and them. I didn’t even see the other applicants. It was so top secret, that I didn’t even know where it was being held.
I had a letter saying that I’d been a successful candidate and could I be home by a particular time. Again, Olivia helped me buy clothes for the interview as she’d done for the auction today. If she hadn’t I’d be doing both of them in my diner uniform or sweats. She bought jeans and a shirt for me. She didn't have to, but she was going out of her way for me. Even giving me a piece of her home, seeing as I had nowhere to live.
I know that she’s trying to make me feel better.
Is it working?
A little, but I need a bit more insurance that I’m doing the right thing.
“There’s no other way, right?”
She nods, and I stare into her green eyes thinking that I never pictured my life like this. My virginity was something that I would keep for that special someone. That’s the way I always dreamed it would be, but then again doesn’t every woman do that.
“You need to stop thinking of it as a bad thing.”
Curiosity got the better of me, “Why do you say that?”
“Oh, you never know you may fall in love and live happily ever after.”
I laugh at the idea of it all.
“Damn, you’ve been reading too many novels. It’s only for one week. I’m selling my virginity and spending one week with the lucky winner. That’s the part that you’ve been feeding me. That he's the lucky one and not me.”
“Yes, and he will be a lucky winner. Any man that gets you for the week will be lucky. Don’t you think any other way about it? I won’t let you.”
She’s missing the most important part. The fact that this event only takes place twice a year and I may not get picked. She’s making out that the guy will be the lucky one. I need to win this, like the air I breathe. Everything’s on this, and it’s a matter of life or death.
“I’m not sure I should have gone with the gold dress. Maybe I should have…”
“Stop it, here we go again. The dress is perfect. It emphasizes your tiny waist and those big puppies that you’ve got going on.”
“They’re not that big.”
“They’re big enough to fit in my hand,” she cups one of my breasts, and it clearly doesn’t fit inside it. So, she puts both her hands underneath my dress. But, even that’s not enough to cover them.
“Okay, Okay I get the point,” I say as I move away from her. The fact that she’s pinching them because, as she’s said so many times, why did I have to have everything and she have nothing? As the going says, those that have it aren’t satisfied and those that don’t want it so bad.
Either way, tonight meant everything!
I need to get the money. Otherwise, I can say goodbye to everything, something that I can’t afford to do.
“Okay, put my hair up.”
“Are you sure, that long flowing blonde hair and those baby blue eyes will make you a winner.”
No, I needed to look different, the dress is gold. Okay, it’s short and leaves nothing to the imagination, but my hair needs to be up so that I can show off my neckline and maybe my tits too. Now, I feel like cattle being sold on farmer’s day. I had too much to lose and everything to gain by winning tonight even if it meant doing something that Olivia thought I shouldn’t be doing. My gut feeling was telling me that it should go up in a bun. We had a little time, and I could spare it. After tonight I wouldn’t. Time was running against me and not only did my life depend on it but my brother’s too.
Chapter 2: Blake
I’m in dad’s study because in about an hour’s time I have to do something, which I don’t want to do. When dad first told me about the other side of the business, I thought that it was a joke. I’d spent the last three months looking at the company’s books and trying to figure out what this company was all about VC Enterprises.
I thought that maybe it was to do with a particular brand of ladies underwear, but then I thought that dad wouldn’t be as risky as that. When he told me what it was, I laughed, but then I realized that it wasn’t a joke, seeing as I was the only one laughing. Not that dad was the type to laugh, he rarely did that if at all.
Which was why the whole idea that he sold virginities, made me look at him in a different light. I'd seen too many sides of him over the years, and none of them were cute, but this one, this was something that didn't bear thinking about.
Kind of like when I was a kid, and the other kids would talk about hearing their parents having sex. I would always say that if I could hear them, I wouldn't be able to look at them ever again with a straight face. The whole idea of it used to gross me out then, right now it kind of freaks me out.
“Remind me why I’m doing this again?”
My dad frowns as he looks up from his Mac and looks me directly in my eyes, “Because, you’re my son and I need you to take over from me when I’m gone. That means being part of every auction.”
“But a virginity auction? Seriously dad when you said that I should take over, I thought you said from the oil business, the factories, the mines or even the damn night clubs. Not from the virgin auctions. Who the heck came up with that idea?”
He avoids my eyes as he looks at me. I can tell that he’s serious, well I saw the books, and the whole thing isn’t a game. Girls sign up for this shit. Poor girls. Ones that are desperate for money, for whatever reason. There’s a whole month of pruning, before they can be in the auction. Like they’re pieces of meat being sold to the highest bidder. Thank goodness it only takes place twice per year. I can’t believe that men pay for this, but when I saw the list of the clientele, it made me think of the business in a whole different light.
“Your grandfather did!”
I choke as I think about the ruthless man that I’d inspired to be, being nothing more than a pervert.
“Why not go down the brothel route?”
I ask as I stand up and walk around the room. This is just an expensive form of prostitution.
“You practice BDSM?”
How did he know? “I’ve been to your house a few times, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s in the basement. So, it’s in your blood.”
I snuff, “Paying for sex?”
“No.”
He folds his arm as he relaxes back in his armchair as if he’s talking to one of his employees. I know it’s even more serious as he takes off his glasses and faces me.
“This is about your mom, isn’t it?”
Maybe he did remorse and miss her. At times, I hated him, because it was as if it was business as usual. There were no changes in our lives. We had lost the most important person that connected us, and he'd act as if nothing was wrong. I hated him back then for it because my world crashed completely and I'd lived with the way that I'd handled it.
Not good, but no one's perfect.
Especially me.
“This business started long before your mom died. You’re not listening to what I just told you.” He turns on one of the leading lights, and the room lights up. I can see his expression and the temptation to ask him if he’d ever slept with one of the girls came into my mind, but then I decide against it. He’s my last living relative and even though it’s been over three years, the pain and memory of her life slipping through her fingers and her losing her fight to cancer is still fresh in our minds.
“Son, I know that you’re still hurting about your mother. No woman can ever compare to her, but this is a business. This has nothing to do with anything personal. Besides, it’s one of the oldest Fisher businesses.”
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I laugh, “I thought that was the oil business.”
“And this is no different to having a golf meeting. You go on the course, and you have fun with one of your business clients. You mingle. You enjoy and then it’s all over in a week. I’ve had cars sent to me and some of the gifts that you’ve enjoyed in the past.”
‘“Really?”
“Yes. Blake just go and have some fun. Don’t think about it and make sure that you experiment with one of the girls. Experience it and like a well-refined wine you’ll be going back for more.”
“Dad, I don’t pay for sex.”
“That’s what I said to my dad when he sat me down and told me about the business. Now, I dabble once in a while.”
He stands up to face him; there’s a struggle of minds as I can see that he’s waiting for me to ask him the question. Daring me, in fact, to know if he did it while he was married to mom. Would the answer make a difference?
No.
I decide that it’s best to let sleeping dogs lie as I take a deep breath and say, “Well, I better go and let the games begin.”
He nods, “I knew that you would see sense.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re too loyal not to.”
Then he sits back down again. Maybe that’s the issue; it’s not that I want to do it. It’s the fact that after all I’ve been through I still end up at the back of the old man. I obey him hoping that one day, I'll have his respect. I should have learned by now that it’s not possible. No matter how hard I’ve tried in the past, I always end up at the same place with the same results.
A big fat nothing!
And in a situation that I don't want to be in. I don't care how good the pussy is, I've never paid for sex, and I've never fucked a virgin. There are two reasons for that, having a woman with both or even one of those criteria is bad news, and I have enough problems in my life without looking for more.
Chapter 3: Lily
I’m in dad’s study because in about an hour’s time I have to do something, which I don’t want to do. When dad first told me about the other side of the business, I thought that it was a joke. I’d spent the last three months looking at the company’s books and trying to figure out what this company was all about VC Enterprises.