by Amber Young
Heavy thunking sounds come from the door and it thunders open.
“Well well, looks like we’ll definitely get that money back,” says a man dressed in black. Wow, they aren’t even hiding their faces. He turns to another man. “Is she still a virgin?”
“Yup, we had her inspected.”
Fuck, they were looking at my pussy? Ew. Whoa, from the sound of it, it sounds as if they are going to be selling me to some sex ring. Money? Shit, this is serious.
I squirm around and the men above me laugh. They know I’m too drugged to move.
“You know,” the man begins, “your father is the one who did this to you. The old man was desperate. Said you were a virgin and we all know how much they sell for.”
The men cackle above me. My stomach feels heavy. They really are gonna sell me. How could my father do this to me? What the hell was he thinking? He disappeared out of my life five years ago, and this is what he does? Takes out some sort of debt on his own daughter?
If I could see him once I’d rip his throat out. Make them sell his body to some lonely old hag instead.
One of the men get a phone call and they enter the room to pick me up. They carry me to a double door entrance with gold handles. This must be the boss or head in charge.
When they open the door. I nearly pass out again.
Not from the drugs but from anger and embarrassment wrapped up in one.
The man at the gold and white marble desk is no other than Oliver Lothrop! The man at the club!
Our eyes lock once again just like at the club. The look on his face lets me know he didn’t have a clue that they’d be dragging me in.
“Wendy,” he gasps, shooting out of his desk. “Put her down on the couch, now!” he shouts, rushing over to me.
I’m still dizzy, but I can tell he’s upset as fuck. He’s sexy even when he’s pissed.
“Take off her gag, get her out of these cuffs, and bring some food.” He looks at my face, holding my chin in his hands. “You drugged her. Bring in some adrenaline to reverse the effects.”
His men listen to him and the feeling of those cuffs leaving me leaves me feeling more put together. What does Oliver have to do with any of this?
“O-oliver? What…”
“Hush, just relax. You’ll be okay, Wendy.” He exhales sharply. Oliver’s eyes burn into mine, searching me for something. What? I’m not sure, but I don’t think he’s got it in the cards to sell me.
Right?
“Dad, did this… to me…”
“Sullivan White is your father?”
I nod my head. That bastard is my absentee father.
“Who the fuck lists their own daughter as collateral?”
Oliver
Wendy.
Fuck, this is bad. I thought I’d left her behind. But here she is. Drugged out on my sofa, ready to be appraised and sold. If it weren’t me, she’d have been slapped with a price tag of eight billion dollars by now. But I can’t do that. I can’t imagine another man sinking his teeth down on her flesh.
I touch her wrist. She’s shaking. Her eyes are still locked on mine as if she’s trying to apologize. But for what? This isn’t her fault. That scum of a father did this to her and I can feel myself screaming on the inside. The urge to order out a hit on her father right in front of her keeps pulling at me.
But Wendy’s traumatized right now. She was kidnapped and now she’s here. My men come back with food; fruit, sandwiches and drinks of all kinds. I sit back and see her look at the bounty of food in front of her. She doesn’t reach for a thing. I bite my bottom lip from the worry growing inside me.
“Here,” I say, picking up a sand which, “take a bite. You need food in your stomach in order to take the adrenaline.”
She nods her head away from the food placed near her mouth. No, Wendy can’t do this now. She’s too fragile to not eat.
“Wendy, speak to me.” She stays silent. “Wendy,” I say, more firm than before. “Speak, please.” My tone of voice goes down to a more softer pleading voice. I know this is too much for her but I need her to get herself together.
“Boss,” one of my men call out, “Mr. Drox is here to meet with you. Wants to discuss something important that you got.”
I push the food closer to Wendy and order my men to ensure that she’s safe. Not a hair on her head is to be harmed unless they want me to slice their heads off.
***
I have a secondary office, when I walk in I see Mr. Drox, another debt collector, sitting in a chair in front of my desk. I go around and seat myself, nodding my head to acknowledge his presence.
“Mr. Drox. What can I help you with?”
He leans forward in his chair and picks up a suitcase. A metal one. I know what that means.
“Lothrop. I want the girl. The four billion dollar girl.”
My eyes feel like they’re going to explode, the anger rises up to my throat.
“What?!” I yell, standing on my feet. “What do you know about my debt collection?”
“I have her name as collateral too, but for a five million dollar one. That’s why.”
Her father is dead. Dead! Is this what that angelic face and pure body has had to put up with? I have to let Wendy know that I’ll protect her. That I’ll give her justice. That she’s safe with me.
Mr. Drox goes for his gun, he wants her whether he buys her or steals her. Like I don’t know how he tried to ambush my team just now. I got the memo before I got into this office. And he’s gonna be just as dead as Sullivan White in two seconds.
Blam Blam
Mr. Drox is on the ground. Mortally wounded and about to disappear. No one will find his body, not with his blood type. I know too many organ harvesters that’ll want him.
“L-l-lothrop-p-p,” he stutters, blood oozing from his mouth.
“Drox,” I respond, “you don’t think that my cameras didn’t see you going for your gun? I never have to shoot someone in my own office. Oh, and that little team of yours? They’ll be going through surgery… just like you will be.”
He passes out and my men come through the doors.
“Virgil,” I say, getting the attention of my right hand man, “I want to put out a hit on this Sullivan White, okay?”
“Yes, boss,” he replies and bows slightly.
Now I need to get back to Wendy, I need to make sure she’s okay, and that she’s eating.
Chapter Three
Wendy
The food is actually quite good. But the shock of finding out all this stuff with my father and nearly being sold leaves my taste buds coated with shock. So the food doesn’t give me that alluring comfort it should. The only thing I want to do is bury my head into his chest and cry. Unfortunately, my tears come before I can bury my head into Oliver’s nice manly chest. Yeah, that’s just the way it happens with me. I’ll want two things and get the least desired of the two.
For a second I start to worry where my priorities are. The first thing on my mind should be running. I’m alone in a room with countless of pointy objects and the only thing I can think of is being with him… Oliver. Something about that man makes me feel warm and a little bit bothered.
Maybe it’s just the virginity in me talking. I’m twenty and most girls my age don’t have a hymen to their name. Most likely, they lost it to a young guy their age. I wasn’t going to go down like that, and I still won’t. I want an older more experienced guy, like Oliver. I don’t know if he’s really interested in a girl so young like me, but hey, a girl can dream right?
The door opens and I look up to see Oliver come in. He looks at me with grave concern. My eyes trail down his body, silently praising his chiseled body under that tan turtle neck. Did he change clothes from when I last saw him?
“Wendy, you’re eating? I’m pleased. I hope you’re feeling better somehow. Even if it’s just a little bit.”
His voice has a deepness to it. Like a mystery. It makes me feel like I have butterflies in my throat to the point my
words come out as breathy sighs.
“I-I’m fine…” I really don’t know how to interact with a man this godly looking. The way he makes sure I’m comfortable leaves me to belive there really is a soft side to him.
He sits down by me, his cologne wafts off of him as he checks his huge diamond studded Rolex. I’m supposed to be scared. It doesn’t matter how good he treats me, he’s some sort of debt collector! But god, I can’t seperate the man I met at the club from the man I see now.
Should I even try?
“Don’t worry about your father, I have him being taken care of.”
Now his dangerous side shows. “What? What does that mean?”
My gut slowly goes down into descent. A man like him saying soemthing will be taken care of only means one thing… death.
“I put out a hit on him.”
“No!” I yelp. “Please, don’t kill him!”
He gives me a puzzled look. My chest is shaking and my insides feel like they’ve turned into jello molds.
“Your father had a second lien on you, Wendy. He’s scum,” he raises his voice and stands, “he deserves to—”
“No! You don’t know a thing about my father! He suffered alright?” Oliver raises an eyebrow, I have his attention and his patience, “you see… when my father was driving my sister and I to our graduation, we got into a bad car crash. We survived, but my older sister didn’t. Ever since then, he spiraled down, began to drink and things just weren’t the same anymore. I tried to get him help, but he found his solace in gambling. One day he just disappeared with the note of saying ‘I’m sorry’. He taught me all kinds of things, loved me the way a father should love their child. He wasn’t just bad out the gate. Now you take that hit off of him right now!” Tears spill out of my eyes. But I make my point and Oliver hangs his head down in understanding.
“I see. I’m sorry, I was just angry. I’ll have it stopped. Please excuse me for a second.” He dips his head out the door and tells his henchmen to stop the hit. My body finally cools down from the intense emotions that coarsed through my veins. “It’s stopped. Excuse my foolishness, Wendy. I really am a bad man to be around,” he says smiling.
“No, you’re just overprotective. I don’t know why though, I’m nothing that special,” I say, forcing a smile onto my face.
“What? Of course you’re special. I knew that as soon as I saw you on that pole. You’d do much better as a teacher or a nurse or something more innocent of the kind.”
Oliver sits back down by my side and butterflies flutter throughout my body again. Then this… heat emanates from my core. And my inner thighs start to feel damp. Oliver’s much closer to me now than before and his scent drives me up a wall. There it goes again, my v-card wants to be swiped by his big manly cock. I wonder what it looks like or how it feels.
Since the words thank you can’t quite come out, I lean over and kiss him on the cheek. I’d rather be here than at home lonely.
“Oh? Why thank you for your forgiveness. But you see why I’m not good to be around, right?”
“Not at all.” A little danger always excites me.
My face is still close to his. Oliver pulls me in for a real kiss. A kiss only an older man like him can give. Hell a kiss only Oliver can give. If this is what danger tastes like, then I’m all in. My body starts getting closer to his, like he’s metal and I’m some sort of magnet.
He doesn’t necessarily give me tongue, he’s going slow, hoping not to scare me. At least that’s my opinion.
His hands wander like mine and brushes a nipple, I feel it come alive and crinkle under his finger’s attention. I’ve always liked playing with my breast, but the sensation of another man doing it is ten times better.
My little hands rest on his chest and rub around. Wow, he must think I’m terrible at this. Oliver goes down to the nook of my neck and nibbles, my pussy gets hot and wet and my body is shocked with a new sensation I’ve never felt before.
The impending promise of sex.
Oliver
Her lips are sweet just like I’d expect them to be. Wendy shouldn’t be here, but she is now. And oddly enough I have her fucking father to thank for that.
He narrowly escaped my wrath only because his angel of a daughter saved his ass.
I hold my tongue back, but each push of her kiss keeps edging me on, begging for more. I slip in a little tongue, and feel her moan into my mouth with approval.
My hands graze over her breasts, her nipples are getting hard from the teasing and my cock is straining against my pants.
I break the kiss and look at Wendy carefully.
“Are you sure?” I ask her.
“Why? Cause you’re dangerous?”
“My mother used to say that if you ask the same question more than three times the answer usually changes. You have the freedom to leave if you want. Don’t feel like you have to stay. You’re safe now.”
“I know. I’ve been lonely for quite a while. But with you I feel… good. So, I hope you don’t mind me sticking around.”
“I don’t mind it at all.”
Our lips fuse back together and she melts in my mouth like lemon meringue pie.
Her body moves more closer to mine and her legs begin to snake over. Her breasts are cradled in my hands as I thumb over her nipples. A strong electrical shock shoots down my cock and I know it’s time to stop playing nice. She chose the path of darkness and I will fuck her in every corner of it while I protect her and make sure she has everything she needs.
I hike Wendy up and carry her across the office into my bedroom. She breaks the kiss to look around and her little mouth drops open with amazement when she sees the tall windows framed with golden silk curtains and high ceilings. “Your room is fantastic. Fit for a king like you,” she giggles softly. That giggle goes right down to my cock and makes it ache. I need to be inside her right now or else I’ll explode or lose my mind.
I place her on the bed and she begins to take off her shirt. I’m impatient so I rip it open and dive down on her nipples, grinding my hard ass cock against her thighs and the outside of her pussy.
Wendy gasps with each suckle. The response of her nipples in my mouth make my cock cringe for entrance.
That's when I notice her thighs tighten a little. She squeezes my cock a little and I grunt. But something tells me she's more nervous than anything.
"Are you okay? I felt your thighs close. You can tell me to stop anytime. Okay?"
Wendy nods her head. She knows I won't hurt her.
"I'm fine. Oliver... I have to tell you something and I hope you're not upset?"
That worries me. What could she tell me that would make me upset with her?
"What is it? Tell me," I say, searching her eyes. She tries to hide her face behind her hands in embarrassment, but her cuteness only makes my cock hurt more.
"I'm a virgin. I've never done anything like this before. I seriously thought I'd be losing it in that crummy club since all the ladies kept harping about what they do in those private rooms. But I just--"
I place my finger on her lips and hush her. Damn she's so fucking cute. My darkness is going to taint her, but my cock can't seem so stay down. Wendy's face is brushed red. I smile and chuckle. There's nothing about being a virgin that would upset me.
"Wendy, I'm more honored than anything to take your virginity. Though, I'm glad you told me. Plunging this thing down inside you would have caused some pain."
Wendy looks at my cock with big eyes as I show her. Slowly, her thighs inch apart and I find myself massaging them, letting her know I'll be gentle.
Switching position so that my face is right over her pussy and my cock right over her face, I pry open her legs and rip off her panties.
Wendy's little gasps make my cock lurch, and I know she must be enjoying that view.
"Oh wow, it's so big!" she moans.
I dive down into her wetness and savor her pure sweet taste and slightly musky scent. My cock begins to leak when Wendy
begins massaging it with her small lithe hands. Each finger kneading into the right spots. Fuck.
Chapter Four
Wendy
Oliver's cock is dangling right in font of me. Like inches from my face. As soon as I try to touch it I begin feeling his tongue deep inside me and my mind goes numb. Like seriously, I know sex is supposed to feel good, but Oliver's tongue inside me is mesmerizing.
"Oliver," I choke out, feeling him go deeper, licking at my juices. I feel pretty soaked down there. But that's a combo of my juices and his tongue's wetness. My thighs begin to squeeze again. Not because I'm nervous or anything. But because his mouth feels that good. My nipples are shooting stars right now. If I arch my back any further, it'll break!m
"You taste so good, Wendy," he moans, face deep ito my cunt.
"You feel good," I respond in short gasps. I finally get a hold of his cock and begin stroking it, taking in the thickness and hardness. Not to mention his veins. God, can there be this much definition in a cock. This is so different than what I've seen in porn and on the internet.
Watching his precum slide down his shaft, I take a curious lick at it and begin sucking him down. He's got a nice neutral taste. He fills my mouth up and even twitches inside.
"Wendy, suck harder, dear," Oliver moans, his voice raspy from my first attempt at 'giving head'.
Oliver goes back down on me and it's getting really hard to suck his cock with the way he's making me feel down there. I almost come several times, but hold back. I don't want to come until he's inside me fucking me deep.
Why is he taking so long? Does he think the more he licks me the less painful it will be to pop my cherry or something?
"Oliver, I don't want to wait anymore, please, take me."
"Impatient now, aren't you?" he says, teasing me. He sticks his fingers inside me, playing with my hardened clit. Fuck.
"Oh, god!" I moan aloud.
"That's a good Wendy."
