I go to the dining room table, and sit down. I’m not as sore as I thought I’d be. I found some extra-strength pain pills in the medicine cabinet. They really did think of everything. It’s going to come in handy, if Oliver’s appetite keeps up. And mine.
I feel so different, this morning. The genie’s out of the bottle, and I want sex. I want sex with Oliver. I wonder if this is what it’s like for everyone. Though, everyone probably doesn’t shack up in a penthouse suite with their own private billionaire…
Oliver brings over two plates. He scrambled some eggs, too! I don’t wait for him to sit, and dig right in. “These are some of my favorites,” I say, swallowing my first mouthful. “How did you know?”
He shakes his head. “Wasn’t intentional. Just what I felt like making.” The french toast is good, the eggs are better.
I almost inhale my food. Guess I was hungry. He’s taking his time, as he eats. I lean in and kiss his cheek. “After you polish that off, what do you say we get back to the bedroom?”
He looks at me, and smirks. “I’ve created a monster, huh.”
I nod. “All your fault. I blame you entirely.”
He nods. “Actually, there is something we should take care of, first. If we are sticking around a while longer, we should decide for how long. There will be some papers to fill out.”
I nod. “Sounds simple enough. How long did you have in mind?”
He wipes his lips and puts down his napkin. “I was thinking another week. Or.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Or?”
He pulls my chair closer to his. He puts his hands on my thighs. “We could end things today. Go somewhere else. Go anywhere else. Together. Take the Palace out of the equation. The world’s your oyster.”
I bite my lip. Hm. “Iiiii… don’t know.”
The smile fades from his lips. “Why not?”
“Well. We have an arrangement, here. It benefits me to stick around. It benefits me greatly to stick around.”
He nods. He looks so serious, now. “Is it just about the money?”
I shake my head. I reach out and caress his cheek. “Babe, we just met. I don’t know a thing about you, outside the last two days. I mean, I know it’s expensive, but I feel safe, here.”
He pulls back. “Safe?”
I nod. “Here, I’m with you. I don’t have to worry about anything else, anyone else.”
He turns his head just a bit. “You’re saying you wouldn’t feel safe, traveling with me.”
I shake my head. “No. I’m not saying that. But…” I think for a second before I speak. “What if you get bored with me? Or I say the wrong thing, and you decide to dump me in Paris??”
He looks at me. He opens his mouth to answer, but I cut him off. “I don’t think you get how much more power you have than me. It’s easy for you. You’re rich! You’re a guy! If we left the Palace… what would I have? Anything I earn this weekend is gonna be tied up for god knows how long. It’s not like they’re just gonna hand me a duffel bag packed with hundred dollar bills.”
He stands up, and starts pacing across the floor. “Do you have any feelings for me at all?”
I sit up taller, feeling heat in my cheeks. “What? Of course I do! But this is— I’ve never done anything like this before, Olly. Please try to see where I’m coming from.”
“But you don’t trust me.”
“Trust takes time! I mean, do you trust me?”
He doesn’t answer. I hold out my hand for him. “Please come here, baby. I’m not trying to make you angry. You asked me a question, I answered it. I’m just trying to be honest and open with you.”
He stops, and looks at me. He sees me, holding out my hand. He comes and takes it. He squeezes me too hard. “I just don’t know what the fuck to think right now.”
“You’re hurting my hand. Not so hard, okay?” He squeezes harder for a second, before letting go again.
“Baby. Please. We’ve been having such a lovely time, here. Can’t we enjoy it?”
He turns and shouts. “That’s what I’m trying to do!! I want just go on, enjoying it. Outside this place!”
I suck on my lip. “And you can’t see why that could be… dangerous… for me? There’s a lot of Mitches out there in the world. Here, at least, we can get to know each other. Trust each other.”
He shakes his head. “And bleed me dry…”
The heat in my cheeks intensifies. “Hey. You knew exactly what you were getting into, Oliver. So did I. I signed up for this with my eyes open. And what. You resent me, for taking part in the same arrangement? Nobody forced you to come here. Nobody goaded you into bidding twelve million dollars on a girl you’d never seen before.”
He looks at me, deep red in his face. “You know why I did it?? Huh?”
I shake my head. “Because when I saw you on that stage, it pulled on me. I had to look after you. Take care of you. And yes, sleep with you. I know the sort of guys that show up to these things. They’re legendary. And the guys? Not so much. I saw you up there, looking so vulnerable and defenseless, and I had to do everything in my power to have you. To protect you.”
I feel heavy, inside. This isn’t fun anymore. “I’m not as defenseless as you think.”
“Well you could have fooled me,” he shouts.
I take a breath. I count to ten. Oliver doesn’t look like he’s trying to stay calm, anymore. I clear my throat. “I admit. I played up… feeling vulnerable, up there. I was told to do exactly that. And it was true. But I am so much more than the girl you saw on that stage, Oliver. Just as I’m sure there’s so much more to you, than the charming prince I’ve gotten to know.”
He looks at me, his face doesn’t budge an inch. “What exactly are you saying?”
I stand up. I go to him. “Baby. I like you so much. I think you’re wonderful. And I’m so… happy about the time we’ve gotten to spend together. You don’t know how scared I was, about coming here. And you’ve been amazing. You have.”
He lets me get closer. “Olly… I care about you. I have feelings for you that are stronger than anything I’ve ever had, for any guy. Ever. I slept with you because it felt right, and I wanted you. And I still want you.”
I reach out, and put my hand on his cheek. “And if you want to spend more time together, know that I do too. Just… please. Let it be on terms we’ve already agreed to. Okay?”
He looks at me. His eyes are shiny and wet. “You mean that?”
I nod. I kiss him, once on the lips. “Every word.”
He lets out a long sigh, and wraps his arms around me. “Okay. Okay.”
He squeezes me tight in his arms, and I hug him back, just as tight. His voice comes out as a groan. “I want you so much. The things you make me feel… this whole experience is completely new to me, too. I’ve never met anyone, this way. I’ve never… I wake up this morning, and you’re important to me. My feelings have only gotten stronger. It’s scary for me, too.”
He pulls away. “I just… I wanted to get away from here. Everything is so polished. So… fake.”
I shake my head. “I’m not fake. I promise you I’m not. And I understand what you’re saying. I just… I can’t run off with you. Not yet, at any rate.”
He nods. He looks away and wipes at his eyes. “Okay.”
I kiss his shoulder. “So. Do you want to keep going, beyond today?”
He looks back at me. “More than anything.”
I lean in, and press my lips to his ear. “Take me to bed.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Oliver
Aubrey leads me into the bedroom. She backs up onto the bed, a sweet smile on her face. She tugs the belt of fabric, keeping her robe cinched shut. The silk robe slides off her shoulders like water. “Come here, Oliver.”
I take her in my arms. I kiss her. She tastes so sweet. Her hands go to my waist, and tug down on my waistband. In a whisper, I’m standing in a pool of fabric. I take a long breath, taking her in. She’s beautiful. She cares fo
r me. And she’s all mine. “Get on the bed.” I do as my girl asks.
I lay back on the bed, and pull her on top of me. I pull her higher, higher, until she’s sitting on my stomach. She bends down, her breasts hanging in my face. I caress her, fondle her, squeeze her in my hands.
She closes her eyes. I know even now, she’s self-conscious of her body. I can’t imagine why. She’s perfect for me. I lift my head, and suck on her nipple. She moans; it seems that she likes that. Good thing, I think, because I love your breasts.
I pull her down on top of me, taking as much of her into my mouth as I can. Her fingers slip through my hair, caressing my scalp. She feels amazing. I’m getting harder with each passing second.
She grinds down, on top of me. She slides down, until her hips are on top of mine. She rubs her wet, slick pussy against my cock. “OhhHhh, Olly… Olly, Olly. My beautiful baby. I want you. I want you inside me.”
I press my face to her chest, and groan. Fuck, do I want her. How could anyone get tired of this girl? Get bored with her?? She’s so wet, already.
She nibbles on my ear. “Condom?”
I lift her off of me, long enough to crawl to the edge of the bed, to the nightstand. I open the drawer, and pull out a packet. I tear it open, and roll the protection down my shaft. “There now. All properly dressed.”
She giggles, and rolls onto her back. “Come here, Olly. I need you.”
I pounce on her, and she breaks out in more giggles. I put myself between her thighs, and savor the view. “God you’re gorgeous.”
She blushes, and shakes her head. “You’re pretty good looking yourself.” She takes my shaft in her fingers, and starts stroking me. “Mmmm… Is that for me?”
I nod, and kiss her cheek. Her neck. “Everything is for you, Aubrey.”
She guides me to her lips, and sucks in a breath. “OhHhhh…”
I penetrate her, and she moans, long and soft. “MMmmmMmm… yes, Olly. Fuck your little girl…”
I press in deeper, filling her with my cock. A groan slips out of me. She feels so good… I begin to rock inside her; deeper, then shallow. Deep, and shallow.
She’s tight. She wraps her legs around my calves, and holds me to her. “UUummm… Olly. Olly. My billionaire. My prince charming.”
I push into her, again and again. God. I close my eyes, and put all my focus inside her. I want to fill her up. I want to give her everything. I’ve never fucked anyone with such intensity before. I’m her first. I want to be her only. Her only lover. Her only man…
“Aubrey. I love being inside you. Mmmmm…” I press myself to her cheek. I feel her heat, against mine.
She hisses in a breath. “Olly!! Ohh!!” I dip into her sex, over and over, pushing deeper. I want to lose myself in her. I feel her tighten around me. Her legs are trembling against my own. I put my hand on top of hers, our fingers intertwine.
She lets out a sob. “OhHOOHhh!” She bites into my shoulder. “Oliver!” I feel her buckle underneath me. She screams past my ear, as she comes.
She tightens against me with every muscle in her body. I keep pouring myself into her pussy, over and over. I look down on her, flush and content in my arms.
“Ohhhh, Oliver. Come in me. Come inside me, baby. I want you to let go…”
I want so badly to let go. I want to come. This growing, intense warmth trying desperately to fly out of my cock and fill her up. I want to come. I want to come…
It feels like it starts behind me, and passes through me. This intense bolt of pleasure courses through me, stays in me for a heartbeat, before spilling out of my body. I lose control. I scream. I let go. My cum splashes inside her. Delicious wet heat leaves my body and I can’t fight it. I don’t want to. I’m still screaming.
I feel the last of that intensity pass out of me. I’m on top of my baby, trembling. She rubs her fingers down the back of my neck. “Ssshhhh, Sshhh. Sshshhh. It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”
There are tears in my eyes. This great weight in my chest has disappeared, taking with it any doubts about Aubrey. Doubts about us. None of that fucking matters, right now.
I’m still inside her. She looks up into my eyes, and kisses me. “You’re amazing, Oliver. Just amazing.”
I pull free of her, making sure the condom comes with me. I let out a long sigh, and begin to catch my breath. Oh my god. Oh, god.
I crash down next to her, exhilarated. Spent. Happy. I break out in a laugh, and wrap my arm around her. I pull her to my chest, and she hugs me.
“Ohhh, fuck. I think that was the best yet,” she says, tracing a line down my body.
“Absolutely, baby. Absolutely.”
I lie there, as a feeling crystallizes inside me. I never want this to end. I never want to leave her. Not now, not a week from now.
I want her to be mine. Period.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Aubrey
We call down to the front desk. Oliver wants to spend another five days with me. In just minutes, Alia shows up with a manila folder full of paperwork.
She clicks her pen, before handing it to Oliver. “This says that you both agree to an extension of your original contract for an additional five days and nights, and the additional sum of thirty million dollars.”
I swallow, and shake my head. Jeez, to hear it out loud like that. Thirty million dollars. Fifteen would go to me, plus half the original twelve. Good god. Twenty-one million dollars for a single week of my life.
Oliver gets ready to sign. I put my hand over his. “Babe? Are you sure about this? I mean… this is a lot of money.”
He smiles, and signs anyway. “You’re worth it, Aubrey.”
I sign and initial where Alia tells me to. She nods, takes back the pen, and collects the folder. “Enjoy your stay!”
She gets up from the table, and disappears out the door.
I’m left sitting there in my silk robe, next to the man that’s just signed away forty-two million dollars for a week with me. I take his hand again.
“So. What should we do?”
He smiles, kisses my hand, and shakes his head. “Whatever we want.”
~~~
I feel every second of our first two days together… and the next few days are just a blur. I feel dizzy with it all. The food is incredible, the sex is amazing. I’ve never been anything close to pampered like this, my whole life.
As time goes on, Oliver grows more possessive. I tell myself it’s the power of this place. He’s paid a king’s ransom for me, for my time. It’s easy to fall into the role of his… companion. I do what he asks, when he asks. But he can be so kind, too. So attentive. And so dominant. I confess, it’s a turn-on…
I like the exclusivity of it. We do leave the room, of course. And we see other couples here and there in the Palace. But Oliver only has eyes for me. It’s very flattering.
The days pass, one after another. Thursday night comes around. I can barely walk. We lie in bed, spent and more than a little sore.
Oliver strokes my hair as we look up at the ceiling. He kisses my forehead. “What do you say to—”
I groan, and try to pull away. “NoooOOoooo… No more! I can’t take any more!”
He doesn’t let go, but he’s not using force. “I wasn’t going to suggest that. Good god, I’m not a machine.”
I look at him. “Then what?”
He tilts his head, and looks deep into my eyes. “Well.” He kisses my lips. “I was going to ask if I could see you out in the world, after we leave this place.”
I don’t pull away. I suspected he might want something like this. I kiss him. “I think that’s something we should talk about, actually.”
He pulls back a little, so we can see each other better. “Okay… I’m listening.”
“Olly, you’re the most incredible man I’ve ever known. And I’m so glad it was you.”
He blinks. “But.”
I take a breath. “But. This place is… intoxicating, and it’s not really real. How much of your r
eal self have you shown me, this week? If we did see each other out in the world, would I be just property to you?”
He takes a breath and lets it out. “I don’t know. I’ve tried to be open with you. The feelings I have for you, they’re definitely real. That’s the real me. But… yes. I like this arrangement.”
I’m not surprised. “I’ll bet. You tell me to do something, I’m obligated to do it.”
He smirks. “Are you saying you don’t enjoy—?”
I bat at his chest. “No, of course not. That’s not the point. I’m saying… if we took this outside the Palace, I’d want to be your equal. Not your… not your prostitute.”
He doesn’t say anything. I take his hand, and I kiss his knuckles. “You’re handsome, and charming, and confident… and yes. I could see myself falling in love with you.”
“Then why don’t you want to?”
I shake my head. “I’m not saying that. I’m open to exploring a relationship with you. As equals. That’s important to me. I’m nineteen. I’ve got my whole life ahead of me. And thanks to you, enough money to explore… whatever I want. I mean, c’mon. I need to do something with my life, beyond just being your kept woman.”
He nods. “I get that.”
He pulls away further, and sits up on the edge of the bed. “You know, after our first time together, I was worried I could get bored of you. It’s happened before. I meet a girl, we fuck, and that’s it for me. I lose all interest.”
He turns to look at me. “Then there’s you. The more time I spend with you, the more I get lost inside you… the more I want. I need you, Aubrey. And I’ll do anything it takes to keep you around.”
I’m dizzy again. It’s like he knows exactly what I want to hear. Every single time. I take a breath.
“Olly… I don’t think we can leave here together. I think we need a break.”
His mouth hangs open. “What are you saying?”
I sit up in bed. “I’m saying, I need to get back to the real world for a bit. Maybe just a few days, maybe longer. Get away from this place, before you and I make any plans for the future.”
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