Can't Buy My Love: Billionaire and Virgin Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  Will stands himself up from his place between my legs. “Would you like to lose your virginity to me tonight, Samantha?”

  For a moment, I’m not sure that I hear his question to me. In part because my mind is on other things, but also because I wasn’t expecting him to be so blunt. So forward, even though he’s already demonstrated that streak to me once this evening.

  But I don’t wait to answer him. Even in my surprise and lingering shock, I know what my answer is. My body is already warming and squirming with it. My pussy’s already wet for him. I’m imagining what he’s going to taste like. How he is going to feel all the way inside of me, though it embarrasses me to realize I have so much actual hunger inside me, not just jealousy.

  I nod to him, swallowing the spit in my mouth.

  Briefly, I wonder if he’s going to take me here and now. If he’s going to ask me to turn around on this chair and present my pussy to him for fucking. I tense at this thought, already in love with the idea.

  But, as I quickly find out, Will has different ideas. He looks at me, backs up, and points to the floor in front of him. “Then you’ll have to earn that reward. Do some good work for it, Samantha. Understand?”

  I nod, and slide myself off the chair. Without being told to, I crawl softly and slowly to him, and kneel myself demurely in front of him. I hang my head, waiting patiently for whatever command might follow.

  Will just chuckles with amusement, reaches behind my head and unclasps the gag. I look up questioningly as he does this. I wasn’t expecting it. I also was prepared to keep the gag in. I wanted to keep it in.

  As I look up at him, I see that, while the other gag has been removed, he has another waiting in the wings. This gag is a little different from the one I was already wearing. Instead of a ball, it has a circular part to keep my mouth open. It will keep my lips pulled wide, but there is space for my tongue to fit through or for something to fit into my mouth.

  I bow my head, giving him silent permission to put this new gag on me.

  “Good girl,” he purrs, sweeping my long waves of brown hair away so he can fasten the gag around my head, and fit the “separator” part of the gag in my mouth. “Nice and quiet.” He says this, as he puts everything firmly in place, and I get use to the open air on my teeth and gums and the way my mouth is propped open just so. I still can’t speak, but I’ve learned that that doesn’t matter with Will’s next words. “You’re going to suck my cock until I come. Got that? If I enjoy myself well enough, you’ll have earned yourself another surprise.”

  I watch silently as he unzips himself, brings out his long, thick cock, and handles it for a moment before guiding my mouth forward to meet the massive cockhead. I don’t resist and allow Will to plunge my mouth onto his thick member.

  It’s immediately a mouthful. The little “circle” of room in the gag where something could fit through, Will’s long and thick cock takes up all of that space. He fills it all up with not even a millimeter to spare. And my cheeks and tongue? They are quickly overwhelmed with his size, but in a delirious and happy way. All of the slobber I’d been building up due to the first gag and now this one, all of that goes onto his delicious shaft. It drips and slithers down his length, as I reflexively tighten my mouth muscles around him.

  I close my throat a little bit. The sudden force of his cockhead on the back of my throat causes a bit of a gag reflex, but like being gagged in the first place, this is oddly exhilarating. It’s terrifying for a few seconds but exhilarating enough to have my pussy heaving and aching. As Will forces me back and forth on him, setting the rhythm for me, I feel my thighs sliding on one another. I was wet before, and now I’m even wetter.

  I moan happily, allowing myself to slurp and gulp him the same way I sucked and gulped at the ball from the first gag. But his cock is so much better than the ball. It’s so much sexier. I love the taste and texture of it. It’s musky and hard over my tongue. It robs me of all my oxygen, drowns me in my own saliva, and I love it. I’m craving release as I start to really work his cock with my mouth and tongue.

  Up and down I plunge my head, not needing or waiting to breathe. I let his cock take up all the room in my mouth and my throat. I let it push out any and all need to ever say another word. As I feel his girth stretch my throat, I enjoy my dizziness with desire.

  I groan, enjoying the feeling of his fingers near my throat. He’s not holding hard enough to choke, but enough to let me know he’s there, and appreciates my work.

  Indeed, Will is groaning and panting now. I hadn’t realized he was making any noise, but now I do. I hear him huffing and sighing.

  “Oh, yeah, Samantha,” he growls, “oh yes, my Samantha babe, that’s it. That’s what I like.”

  With this, I taste and feel him getting harder. I actually feel his shaft pulsate and thrust with some contraction of muscles. Some plumping in him, even though he was already delectably massive.

  “Good, good girl!”

  I start pushing my mouth down on him as far as I can go and holding. I start pulling myself off him only when I give my coughing, gagging noise. And even then, I don’t do so until I tighten my throat around him. Until I make sure my mouth is nice and tight around him on the ride up.

  I’m doing this fast and hard, seeing little black dots at the corner of my vision. These let me know I might pass out, but I don’t care. My clit is hard. My lips are drenched with sucking on him. Thinking these thoughts, I taste the first drops of cum on my tongue. They’re salty and sweet somehow, and I have a thought that I wouldn’t mind if he kept his cock in me like this even after he comes.

  Which he does, a moment later, his whole length of bunching in my mouth, like a pistol ready to unload. And with one great heave and clench from his balls, from the muscles down the length of him, he does. He spurts strong, thick waves of seed down my throat and along my tongue. They splash and tumble into my mouth with gusto, and I swallow them with equal enthusiasm. I drink them obediently, sucking and licking everywhere I can for more.

  “Good girl, Samantha,” says Will, sliding his creamy and coated cock in and out of my mouth, along my tongue, allowing me to clean up the last of him. “You did wonderfully. You certainly will be rewarded.”

  As he says this, I feel empty and lonely. I miss his cock as it slips out of the ringed opening and gets placed back into his slacks.

  I sit quietly, waiting for what he’s going to say next. What offer or challenge he’s going to level at me, now that I’ve done well by him.

  It comes moments later, as I hear his zipper fall back into place. “Want to come home with me, Samantha? I have lots more to reward you with there.”

  Go home? With him? My heart flutters happily. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, with anyone else. I look up at him and nod.

  He takes me from the floor like my kinky knight in shining armor. “Then let’s get you dressed and out of here to my limo, and then to my personal sanctuary.”

  Chapter Six - Will

  Samantha’s a joy to redress. It’s like having my own fashion doll. She lets me manipulate her limbs and position everything just so. She does it all without words, and with the newer gag still in. I decide to tie her sweater back around her hips, making a mental note to get her a newer, better skirt later. Still, I don’t regret shredding that other one to bits. It will make the extra fun I have planned at home that much easier.

  Before we exit the private room, I take the gag off. Mostly so I can get her in the limo and home without too many strange looks from my driver. Even with the gag off, Samantha follows silently behind me. With her obedient step behind mine, I text my driver on the way out to tell him to be out by the curb with the doors open, ready to take us to my mansion.

  Slipping my phone back in my suit jacket pocket, I head for the main doors. I don’t bother to wait for a response from my driver. He’ll just do what I’ve asked him, no questions asked.

  Indeed, the very moment we step free of the
double doors, I see my limo there — pulled straight to the curb, with the driver climbing out and opening the passenger doors. “Here to take you and your companion home, sir,” he intones, bowing low.

  “Make it snappy,” I tell him, climbing inside and bringing Samantha with me. “I’ve got better things to do than sit around in traffic, Jeffries.” With that, I bring Samantha forward in front of me, sit her down on one of the bench seats in the limo, and sit next to her.

  Jeffries obeys my command. He quickly shuts the doors and goes around to the driver’s side. From there, he climbs inside, and starts pulling us away from the club and it’s a vacant curbside. Almost immediately, Jeffries begins maneuvering the vehicle through quieter, lesser-known side streets, all designed to get me home as quick and painlessly as possible.

  A necessity in New York.

  Through it all, Samantha is quiet and contemplative. I don’t exactly know what she’s thinking, but she seems meditative. She seems calm and satisfied. And in a way I could never have imagined, given how she was just an hour or so ago — endlessly and mindlessly chattering away, digging for compliments and for security. And now, she’s just sitting there. Enjoying my company or something, not saying a damn word.

  I wait until we’re almost to my high-end neighborhood, the hilltop with my mansion on it, to say anything. “I thought you’d be talking me to death, now that I gave you your voice back. I thought I wouldn’t get a breather,” I say, smiling. “But you’ve got nothing to say? No complement you want to ask me for?”

  I know I’m being a little mean, but I don’t care. I’m doing this to see if she’s learned anything by being with me or not.

  Samantha straightens her shoulders. If she hears or feels any of my meanness, she doesn’t confront any of it. She just looks at me as if she’s found true Nirvana.

  “I have learned that I don’t need to talk to feel good. I’ve learned I don’t need to say anything to be appreciated or loved,” she says. “I have realized I was being noisy, and nosy too.”

  Her expression is somewhat sad and happy, as we pull in through the large wrought iron gates, and my central fountain piece looms in the windows, quickly followed by the rest of the grand architecture.

  “I’ve realized there’s more happiness and pleasure in silence, so I’m content with it now.”

  Just barely, her eyes begin to take in the new, swanky scenery and light up. She sees the front door of my mansion, which the limo has parked itself in front of.

  “Glad to hear it,” I say, just as I see Jeffries coming around to open our doors. “You’ve definitely earned your reward.” I take her by the hand and lead her out of the limo. “I’ll take you to the special room where I have it waiting for you.”

  ****

  We arrive at my special playroom. The room in my mansion devoted to all things lovemaking, BDSM, and exploration. While there are many things I could reward Samantha with — I could strap her to one of my bedroom walls and fuck her, I could strap her to one of my sex machines, flog her, make her be my pet for the rest of the night — but I’m eager to take her virginity first.

  So, that’s what I do. I take her over to the one and only bed in this room and begin to undress her myself. Samantha lets me do as I please, not once asking a question, voicing a complaint or trying to get involved herself. She just lets me strip her naked, starting with her sweater, and ending with her panties and bra.

  When she stands naked and beautiful in front of me, I cup one of her breasts and taste the hard, tender nipple. I flick and suck it, before lying her down on the bed on her back.

  “I’ve decided I’m going to take your virginity now,” I tell her, “since you’ve been such a good girl.” While I speak, I tie her arms and legs to the bed posts with velvet straps. “Since you’ve learned what lesson I wanted to teach you, I’m going to make sure you enjoy this.”

  When she’s tied up nice and secure, I grab another ball gag from one of my drawers put it on her. It’s a nice one, another one with a large ball. The moment I put it in, she moans and moves her head back in pleasure.

  I’m so hard for her in this moment, I decide on something extra special: a blindfold for her. I put it over her eyes just as I unzip myself and pull out my hard cock again. Already, even though I should be empty from coming earlier, I’m ready for round two. My cock is big and thick, thirsting for her pussy. I climb on the bed, spreading Samantha’s legs for better access. Her pink, bright pussy begs to be fucked as I do.

  “I’m going to take your virginity now, Samantha.” My words are thick and tight, just like I’m hoping she will be. “Enjoy your reward!”

  The moment I say this, I thrust inside. I fill her with me, immediately surprised and overwhelmed by her tightness. When I learned she was a virgin, I knew she would be tight. But I didn’t think she would be this small. Her pussy is lovely, getting warmer and wetter with every inch of my cock that slides into it.

  I feed myself all the way inside of her, moaning uncontrollably. I never moan, but I can’t help it with her. Her pussy walls are just so warm and tight, and the second I’m all the way inside of her, I pound her. I fuck her hard and rough, encouraged by how much she’s whining and mewling with the gag in her mouth. I know she’s in ecstasy.

  I go faster, enjoying the sound and feeling of my balls slapping against her perky little ass.

  “Enjoy my big, thick cock inside you, Samantha,” I breathe, loving the squeal she gives me.

  I increase my speed again, savoring her quick, jittering noises. I feel myself puffing and swelling inside of her. I feel Samantha’s walls doing the same. She is already starting to writhe and twist under me. I can smell her sweet musk growing.

  I increase my speed again, feeling my balls grip and suck inward. I grunt, feeling liquids and sensitivity swirling. I push as far inside her hot pussy as I can, feeling my seed rushing toward my cock tip. The moment her cervix brushes against my dick, I’m gone. I shoot my cum inside her, feeling punched in the gut with each throb and thrust of my balls.

  Samantha moans loudly. Around my gushing cock, her pussy spasms and clenches me tighter. Her orgasm causes her to throw her head back against the bed and breath in pants. Her legs quiver and shake. Her toes curl.

  I keep myself inside her, knowing that she something special. No girl has ever milked me the way she did. I’m definitely going to want her around for a while. Thinking this, I pull out, and shower her with kisses. She’s definitely not my average playmate.

  Epilogue - Samantha

  After being deliciously and roughly fucked by Will in my blindfold and ball gag, I’m delirious with pleasure. I’m beautifully exhausted, not minding being tied to a bed such as this. I suck on the ball gag like a pacifier, knowing I’ll be asleep soon.

  I’m not afraid to be so helpless or silent anymore, as Will climbs into the bed next to me and fondles my tits and then my clit. Both are happy and satisfied in his care, and so am I. If I never have to leave this bed, his playroom or mansion ever again, I’d be the luckiest girl in the world.

  This thought in my head, I do drift off to sleep, dreaming of going to school in nothing but my ball gag and a tight sweater, and thoroughly enjoying myself.

  ***

  When I do wake, I’m still in the bed he lay me in, but I’m no longer blindfolded or tied up. I’m still gagged, but I don’t mind that. It’s become as natural to me as wearing earrings.

  I don’t see Will anywhere in the room or on the bed with me, so I get up to go find him. Somehow, he’s become important to me, someone I don’t want to be without.

  When I do find him — it’s taken me wandering around various rooms in his mansion, and through some strange bit of hallway — he’s in a small sitting room. It’s got a settee in it, a couple vases full of roses on some fine, small tables.

  “You really do love wearing that ball gag, don’t you?” He says this as he walks over to me and takes me in his hands like we’re about t
o start ballroom dancing.

  I nod at him.

  “You’d keep that in all the time if I let you, wouldn’t you?”

  Again, I nod yes.

  He smiles, shakes his head. “I’ll be a damned. Never in a million years did I think I was going to find a girl like you at Club Lush, especially such a chatty one. No woman has ever enjoyed a good ball gag as much as me, nor has she been so agreeable to everything I’ve decided to teach her.”

  Here, he cradles my cheeks in his hands, and leads me over to that settee. “Now I’m nervous at taking my chances with any other girl.” He kisses my cheeks lightly, questioningly, as if he never expected to fall this heavily for anyone. “I’d like to keep you around for a while, Samantha. Keep you as my playmate and companion.”

  He guides me down into the reclined couch. “What do you say? For a little while longer? Would you like to stay with me a few more days?”

  I nod emphatically. I moan a “yes” at him and offer my pussy to him again. I spread my legs, draping them over the sides of the long, plush piece of furniture, knowing I would stay with Will for much longer if he’d let me. A lifetime, I think, as I watch him climb on the settee with me and free his strong, hard cock.

  His brown eyes smolder at me from under his blond hair as he pulls up my legs, drapes them around his neck and shoulders, and thrusts himself forward to my waiting pussy.

  “Then let’s celebrate.”

  Already, I feel him sliding inside me. His cock glides in through my lips, and quickly fills my happy, warm pussy. We both coo in response to our part molding together. I’m moaning like mad from over my ball gag from the strength of him. I love his size and weight inside me. I love the feeling of being stretched and stuffed full.

  I go crazy the moment Will really starts to move inside me. He slips and slides with energy and passion, all the while fingering my clit with his thumb. I start panting and wiggling, letting him know how much I’m enjoying his efforts.