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

by Jamie Knight

  “We’re about to walk down some stairs. Let me guide you.”

  “Are we at your house?” I asked.

  “Yes,” was the only reply I got.

  “Does the initiation take place in front of other people, because if it does, I don’t want that.”

  He pulled me closer into his body; my curves pushed up against his hard muscles. His hands traced my chin and jerked it up towards his face—or what I assumed was his face.

  “It’s not for you to decide what you want. No more talking,” he ordered. “All I ask is that you trust me.”

  His lips met mine in a quick, light kiss. It was infuriating.

  As hard as it was not to ask any more questions, I bit my tongue and kept quiet. Not an easy feat for me.

  “We’re coming to the last step then we’re going to walk forward about ten more feet.”

  I allowed him to steer me forward. When we stopped walking, I heard hushed voices, but I couldn’t guess how many people were there. It felt like we were in a large room. Some of the windows were cracked and I could feel the cool breeze of the night air seeping in just slightly.

  Kane tried to let me go but I clung to his hands.

  “I don’t want anyone else to touch me,” I begged, close to tears. “Please tell me no one but you will touch me. Oh, God, you’re not going to brand me with a hot iron or anything, are you? I don’t want any markings on my skin.”

  He cupped my cheek in his hands. “You belong to me. Everyone else is aware of that, and only I will ever touch you. And no, I’m not going to brand you. Why would I want to scar your beautiful skin? Relax, Reese. Let yourself go and try to enjoy this.”

  He traced a finger along the blindfold where it pressed into my cheek. I nodded and tried to catch my breath. I had wanted something new. I had wanted Kane—and Kane was an adventure. Unbidden, my hands moved up to my chest and clenched the star pendant there. The familiar points pressed into my fingers and I started to relax.

  Sensing my acceptance, Kane went to my back and put his hands on my shoulders. He leaned down and hovered his mouth to my ear. “Now turn and face the crowd,” he whispered.

  And I did.

  Chapter Nineteen - Reese

  A hush fell over wherever we were, and a hum of excitement filled the air. It was as if the people gathered had been waiting for this display, this initiation. My initiation.

  Kane cleared his throat.

  “Thank you all for spending Saturday night with us,” Kane announced to the crowd; his deep voice echoed of the walls a bit. “It’s been a while since we’ve welcomed anyone into our private club and Reese has proven herself a worthy addition. I set her a chastity-belt challenge for the past two weeks, and she more than passed.

  “Let me make this clear once more. She’s mine. No one may touch her or instruct her to do anything. If anyone goes against my wishes, there will be disciplinary action and possible expulsion. Remember safe, sane and consensual.”

  He pressed his lips to my ear and nibbled on my earlobe.

  “Lift your arms.”

  “Kane, I don’t know these people. I—”

  “Pretend like it’s just you and me, Reese. Like we’re the only two people in the room.”

  I could do that. I could swallow down whatever embarrassment I felt about being naked in front of other people. He’d already warned everyone that they couldn’t touch me.

  I raised my arms, and he pulled my dress over my head. His fingers brushed over the curve of my breasts, and my heartbeat kicked up a notch. My nipples puckered into points. I was so turned on that one twist, or pinch had the ability to make me come.

  He entwined his fingers with mine and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

  “I’m going to take off your boots now.”

  Tiny thrills ran through me as he made quick work of removing the rest of my clothes until I wore nothing but a pair of lacey boy shorts over the chastity belt in a room filled with God knows how many people. I wouldn’t admit it to Kane yet, but it was highly intoxicating and arousing.

  “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, tracing his fingertips over my skin lightly. “I missed the curve of your hips and stomach. I’ve missed your ass. Your tits.”

  To prove his point, he pinched both of my nipples, and I responded with a raspy moan. I was slick with arousal, and I wanted him to fuck me so badly it physically hurt.

  “I’ve missed you, too,” I breathed, quiet enough that the others wouldn’t hear.

  “How much?”

  “Enough that I’m already on the verge of coming.”

  “Not yet,” he said and wrapped his hands around my hips.

  The sound of him ripping off my underwear filled my ears and was intensely stimulating.

  When I wore only the chastity belt, he tapped his finger against the front panel.

  “It’s been two weeks since I put this on her and not once has she tried to remove it. That alone shows the strength of her willpower. Not many could withstand the same torture.”

  I felt his fingers move around to the back of the belt and then I heard two gentle clicks. I’m free. I was finally free from my prison. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I felt my metal and silicone prison fall to the ground.

  Part of me started regretting not asking for the time to take a shower. Here I was, bare before all these guests, and all I wanted was to clean up after having the chastity belt on all day.

  As if reading my mind, Kane said, “I plan to wash you and prepare you for me.”

  An involuntary shiver ran down my spine. My hips thrust out just a bit; I was so ready for his touch.

  “I can’t wait to explore every inch of your pussy and watch you cream the more I touch you,” he whispered in my ear.

  I became wetter with every word he said. My hips started to shake with desire.

  “Sit, there’s a chair behind you,” Kane said, gently nudging me backward. “Everything will feel so much more sensitive after this.”

  When the back of my legs hit against the chair, I sat on what felt like a wooden seat covered with a soft towel.

  “Move to the end of the seat and spread your legs.”

  A feathery finger brushed over the hood of my clit, making me gasp and shiver.

  “Do you want more of that?”

  I wiggled forward and opened my legs wide.

  “Yes. So much more. Being touched after so long feels so fucking good.”

  “Keep your hands on the arms of the chair. Only I can touch you. You have no idea how good it’s going to get. Before the night’s over, I’ll have touched and tasted every inch of your pussy. And when I’m done touching and tasting, I might slide my cock inside and fuck you until you beg me to stop and even then, I won’t.”

  I needed to see his eyes, to look into them while he talked dirty. I turned my blindfolded face up towards where I felt his was, but I couldn’t catch a glimpse. Resigned, I lay my hands over the arms of the wooden chair and dug my fingernails in.

  “Do you think you’d like that, pet?” A finger circled around my entrance, and my inner muscles clenched, trying to coax it inside. I concentrated on holding my thighs open and not clamping them shut and trapping his hand.

  “What do you think I think?” I said on a raspy breath.

  My pulse raced so fast, I could hear the whoosh of blood through my veins.

  He chuckled. A few seconds later a damp, warm cloth was placed on my shoulders. He ran the wet cloth up and down my skin, soaking every inch of me.

  After, he brought a sweet, lavender smelling soap to my nose and then touched it to my skin. Slowly, oh so slowly he massaged the soap, working it into a lather. Being touched after so long felt heavenly. It was like getting a massage.

  Kane’s movements were leisurely, sensual, and methodical. He was in no hurry. The soap glided over my skin, and my breathing picked up speed. Who knew being washed by someone could have felt so sexy.


  To stop myself from swaying and my hips undulating, I gripped the arms of the chair and did my best not to squirm or reach down to get myself off.

  After soaping my mound, he pulled open the folds of my lower lips. “Every part of you is as beautiful as the next, and I want to see every inch of your pussy.” Gently, his finger glided down one side and then the other. Using precise and painstakingly slow strokes, Kane continued to wash me.

  “Move forward a little more,” he ordered. “When I said I wanted to see every inch of your pussy, that meant your asshole, too.”

  My pussy and anus clenched, and I bit my lip to hold back the moan that hovered there.

  “You like that don’t you, dirty girl?”

  He applied more soap around my ass cheeks and once again took his time washing me. Being fucked in the ass was one of my darkest and dirtiest fantasies. A fantasy I was sure Kane would have no problem fulfilling.

  “Finished.”

  He wiped my soapy flesh with a warm, wet cloth from front to back and then patted me dry with a soft, cotton towel. I could hear him stand back and look over my now spotless body.

  “You’re drenched.”

  To demonstrate, he slid his fingers back and forth through my sopping folds. As if the need to come wasn’t already strong enough.

  “Can I feel?” I begged.

  He took my hand and guided it between my legs.

  “Mmmhmm.”

  I loved the smoothness, the silkiness, and the sexiness of my pussy. I moved my fingers to my lower lips, and I couldn’t help but slide a finger around my opening and then up to my throbbing clit. I didn’t want to stop. I’d missed touching myself and making myself come on my fingers.

  “Enough,” Kane instructed.

  “Can’t I play for a little while longer?” I asked in a breathy whisper. “It’s been so long.”

  He stilled my hand with his.

  “I said that’s enough. Don’t make me lock you up again.”

  Not wanting to go through that particular torture again, I snatched my fingers away.

  “I see you’ve learned your lesson.”

  He chuckled a bit.

  “You have no idea.”

  He placed his palms on top of my knees and pushed them as wide as they could go, exposing me to whoever else was with us. The longer I was in the room with other people, the more I didn’t mind and the more turned on I got. If I was honest, being watched but not being able to see was a heady aphrodisiac.

  Kane pressed soft kisses up and down my thighs until they quivered, and when I didn’t think I could take any more teasing, he clamped his lips over my clit and sucked hard.

  My back arched, and incoherent words tumbled from my mouth. I pushed myself against his probing tongue seeking the release that I’d been denied for twelve days.

  The edge of his teeth brushed against my engorged clit, and I was about to lose it, but then he stopped.

  “Please, Kane, Sir. Don’t stop. Let me come,” I begged.

  “You like my face between your legs, don’t you? You like me eating you out and tasting your cream.”

  “So much,” I sighed.

  A smack against my pussy made me yelp, and a hot, stinging sensation radiated from my core. He smacked again and again and again, and before I could register what was happening, he slid two fingers into my sopping wet pussy and pummeled me.

  “Oh, God,” I gasped. My inner muscles clamped down on his fingers, and my arousal flowed over his hand. He inserted a third finger, stretching me wide. Just when I teetered on the edge, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue.

  “Kane, let me come. Please.”

  I would lose my fucking mind if I didn’t come soon.

  He tongue fucked me, but when I was on the brink of climaxing, once again he pulled back and stopped.

  Now his thumb was in my pussy, and his fingertips rimmed my ass. I ground against him. Pressure built up inside and I was close to exploding into millions of pieces. But he stopped, twisted his hand and resumed finger fucking me, pressing his fingertips against my inner walls.

  “I’m going to come. I can’t stop it. I’m going to come,” I screeched.

  “Then come for me, pet,” he ordered. “Come hard and gush all over my hand. Show everyone here what I do to you.”

  Even if he hadn’t given me his permission to come, I wouldn’t have been able to hold back. An orgasm ripped through me, and cum squirted from my body.

  I’d been dreaming of an orgasm this intense for as long as I could remember. I couldn’t stop convulsing or squirting. The release was as intense as I’d always imagined it would be.

  Once I was spent, I sagged forward on the wooden chair, but Kane didn’t stop pummeling me. His fingers glided in and out of my sopping pussy.

  “You’re not done yet. You have more to give, I know it.”

  He was right. A second orgasm tore through me, taking my breath away.

  “No more,” I cried out. “I can’t take anymore.”

  He pulled his fingers from my pussy and stood up. I could hear the rustling of the fabric of his pants.

  “You’ll take whatever I give you, Reese. Like my cock. You’re going to suck it deep and hard.”

  “Let me see you,” I begged.

  “Not yet, now open up.”

  Obediently, I opened my mouth, and without warming me up, he slid in balls deep. Saliva dripped from me as he fucked my mouth hard and fast.

  He grabbed my hair, holding me in place. The seat beneath me was slick with my come, and even though I’d just had two intense orgasms, the need for a third rose inside of me.

  Kane’s balls hit off my chin as he continued to hammer into my mouth. His balls tightened, and his grip on my hair strengthened. On a growl, he spilled his hot seed down my throat. I swallowed every single drop. After I’d sucked him dry, he pulled out and rubbed the tip of his dick over my lips.

  Then, without warning, he ripped off the blindfold. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the bright room. Embarrassed, I glanced around expecting to see a full room but saw… no one.

  “Where is everyone?” I asked, confused.

  “There was never anyone here,” Kane admitted. “The sounds were a recording. It was a test to see if you were willing to follow orders whatever the circumstances.”

  I wasn’t sure if I was relieved, disappointed, or pissed off. The thought of having people watch me naked and blindfolded was as exciting as it was scary.

  “Was that my initiation?” I asked, my voice a surprised whisper.

  “No, this is.”

  He positioned himself until his lips were in line with mine.

  He gave me a slow, sensuous kiss that deepened with every passing second, and when he broke away, he whispered, “Welcome to the club.”

  Chapter Twenty - Kane

  Her nails biting into the arms of the wooden chair, Reese leaned into my kiss. Her lips and mouth were desperate and breathless on mine.

  I had pushed her, yes, but in tonight’s test she had shown me just how dirty she really was. Soon, she would be putting herself on display for real. The thought pleased me. But not yet. For now, I wanted to keep her my dirty little secret.

  I traced a hand down her chest, over one of her soft, creamy breasts and squeezed. Her kiss became more desperate. She had already come twice tonight but she had more in her. I would test her limits with that as well.

  Reaching back, I ran my hands through the thick, silky strands of her honey-blonde hair. I wrapped the locks around my fingers and pulled, Reese’s head jerked back, and she gasped. Her beautiful blue eyes stared up at me full of desire.

  “Would you like to see my bedroom, Pet?” I asked her, while running a finger down the length of her neck which was held taunt by the position I held her head in.

  The power I had over her made my dick twitch to life again. Sure, I had just unloaded my seed into her tight, pink
mouth but there was still much more fun to be had tonight. I was so impressed by her performance so far that I would let her pussy taste me as well.

  In answer to my question, Reese nodded her head enthusiastically. “I want you, Sir,” she begged. “I need to feel your cock in my pussy. I hope I have earned that.”

  Delighted with her words, I pulled her head up to my mouth and kissed her deeply; letting my tongue explore every inch of her. She moaned and sucked on my tongue, then nibbled on my lips. I let her for a few minutes and then pulled her head back again. I tugged so hard she practically pulled up from the chair.

  I picked up the blindfold and put it before her.

  “You will wear this,” I ordered.

  Her eyes flashed, slightly angry.

  Hmmm.

  There was still some resistance in her.

  Hopefully the feel of my cock will keep her from questioning me ever again.

  We held gazes for a few more seconds, before Reese took the blindfold and pulled it back over her head.

  “Good girl,” I breathed.

  Using her hair as a leash, I pulled her whole body back. As her chest went up in the air, I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth. Reese gasped. I sucked the nipple till it was hard and she was thrusting her hips. I knew she loved it.

  As I pulled away and stood up, I told her, “Good pets get rewarded. I prefer to reward you, Reese. I know what pleases you. Trust me.”

  Fully blindfolded now, she nodded her pretty head and ground her hips into the wooded chair.

  “I aim to be a good pet, Sir. I want your rewards. Please take me to your bedroom,” she begged.

  I pulled her up to standing and hefted her into my arms. Her weight was nothing to me.

  Reese giggled against my chest and put her hands around my neck. She leaned towards me and nibbled on my ear as I carried her upstairs.

  The double doors to my bedroom opened easily. Some would expect my bedroom to be a dark dungeon of a place, but it wasn’t. Clean ivory walls and light wood furniture keep up the beachy feel of my house.

  Hand cuffs and other aspects of my sex life could be safely kept behind locked cabinet doors. This was a side of myself that I didn’t want to show to everyone.