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

by Jamie Knight

  And unlike with some other companies, this earned time does not expire. It does not need to only be used during the year or month in which it’s earned.

  With that little bit of work done, I get my computer, phone, and headset ready to take incoming calls, since the lunch hour is now officially over.

  Luckily for me, my phone starts ringing off the hook the minute I get things ready, and then I don’t have to focus on how Tommy’s doing, whether Jake has come to the office yet and has alerted Kane to the situation involving Tommy and Vanacore.

  I’m not left there wondering the result of Jake’s work for long, though. Within an hour and a half of returning to work, I see Kane, Jake, and Ashton approach my desk. They do so quietly, aware that I’m finishing up answering and directing a phone call.

  Despite their quiet intentions, their posture says it all: it’s tense and sad, as if it even between the three of them, the burdens they’re bearing are too heavy.

  I finish up the call, all smiles and songs in my heart, and then hang up, prepared to face them. As I take the headphones down off my ears and switch it on to stand by, so that any calls that might come to me, go to Isabella instead.

  Thankfully, though, Isabella’s on break, so she doesn’t see the two heads of the company plus one lawyer approach my desk. Kane, true to his “pack leader” personality, is the first one to speak to me.

  “Melissa, would you mind coming with us to a conference room down the hall, please?”

  Immediately, I get up from my desk, not needing more information. I already know what this is about.

  “Of course,” I say quietly, stepping around my desk, preferring to follow them.

  “Great,” says Jake.

  “Thanks for being so cooperative with us, Melissa,” murmurs Kane as we move toward the hallway, and Jake closes the door to my office.

  “We’ll try to not take all of your afternoon,” says Ashton, looking regretful, sad, but not as burnt out and haggard as Kane.

  “It’s all right,” I say, not sure what else to respond with. “Take all the time you need with me, gentlemen.”

  Ashton nods approvingly.

  “Kane said you were reliable and trustworthy,” he says, “and now I see why.”

  I nod, not really sure what to say to this, if anything. I’m thankful the hallway is clear. I’m thankful we don’t have an audience or a peanut gallery to contend with on the way toward the executive conference rooms — the big, open conference rooms at the top of the office building, overlooking the best part of Manhattan.

  We go into an unmarked executive conference room. Me first, followed by the men. I take a seat at one end of the huge, fancy conference table, watching as Kane and his crew take seats around and in front of me. Kane and Ashton in front of me, with Jake sitting to one of my sides.

  Kane doesn’t wait long to speak. He drags his hands through his charcoal-colored hair and looks at me. Again, I can’t get away from how haggard and strained he looks. How sapped of life he appears, and he should be looking better than that. From what I remember, the whole crew just got back from some kind of conference recently.

  “I’ve got to be honest with you, Melissa,” murmurs Kane, sounding as weathered as he looks. “The timing on these accusations that I’ve just been made aware of is the worst that it could possibly be.”

  Before I can even wonder if he’s going to tell me more, he does.

  “We just lost a massive contract with the government for some new tech, and it has angered the stockholders. It’s not going to look good if these accusations, that Vanacore has not only been sexually harassing Tommy but that just today, she tried to sexually assault him, get to the press.”

  Ashton enters the conversation.

  “Jake told me, and then I immediately told Kane.” He looks at me, looking as sad and uncomfortable as I feel. “If these accusations are true, then these are very, very serious, Melissa. Accusations like these cannot be ignored and will be dealt with immediately and will be brought to HR.”

  “But before that can happen,” says Jake evenly, “I told them that you had some evidence of your own, some proof of these claims yourself.”

  Kane looks like he just wants this nightmare to end — this one, and the one he’s got going on with the stockholders, which I feel terrible about.

  “If you have anything you can tell us that corroborates anything that Jake’s told us, it would be helpful in us moving forward.”

  “I can,” I say, “I was the one who told Jake what happened. The reason I know that what Tommy went through is surely sexual assault, is because he told me weeks before, that if anything ever happened to him like that, he would try to get a phone call to my desk, so that I could be aware of what was going on, and then get the proper help.”

  I pause, feeling queasy all over again.

  “Well, that’s exactly what happened today. I got a phone call from him. But he didn’t say anything at all. It was just noise and words from whatever was going on with him.”

  I pause again, feeling sick and scared for my boyfriend — angry that he and I even have to go through this kind of thing at such a great company.

  As I’m speaking, I noticed that all three of the men have taken out their own digital recorders and have begun to record my statement.

  “I heard him fighting with Vanacore. Telling her no, that he didn’t want to be intimate that way with her. That he didn’t want anything to do with her like that.”

  I clear my throat, feeling it go dry.

  “I then heard Vanacore say that she was going to have him intimately — force herself on him — whether he wanted it or not, because that’s what Tommy owed her. She was going to ‘wreck him’ for any other girlfriends he might have.”

  “When she said all that,” asks Jake, “what was your impression? What did you think she had in mind to do to Tommy?”

  “Rape him,” I say, hearing my voice crack, and tears start to spill from my eyes.

  Everyone around the table looks pale yet determined.

  “Thank you for your bravery. And honestly,” says Ashton, putting a hand on mine. “Is there anything else that you can tell us about all this?”

  I swallow.

  “That Tommy knew she was a predator, was uncomfortable around Vanacore from the first week he started. He had a plan to try to take her down by involving himself with Vanacore. By appearing to enjoy the company and the advances, but this is not the case. If Vanacore tells you anything else, I’m telling you Tommy was never into any of it. He was simply going along, to try to keep himself and others safe from this woman.”

  I pause, feeling proud of Tommy and angry at him at the same time. It’s only now that I’m really getting a feel for how much risk he actually put himself in.

  “He did it because he loves this company so much. He did it because he wanted this company’s reputation to be preserved, and not smeared and dragged through the gutter by someone like Vanacore.”

  Kane nods, actually wiping a few tears from his own eyes. They almost match mine.

  “Well, we’ve got Tommy’s back now. However much of our backs he had in doing all of this, we have his now. Tell him that, please.”

  He clears his throat, sucking back in his emotions, determined to look like a man in control again. He pauses, chewing over something, and drums his fingers on the tabletop.

  “Do you know if Tommy was actually…” He gestures around helplessly, but I get what he’s getting at.

  “Touched?” I ask, feeling uncomfortable around that word myself. “Tommy told me he wasn’t, and I have to believe him. But I do know that Vanacore tried very hard to get control over him. That is before I managed to distract her and give Tommy a way to get out of there and get to safety.” I bow my head. “For the rest of that, you’ll have to talk to him.”

  “We will,” says Ashton. “Fortunately, or unfortunately, that’s part of the procedure we must follow in
cases like these.”

  He’s the first one to stand up from the conference table, followed by the rest of the men. I’m the last to stand from my seat, but the first to be led toward the door.

  “Now that we’ve gathered your statement, we have work to do before the end of the day. Evidence and procedures to start initiating, but Vanacore won’t know that anything’s up. Not yet. Not until we have everything we need in order to legally take him out of here.”

  With that, they gently and graciously walk me to my office before returning to their work, now that I’ve corroborated Jake’s story.

  I don’t know how I’m feeling. A terrible combination of terror and joy, I suppose. Relief and dread, knowing Vanacore’s days are numbered. But not knowing what she’s going to do in those numbered days and whether I have anything to be afraid of.

  Chapter Sixty-Three - Melissa

  I’m nervous when I get home. After what Tommy experienced, I don’t know how he will be feeling or what he might do. I’m not sure what to even prepare for.

  Will he be a giant tearful mess, or will his inner monster come out in a rage?

  I tell myself that I can handle either, take a deep breath, and let myself in the door.

  The living room and kitchen are empty.

  “Tommy?” I call out, surprised. “Tommy, are you in the bathtub?”

  “I’m in the bedroom, pet. Come here.”

  I suck in a breath. I wasn’t expecting this. I figured sex play would be the furthest thing from Tommy’s mind.

  I wander up to the bedroom, carefully opening the door. Tommy is there, waiting for me. He’s nude, lounging on the bed, with his rock hard cock in his hand. There is a darkness in his eyes and a hunger. The sight of him, ready and waiting, makes my pussy ache.

  With his other hand, Tommy pats a medium-sized shipping box. His gesture brings my attention to it. I’ve never seen it before and am immediately curious about the contents.

  “I have a surprise for us,” Tommy tells me. “And I want you to give me a little show. Just a little something to help me feel better.”

  I nod and walk over to the side of the bed to wait patiently. I lower my head, hearing as he opens the tape on the box, and pulls apart the sides.

  “I want your ass, pet,” he tells me. “I want to fuck you in the ass.”

  I flinch. I’ve never had anal sex before. I’ve always been too scared to try it. The feeling of fear stays with me as I look up at Tommy’s nude body. I blush. I stare at Tommy’s length and girth.

  “We might need to work up to that. I might need to practice, sir.” Heat fills my face. “Your cock is amazing. Thick and huge, sir, and I want to be able to take you all in and satisfy you accordingly, but I’m inexperienced with anal. I’m not ready.”

  As I speak, I lower my eyes to let him see my dark, innocent eyelashes and add, “Perhaps you could…”

  “Oh, I have a plan, pet,” he interrupts, rubbing his hard shaft thoughtfully. Not roughly or quickly, as he had been doing. “Tonight is just practice. You’ll give me a show, and that will be it.”

  I nod.

  Without letting go of his cock, Tommy opens up the box and pulls out something I wasn’t expecting him to have ordered. In the box is an assortment of toys, dildos, and other things designed for sex play.

  I’m so surprised, I’m unable to keep the look of shock from my face. At least not enough to hide it from him. Tommy sees my shock and says calmly and says, “I ordered these a while ago. But now that they are here, I want to use them for some…distraction.”

  He’s back to rubbing at himself with more urgency. It’s enough to make the sound of the sloshing lube roar like waves over some of his words.

  “Since you promised to be my good pet and all, you will be using whatever toy I give you on yourself. In front of me, right now.”

  I suck in a breath, turned on by the dominate sound in his voice. I wasn’t expecting him to be so demanding today, but I understand. So much of his experience has affected his masculinity. Tonight, he needs to remind himself that he is a man, a powerful man who is in charge of his life.

  Out loud, I say, “Yes, sir. Whatever you want, sir.”

  I make my voice breathy, soft, and malleable.

  “Please give me whatever you want me to have first. I’m here to follow your orders, after all.”

  Tommy looks drunk on me — on my obedience. He hands me my first implement of pleasure, a small vibrating anal toy. It’s not bigger than a butt plug really, which is fine by me. I can imagine it’s Tommy’s thumb.

  I take it eagerly, respectfully.

  “Now turn around. Get busy with that toy, pet. I want to have something nice to look at before I explode.”

  I nod, turn around, and slowly take down my slacks, then panties. I do it slowly, to act like I’m stripping sexily for him. That done, he asks me to walk back toward him, which I do obediently, despite the confines of my clothing. When I feel the back of my legs on the edge of the bed, he asks me to bend over and spread.

  I follow his orders, feeling him gently put lube in and around my asshole and on my cheeks.

  When he’s finished, he gives my ass a little slap and says, “Get to playing with yourself now, pet. Give me a show.”

  “Yes sir,” I say, and position the toy in my hand.

  I get a good grip on the small, plug-sized item and push it in my asshole. Tommy moans as he watches me. I try to stifle any such sound from my lips. The plug does feel good. I pant, despite the small size of the toy, but I’m not going to let him know that. I want him to think I can take all of him.

  “Once you get used to this,” he says, “you’re going to be able to take so much more of me. All of my cock.”

  I keep moving the toy in and out of me, seeing that Tommy’s pleased with everything I’m doing. Somehow, I manage to keep my own sounds of pleasure down so I can hear him and how the sight of me acting dirty makes him moan.

  Just as I’m about to put a hand down the front of my pants covertly to play with my clit, Tommy says, “That’s enough!”

  It’s deep and breathy, the sound of his voice.

  “I’ve got a bigger toy for you to use! Put that toy down and take this one.”

  “Yes, sir,” I say, and fumble with the small plug.

  I get it back in one of Tommy’s hands, only to be armed with another toy. This one is a beaded toy. Not quite a string of anal beads, but more like that combined with some kind of dildo.

  As I take it, Tommy growls, “Take it and put it in that sweet, round ass of yours, pet. Tell me how much you love it and how much you wish it was me.”

  I hear his panting and grunting. He’s getting close. So, it’s not surprising when he tells me to hurry and do it before he cums.

  “Yes, sir,” I say, and do his bidding. I push the toy into my already lubed and stimulated hole and add, “Oh, sir.”

  I moan. The first one I let out loud.

  “I love it so much!” I push it deeper inside me, feeling my asshole open up and wrap around the toy. “Your cock feels so good inside me! So big and wonderful!”

  Tommy grunts excitedly.

  “I love watching you give me a show, pet. Here, come try this one!”

  I take out the dildo I have and get the next one. This time he’s taken a medium-size dildo out of the box. Something made of silicone, by the looks of it. It’s not a very realistic cock.

  It’s thinner and curvier than an actual one, but it’s designed to “work me up” to the real thing. It also has a sticky base on it. One that Tommy wastes no time in activating, and sticking it to the post of the bed, right at ass-level.

  “I’m going to sit here and watch you ride that cock like a good pet, understand?” I nod, murmuring, “Yes, sir,” quickly enough to allow him to continue. Which he does, without acknowledging my acknowledgment. “You’re going to fuck yourself on it. Slowly, all the way down to the base and back up, so I
get to see everything.”

  “Yes, sir,” I whisper, feeling excited about this.

  I bend over and let him slick me up with lube. He lingers. Tommy really takes his time. He uses this as an excuse to fill me with a bit of his fingers. More than one, stretching my asshole as I gasp.

  Finally, when he seems satisfied with my wetness, he orders me to back myself up. I spread my cheeks open and push myself onto the dildo, right onto the silicone head.

  “Back your ass up, pet. Let me watch every inch of that cock penetrate you and fill you. I want you to enjoy it. Let me hear you enjoy it, and I’ll make sure you cum every night this week.”

  Slowly I push myself onto the toy, on the rubbery, smooth head, and keep going. As I do, I feel my pussy begin to ache. My asshole opens up. It’s cool and warm at the same time. I keep going until I’m all the way filled up. Until I feel the heaviness and quiver in my ass.

  “Well, you’ve got yourself on there all right,” Tommy murmurs from behind me, sitting back down on the bed. “Now get moving. Slowly.”

  I do as I’m told. I start moving up and down on the mounted dildo slowly. I move sensually, in just the way I know he wants. I even spread my cheeks for him.

  I wiggle my hips a bit as I do. I keep my pace up and down along the toy, building steady and predictable pressure in my abs. Unlike the other toys I’ve played with, this one is actually getting me aroused. It’s stimulating me in just such a way so that I’m feeling tingly, warm, and excited.

  I hear Tommy murmuring something behind me about how sexy I am and how naughty and delicious I look.

  I moan, picking up my pace a little bit. I spread my cheeks a bit more, desiring to feel more of the textures of the dildo around the rim of my hole. As I thrust back harder, I feel my wetness increasing.

  In seconds flat, I’ve gone from predictably, regimentally impaling myself on the toy to riding it like a wild animal. I’m moving back and forth so quickly the bed is actually moving. It’s swaying, but Tommy seems unconcerned. If anything, he’s delighted. He chuckles, goading me to ride it harder. Fuck it harder. Fill my naughty, tight asshole with it.