by Coco Miller
“Isabel, I’m not going to take you to bed and fuck you.” He smirks. “You are just going to get used to me being close to you so relax,” he says, snapping me out of my thoughts. “I’ll give you some privacy to change for bed.”
Walking out he once again closes the door behind him. Looking down at myself, I bite my lip. I didn’t bring the pj’s with me, they are still in the other room. Shit. Turning around, there is a knock on the door. “Umm, come in.”
In walks an older lady with black hair that is graying. “Hi dear, I’m Bailey. Mr. Vaughn’s housekeeper.” Lying my pajamas on the bed, she smiles at me. “Will you be needing anything else?”
“No ma’am, thank you.” Do I curtsy, shake her hand, or kiss a damn magic ring she wears or something?
“Please, call me Bailey. Before I leave, I wanted to ask if there is anything you don’t enjoy for breakfast?”
For breakfast? She cooks and cleans too?
“No, I’m not picky, Ms. Bailey.”
“Just Bailey, honey.” Smiling, she reaches out and squeezes my hand. “You’re beautiful.”
“Oh, thank you so much. You are too,” I say honestly.
She laughs and walks toward the door. “Sweet too. Goodnight, Miss Newman.”
What a delightful lady. I can see why Victor has her around. It’s like having the sweetest mom with you everyday except of course she gets paid.
I quickly change into the nightgown purchased and dropped off for me and sigh when the material touches my skin. It’s so soft and luxurious; nothing like I’ve ever owned before. The teal silk material hangs down just below my knees and the thick straps keep it up high enough that nothing is showing.
Taking a minute before Victor returns, I slowly walk around his massive room. The room I was in would fit in this one. The dark gray walls and black furniture let you know that this is a man’s room, but it’s tastefully done. Plush carpet lays on top of the dark hardwood floors that go throughout most of what I’ve seen of the house. A small reading area and a damn fireplace. Once again I notice there are no photos on the walls or on the mantel. Guess he’s not much into personal touches.
Folding my clothes, I put them on a chair by the door and take my cell phone with me to his bed. I stand there wondering what side is his normally. Taking a guess that it is the side closer to the bathroom, I climb in on the right side. Getting under the light gray, down comforter, I lean back on the many pillows behind me. Pulling up Google, I begin my search of Victor Vaughn.
5
Victor
I’ve given Isabel enough time to change and do whatever the hell she wanted, so I leave my home office and go to my room. She’s too nervous around me, too much like the damn virgin that she is. A virgin. I’m about to sleep next to untouched, fresh ass, pussy, which makes my cock twitch just thinking about it.
I try to refocus my thoughts and consider the week ahead of me. The shareholders. The convincing performance I’m going to need to put on. Then my mind goes straight back to the gutter. I wonder what kind of noises a virgin makes. I’m not even sure that I’ve ever been with one.
I need to stop thinking about Isabel’s untouched pussy and deal with the fact she can’t even handle a simple kiss. Pushing open my bedroom door, I grin seeing how tiny she looks in my bed. Women don’t usually come to my bed to look at their phones, but she’s not just any woman.
“You met Bailey?”
She lowers her phone and nods. “I did. She’s very nice. You seem lucky to have her.”
Pulling off my shirt, I toss it on the chair on top of her neatly folded clothes. She really isn’t used to anything like this. She probably has no clue that Bailey will have those clothes washed before she wears them again. Stepping out of my pants, I walk toward the bed.
“I am definitely very lucky.”
Isabel peeks up quickly and drops her eyes back down to the phone. I know damn well she isn’t reading it. She’s twisting her fingers together.
“Isabel, I’m not naked.” Are they actually vetting the girls that they hire at that escort service? I didn’t order a nervous virgin. I ordered a seasoned pro that can play the part.
“I know,” she says quietly, still not looking up.
Christ. This shouldn’t turn me on like it does, that’s not what this is about, but damn– just thinking about her virgin pussy has me fired up. I have to calm my dick down before I get into bed. I don’t want to scare the poor girl, but fuck I’m getting turned on.
“So tell me, why am I so lucky?” I ease into bed and pull the comforter over me.
“Well, I was reading that you’re the youngest billionaire to make his first billion before the age of twenty-three.”
“Yeah.” I flick the lamp off by my bedside table.
“I don’t know much about billionaires, but that sounds pretty impressive.”
“That isn’t luck though. That’s hard work.”
“I think that’s your privilege talking. Some people work hard all their lives and will never make a million dollars let alone a billion.”
The moon filters in through the skylight above the bed, and I chance a glance at her. She’s smart and beautiful. Her curls look thick and luscious as they fan out over the pillow like a goddess. The light of her phone casts a shadow against her face and her innocence radiates making my cock twitch.
Calm down, fucker.
She shuts her phone off, blowing out a soft breath. “I’m just saying, I don’t doubt that you work hard, but you’ve also been blessed, Victor.”
Ah, fuck. The way my name rolls off her tongue turns me on more. My blue balls are going to be killing me by the morning. Tomorrow starts our imaginary relationship together, and I can’t wait to be able to touch her whenever I want. Of course I need to remember this is all an arrangement, but again the words virgin pussy roll around my head and slam into my consciousness.
Deciding to test her reaction to me, I roll to my side and reach out my hand. I trace my finger down her face, landing on her chin. She jumps as expected.
“Isabel, you need to relax. Remember? You need to get used to this. Lie flat on your back. I won’t touch you.”
She does as told with wide eyes. She holds her breath and I hover over her. Running my nose a centimeter above her neck, careful not to touch her skin, I move my nose along the planes of her body. Each contour and curve I run my nose around, not making contact.
Her breathing picks up, and she twists a little. I want to touch her, and I’m pretty sure that she wants me to touch her, but I need her to not jump everytime I come near her.
“Victor,” she murmurs.
I freeze and squeeze my eyes shut for a moment in relief.
She likes this.
She needs this.
“Relax, baby,” I say as I continue my path, staying on course and not detouring when I reach the inside of her thighs.
She shifts on the bed, spreading her legs slightly. She smells good. Sweet and spicy like I like. Her gown barely covers her body and it takes everything I have not to rip it off her curvy frame. She’s got a body built for sin.
Her thighs quiver a little as I run my nose along her skin, still not making contact until she lifts her leg slightly, bringing her skin up to my mouth. Without thought, I kiss her knee, just below her creamy brown thigh. Then I suck her skin into my mouth and trace my tongue up further toward her center.
Her hands fly into my hair, and I love how she seems to be holding on for dear life as I nibble on her flesh, my teeth scraping her inner thigh. Fuck, her skin is heated and I want to keep going. I slide the negligee up to her waist and am met by her thin, white, cotton panties. Not able to withstand the temptation anymore, my mouth makes contact over her covered pussy and I run my nose into her clit.
Her hips buck beneath me and a small smile grows on my lips. I keep moving, smashing my face between her legs. Her need is growing and so is mine. The panel of her panties is soaked through and I lick the material, tugging it between my teeth.
I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them down her smooth legs. I’m met with no resistance from her, so I keep going. She shines against the moonlight, her wetness glistening just for me. Like a present I want to sink myself into.
“Isabel, I’m going to suck on your pussy. Would you like that?”
She twists and turns under me, moaning and pulling at my hair. “Yes.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I swipe my tongue along her slit, her wetness coating my tongue. She tastes like a ripe cherry waiting to be plucked and eaten, and that’s exactly what I want from her. I fight an inner battle to totally claim her as my tongue circles her clit, causing her to cry out.
I use my tongue to keep pushing deeper and deeper inside her. She moans louder. I push a finger inside of her and, oh fuck, she’s so tight. I can barely get it all the way inside. God, she can’t seriously be this tight can she? But she is. What the fuck did I expect? She’s a virgin and it makes my dick rock hard. Harder than I think I’ve ever been.
I’ve obviously slept with many women, but I don’t have time or really the inclination to actually date, so sleeping with one woman on a regular basis is very rare for me. Most women who want forever also seem to want the money. That’s my turn off. Someone who wants to be on my arm for the wrong reasons.
But right now– the way I can barely stick a finger inside of Isabel, I wouldn’t care about any of her reasons for being with me. I just want to be inside her.
I suck her clit into my mouth, nibbling the tender skin between my teeth. My own satisfaction is secondary as I urge her to ride my face. She tugs at my dark hair, and I swipe along her opening once more.
Finally my finger is able to enter her past the knuckle and I push it in and out of her. She moans loudly as I fuck her with my finger and tongue. And it all feels so good.
Creating the right amount of pressure, I bring her to her ultimate climax and she explodes around me. Her body tremors don’t stop until well after my tongue is coated in her essence.
She sits up as soon as her body has calmed. I can tell that there a million things running through her head. My guess is that she’s never come like that before.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she admits with bright eyes. Eyes begging to feel the same thing again.
Dammit.
“Isabel, go to sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow.”
I am a bit rude, but my body is dying a slow agonizing death over here. I want nothing more than to take her right here, pop that precious cherry, and fuck her all night long until she comes again and again.
So I do the only thing left for me to do, I head off into the bathroom for a jerkoff of jerkoffs. A massive masturbation to calm my senses and to allow me be able to sleep in the same bed as her.
“Excuse me.”
I stroke my cock over and over thinking about the virgin pussy on the other side of the door. The tight pussy which moments before I tasted and feasted on. The sweet cunt who’s lying in my bed right now.
I groan, rubbing my hand from the base to the tip. All my thoughts center on her, on her pussy which I’ll ever be able to have, and on the pussy I want so badly.
I hold onto the edge of the sink basin as I come, remembering how tight she was, and how my finger barely fit inside of her. My groans grow even louder as I imagine what my dick would look like slipping in and out of her juicy virginal walls.
I’d almost be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so damn good.
6
Isabel
The next morning when I awake, Victor has already gotten out of the bed, which I think he’s probably been out of for hours. The sheets on the side of the bed that he slept on feel cold as ice. Last night, when he exited the bathroom, after he touched me the way he did, I pretended to be asleep. Especially once I realized what exactly he was doing in the bathroom all of that time. Touching himself.
When he returned to bed he didn’t check to see if I was actually asleep nor did he touch me again. He just crawled into his side of the bed and fell asleep a few minutes after his head hit the pillow.
I must confess that I may have watched him for a while while he lay sleeping. I watched his chest rise and fall with each slow, even, breath he took. I watched his chiseled jaw relax as he was pulled into a deep slumber. He’s a beautiful man. It’s hard not to watch.
I’m usually not this weird, but I am in awe of him and of what had just happened between us. I have never been touched by a man before. Not in that way. In fact, I haven’t really done much of anything.
There was one corny boyfriend in high school who probably wouldn’t be able to locate my vagina with a treasure map. X did not mark the spot for him. He missed all the bases and struck out at prom when he tried to finger me. He couldn’t even figure out how to get under my dress. Talk about awkward.
He was nothing like Victor. No, Victor is a confident man. Good lord, he knows the ways of a woman’s body, probably because he’s been with so many of them. He played mine expertly like a fiddle, and as a result I experienced something so amazing that I could have cried. I didn’t know an orgasm could feel as powerful as that. Probably the only thing I did right tonight was that I didn’t shed any tears in front of him.
I can’t wait to talk to my sister. Over the years she would joke with me about men. She told me when I had my first orgasm with a man that it would radiate all the way through me. Well, she was wrong. It didn’t just radiate throughout my body, it felt like the whole world was trembling. It was unlike anything I’d ever read about or seen in movies. It was better. This was the real deal in all its glory. Now... I don’t really know how to act.
I guess that I need to stop overcomplicating this. Victor and I had a moment, but I have to remember the mission. I am his loving fiancee for the week and nothing more, so I need to get my head in the game and do my job. I can’t let Natalia down. We need this money, and I won’t let one life shattering orgasm deter me from my goal here.
I just need to make sure he doesn’t touch me like that again, because there was this moment right before my orgasm hit, where I felt something in my chest. Something foreign. My best explanation for it is that it was an ache or a longing for him. Like my heart was opening up to him. Willing him to want me.
Silly I know, but real or not I have to make sure that feeling doesn’t happen again. It will only get in the way of my job on top of the fact, and let’s face it more importantly, I am bound to get my feelings hurt. In no other scenario, but this outrageous one, would a girl like me and a guy like him ever end up together.
I get dressed in the clothing Bailey has laid out for me (it must be her superpower to sneak in and out of rooms undetected), and make my way downstairs after a quick trip to the bathroom. Victor is sitting at a large wooden table in what I imagine is the breakfast room. The table is round, but he has one whole area with enough food laid out for three people and a newspaper in his hands.
“Sit. Eat.”
He’s doling out orders like I’m some sort of basset hound, and like he didn’t just have his tongue up my hoohah, but then I remember that he’s my boss, and so I do as I’m told. Bailey enters and offers me a bagel and cream cheese. I nod a “thank you” as she sets it in front of me. I take a bite as I take in my new surroundings.
The house is very formal or maybe the word I’m looking for is sterile. Like no one actually lives here. Almost like it’s a museum or coliseum. The entryways are all cold and breezy, and there isn’t anything around that looks used at all. With no color anywhere, the walls and decor are a mixture of bland whites, beiges, and soft browns.
My eyes flit over to him. He’s very stoic in his posture. It’s hard to tell if he’s even breathing.
“I feel you staring at me. What do you need?” he asks, folding the paper in half and lying it on the table. His eyes pierce mine wit
h a harsh stare.
“I don’t know. Don’t you usually talk during breakfast?” Natalia and I talk all the time. Most times we sit on the kitchen counter in our small apartment and chit chat about everything. Life. Girly stuff. Gossip. It’s fun.
Victor doesn’t seem like a chatterer. “Fine. What would you like to discuss?”
Discuss? Doesn’t he just know how to talk. Maybe we can talk about last night. This is all new to me, and I feel like I might be in way over my head.
“Nothing.” I go back to eating my bagel. “Forget it.”
“Good. We leave within the hour. Your bags are being packed now as we speak.”
“Very well,” I mimic his formal tone.
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Don’t mock me, Isabel.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. Just getting into character.”
He picks up the paper, ignoring me once again and continues reading.
An hour later we're whisked away by a black town car to a landing strip.
“Are we flying?” I ask. I've never been on a plane before.
“I always fly.”
A private jet sits on a secluded runway, and I realize just how out of my element I am here. When we enter the jet, I freeze. Maybe I should just go home. Who was I kidding to pretend I could integrate into this world? They will all see right through me.
The jet is bigger than my apartment and nicer too. Plush leather seats, crystal chandelier… on an airplane, nonetheless. It all screams money. Lots and lots of money.
Victor boards the plane and his eyes don't even glance around. It's like he's immune to it all, and I'm sure a part of him is. He probably grew up this way.
“I’m experiencing a lot of firsts with you,” I comment as I take a seat in the creamy leather seat.
Victor raises an eyebrow. “How so?”
“This is my first plane ride.”
He notices that I’m wringing my hands.
“Just relax,” he tells me.