by Alexa Riley
Brushing my hair off my right shoulder, he brought his lips close to my ear, whispering, “I think it’s clear after last night that you can’t handle me, sweet Bella. If I were you, I wouldn’t bait me. Or is that what you’re trying to do?”
Leaning in, he licked and nipped at the shell of my ear, causing me to shiver in delight.
“Maybe I should flip your dress up, rip your underwear off, and get my fill.”
While his words were crude, they seemed to shoot straight to my clit. When I had first arrived at the mansion last night, Griffin’s harsh commands had terrified me yet turned me on at the same time. There was just something about his rough and dominating demeanor that gets my body heated up and my pussy creaming. I like it yet I hate it. But I wanted to play with the beast. I want to feel alive again.
Slowly turning around in his arms, I craned my neck up to gaze into his captivating eyes. I hadn’t really noticed how tall he was until this moment. He had to be at least 6’3 or maybe 6’4, giving him almost a whole foot on my 5’2 stature. Griffin quickly turned his face to the side the moment our gaze met, showing me the unscarred side. My heart clenched in pain for what he’d been through.
Griffin opened his mouth to say what I was sure to be something nasty again, but I was onto his game now; whenever he felt vulnerable, he lashed out like a child. Cutting him off, I asked, “What underwear?” While it was a lie, the question fell easily from between my lips. I took a step closer and he took a step back.
What a turn of events. It seemed like I’d be the one doing the stalking today. I could tell that he didn’t quite know how to react to my actions by the look on his face. He pushed and lashed out, in hopes of getting me to back away from him. He wants me; I could see it burning in his eyes. But only on his own terms so that he could maintain control of the situation, so that I couldn’t get close enough to hurt him. I wanted to shatter his control.
Running my hands down his broad, firm chest, I dropped to my knees in front of him.
“What are you doing, Bella? Stop your little games and stand up this instance.” He growled.
Ignoring his command, I reached for his belt, unhooking it and letting it hang open. He made no move to stop me.
“I thought you wanted a whore, sir?” I questioned innocently as I flicked the button on his pants open. “I know I’m new at this, but the girls at the agency told me what to do. They even made me demonstrate on toys for them.” Peering up at Griffin through my long lashes, I slid the zipper down, the sound unseemingly loud in empty room. Giving his waistband a slight tug, Griffin’s hard cock sprung free, hitting me in the face, leaving a smear of pre-cum behind. “I see I’m not the only one not wearing underwear today.” I couldn’t help but tease him, even though I did have my panties on. I’m soaking through them though.
I glanced up at his face, wanting to see his reaction. I could hardly believe what I was doing but seeing the feral look on his face made every second worth it. His eyes were wide with hunger, his chest heaving with each deep breath he took. More. Wrapping my hand around his silky length, I gave it a firm squeeze before stroking his cock, drawing a soft moan from his lips.
“Are you telling me that a cock has never crossed those lips before? No one has ever fucked this sassy mouth? Filled you up with cum?” Griffin grunted as he thrust his hips into my hand.
“No matter what I say, I doubt you’d believe me anyway.” Using my free hand, I tugged his pants lower before reaching in and rolling his balls between my fingers, playing with them.
“Fuck, Bella. Please, just say it,” he rasped. Did he like knowing that he’s my first? Was he turned on by my innocence?
“You’ll be my first,” I whispered shyly. Leaning forward, I used my hand to bring his cock closer to my mouth. Before I could have my first taste, Griffin twisted my hair around his hand and tugged my head up firmly.
“Your only, Bella.” He rumbled deep in his chest.
Nodding my consent, he loosened his grip on me. Taking a deep breath of his musky scent, I flicked my tongue over his slit, tasting his salty pre-cum before taking the tip of his cock into my mouth to better taste him.
“God, Bella. Your mouth feels so good. Take more of me in. Now.” He groaned, rolling his hips. Relaxing my jaws a little more, I slowly sank down onto his length, taking him further into my mouth. I felt his fingers tangling into my hair, wrapping it around his hand and holding my head in place. His touch was so unlike last night, soft yet firm. I took him in deeper and deeper until he filled my mouth completely, hitting the back of my throat. I could feel his soft curls tickling my nose and my lips stretched as far as they could around his girth. Giving small, short thrusts, his cock bumped against the back of my throat and I swallowed repeatedly, trying to keep my gag reflex down. Griffin pulled back a little as if afraid that he might choke me. Removing the hand on his balls, I moved to cup the firm cheeks of his ass, kneading them lightly before pulling him fully into my mouth. Griffin let out a loud moan. Taking that as encouragement, I tightened my lips around his cock, sucking harder and flicking my tongue over his slit while bobbing my head up and down his length, slowly picking up speed.
“Bella, stop!” he cried, grabbing onto one of my shoulders while tugging at my hair gently but firmly, trying to pull me off of him.
I ignored him.
“If you don’t stop right this minute, I’m going to cum in your mouth.” His words came out in such a rush, I almost couldn’t understand him. I moaned around his cock, letting him know that that was what I had wanted, and I felt his thighs tense from the sinful vibrations. I wanted him to lose control. I wanted him to lose himself in me. I wanted to take away all the anger and sadness he was carrying, even if it was only for just a moment.
“Or is that what you want? You want my cum? Alright I think you’ve earned it.”
His cock swelled up slightly, stretching my lips even more before it pulsed in my mouth as he gave one particularly hard thrust. I felt spurts of his warm cum coating my mouth as it hit the back of my throat, hard and fast. Swallowing quickly, I relished in his musky flavor, using my tongue to lick him clean, stopping to nibble and nip at his balls. Feeling him soften, I slid his cock from my mouth and gave the tip of his cock one final kiss before standing up. I felt my heart sink when I saw the look on Griffin’s face. He looked as livid as before.
Feeling crushed, horny, and frustrated, I turned some of my anger on him. “Well, if I’m done being a whore for the moment, I think I’ll go explore the house.” I snarled, turning to leave the room before he could see the tears swimming in my eyes.
CHAPTER 4 *Griffin*
I watched as Annabella left the room. I made no move to stop her. Reaching down, I tucked my now spent cock back in my pants. I had no idea where that mind-blowing blowjob came from but all it did was just confuse me even more. The women I usually hired from the agency were always in a rush to leave as soon as the fucking was over. Granted I paid for 24 hours of service, but it never bothered me when they left before it was up. Annabella was the only one to have ever stayed the night.
She was the only woman I had ever allowed to sleep in my home, much less in my bed. I couldn’t help but think back to last night.
I sank down outside the bathroom door, giving her a moment to cry in peace. Every sob that fell from her lips tugged at my heartstrings, slowly melting the ice around my stone cold heart. I imagine losing one’s virginity to a beast like me must have been traumatizing. After her cries had quietened down, I went to retrieve the skeleton key from my bedside table and unlocked the door. There she was, lying on the bathroom rug, curled up into a tiny ball, soft huffs of breaths ruffling her hair as she slept. Cautiously, I slid an arm around her back and the other under her knee, tugging her into my chest, loving how right she felt in my arms. I gently picked her up and carried her to my bed.
Laying her down on the silk sheets, a dried patch of blood between her thighs and on the bed caught my eye. A jolt of panic washed over m
e as I tugged at my pants, looking down at my cock to find a trace of blood there as well.
“Fuck,” I breathed out heavily.
We hadn’t used a condom. I wasn’t worried about STDs though since the agency was always meticulous about having their employees and clients tested. I’m sure she was on some kind of birth control as well as it was another rule for the escorts. There was nothing for me to worry about. I just couldn’t believe that I had forgotten to use one. I had never forgotten. Never.
In my entire life, I had never been bare with a woman before. I felt my lips tugging up into a wolfish grin when it clicked that I had taken her raw, that I had filled her with my seed. It pleased me more than it should have.
Pulling the blankets over her body, tucking her in, I ran my fingers through my hair. Sliding my hand down my neck and over my shoulder, I winced at the sharp pain I felt there. Walking to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. She had bitten me on the unscarred side of my body. It felt strange to have a mark on the side that I deemed perfect. She had bitten through the skin at some parts, and it was red and a little bloody. It might scar but I like the idea of having her mark on my body permanently though. It will always remind me of the very first moment I drove into her every time I see it. Perfection.
Walking back into the bedroom, I stood over her and watched as she slept. The bedside lamp cast a gentle glow over her, and she seemed to resemble an angel. So fragile, so beautiful and all mine. Debating my choices, I convinced myself that I needed to make sure she didn’t wake up alone and afraid in an unfamiliar environment. Lying down next to her, making sure not to touch her but close enough to breathe in her soothing scent, I settled down to watch over her. Never once taking my eyes off of her perfection, I tried to imprint this moment into my mind so that I would never forget her.
When the first ray of sunlight shone through the bedroom windows, I left her alone in my bed. Showering in one of the guest rooms, I got dressed for the day. I wasn’t sure what to say or do after last night. She angers me, and makes me feel vulnerable. I hated her, yet I was attracted to her.
I still couldn’t understand why the agency would send me a goddamn virgin. I knew what a monster I was and I suspected they sent her just to torture me. But why give me an innocent…her? Was it meant as a punishment for her? Maybe she wasn’t a part of their joke. Maybe she was just as much of a victim as I was in this. She seemed so honest and sincere last night. I was used to being treated as a monster and it’s been hard for me to open up to anyone, or anything. I felt a sharp pain in my chest as I thought back to how I had treated her since she arrived. I needed to make this right.
Standing in the kitchen where she had left me, I was absolutely clueless as to how to handle this situation. I had no idea where in the manor she could have gone to, but I was sure one of my staff could direct her.
Pulling out my cell, I called Logan.
“Yeah, Boss?”
“If she asks to leave before the twenty-four hours are up, tell her no,” I growled into the phone.
“Sure thing, Boss.”
“And stay the fuck away from her.”
I hung up before he could respond and made my way to my office. I needed to get in touch with the agency and let them know that I wanted an extension on Bella. I also needed to figure out what the fuck they were playing at by sending her to me, and how to make it up to Bella after last night.
Plopping down behind my desk, I called the agency’s director on her personal number. I’m a high paying client even if I took a few months off here and there.
“Hello, Mr. Stone. How may I assist you today?”
“Cut the shit, Sheila. Why don’t you explain to me why the fuck you sent me a goddamn virgin last night?”
Sheila Black was one tough bitch and I knew she wouldn’t appreciate my tone, but I was beyond caring because I knew that, in the end, money talks louder than her attitude.
“Excuse me, Mr Stone. I am not sure what Candy told you, or what fantasy she may have been acting out, but I assure you, you were sent a trained professional as per your usual request last night.”
“Candy? The blonde? No. You’re mistaken, Sheila. A brunette called Annabella was sent to me last night. Or at least that’s what she said.”
I heard the rusting of papers and fingers tapping rapidly away on a keyboard before the line went silent.
“Sheila, did you fucking hear me? I do not feel like repeating myself. I am calling to find out why and also to request an extension on her. I want more time to—”
“Mr. Stone,” she cut me off, “there has been a huge mistake. I need more time to investigate further in to how this mix-up happened, but you, sir, were not supposed to receive Annabella last night. Another client has already purchased her as his bride. She is to remain untouched until her wedding night.”
“What?” I roared. My hand tightened around the phone and I felt it creak in protest under the pressure. I felt a surge of rage bubbling up inside me when the fact that she had been promised to another man registered. I might be damaged and even slightly bent, but she was mine.
“I am so sorry, Mr. Stone. I had no idea. Candy was your usual request. There must have been a mix up. She reported in last night but made no mention of being sent to a new client.”
I remained silent, unsure of what to say. Still white knuckling my phone, I had no idea how to process the situation.
“I can assure you that this has never happened before, Mr. Stone, and it will never happen again. We will issue you a full refund for any inconvenience caused. We’ll send a driver out to collect Annabella immediately. I deeply apologize for the confusion. I understand if you wish to discontinue our services.”
Her words shook me out of my silence, and a tickle of panic crept up my spine at the thought of someone taking Bella away from me. In a matter of hours, I had gone from being suspicious of her to not wanting her to ever leave my side. Giving myself a mental smack, I pulled myself together and spoke as smoothly as I could.
“Let’s not be so hasty, Sheila.” All I could think about was Annabella was meant for someone else. I knew she would leave eventually, but I wanted more time with her. I needed more time with her. I craved her.
Keeping my voice cool and casual so as to not raise any suspicion, I continued, “Since the girl’s no longer a virgin, and that seemed to be her selling feature, I’m willing to pay for another night of service with her. After all, she’s already here so there’s no need to send someone new.”
I might have almost convinced myself as well after that statement.
“That will not be necessary, Mr. Stone. Her buyer will still want her immediately regardless of—”
“How about I quadruple your normal rate for another 24 hours?” I interrupted. “I’m sure you have enough on your plate today, explaining to your other client how his virgin bride is no longer…pure.”
It made me physically sick just thinking about the other man who was going to touch my angel. I won’t allow it. I wasn’t sure how everything changed this fast, but just thinking about how this might be the last time Bella and I would be together pulled at my stone cold heart. She had awoken something deep inside of me that I thought was long gone.
I could hear the hesitation in her voice. “That would be beyond our policy, Mr. Stone, and highly inappropriate. This is something that might damage our reputation, if it were to get out.”
Oh I heard her loud and clear.
“Exactly, Sheila. This is something we need to keep between just the two of us. I can wire you the funds immediately, and you just have to leave the paperwork for another 24 hours. We can call it a bonus. It’s gratuity for your discretion over the years.”
There was a long pause and I knew I had her. Sometimes you’ve got to throw some money at the problem.
“Very well, Mr. Stone. I will send the driver tomorrow evening to retrieve Miss Annabella. Thank you for your understanding.”
My thoughts kicked in at the use of her
title ‘Miss Annabella’ and I quickly amended my stipulation.
“Sheila, while I am wiring the funds, I would appreciate it if you would send Annabella’s file over to me. I would like her full work-up, seeing as how she’d be staying in my home for yet another night, and I wasn’t fully informed of her history before allowing her entrance.”
The small threat was there, and I knew Sheila was a smart woman. She wouldn’t refuse the information I was asking for as I was holding all the cards. I could ruin her business with just a few well-placed phone calls.
“Of course, Mr. Stone. I will email the documents to you immediately.”
I smiled into the phone. “Until next time.”
Hanging up, I finished transferring the money. I’m willing to bet good ol’ Sheila would sell me her grandmother for the bonus she’s about to get. I clicked over to my email and hear the ping of a new message. Sheila’s email contained only the file and a cursory signature at the bottom.
I opened the file and waited for it to download onto my computer. Knowing Annabella was destined to be another man’s bride made me ill. Maybe her file would give me some insight as to why she would sell herself in the first place.
Her file contained basic information with a few other details. This was something any of the agency’s clients could request. It seems my Bella’s file is a little longer than the ones I’m used to. I wonder if it’s because she’s meant to be a bride? The women I usually pay for only have the basics listed. Height, weight, hair color, and sexual abilities; nothing more.
Bella’s file started off with her picture. I traced my finger over the screen, trying to touch her beauty. Her full name is Annabella Marie Blanco. It says that she’s only 20 years old. I knew she was young but I’m almost 14 years older than her. I guess as time passed, age difference won’t matter too much. That thought made me stop short. The image of a future with her kept appearing in my mind. I had no idea where these feelings were coming from. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I read on.