Or maybe I just know he already knows the answer— and I want that vibrator back on my clit. He puts it back and I want to sigh in relief.
“Thank you for being honest with me, my sex slave,” he says. “As your reward, I’ll allow you to come.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I moan, as the vibration makes my near climax return.
I moan and close my eyes as he sticks his finger inside my pussy hole while the vibrator shakes the outside of my clit.
“Come for me now,” he says, taking his finger half way out of my pussy. “I want to see your juices running down into my hand.”
My pussy quivers under the pressure of the vibrator.
“That’s a good girl,” he says.
He takes the feather and runs it up and down my clit until I’m shaking.
“Sir, it almost hurts…” I protest.
“I know, my sex slave. It’s too sensitive. I’ll give you a little break if you can answer my next question.”
He stops and I’m glad for the relief. My pussy is tingling and quivering still.
“Did you see anything in the alley?” he asks me.
I suppose my answer could do me in. But not answering could also do me in.
“I saw a man beating up another man,” I tell him.
“Good girl,” he says, stroking my hair while looking into my eyes. “I like these honest answers. Did you know either man?”
“No,” I tell him.
“Good girl.”
He spreads my legs even further open and gets down on the floor between them.
“Now I’m going to use my tongue to reward you for your honesty,” he says.
He licks all around my clit and into my pussy hole. I tighten my legs around his head because it feels so good. But he opens my legs back up wide and says, “I like to see your whole pussy while I eat it.”
I know now that everything will be okay. He isn’t here to hurt me. Somehow things will work out.
He nibbles and bites my clit and just as I’m about to come he stops and says, “Do you know what happened to either men in the alley?”
I shake my head, wanting him so badly to keep pleasuring me, but then I remember to say, “No, Sir.”
He rubs my clit gently, and licks the entrance of my pussy hole.
“Two more questions and then I’ll let you come,” he says.
“Okay, Sir.”
“Did you say anything to anyone at all about what you saw that day?” he asks.
“No, Sir,” I answer, suddenly very glad I never told Monique or Tessa.
“Last question,” he says. “Do you plan to tell anyone?”
“No, Sir,” I answer, truthfully.
I don’t want to talk to anyone about it. I don’t want to even think about it. If I could forget that night completely, I would be happy again. And I have a feeling that Gavin can help me do that.
“Good,” he says, nibbling on my pussy until I’m close to coming again. “I knew I could trust you to keep your mouth shut and your pussy open— only for me, of course.”
As his tongue pulses all around my clit I come again so completely and so fully that it feels like it might never stop. This feels like what love must be—emotionally, physically, spiritually. I am his and he is mine. I feel that in my core as I moan and say,
“I’m coming for you, Sir. I’m coming for you.”
He puts his cock back in my mouth and I suck it again, feeling its wide girth filling up my mouth like it did my pussy earlier. He rams it down my throat while pulling my hair and saying, “You dirty, nasty little slut. You little sex slave of mine. For tonight. For always. You’ve gone and made me fall in love with you. And that fucking changes everything.”
His cock throbs in my mouth and I gulp down his come. Then he takes his cock out of my mouth and rubs his juices all over my face.
“I marked you, my sex slave,” he says. “You’re mine. For good.”
And I couldn’t be happier if I tried. This is the best St. Patrick’s Day ever.
Epilogue – Gavin
I wake up next to the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen: Jade with her hair all messy and my come still all over her.
I’ve taken her to my hotel, so that my dad can’t find us at the club. Last night after she’d fallen asleep I’d called trusted contacts and set up Plan As, Plan Bs and Plan Cs. All the stuff I’m used to doing— but usually I do it for my father. This time, it’s for me.
I know that I can make a successful break from him just as I’d successfully carried out all his assignments in the past. It’s time I put what he taught me to use for good in my own life, instead of bad.
I’m looking at Jade’s angelic face and thinking that I never even had the courage to act on my convictions until I met her, when she opens her eyes and looks into mine.
“Good morning,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss her hair.
“Morning,” she says. “Am I going to be tied up today?”
“Maybe,” I laugh. “But first I wanted to let you know some things.”
She leans into my chest and says, “Sure.”
“As you probably figured out, I came here to find out what you know,” I tell her. “I’m satisfied that you don’t know anything much. And even if you did, I’d protect you. Because, for reasons that are completely inexplicable to me, I love you.”
“I love you too, Gavin,” she says, looking up at me.
“What I was doing had way more to do with my father than it did with me,” I tell her. “But it was still wrong of me. I should have gotten out a long time ago. I didn’t know how good things could be until I met you.”
“I feel the same way,” she agrees. “You give me strength I didn’t even know I had.”
“I’m going to cut ties with my father,” I tell her. “I’ll reassure him that you don’t know anything but I’ll also make it clear that I’m done doing his dirty work. I don’t think he can do anything to hurt me from that far away. I have stuff on him. Stuff he wouldn’t want me to give up. But it probably means I can never go back to Ireland.”
“So, what are you going to do?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I hint. “But I hear it’s a lot easier to stay in the States if you’re married to a citizen.”
“Is that a marriage proposal?” she asks, shaking her head in disbelief. But I can tell she likes the idea.
“Not yet,” I tell her. “It’s way too soon for that. I need to tie you up at least twenty-seven more times and make sure I still have your loyalty.”
“Sounds good to me,” she agrees.
“But I know I love you enough to make big changes to be with you,” I tell her, in all seriousness. “I won’t let anyone hurt you. You’re safe with me. You don’t have to worry about anything you may have seen.”
“Okay, good,” she says, letting out an audible sigh of relief.
“I’m cutting ties with the club too, because I’m done with that— and there’s no way my dad would let me keep it anyway, even if I wanted to, which I don’t. But don’t worry. I have a lot of money in it I’ve gotten out. You’ll still get paid your money.”
“You don’t need to pay me money,” she says.
“Well, we’ll just share all my money then,” I tell her.
She laughs.
“Okay, but I only need enough to help out my mom and sister. I’m going to become a professor of Irish literature. Especially if I don’t have to worry about paying the bills.”
“You won’t,” I tell her, smiling at the mention of her family.
Back when I was spying on her, I had heard her talking to and about them and I think that was one of the things that made me love her before I even realized that I loved her. She’s so giving and selfless, and she inspired me to become a better person.
“First things first, I need to call my dad,” I tell her. “And then you and I are going to have more sex.”
“Good,” she says. “Works for me.”
She takes ou
t her own phone and flips through her contacts.
“And what are you going to do be doing in the meantime?” I ask her.
“I need to call Monique and Tessa and tell them how losing my virginity went,” she says.
“Oh, and how did it go?” I ask her.
“Perfectly,” she says. “I’m going to tell them I found a middle ground between their two experiences. I had good sex with a stranger who happened to love me. And it didn’t ruin our relationship because there was none to ruin yet.”
I laugh and wink at her.
“And it won’t be ruined,” I tell her. “Because I’ll do everything I can to protect it.”
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Sold as a Fake Fiancée: A Virgin and a Billionaire Romance
Copyright © 2017 by Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved
Chapter 1 – Veronica
Wanted: Beautiful Young Women.
Are you a stunning, intelligent woman? Billionaires request your companionship. The compensation is just as amazing as you are. Call The Exchange Club at 555–1212 to learn more.
I sigh as I place the Student Gazette in the center of the table.
“Can you believe this crazy ad?” I ask my friend Stacy, as we finish up our chicken sandwiches in the student union cafeteria.
I point it out to her with my finger and she glances at it from across the table.
“I can’t believe the college lets someone run this ad. If it’s even real. Do you think it’s even for real?”
“Only one way to find out,” Stacy says, her mischievous grin spreading across her freckled face.
I giggle nervously. I know there’s no way I would ever call that number as she’s suggesting. I’m too shy. Stacy is more the type to do such a thing.
I wouldn’t know how to entertain a billionaire. Even though I’m a freshman in college, I’ve never even had sex. I’m sure that if these billionaires are paying so handsomely, they would expect some nookie in return.
“I’ve heard about these escort agencies that act like they’re only for dates but really they’re for prostitution,” I tell Stacy. “I bet you anything this billionaires’ ‘Exchange Club’ is a place like that.”
“Sounds exciting,” Stacy says as she dips her fry into some Polynesian sauce. “And I bet those girls really rake in the money. I laugh. Leave it to Stacy to be humored at something I’m horrified by. I can’t imagine selling my body. Sure, it would be intriguing to be with a billionaire. I bet an older, more experienced one would be perfect when it comes to losing my virginity. He would certainly be better than any of the guys around here I’ve tried to date. All my dates have been so lame.
The last one I went on, the guy asked me if he had to pay for my dinner— after we had already eaten and the waiter had brought the check. This is after he had spent half of the second semester asking me out every day in biology class. You would think he would’ve saved up some money by the time I finally agreed to go on a date with him.
The only reason I said yes was because I was bored and I was thinking it may be time to give up my V card. But not to him. I really regretted saying yes just to dinner.
I told him we could split the bill, and I didn’t make a fuss over it, but then he had the nerve to tell me that even though he knew I was a big girl he didn’t know I would eat so much. While I’m plus sized, and I like a burger and fries as much as the next girl, I hadn’t even ordered that much food. It’s these kinds of things that makes me want to swear off dating forever.
At least a billionaire would have money to pay for dinner. And at least he probably wouldn’t make crass remarks. But I’m sure there has to be more than dinner involved at this “club” that the student newspaper is advertising. And while I’d like to sit here and fantasize about an older, much richer man having his way with me for my very first time, I can’t imagine actually doing it.
“I bet you’re thinking about what it will be like to lose your virginity to a billionaire,” Stacy says with a laugh. “Don’t even try to deny it.”
I blush and shake my head, but my smile betrays the fact that she has guessed correctly.
“I’ll go do it with you if you want,” she says. “Check out this billionaire club. Sell my time, or my body, or whatever it is these old rich dudes are wanting to pay for.”
“You would,” I tell her.
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Stacy asks, throwing a french fry at me.
I catch it and then put it in the bag with my garbage.
“Just that you’re a lot more adventurous than I am,” I tell her. “And that’s a good thing.”
“Yeah you really need to relax and let go sometimes,” she says. “At least go on this blind date with me next Saturday night. You know I’ve been dating Scott and he wants to set you up on a double date with his friend Jerry. He’s a football player. I’m sure he’s a stud. All of Scott’s friends are.”
“I’m kind of burned out on dates right now.”
“Oh please,” Stacy says. “I’m setting a new rule right now. Either you have to go on this blind date with Scott and me or you have to go on a date with one of these billionaires.”
She points her finger at the Student Gazette on the table in front of us, which is still open to the ad about the billionaires’ Exchange club.
“Well in that case, my decision is easy,” I tell her “I guess I’ll be joining you on the blind date. And this guy better not think that I’m eating too much just by ordering a burger.”
“I’m so glad to hear that you’ll come,” she says, as if she had given me a choice in the matter. “I know that with everything going on with your mom…”
She doesn’t finish and I’m glad. My mom is part of the reason that I both do and do not want to go on dates with random people who probably won’t turn out to be suitable date material.
My mom was diagnosed with cancer a year ago and her progression has been rather downhill. So, going on dates is a welcome distraction to take my mind off things but then when they don’t turn out well, I’m left feeling even more depressed than I usually am.
“I know you’re just trying to be a good friend,” I tell Stacy, because she looks regretful that she brought up my mom and I don’t want her to feel bad. “I appreciate your help and I’ll go on this date that you want me to go on. As long as you stop bombing me with french fries.”
“I promise I’ll stop,” she says, solemnly. “And not just because I’m out of fries. But I don’t want you to think that I’m pushing you too much or making fun of you. You’re a beautiful girl and the world is your oyster. You should be out there having fun and experimenting and exploring. But I also can understand why you’re hesitant. Especially after the crappy date with the cheap guy from biology class.”
“So, you think I’m a beautiful young woman?” I ask her, batting my eyelashes in mock flirtation. “But what about stunning and intelligent? Those are the requirements to be with these billionaires.”
I point again at the classified ad in the Student Gazette.
“I deftly think you would qualify,” she says. “And you might as well be making lots of money instead of having to spend it on your own dinner with a guy who insults you.”
“Speaking of biology class, I better get going,” I tell her, standing up and picking up my bag.
I’m partly changing the subject but partly realizing I need to hurry to class for real. I really hope I don’t have to see that guy I went on a date with. I’m going to ask the professor if I can change seats.
I scoop up the trash on the table so that I can throw it away. But when I pick up the Student Gazette, I don’t add it to the pile of trash. Instead I slip it in my backpack along with my cell phone which was also on the tab
le. I’m conscious enough of this fact that I stop and think about why I did it.
I guess a part of me is intrigued. But not intrigued enough to call that number.
Chapter 2 – Isaac
It’s cold when I enter my father’s house. The cheap bastard never did like to pay to keep the heat on. But I thought old age would soften him somehow, let him give in a little bit to the luxuries— or even just basic comforts— he hadn’t let himself indulge in his entire life. I guess I was wrong.
As I walk up his creaky old stairs, my phone buzzes with a text message. It’s from Dan, one of my best friends.
You coming to The Exchange tonight? It asks. Hear there’s gonna be some hot ass there.
I lean against the railing and roll my eyes before responding, which is more than Dan deserves because I’ve already told him “no” a billion times.
Not my thing, I text him back.
I’ve never paid for sex or a woman’s company. Ever since this new club— a local branch of a national chain— opened up on Ace Boulevard, my buddies have been trying to get me to go. It’s not like it’s just a strip club— although I here you can buy lap dances if you want. It’s a club to indulge in every man’s deepest darkest fantasies. Whatever you want, you can find a girl willing to sell it to you.
For Dan and my other buddies, this is a dream come true. They’d read about these clubs that are popping up nationwide and they even wrote to the owner of The Exchange so that we could get one in Miami.
I understand the allure of it: paying a girl to have her do what you want, owning her because you have the money to buy her. But I think it reeks of desperation and I don’t see the need to throw away so much money on something I can get for free.
I’ve never had a problem getting women. As I stare at my phone screen, I notice a case in point: all the other texts next to Dan’s are from women. They’re telling me what a fun time they had the other night at dinner or how they want me to fuck them again with my huge cock. They talk dirty to me, they talk sweet to me, they do anything I want and I don’t even have to pay them.
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