Buying His Virgin

by Lila Younger

  Hey, at least it’s for good, I remind myself. You’ll be able to fix the mess you got your parents in, and secure your own future too. That’s what’s most important.

  The elevator dings, opening up to the fiftieth floor. The room is white, and brightly lit. There’s a door on the far side. The only thing in the room is a giant marble table, with a stunning arrangement of pink and purple flowers.

  “Here is where I leave you,” the lady says. “All you have to do is ring the doorbell. One last thing, please remember your agreement. If there’s a complaint, Carlos will hear of it.”

  My eyes dart up to hers, but the phony smile is stuck firmly on her face. The underlying threat is clear though. If I try to make trouble for them, they’re going to make trouble for my parents. I nod stiffly, and she takes that as a sign that I’m going to be good. The lady turns sharply on her heels, enters the elevators, and leaves.

  I stand in the room for another minute, working up the courage to head toward the door. I know I should just get it over with, that the sooner I do this, the sooner I can go home, but that doesn’t mean I’m not scared out of my mind. If only my buyer could be Silas. I mean, he’s loaded with money right? He was so handsome, and so nice, that I felt immediately at ease. But of course that’s not happening. The sort of people who buy women are probably criminals or something, not a media mogul.

  Finally, after a few more minutes, I work up the nerve to step across the room and press the doorbell. It chimes, a pleasant sound that echoes faintly. I keep my eyes down on my feet as the door opens. I’m not sure I want to look, but I know I have to.

  “You!” I say in shock. I can’t believe it. But it’s true. The dark blue eyes, the perfect lips. It’s Silas.

  He leans against the door, his muscular body taking up most of the frame.

  “It’s me,” he says, amused. “Looks like you’ve recovered from your fall.”

  I’m so stunned that I don’t say anything. He takes a step back and gestures for me to come inside. I’ve never been in a penthouse suite before, but even I know that this is as luxurious as they come. It’s got soaring fifteen feet ceilings, with breathtaking floor to ceiling views of the city. Paintings hang on the walls which are covered with polished wood paneling. There’s even a grand piano in one corner of the living room.

  “This place is amazing,” I say breathlessly.

  “It’s home,” Silas replies.

  His voice behind me brings me back to my current situation. I’ve been brought to him as a prize. I have no idea what’s expected of me. Do I take off my clothes? Do I wait for his instructions? I wish the lady had thought to tell me about that, instead of making veiled threats. I sneak another glance at him and blush. I wouldn’t mind having sex with a man this good looking, not at all. And if even half the rumors about him are true, then he’d be a very, very good first time. Is he expecting me to be too? I wonder. I mean, he already knows I’m a virgin.

  The idea that I’d been sold to the man of my fantasies makes me warm, a flush spreading across my breasts, my pussy tingling at the idea of what can happen. He owns me. He can do whatever he wants to me. And for some reason, that made me want him more than ever.

  “I wasn’t told how this works,” I confess. “Should I- What should I do?”

  “What’s your name?” he asks, pushing my hair off my shoulder. He’s so close I feel like he’s sucking up all the oxygen around us, and I have to fight to hold my breath steady.

  “Olivia.”

  “Olivia, I’m Silas,” he says. “And all you have to do is follow instructions. Can you do that?”

  I nod, trembling like a leaf.

  “Good,” he says softly. “Because there’s so much I want to do to you.”

  He goes over to the expensive leather sofa and sits down, beckoning me over. I walk over, being careful not to stumble from nerves. He smiles, and I’m glad at least one of us is calm and at ease.

  “Take off your clothes Olivia,” he commands.

  His voice sends shivers up my spine, causing my nipples to harden to stiff peaks under my dress. Silas practically exudes raw power, and everything in me hastens to obey.

  Even though I know how my dress works now, I have to try a few times before the clasps open, the material sliding off my body in a waterfall of color. My breasts are round and heavy, my nipples standing at attention. Silas’ eyes drink me in, moving hungrily over my body. A pulse of desire runs through me. It’s plain to see just how much he wants me. My eyes drop down to his cock straining against his jeans. He really wants me, and the knowledge makes me soak my panties. Is this really what I want? But it is. My body is making that much clear. He crooks his finger.

  “Sit on the coffee table,” he orders huskily, “and spread your legs.”

  I take a slow step towards him, then another one. My body is hot, heating up, and somehow the fact that I’m completely naked and he isn’t is more than I can take. I carefully sit on the hard wooden surface, pushing myself back. There’s a book in the way and I shove it to the side. Slowly I spread my legs, opening myself wide to Silas. My pink slit is bared to him, the delicate folds glistening and wet with arousal. My breath hitches as my gaze drops down to his crotch. I can see his cock practically pulsing through the material of his pants, thick and hard. No wonder every woman tries to throw themselves at him. It’s massive.

  “Touch yourself. I want to see you come.”

  And with trembling fingers, I obey.

  Silas

  I’m basking in the sight of Olivia in front of me. She’s perfect, absolutely perfect and when she opens her legs, I almost come. Every inch of her is beautiful, but her pussy is something else altogether. She’s shaved, and her lips cover her entrance like the petals of a flower. And fuck, she’s dripping honey already, a puddle forming on the coffee table from how aroused she is. And then to see the way she’s looking at my cock, with desire and awe. I have to close my eyes for a moment to regain control. When I open my eyes, I know that I want more than just this one time. I’ll have to hold myself back, stop myself from burying my cock inside of her right here and now, otherwise she’ll disappear again. And I refuse to let that happen.

  “Touch yourself,” I say instead. “I want to see you come.”

  The sweet thing obeys my orders instantly. One hand begins to fondle her breast, kneading the puffy nipple with her fingers as her other hand circles her pussy. She may be a virgin, but it’s clear she’s touched herself a few times. Her fingers glide over her pink folds, puffy and swollen from arousal. So she liked taking off her clothes for me, I think with a smile.

  I can’t take it any longer. I unzip my pants, freeing my cock. I want her to see just how hard her body makes me. It springs out long and straight, and I grip it in my hand, pretending it is Olivia’s warm lips on it. My whole body contracts with need, but I can be patient. I’ll have her soon enough.

  She parts her pussy with two fingers and dips her fingers inside of her. I hear a little gasp as she enters herself. Her thumb is circling over her clit, the little nub peeking out of its hood. She pushes her fingers wetly inside of herself, her back arching as she pleasures herself. Her breathing shortens as her fingers move faster.

  “Another finger,” I order, my voice rough as my cock responds to her wanton sounds.

  Olivia does so without hesitation, moaning loudly as she stretches out that sopping hole. The power I have over her is like a shot of adrenaline straight to my cock. I pump my hand over my length, long slow strokes to make me last until she comes. Her hands are sliding in and out, faster now, her fingers pinching and tugging at her breast as she brings herself closer to orgasm.

  She’s got a beautiful flush across her body, glowing and pink as her fingers delve just that much deeper. I can imagine it already, my cock driving into her, and it’s got me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Olivia’s breath is ragged now as she works her pussy, fingers flying across her clit, her body shaking as her orgasm barrels through h
er. I roar with relief as I let myself come, muscles tightening as my seed shoots out all over her pussy. Bolts of pleasure shoot through me, through my cock as I empty myself all over her breasts, her pussy. Her fingers are pearly white, mashing my cream into her folds as she shudders and comes onto herself again, mixing our juice together.

  She collapses onto her back, eyes to the ceiling as she struggles to regain her breath. I take her hand and bring it to her lips.

  “Taste it,” I tell her.

  She obediently parts her lips, licking until her entire hand is clean. And in that moment I know I can do anything to her, and Olivia will love me for it. Watching her laid out in front of me, all mine, unlocks something inside of me that’s different from the desire I usually experience with a woman. She’s quivering still, even though I haven’t pushed her that far. I will, but I’m going to take my time. I want to enjoy every second of it.

  Finally she pushes herself up from the table. She closes her legs up, as if embarrassed at showing me so much of herself. I help her tie up her dress again.

  “Are you hungry?” I ask. “Have you eaten?”

  “No, not since this morning.”

  So my hot chocolate’s all she had? Well she must be starving by now.

  “Then let’s get some food,” I say firmly.

  I want more than just Olivia’s body. I’m curious about her too. She’s the last thing I expect to find on the site. The previous women were looking to be pampered and spoiled, or treated our encounter like a business transaction. Olivia is like neither of those types.

  I lope over to the couch and pick up the coat I threw down this afternoon. Then I head to the closet, where I know my sister’s left a coat behind from her last visit. There’s no way I’m letting Olivia walk around the streets dressed in that flimsy dress. I make a note for Reeves, my butler, to pick up a few things for her. She’s going to be staying a while, that much I’ve decided. To be honest, didn’t have any plans for when I bought Olivia. The only thing on my mind was to possess her, to make sure no other man could see what I already thought was mine. So I made a bid, a big one, to let all those other bidders know I’ve staked my claim and they weren’t going to take her from me.

  “Food?” she asks cautiously as she slips into the coat I hold out to her. “You mean like at a restaurant?”

  “We could order in if you’d prefer.”

  She shakes her head. She looks radiant, flushed and glowing from her orgasm. “We can go out,” she says.

  “Good. I know an amazing sushi place.”

  ********

  The restaurant, Fijiya, is only a five minute drive from my penthouse. It’s small, out of the way, and by all appearances, nondescript. The reason I love it though, aside from the fact that the owner apprenticed under the top sushi chef in Japan, is because they have small rooms instead of booths, with sliding doors, ensuring our privacy. If I was alone I would sit at the bar, so that the food would go from preparation to plate in the shortest amount of time, but the last thing I want is for rumors to fly around about me and Olivia when I’m not quite sure what, if anything, there is here.

  I take off her coat and hang it up outside the doors, laying mine over it. The waitress opens up the sliding doors, revealing a small room with an elegant floral arrangement in the back shelf and soft cushions to sit on.

  “My friend is new to sushi,” I tell the waitress. In fact, Olivia tells me in the car, she’s never even tried a California roll. “Can you tell Yoshiro to go easy on her?”

  She bows and carefully closes the sliding door. I take the teapot and pour out a steaming up of green tea for Olivia and myself.

  “Do we not order here?” she asks.

  “No. The chef, Yoshiro, carefully selects the menu based off of the catches of the day,” I reply. “It’s all predetermined.”

  She looks worried, so I put a hand on hers to assure her.

  “Yoshiro understands that not everyone’s tried sushi before. He’s not going to spring anything too crazy on you.”

  “What’s too crazy?” she asks timidly.

  “Sea urchin, for example. He’ll mainly stick with fish, maybe some scallop.”

  Her eyes widen like saucers.

  “Should I not have picked sushi?” I ask with a frown. Perhaps it would be too much after all.

  “No, no. I want to try,” she says. She gives me a small smile, and I get the feeling that she means more than just raw fish.

  “So tell me what your favorite food is,” I say, leaning in on my elbows, “since it’s not sushi.”

  “I like chocolate and ice cream. Or chocolate ice cream,” she says, sipping her tea. She makes a face and I have to try not to laugh. If she’s got a sweet tooth, then the slight bitterness of green tea would really put her off. “I think everything’s improved by the taste of chocolate.”

  She pauses, and sadness flickers over her features.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask. She hesitates. “There’s something bothering you. What is it?”

  “Chocolate makes me think of my dad. He love chocolate donuts,” she explains. “He’s been in an accident. I still haven’t heard from my mom about him. I figured he’d be out of the hospital by now.”

  I take a hold of her hand. I like the feel of it in my palm, fitting snug against my own.

  “I’m sorry. That’s terrible. Did you want to call him?”

  “I will after we eat,” she says. “I feel bad because he was working late to help me pay for college.”

  “You’re a college student?” I ask, surprised.

  “My last year,” she says. “I go to Windsor University upstate.”

  I raise my eyebrows. A small liberal arts college? Beautiful and intelligent. Talk about a lethal combination.

  “Smart cookie,” I comment, and she flushes.

  “Sort of. I’m trying to get into journalism, and I know they have a good program. I’m hoping to make my way to the New York Times one day.”

  “Don’t you have school right now?”

  She shakes her head quickly.

  “I’m on break.”

  Just then the sliding door opens and a tray of sushi is presented. There’s my favorite, Kobe beef tartare, toro, uni, and rock oyster. An elegant selection of sashimi is displayed on a second wooden plate, and for Olivia, a selection of vegetable rolls and tempura. There’s even a pair of chopsticks, modified so that they’re easier, which is presented and placed by Olivia’s side of the table. The waitress gives a quick bow and closes up the screen.

  “Oh,” she says as she picks up her lacquered chopsticks. She pushes them together and apart carefully. “Will this help me eat?”

  “They should,” I say, picking up my own. “Don’t feel too bad if it takes you a bit. I practiced for months before I got the hang of it.”

  She carefully picks a cucumber roll and promptly drops it into the soy sauce. Instead of getting mortified though, she laughs, a beautiful tinkling sound. I think I could be a happy man if I could hear that laugh every day. Olivia tries again, managing just barely to get the roll past those luscious lips of hers. I spear a piece of toro and eat it. Perfect as usual. I look up to see her watching me.

  “How does it taste?” she asks.

  “Rich and meaty. It practically melts in the mouth. Do you want to try?”

  She bites her lip, but then she nods. I like that about her.

  “Here,” I say, picking out a smaller piece and lifting it to her. Olivia leans in, and I gently pop it into her mouth. I watch her face as she chews on the fish.

  “It’s... okay,” she says as if surprising herself. “It’s not slimy like I thought it would be.”

  “Are you normally this brave when it comes to things you don’t know anything about?” I ask.

  “No,” she says softly. “But I feel like I could be with you.”

  We’re looking at each other now, and her words have me imagining all sorts of things I want her to try with me, like wrapping those lips aroun
d my cock for instance. It’s a good thing there’s a table between us, because my cock’s getting hard again, and I desperately want to sink myself inside of her. Not that I would here. The walls are literally made of paper.

  “Why don’t you try the yellowtail next?” I say, clearing my throat.

  “Sure,” she says smiling. “I’d like that.”

  And even though it seems like we’ve gone back to safer ground, I know better. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I’ve lusted after their body, sure, but I’ve never wanted to possess anyone as utterly as I do Olivia. And I’m not sure what I’m going to do about this situation. Because there’s only the flimsiest of reasons for her to be with me here, and I can’t hold out much longer.

  Olivia

  Once we’re finished, we take our coats and head outside. The driver is waiting in directly in front of the restaurant’s entrance, and he opens up the door for me. Silas takes my hand and guides me into the car. It’s all very, very surreal. I mean, I’ve never been in a restaurant where they don’t tell you how much dinner is before you eat. I guess numbers are irrelevant to a man like Silas. He probably doesn’t think twice before buying whatever he wants. And to have someone waiting for you to finish dinner so that you don’t have to stand out in the cold is amazing. All of these little luxuries impress me, but he doesn’t seem to think twice about it.

  “I’ve retrieved your car and arranged for it to be parked in the hotel’s parking,” he tells me as we pull into traffic. “You told me you didn’t pack anything, so I took the liberty of sending a few things over for you.”

  “Thank you,” I say. “But you don’t have to do this. Really.”

  “I enjoy taking care of things,” was his reply.

  I fall into silence. Everything that’s happened so far makes me feel incredibly mixed up inside. It started out so grim this morning, and now it feels like I’ve landed in a fairy tale. And then there was the out of this world sex this afternoon. I mean, I don’t know what this is all supposed to mean. I know in my heart that Silas Rutherford is a charming man who enjoys his women. I’m probably just another notch on his belt. So why does it not feel that way? Am I just that inexperienced?