The Virgin's Contract

by Angela Blake

  She wanted his warmth. She loved every moment she felt his hands on her body. When he undid his zipper and she caught hold of his manhood she felt nothing but ecstasy and excitement flooding her senses.

  The warm of his lips and his tongue on her flesh made her squirm and moan. Perhaps someone saw them outside. Perhaps no one did. She didn’t care at this point. In the morning, he’d leave her and life would be the same as if nothing happened. All she cared about at this point was the pleasure of his body against hers.

  Nicole took his throbbing rod into her hands and guided it into her flesh. She descended down onto his lap, easing his manhood deep into her as it tore through her aching and wet pussy, and lost her mind.

  Chapter Two

  Nicole woke to the smell of coffee and eggs. She opened her eyes and found herself lying on a strange bed. It was covered in an exquisite comforter and a thick duvet underneath. When she looked around, she discovered that the bedroom was larger than her whole apartment. It even had its own fireplace and a dark, beautiful carpet. To one side she saw a door to a bathroom and a separate powder room. To another side she saw a slightly closed door. It was from this direction she could smell the aroma of breakfast.

  She slowly crept out of bed and discovered she had nothing to wear. All of her clothes from the night before were nowhere to be found. She looked into one of the closets, in which she saw a plethora of male clothing, but fortunately managed to find a dark blue bathing robe that was long enough to cover her private parts. She quickly tied it around her waist and walked out the door.

  Outside the bedroom she found a long hallway. She passed by a couple of doors but they were all shut and she didn’t want to discover who might be inside the rooms. Instead, she simply followed the aroma and eventually walked into a gorgeous kitchen.

  The kitchen had black and white marble tiles and a large island table close to a long counter filled with numerous cooking utensils and appliances. She spotted a bar with tall barstools. At one end was a pair of ovens and a stove.

  Cooking at this end was Michael, clad only in a pair of boxers and a white tank top.

  “Hey, you’re awake,” he told her the moment he saw her walk in. “I thought you’d be in bed a while longer. I was going to serve you breakfast in bed.”

  “Whose house did we break into last night?” Nicole asked as she took a barstool and sat close to Michael as he cooked. “Where the heck are we?”

  Michael smiled and then waved a finger mindlessly to their surroundings, “Didn’t we have this conversation last night?”

  “I was wasted,” she explained. “I’m sorry if I seem a little ditzy right now.”

  Michael nodded and looked at her as he explained, “Welcome to my humble abode.”

  Nicole’s jaw dropped in surprise.

  “Yeah, you did that too last night,” Michael exclaimed as he focused his attention back to his cooking. “Come on, do I really not look like the kind of guy that would own this sort of house?”

  Nicole looked at him, took a glance at the kitchen around her and then back at him. “No, you definitely do not strike me as that kind of guy.”

  “Well, what kind of guy do I strike you as?”

  “The sort that drives trucks all night for weeks?” Nicole answered. “I also thought military man or someone who worked on boats like a crab fisher or something. You got this really big body so I immediately thought of physical labor of some sort.”

  Michael laughed and shook his head, “Well, I just like to keep in shape. If I didn’t I’d look like a really tall, lanky pencil. To be honest I own a consolidation corporation. You know White Eagle Corp. right?”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me, how old are you?” Nicole just couldn’t believe what she was looking at. How could a guy like this, so young and smoking hot, be this successful? By the sheer look and size of his house he must have been a multi-millionaire or even a billionaire.

  “Thirty-one,” he answered. “You? Oh god, please tell me I didn’t sleep with a minor.”

  She laughed and shook her head, “Fortunately for you, I’m turning twenty-eight soon.”

  “Really? When?”

  Nicole watched as he flipped one of the sunny side-up eggs perfectly, “On Monday. I was hoping to get a job as a birthday gift to myself.”

  Michael took one of the cooked eggs, placed it on a plate and served it with toasted bread and butter. He headed over to the counter, took a knife and fork, and a mug. Before heading back to Nicole he filled the mug with coffee out of a brewer and then served it all to Nicole.

  She took a single sip of coffee and reached for sugar, “Wow, that’s strong.”

  He handed her a small jar of sugar that had a teaspoon inside. “Damn, I need to get you something for your birthday then,” he said. “Want to go out later? I don’t usually head out to the mall but this is a special occasion.”

  She nearly choked when she heard his offer, “Wait, what? Oh, no need for anything like that. I just want to get ready for job-hunting later and all. That’s my only thing for today.”

  “What time are you planning to go around?”

  “Sometime after lunch,” she answered. She took a bite out of her meal and then looked up at him, “Why, you plan on coming with me? It’s going to be a boring ride. Can’t give you a blowjob when I’m supposed to go in for an interview.”

  He laughed hard at her statement and took a moment to grab his own cup of coffee. He took another barstool and sat opposite of her. “Let me drive you around.”

  “Why?”

  “If I let you go I might never see you again,” he exclaimed. Nicole nodded and realized he was right. They only met last night and it was just a one-night stand. If this doesn’t develop into something deeper soon then it’ll evaporate.

  At least he knew this was his one shot to forge something stronger. Nicole could think of half a dozen guys that never even tried, having been satisfied with a fifteen minute quickie.

  She looked into his eyes and stated, “I’ll admit, I thought this was just going to be a one-time thing and I’d wake up in my apartment, alone and with a bad hangover. It’s a nice little surprise to wake up in a comfy, big bed and have breakfast served for once.”

  Michael gave a sarcastic but nonetheless cute curtsy, “You’re welcome. Honestly, I was going to approach you a few weeks ago.”

  Nicole pointed a finger and had a wicked smile on her face, “Aha! You’ve been stalking me.”

  “No, no, no, nothing like that,” Michael tried to defend himself. “I was at that new place, the Trax Corner. You were there once, I think on a Friday or something, and I saw you dancing with some friends. I was going to approach and say hi but by the time I bought a drink to offer I saw you were already talking to some guy.”

  Nicole shrugged, “Oh man, I remember that night. Yeah, now that I think about it I wish you just came up anyway. That guy you saw, Kevin, man he was an asshole.”

  “Did you fuck him?”

  “Didn’t get that far,” Nicole consoled him. She saw him give a sigh of relief. “He was being a jerk all night so I ditched him and went back with my girls. We went to see a movie. I was disappointed. I wanted to get wasted.”

  Looking at him, Nicole felt a little bit of assurance and a tingling sensation of amusement. She liked him. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to actually keep on dating him but so far he was nice and it definitely helped that he was polite and good-looking.

  “All right then,” she concluded. “You can go around with me.”

  Michael pumped his fist into the air in triumph. Nicole laughed and they spent the rest of the morning finishing their meals and relaxing back in the bedroom.

  Chapter Three

  Fortunately for Nicole, Michael agreed to drive over to her apartment first so she could change her clothes. She needed something a little more attractive for the kind of work she was hoping to get into.

  When she walked out and hea
ded back to the car, she couldn’t help but chuckle when she saw Michael’s reaction to what she wore. Nicole was wearing a backless, cropped white top and a pair of torn shorts that were quite up above her knees. She wore a pair of boots and had her hair tied up, exposing her back and neck even more.

  “Damn,” he told her. “I literally had to pick up my jaw from the floor.”

  “Thank you,” she replied as she stepped back into his car.

  “You never did tell me what kind of work you’re hoping to get,” he said as he began to drive. Downtown was just twenty minutes away from this neighborhood and Nicole realized she lived closer to the city than Michael did.

  She gave him a peck on the cheek and asked, “Would you believe me if I told you I’m a model?”

  “With a body like that, hell yes,” he answered her. “Maybe I should hire you to be the new face of our company.”

  “Don’t say that,” Nicole told him. “I might take it up seriously one day.” She then laughed and Michel followed.

  ***

  For the rest of the day, Nicole and Michael went from one studio to the next. Most of the interviews didn’t even last longer than fifteen minutes. Nicole had been a model since she was a teenager and her face was already well-known. Many of them signed her on for a few deals and one company, which sold designer lingerie, agreed to pay her in advance.

  It was already past sundown when they were done and set to go back home.

  “Will I see you again?” Michael had to ask.

  “Mike,” she called. “We spent the whole night and whole day together. You know where I live. Of course we’re going to see each other again.”

  He had that smile on his face again. It turned her on. Nicole tried to keep her cool and simply gave him a kiss on the lips before she left his car and walked back up to her apartment. She waved him good-bye as he left.

  As Michael’s car disappeared into the distance, Nicole walked up into her apartment, dropped her bag on the floor and crashed onto her couch. She looked at her wall clock. It was 7 PM.

  Nicole decided to take it easy tonight. She changed her clothes, putting on a black nightgown, and decided to stay in bed and watch a few movies for the rest of the night. She ordered pizza, having forgotten to buy food on the way home, and settled with a “Grey’s Anatomy” marathon.

  While watching, Nicole went through her phone contacts and her Facebook contacts. She usually never did but after spending a day with Michael it looked like she might get into something serious. Sure, he was rich and handsome, but those weren’t the only qualities that attracted her. He was funny, he was polite and he was genuinely sweet. It also helped that he was good in bed. Nicole wasn’t addicted to sex or anything but the way he used his tool and how he pleased her were so refreshing and exciting, it made her feel like a giddy teenager again.

  In her bed, alone, she could shut her eyes and imagine the way he’d hold her close to him and how his warm breath felt right before he’d bite down on the skin of her neck or her ear. She could relish in the thought of how his hands roamed across her body and how his fingers gently caressed her nipples moments before he’d give a tighter squeeze. She could feel how his manhood felt as it pressed against her flesh and how her body trembled when he thrust it into her. She could still feel how it broke through her walls and penetrated deep into her body.

  When she reached down between her legs Nicole felt she was warm and wet. She shut her eyes and continued to imagine the night before and how Michael held her close as he thrust in and out of her. She remembered the scent of his skin and how he would lick her before raising her leg and changing their position on his bed. She could almost taste him on her lips and how he looked at her in ecstasy and pride as she knelt down and worked on his cock with her mouth and tongue.

  Before she knew it, Nicole was losing all control and was playing rapidly with her own flesh. Her finger was deep inside her and her thumb toyed with her clit, rubbing it in circles until she finally peaked and exploded in an orgasm.

  Wet, soaking, and tired, Nicole rested for a while and took another shower.

  ***

  A few hours later, when it was almost 10 PM, she was getting a little lonely. It wasn’t exactly the kind of day to go out though so she took her phone and texted Michael. Nothing fancy, just a simple hello.

  For a few minutes there was nothing but silence. Maybe he was sleeping? She didn’t bother to text a second time. He’d red her message when he wasn’t busy and would reply. After all, he was the one worried that they wouldn’t see each other again, right?

  The phone buzzed.

  The smile she had on her face immediately eroded the moment she read what Michael had sent her.

  “Don’t text right now, my wife is in the house.”

  Chapter Four

  “What the fuck do mean ‘it’s not a problem’, huh?” Nicole angrily asked as she punched Michael’s arm. It was early morning and she was still in a bad mood from the night before. She didn’t waste any time and immediately told him to meet her in her apartment the moment his wife was gone and he was free.

  “I mean it’s not a problem,” Michael tried to explain further but all he was doing was repeating what he already said. “Yeah, I’m married but it’s not an issue.”

  “How the fuck is that not an issue? What happens if I got pregnant? What if she finds out you and I were fucking each other?” Nicole could barely keep her temper down. She didn’t want to scream so loudly. The landlord or the security guards of the apartment compound might get curious and investigate. That would just make the scandal bigger.

  Michael tried to keep his distance and he sat on her recliner, “Look, my wife is nothing. She’s a piece of decoration in my house. I don’t love her. We just got married because we had to.”

  “What do you mean you had to? You can’t be forced into marriage.”

  Michael shook a finger at her, “You don’t know my parents. They wouldn’t settle for anyone but a girl also coming from an elite family. So I got forced into this relationship with her. I mean, she goes out for days and she tells me she’s with friends but I know she’s fucking some guy out of town. There are rumors she’s screwing a dentist or something.”

  “So what, that gives you the right to screw other girls too?” Nicole demanded for an answer. She was so mad she almost slammed her small fists on the coffee table between the couches. To calm herself down, she walked to the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee. “You’re still a married man. You tricked me.”

  “I never told you I was single.”

  He was right, he never did and she didn’t bother asking about his relationship status. She just assumed he was single and available. After all, she spent the whole night at his place and the majority of his morning and afternoon without a single message from his wife.

  “Rich boys,” she said as she shook her head in disbelief. “You always think you can get away with things like this.”

  “I did get away with it,” Michael pointed out to her. “She’s still unaware that I brought you home, had sex with you, made you breakfast and took you out for job hunting. By the time she came home she was too drunk and tired to even care.”

  Nicole didn’t want to accept that reality, “If that’s the case why don’t you just divorce her? I presume your family has no more say in your life, right?”

  “They don’t,” Michael explained, “but you have to think about the corporation. If I’m caught flirting with someone else, it’s not a big deal. If I get into a divorce then that’s legal problems and it will affect the company. I just can’t do it.”

  “You think I’ll still go out with you knowing it isn’t right?”

  Michael stood up and opened his arms wide, “Yes, I do. I honestly do. Despite what the paper says, I’m not in a relationship. I haven’t had sex with my wife in two years.”

  “Say her name,” Nicole demanded as she finished her coffee.

  “
What? Why?”

  Nicole wouldn’t back down from this, “Say her goddamn name.”

  “Vanessa,” Michael told her. “Her name’s Vanessa.”

  Nicole met his gaze and for a long while neither of them said another word. Both of them were locked in their thoughts. For a brief moment, Nicole wanted to spatter her hate and anger at him but the longer she looked at him the more she felt her anger melting away.

  “Babe, please, don’t be mad about this,” Michael begged. She saw his face twist in the most pitiful manner and she honestly wanted to crawl to him, kiss him and promise it would be fine. She didn’t want to lose her composure, however, because if she did then she’d lose the argument and Michael would get what he wanted. She’d end up giving in and become his secret lover and that was a label she didn’t want to carry.

  “Don’t call me babe,” Nicole told him flatly. “Don’t ask me to not get mad about this. I feel like I was manipulated and lied to.”

  “I’m sorry,” he admitted and she felt the sincerity in his voice. “I was going to tell you. I just didn’t know how.”

  Nicole shrugged that off, “I’m not going to fall for that. Don’t tell me you were going to tell me. Come on, what were you going to say? ‘Hey, by the way, I’m married but I still want to fuck you.’”

  “I’m married but it doesn’t matter. If we stay together you’d be my wife in all aspects but on paper,” he shot back.

  Nicole smiled. She tried not to but his words just struck the right chord for her.

  “Is that a smile?” Michael asked and he beckoned for her to come closer. Nicole rolled her eyes and walked up to him. He grabbed her hands and pulled her down, making her sit on his lap.

  “Come on,” Michael said before he landed a kiss on her forehead and then on her lips. “You spend all your time in my house, I’ll take good care of you, and we have all the fun times in the world. It’ll be like she doesn’t even exist.”