VirginsforSale.com

by Sky Corgan

  “What are you going to do to me?” I ask between clenched teeth, trying to keep my fear from causing tears to pool in my eyes. I was stupid for allowing this to happen. I should have never clicked on that fucking ad.

  “I'm taking you back to my house. Unless of course, you'd rather me fuck you right here.” His lips trace the curve of my neck.

  “And then what?” I lean away from him.

  “And then we'll see what happens from there.”

  “And then you'll kill me?” I practically spit at him.

  He gives me a confused look, his eyebrows furrowing. “No. Oh God no.” His hold on me finally loosens enough that I'm able to push out of his arms and take the seat across from him.

  We've pulled onto the highway. If I tried jumping out of the limo now, I'd risk being badly injured. I may even die. I need to wait for a better opportunity to make my escape.

  All the passion in his expression is gone. Now he just looks troubled. “Wait. You did sign up for that website, didn't you?”

  I purse my lips, wondering what exactly I did sign up for. Not to be abducted, for sure. Maybe VirginsforSale.com was a cover for something else, something darker.

  “What did you sign up for?” I throw the question back at him.

  “You are Althea Ellis, right? The girl on VirginsforSale.com? The one I bought? You knew about this? I haven't just been talking to some computer that tricked me into thinking I was talking to you this entire time?” He grills me with questions.

  A chuckle escapes my lips. I've had the same fears and doubts. He ended up being real. Yet I still don't understand what's going on.

  “What's so funny?” It's obvious he does not find this situation amusing.

  “What do you think you bought?” My nerves start to settle as I begin to realize that he's every bit as confused as I am.

  “What the website promised. Your virginity. Your obedience. You.” He sits back and crosses his leg over his ankle, looking like a businessman.

  “Then why did you come abduct me so forcefully? I don't even know your name. I know nothing about you. Like any sane woman would willingly get into a car with a man they don't know.”

  He sighs, annoyance returning to his expression. “I assumed you knew I would eventually come claim you.”

  “Is that how this works?” I quirk an eyebrow.

  “That's how I work,” he tells me unapologetically.

  “I wasn't aware I'd been purchased by a brute,” I mumble beneath my breath, though he obviously heard it because his entire body tenses.

  “Well, like it or not, you sold yourself to a brute.” His eyes narrow at me. “Will you renege on your contract?”

  Now that the confusion is clearing up, it's much easier to see things as they are, not as my frightened mind had imagined them to be. I look the man before me up and down. He is, in fact, the guy from the picture. And if everything is legit, then he paid fifty thousand dollars for me.

  “I haven't seen a penny of the money I was promised yet,” I inform him. “The website said they won't pay until thirty days after the amount is released by you.”

  His expression softens. “I'm sorry. I wasn't aware of that.”

  “Then how do I even know any of this is real?” I hug myself, closing myself off to him further.

  “Are you just in this for the money?”

  The question catches me off guard. Yes. No. If I am being honest, I'm not really sure.

  “Are you just in this for the sex?” I ask.

  He snorts. “Do you think I need to pay for sex?”

  Arrogant prick, though there's something incredibly alluring about that.

  “No, I don't think you need to pay for sex.” Certainly not from someone like me. Hell, had I first spied him walking down the street and thought I had half a chance, I'd be spreading my legs for him for free.

  “Then there's your answer.” He stares across at me intently. “Now it's your turn.”

  “For what?” I'm so befuddled by why he would want me that I've forgotten what he asked.

  “To answer my question. Are you just in this for the money?” A flash of annoyance crosses his expression, and I immediately feel guilty for having disappointed him in some way, though I'm not sure why.

  “What if I said yes?”

  “Then I would be the one to end our contract. Right here. Right now. You should know that I don't pay for sex.”

  “So you're paying to own me then?” I can feel some of the tension leaving my shoulders knowing that we're both in this for the same thing—for something deeper. It makes me drop my guard a little.

  “That's what the website said.” A smirk plays at the corners of his lips.

  “And you came to claim me...in the most brutish of ways?” My eyes widen flirtatiously.

  “I make no apology for the way I am. I just ask you to accept it.” There's definitely not an ounce of apology in anything about him. He has all the mannerisms of a man in charge. It's such a turn on that I find myself blushing.

  “I can try.” I bite my bottom lip, averting my gaze shyly.

  “There is no try,” he tells me, his eyes burning into me, making me feel small and vulnerable. “Come here.”

  My body is buzzing with nervousness, but I do as I'm told, crossing the space between us. As soon as he's able to reach me, he grips my waist and pulls me down onto his lap. I shiver from the closeness, my mind going wild with fantasies of what he might want to do to me. I have a feeling that he's even less conventional in the bedroom than he has been about this business.

  “May I know the name of my new master?” I ask, feeling the word master roll off of my tongue with all its implications.

  “Your new master?” He slides a hand over my thigh, drawing it up until his thumb is pressing into the leg of my shorts. I suck in a breath as I feel him reach the place where my thigh and groin connect. No man has ever had his hand so near to my sex before. “My name is Gavin Errico.”

  “Gavin,” I mouth his name, trying it on for size. I like the way it flows so easily.

  “And as soon as I get you back to my house, I'm going to eat your pussy until you're screaming it.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  GAVIN

  This is not how I had anticipated things would go when I went to pick her up. I had imagined her spending the weeks following our first contact grooming herself for the moment I came to claim her, waiting with impatient longing. That obviously wasn't the case. From the looks of it, she pushed our contract to the back of her mind—practically forgot about me. Maybe I should have made a greater effort to stay in contact.

  That doesn't change the fact that she's mine now. And though things are a bit awkward, I have no regrets.

  “This isn't a house, it's a castle,” she says as she looks around my place in wonder.

  I expect she wants the grand tour, but she'll have plenty of time for that later. Now that I have her, I don't plan on letting her go.

  I take her straight to my bedroom, annoyed by her hesitant footsteps. The expression she held in her nudes is back again. Uncertainty. This is the innocence that I so desired. True innocence. She's not one of those other girls who would have been so eager to throw themselves into my arms. Essentially, I paid for a challenge without even knowing it.

  Her reluctance is keeping me on edge, but I'll break through that soon enough. It's not like I've never seduced a woman before.

  I stand close to the bed and offer her my hand. When she takes it, I raise her hand to my lips and kiss the top of her fingers like a perfect gentleman. She smiles at me, color rushing up her neck. At least, I know she finds me attractive. I doubt she would blush otherwise.

  I pet over the top of her hand before clutching onto her wrist and pulling her against me. She avoids my gaze as our bodies collide. That uncertainty is still there, and all I can do is pray that it will eventually go away.

  I lean down to kiss her, my arms circling her and grabbing two handfuls of her round ass. Her ey
es widen, and for a split second, I expect her to pull away, but instead her lips part, inviting me in. I push my tongue into her mouth, thinking about how sweet she tastes. There's a sheen of waxiness on her lips—some fruity chapstick. I nibble it from her lips, my erection straining against her stomach.

  I turn her in my arms, wanting to explore her more. One hand travels up her shirt, sliding over the width of her stomach; my fingers can reach all the way across her. My other hand traces the crease where her leg connects to her torso. I inhale her scent. She's not fruity or floral like I'm used to women smelling, but clean—a freshly bathed scent—the scent of soap and laundry detergent. It's unpretentious, almost natural.

  I kiss her neck, and she cranes it for me. My fingers move up her hip then round back to grab her ass. I can feel the monster inside of me kicking up, the itch to speed things along.

  “Is your pussy getting slick for me?” I whisper into her ear.

  “I don't know,” she replies shakily, sounding lost.

  Innocence. She exudes it like a pheromone. Knowing that not an inch of her sweet skin has been touched by another man makes me all the more impatient to have her. She's never been fingered. Never had her pussy licked. Never had a man's throbbing cock pressed between her folds. Having the privilege to deflower her is a gift, and for as much as I had originally wanted to take my time and savor each act, I can feel my body's nagging need to claim every part of her.

  “Let's find out.” My hands slip back around her to unbutton her shorts. She places her fingers on top of mine but doesn't stop me from undressing her. It's a warning that I'm moving too fast—a warning I don't bother acknowledging.

  I pull down her shorts and the cotton panties she's wearing beneath in one fluid downstroke. She places a dainty hand over her mound to cover herself, but I can see the smattering of short pubic hair beneath.

  “I need to see those tits, too,” I tell her as I start to take off her shirt.

  Doubt is written all over her face. Still, I don't bother stopping. My sense of ownership over her keeps me moving, has me behind her unclasping her bra. It's not until she's naked that I give her a moment to adjust to everything. She sinks back against the bed, covering herself the best she can while I get to work undressing. She doesn't even look at me until I pull my throbbing cock out, thick and veiny and hard just for her. When her eyes unabashedly fall to that place between my legs, they grow hooded. My dick pulses to see her look at me like that—with desire. For as much as she's trying to hide it, she's turned on. There's a part of her, no matter how small, that enjoys me taking control of her.

  I drop my pants and boxers to the floor, stroking myself a few times for her viewing pleasure. When I step out of them to walk towards her, she sinks back even more, her eyes leaving me.

  I kneel down and grip her ankles, flipping her onto her back on the bed and spreading her thighs. She gasps, trying to press them closed, but I use my weight to keep her in place.

  “Gavin, I don't think—” she starts to say, but I don't wait for her to finish her sentence.

  “I need to taste you down here,” I tell her before using the tip of my tongue to part her delicate folds and sink into her sweet nectar.

  Her head tips back with a groan, and I finally see the surrender that I've been waiting for. My hand travels up her body to touch her perky breast. The nipple is a hard bead beneath my palm. I stroke it teasingly, not giving it a pinch until my lips circle her tiny erect bud and I suck it into my mouth. Her entire body bucks, her hand flying into my hair. She says my name in a panic as if she doesn't even know what hit her.

  “Does my angel like that?” I blow a hot breath across her moist parts.

  “Mhm.” She chews her bottom lip.

  “No man has ever been in here before?” I probe at her opening with my index finger. Her pink petals are glistening for me. To see her so wet has my balls filling to the brim with all the seed I want to spill inside of her. She's mine now. Mine to fuck. Mine to impregnate.

  “No.” She shakes her head, her cheeks turning pink.

  “This little hole is mine.” I bite her inner thigh before sliding just the tip of my finger into her. Her cunt squeezes around it, and I hiss in pleasure, thinking about how amazing it will feel to have her body doing this to my cock. “You're so fucking wet. I bet you didn't even know you could get this wet.”

  She casts her gaze to the ceiling as if she's embarrassed by her body's reaction to me.

  “Oh no, sweetness. Don't feel embarrassed about wanting me. I've wanted you for sooo long.” I drag the flat of my tongue up between her folds. Then I circle her cleft before pressing my finger into her to the knuckle. Her back arches off the bed, and she lets out a shaky breath. “Your pussy feels so good sucking on my finger.” I start thrusting gently, feeling her wetness build. It's practically dripping out of her. I make sure to lick up every drop.

  I look over her mound and burn into her with my gaze. “You will come for me.”

  Then I descend on her again mercilessly. My mouth nibbles at her bud. My finger curls to tease over her g-spot. She twists her fingers in my hair, undecided about whether to push me away or pull me closer. The tugging burns at my scalp, but I don't stop. I can feel the tiny contractions, an unsteady beat leading up to her full climax.

  I bury my face in her cunt, sucking and licking and eating until her reluctant little body finally gives way. She shouts into the night, a praise to the heavens that's meant for me. It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. Feeling her pussy squeeze around my finger while her clit dances beneath my tongue is the sweetest thing I've ever felt. I've pleasured women countless times in the past, but I've never really enjoyed it. It's always felt like a duty, something I give to get what I want. Most girls will blow you if you eat them out first. The girls who blew me first, well, they've been shit out of luck. But this is entirely different. I don't want reciprocation. I just want Althea to enjoy her first time having a man eat her pussy. I want her to crave it—to be ruled by this feeling. I want her to dream about it and touch herself when I'm not around to thoughts of my mouth on her. I've never wanted that from any woman ever before.

  I lick her cream from my lips, looking at her small panting frame. My cock is leaking down the side of the bed where I've been kneeling. As I watch her pussy contract with the last few breaths of her orgasm, I know I can't wait to be inside of her. I have to claim her. Now.

  I stand, towering over her, my dick in my hand. She looks like an angel, her short hair spread across the comforter, her eyes closed. That doesn't last for long, though. As soon as she looks at me and figures out my intentions, panic takes over. I step forward, and she pulls herself up and away from me, curling into a ball and shutting me out.

  “No,” she says in a small voice.

  “No?” I quirk my head back.

  She doesn't realize it yet, but no isn't an option.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  ALTHEA

  Too fast. Everything is moving too fast. I barely know this man's name, and I've already allowed him to bury his tongue between my legs.

  It wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it was actually pretty amazing. But this isn't what I want at all. And I don't mean him. I definitely want him. I mean this. This non-traditional...whatever it is. It's making me feel like a hoebag—like a piece of meat. But most of all, like his words about this not being just sex weren't sincere.

  “Not like this, Gavin.” My eyes flutter up to meet his. I feel so weak and vulnerable naked on his bed.

  “I don't think you understand how this works.” He sits on the side of the bed, speaking to me as if I'm a child. “I bought you. You belong to me now. You'll give me what I want.”

  “And I don't think you understand that I'm a human being.” Tears assault my eyes as I curl further into myself. How can he be so cold? Is it really so black and white to him?

  His stern expression breaks at the sight of my tears, and he looks away as if seeing them makes him uncomfortable. “
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry.”

  At least he's capable of apologizing. Up until a few minutes ago, I didn't think he was the type to ever say sorry for anything. It's a reminder that there's still so much about him that I don't know—that he's a stranger. But it does give me hope that he might be a good person beneath it all.

  “Surely you know that this is all very strange to me.” I try to sneak off the bed to get my clothes, but when he looks back at me, his gaze freezes me in place.

  “I'm not sure how it can be so strange. You knew what you were signing up for.” He pulls himself up onto the bed, facing me in all his naked glory. It makes me feel trapped.

  “I thought the website was a scam,” I confess, averting my eyes. I don't want to give him any ideas that he can advance on me again and I'll submit willingly. That's not the case. I want to have an actual conversation with him first. Get to know more about him.

  “So did I, but it wasn't. And here we are.” His gaze sweeps across the room.

  “I think I need to go home and think about things a bit more.” I force myself to crawl to the edge of the bed, but before I can climb off, Gavin reaches out and grabs my wrist to stop me.

  “This is your home now,” he tells me firmly.

  “What?” I furrow my brow. He can't be serious? We just fucking met.

  “You had plenty of time to prepare for this. Don't act like you hadn't thought it all through.”

  “I hadn't.” I shake my head, pulling away from him. “This is nothing like what I had expected it to be.”

  “What did you think was going to happen when you signed your life away?” He gives me an annoyed look. If I had to associate one expression with him, it would be this. He seems easily ticked off, or like he doesn't tolerate things not going his way. That's going to have to change if this is going to work.

  “I thought we would take things slow.” I hug myself, realizing how naive that sounds.

  “Slow,” he parrots. “Like what, dating?”

  “I don't know.” I throw my arms into the air in exasperation. “I just didn't expect you were going to show up out of the blue, abduct me, then make all these unreasonable demands.”