by Luxe, Eva
He walks over to the door.
“I’m going to go get a drink,” he says. “There’s no telling when I might return. But when I do, you’re only to say, ‘I’ve been waiting for you, Sir, and I am at your every command.’ Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I tell him, hoping he returns soon.
He walks out the door and I’m left waiting for him, aching for him, wondering when he will come fill me up again.
This St. Patrick’s Day hasn’t turned out anything like I thought it would. But I’m enjoying it so much I want it to last forever. As long as Gavin comes back through that door.
Chapter 9 – Gavin
I take my time getting a drink and drinking it nice and slow. I watch the news and catch part of a baseball game on TV. I think it’s only Spring Training but a bunch of guys are glued to the screen. These Americans sure do love their national past time.
I think about how good it felt to fuck Jade, for her first time ever. And what it’s already done to me already. How it’s changed me.
All my life, I've been an excellent businessman— the business being organized crime. My father wouldn’t have it any other way.
I've never allowed distractions, always keeping my eyes on the fucking prize.
But now, ever since I first saw her, and especially now that I’ve fucked her, Jade has become my focus, my obsession. And I'm beginning to realize she is the prize.
Thinking about how good it felt to fuck her makes me horny again. My dick is already getting hard for the second time in a row. I feel like I need to have her again. And again and again and again.
It’s not supposed to work like this. I wanted to leave her in there longer, get her nice and ready to tell me everything she knows about what she saw. But instead I’m being driven to go back to her, to take her again and to give myself to her.
When I get back to the room, she says, “I’ve been waiting for you, Sir, and your wish is my command,” just like I had instructed her to do.
Her pussy is dripping wet for me so I know that it’s true. She’s just been sitting here wet and waiting for me the whole time I’ve been gone. I reach down and grab her clit between my fingers, squeezing and rubbing it until she moans for me.
She’s tied up and can’t move so I slap my cock against her face and stick it in her mouth. She sucks on it eagerly, as I push it further into her mouth.
I am going to lose sight of my goal. I am going to fail at my job for the first time ever. But I don’t even fucking care. Suddenly I feel that I’d do anything for her. She makes me weak and leaves me craving her and feeling so fucking needy. But for that I also feel strong. Because I want to protect her. Help her. No matter what.
“Do you like it when I fuck your mouth?” I ask her.
She moans and says, “Yes, Sir I do.”
“Now I need to punish my sex slave more,” I tell her, pushing my cock all the way into her mouth, making her deep throat me.
I’m punishing her for making me want her so badly. For making me fail at my job. For making her love her.
“Do whatever you need to do to me, Sir,” she says, and at least I can tell that I’ve truly broken her.
I love how she was feisty and assertive but now she’s submissive to my control. I must take full advantage of it and find out what she knows or I don’t know what my father will do. For the first time in my life, though, I’m beginning to not fucking care.
Ever since I was small, he’s made me feel me afraid of him and he beat me for not doing what he wanted. When he stopped being able to beat me physically, he beat me down emotionally.
Things have changed now. Jade has made me strong. I’m not afraid of my father when I know I need to protect. While my father might rule a lot of gangsters in Ireland, he doesn’t rule me anymore.
Although he scares everyone, I’m the one exception to that now. But I do need to find out just how much Jade knows and how much trouble she— and now I— might be in.
And I also think I’ll have fun doing it.
Chapter 10 – Jade
I’m enjoying sucking Gavin’s cock but he takes it out of my mouth and starts rubbing my pussy again. Then he reaches for the bookcase and retrieves a couple things. I soon find out what they are. A feather, and a small vibrator shaped like an egg.
“I’m going to ask you some questions,” he says, rubbing the feather around one of my nipples and then the other. It makes them stand up even more erect than they were before, at his attention and his command.
“Okay, Sir,” I tell him.
He moves the feather down and traces around my clit with it. I shiver.
He turns on the vibrator and begins massaging me with it.
“Does that feel good, my little sex slave?” he asks me.
“Yes, Sir,” I answer.
“Louder,” he says, whipping me in my face with his cock.
“Yes, Sir,” I say louder.
I already feel as if I’m on the verge of an orgasm. He slaps my breasts with his cock while he continues to massage my clit with the vibrator.
“I’m going to come, Sir,” I say, bracing myself for the wave of extreme pleasure that I’m anticipating will wash over me.
“No, not yet,” he says, removing the vibrator.
I feel as if I’m lonely and empty, and I would do anything to feel the climax he was just about to bring me to.
“I need you to answer a question, and then you can come,” he says.
“Okay, Sir,” I tell him.
I get ready for him to ask me how much I like what he’s doing or if I knew it would be this good. Instead, he says, “Were you in an alley off Sherriff Street in Dublin a week ago?”
I freeze, afraid of how to answer. But the hair on the back of my neck isn’t standing up like it did when I witnessed the incident. For some reason I feel I can trust him, which makes no sense considering he fucked me and then tied me up before he asked me this question.
“Yes,” I tell him instinctively, out of some instinct that says I can trust him.
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 out 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.”
THE END.
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 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 som
e 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.