Breaking Her Innocence

by Madison Faye

  His eyes flashed, his hand tightened on my jaw, and for a second I thought — no, hoped — that he’d devour me right there.

  But instead he took a breath. Slowly, his hand dropped from my chin, and he took a step back. “Very well. You’ll begin immediately. I’ll have Andrew settle you into your rooms.”

  He started to turn when I frowned. “Should I— I mean, should I go back to my dorm to pack?”

  Colin smiled as he turned. “No, Ms. Wilder. You are now my employee, and you will be staying here.”

  “What about my clothes?”

  “They will be provided.”

  I swallowed. “What if I need to let anyone back there know that I won’t be coming back?”

  It was a meaningless worry. My roommate was already gone for winter break, and it wasn’t like I’d kept many close friends with the workload I’d taken over the school year.

  Colin frowned. “Is there anyone you need to speak with?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. What if I have a boyfriend or something?”

  I gaped as he strode towards me, his hand moving over my throat to slide into my hair, gripping it forcefully as he loomed over me. “Do you have a boyfriend?” he growled, his face furious, eyes flashing.

  I didn’t, obviously.

  “No,” I shook my head quickly, shivering against him. “No, I don’t.”

  His face softened. “Good.” His hands dropped from me and he seemed to take another breath before stepping away again. “Then that settles that.” He strode towards the door, pausing with his hand on the knob as he turned back to me. “Welcome to my home, Ms. Wilder. Andrew will show you to your rooms when you’re ready.”

  And then he was gone, leaving me panting, still standing there barely dressed and barely understanding why on earth I’d agreed to this.

  5

  Colin

  My cock strained in my trousers as I stormed through the house to my private quarters, slamming the door to the suite behind me before slumping against it.

  Jesus Christ, what the fuck was I getting myself into here?

  It was all her. She did things to me, somehow. She made me harder than steel.

  She made me want to possess her.

  I craved her. I wanted to run my hands over every sweet inch of her until she was mewling for me.

  I wanted to consume her.

  I’d felt all of these things ever since that night in the club, and now here she was, under my roof.

  And I’d almost slipped.

  I’d put my hands on her. I’d spanked that sweet, cherry ass of hers until I could feel the wet heat of her pussy hot against my thigh. Something tells me I’d have felt her come on my damn leg if I’d kept going.

  But I hadn’t

  I’d stopped, and I’d remembered myself.

  I’d remembered the consequences.

  I’d remembered that despite my wealth, my looks, and my ability to charm the panties off just about any women I came across, I couldn’t do that. Least of all with a girl who was now under my employ.

  Why?

  Helen, of course.

  My ex-wife had nearly destroyed me when she’d almost stolen the two most important things from my life. The day of the crash, the day of shattered glass, and my heart almost breaking in my chest. The day I’d almost lost Beckham and Lillian to the selfish mania of a woman gone mad. Of course, that’d been the end of Helen and me. The crash and been the dramatic finish to a relationship long gone off the rails. And obviously, I’d kept the children after what she’d done.

  Except she hadn’t let it go. And now she was determined to try and shred my life all over again, using my considerable alimony money to come after everything I had.

  But most importantly, she was coming after my children. I say my children, not ours, because after she almost killed them, they stopped being her children at all, in my opinion.

  Her taking them was not going to happen. Not while I still had a breath to breathe. But the short of it was, I was under a goddamn microscope, hence escaping into anonymity the other night at that club. Hence taking out my pent-up aggression on the sweet, innocent young thing who chatted me up there — the girl I took to the bathrooms and dominated until she begged for more.

  It was supposed to be a one-time thing, obviously. It was just stress relief, and nothing more.

  Except…

  Except when I’d come home that night, no amount of scotch could drown her from my thoughts. No amount of work that I’d thrown myself into the next week — the acquisitions, the mergers, the planning the getaway for myself my children for Christmas and New Year’s Eve in Paris — none of it could erase her haunting eyes from my mind.

  Or her lips. Or the way she’d gasped — the sweetness of her skin, and the silken heat between her legs.

  I thought I’d seen the end of my stranger, until she’d walked into my office for a job interview, and after that?

  Well, after that, I was lost, apparently.

  Lost and gone mad, inviting her in here — dangling temptation in front of my own face.

  I groaned again at the thought of putting my hands all over her, of spanking her. Hell, I’d wanted to tears those panties down to her knees, tie them tight there, bend her over my chair and fuck her hard and mercilessly, even though I knew I couldn’t.

  My beautiful stranger. Somehow, here she was, living down the hall from me, under my room, and coming to Paris with us.

  My cock throbbed at the thought of her, down the hallway getting settled in, perhaps taking a bath to soothe the skin I’d bruised.

  I groaned as I reached down and stroked myself through my pants before I steadied my hand and drew back.

  No.

  That could not happen again.

  Whatever damning temptation I’d set up for myself, I’d deal with as I dealt with everything in my life. With precision. With sharpness. With perfectly practiced control.

  Touching Isabella Wilder again could mean losing everything, which meant I had to shut that instinct down.

  Now if only my brain and my cock would get on board with that decision.

  6

  Isabella

  He was all over me as we neared the back of the club, his hands moving down over the front of my skirt as his lips and teeth nipped and sucked at the tender nape of my neck. I blushed furiously as I saw other people staring at us, but then those lips found my collarbone, and I stopped caring at all

  This was it — this was really happening.

  There’d mercifully been no line for the single use bathroom, and we’d gone tumbling inside, lip-to-lip, hands sliding madly over each other. He’d been all over me, his hands up under my skirt, grabbing my ass, and moving up under my shirt to cup my breasts, kissing me as I fumbled to lock the door behind us.

  His hand slid up under my skirt, and he brazenly slipped his fingers down into my panties. I gasped out loud as he pushed down into my dripping wet pussy, and I clutched at his leather jacket, biting my lip. I almost couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, but then, there was no going back.

  No way.

  My hands fumbled at his belt, ripping at the zipper before snaking inside to feel him. I gasped loudly, my eyes growing wide and my jaw dropping as my fingers closed around the huge shaft tucked in his jeans. Fuck he’d felt big. He growled into my ear, his cock throbbing in my small hand as his fingers curled deep inside my pussy, making me moan loudly in the small room.

  With a clank, his belt buckle hit the floor along with his pants, followed quickly by his boxers. I looked down between us and gasped, seeing the enormous cock jutting thick and proud out from his toned abs.

  “Are you going to be a good girl for me,” he’d purred into my ear, his fingers stroking in and out of my slit.

  I’d nodded hungrily, swallowing and panting as my hand slowly stroked his enormous cock.

  “Good girl,” he growled. “I want you on your knees, right now."

  My whole body shuddered a
s the brash, harshness of his words hit me like a slap. Again, I knew part of me should be shocked at the way this man talked to me, but at the same time, his words touched something primal inside of me, and the reaction was immediate. I felt my tight pussy throb around his fingers as my pulse raced.

  His eyes glinted sharply at me, as if sizing me up and waiting with what appeared to be amusement to see if I'd do as he said. Slowly, I bit my lip and nodded, feeling dizzy with lust as I sank to my knees on the bathroom floor to suck his cock. I didn’t think, I just did. I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and wrapped my lips around his thick, beautiful cock.

  He’d grunted as I closed my lips around him, and his hands immediately went to my long hair, running his fingers through it. I moaned as I swirled my tongue around his head, teasing the hole at the tip and tasting the strong, sweet and salty taste of his pre-cum. My lips felt so fucking stretched, my jaw about as wide as it had ever been as I slowly tried to swallow up more of his thick shaft.

  I got about halfway before I stopped, choking slightly, drawing back with a gasp. A thin string of spittle stretched from my bottom lip to his cock, and I moaned at how filthy and how wrong it was.

  His fingers tightened in my hair as he pulled me back to him, and I moaned softly as his big, thick shaft pushed through my pouty lips again and filled my mouth. I slobbered over his dick, worshipping this stranger, this dangerous looking man's huge cock, with my mouth and my hands. I moaned as I looked up at him — this man who I was about to give my virginity to, even if he had no idea of that.

  Suddenly, he’d yanked me up and pulled me to him, kissing me hard. He spun us around then, pushing me back against the edge of the sink counter with his body. He started shrugging off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor as he reached to pull his t-shirt off his toned body. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I began to pull my own shirt off, baring my full breasts and my erect nipples to this man's wolfish gaze.

  I bit my lip as I reached out to run my fingers up his hard, muscled torso, tracing my fingers over his skin before he growled and kissed me again. His fingers plunged back between my legs, pushing my panties to the side as he slid two of them right up into my soaking pussy. He pushed my skirt up around my hips, and I shrieked as he suddenly grabbed my thong in his powerful grip and tore it from my body. He reached for his jacket on the floor, pulling out a foil wrapper and tearing it apart before rolling the condom down over his massive length. I could feel his hot, throbbing cock head slip against my lips, and I found myself moaning and arching my back as I pushed against him, desperate to feel that huge cock fill me.

  I didn’t care that he was a stranger. I didn’t care that he was rough, and that this wasn’t some stupid corny romantic scene from a movie or a tv show, where there’s always stupid candles and soft music for a first time.

  No, I wanted it like this. I wanted it dirty, and hard, and anonymous.

  And I wanted it bad.

  I’d gasped as he’d slipped the head inside, panting for breath and feeling the new sensation of penetration. I’d looked up at him, into those fierce gray eyes, and he’d suddenly grabbed my jaw in his hand and kissed me hard. His cock pushed in another inch, and I cried out.

  “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” he groaned, rocking his hips forward and burying another inch inside. God, he was so big, and it had hurt, but only for second.

  Because after that, it felt amazing.

  “Fuck me,” I’d gasped into his ear, and he’d done just that.

  I’d moaned, screamed, and clawed at his back as he buried his thick cock to the hilt in my tight, wet, virgin pussy for the first time, and just like that, it was done.

  Just like that, in that dimly lit bathroom, with this dark, dangerous-looking stranger, I left my virginity behind me.

  I’d moaned wildly as I felt him fill me so completely and so suddenly, pinning me to the wall behind me with the force of it. He’d eased out of me, until just the thick, pulsing head of his amazing cock was inside of me, before he thrust forward again and buried himself in me completely. With a snarl, he pulled back and then thrust forward again, making me whimper and moan as his thick cock plunged into me and stuffed me full. I let the forbidden pleasure wash over me then, as this beautiful stranger took every piece of me.

  And fuck me he did. With his strong hands grasping my hips and my tight little ass in his powerful grip, he started to pound me hard, slamming his big dick into my dripping wet pussy over and over again, making me moan in short, whimpering little gasps.

  His fingers dug into my skin hard enough to bruise, clutching me as he pulled my hair firmly with the other. I could feel his big cock getting harder and harder as he plunged into my soaking wet folds, and I clawed at his back, rocking my hips against his, knowing it wouldn't be long before I came.

  Suddenly, I heard him take a sharp breath of air, and then I could feel it. His thick cock pulsed inside of me, and that pushed me right over the edge. I came screaming, begging for him to keep fucking me as I went crashing over the edge into my orgasm. He had, too — his cock staying rock hard through both our orgasms as he’d fucked me hard and deep through two more small ones before I’d gone limp against him.

  I woke with a gasp, my skin hot and sweaty, my pulse racing at the dream.

  Well, the memory I guess. And it wasn’t the first time I’d replayed that night at the club in my dreams.

  I sat up in the huge bed in my guest room in Colin’s townhouse, light filtering in through the white curtains and sending a glow across the room.

  I was glowing after that dream, and after what had happened the day before.

  He’d spanked me.

  Thinking if made me blush. Thinking of his hands on me made me hot.

  And wet.

  But I quickly shook those thoughts away, because that couldn’t happen anymore. I understood a man like him was used to having his way, and I wanted him to have his way with me.

  But I couldn’t.

  This was my employer now, not the man from the club. Not the man I’d given it all to that night.

  The whole losing my virginity thing had started with teasing. My roommate, Becca, who I only peripherally got along with, had found out on day two of us being roommates that I’d never, well, you know.

  I’d never done it.

  I mean, I’d fooled around once or twice, but nothing ever got very far, let alone to sex. And I, for one, would have loved to know how anyone else in a school like Harvard had found the time to experiment with sex before coming to college. Between the advanced classes, the private tutors, the French immersion lessons, piano lessons, soccer practice, model U.N., student government, and volunteering at the nursing home, when on earth would I have had time for a boyfriend, or even sex?

  When she found out, Becca had started teasing me about it, of course. But then it’d just gotten worse, and more annoying, until it became this obnoxious game she played, or something she let slip at parties while drunk. All that would have been annoying, to be sure, but nothing I couldn’t brush off.

  That was before I found out about the bet.

  Randomly, one week, I found myself getting chatted up be all sorts of older guys on campus. Like, everywhere. In-between classes, at the library, waiting in line at the cafeteria, in my dormitory — suddenly I had twenty older guys very interested in taking me out sometime. I mean, men hit on me — that wasn’t something new to me or anything. But it’d never been this constant. And I’d been flattered, I guess, at first.

  Until I found out the real story.

  Because it seemed Becca had gotten wasted at some party and let it slip that her roommate was some big prude of a virgin. Drunk boys had started talking, and demanding to see Facebook pictures, and then started joking amongst themselves, I guess how drunk boys do.

  But then “the bet” had come up, and instead of laughing it off, they’d all kept at it until it became real — an actual bet, with real money, was set up to see who could “take my cherry.”<
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  Disgusting, right?

  I’d been furious about it when I’d found out, but that’s also when I made the decision.

  Because fuck that. Fuck being a bet for a bunch of asshole ivy-league douche-bags. If I was going to lose, it I was going to do it on my terms.

  So, I’d gone out that very night with one mission — to get laid.

  Because who cared? In my head, I’d just go out, get it over with, see what the fuss was about, and then just move on.

  The only problem?

  Well, I wasn’t expecting him.

  Or what happened.

  Or the fact that that single experience was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. Or that I couldn’t stop think about it a week later.

  And now I was in his home. I was watching his kids.

  I glanced at the time and gasped.

  Shit.

  I showered quickly, slipping on clothes and heading downstairs. I nodded at Andrew, the butler who’d shown me in and shown me to my quarters the night before. I poured myself some coffee, and then waited at the breakfast table in the large kitchen.

  I only waited a few minutes before I heard the scamper of feet on the stairs, the giggle of two small voices, and then suddenly, there they were.

  Beckham and Lillian. Andrew had filled me in the night before on the way to my room. Beckham, the oldest, was six, and his little sister Lillian was four. The two of them were towheaded, blonde, like me — Beckham with his father’s sharp gray eyes, and her with light blue ones. They stopped short in the doorway to the kitchen, eyes wide as they stared at me.

  God, they were adorable.

  I smiled widely as I stood and moved towards them, watching them subtly shy away until I crouched down in front of them, more their size. “Well hello there!”

  “Hello,” Beckham spoke first, eyeing me boldly.

  “Hello,” his sister said a little more shyly, hiding behind her brother.

  “You must be Beckham and Lillian!”