Discovered: The Billionaire and the Virgin

by CA Quigg

  My mouth waters and I swallow. The man in front of me is as pathetic as he is pitiful. “Sit down, Dad.”

  Like a naughty child, he does as I ask. He sits in his favorite armchair but still doesn’t look at me. For too many years, I’ve been the parent while he’s been the child, but that stops now.

  From somewhere deep inside of me, I find the strength to stand tall. “You need to tell me the truth. You need to tell me what happened all those years ago. Stop lying.”

  For the first time since he came home, he lifts his face and looks at me. “You already know, don’t you?”

  “I need for you to tell me,” I say. “I need for you to look me in the eyes and tell me exactly what happened. Why you lost your job.”

  His eyes darken, and his jaw muscles tighten.

  “Don’t you dare,” I spit out. “Don’t you dare get angry. I’m the only one who’s allowed to be angry right now. And let me tell you this, William, if you ever raise your hand to me again, you’re on your own. You can forget you ever had a daughter because I’ll forget I ever had a father.”

  He slumps forward. “I’m sorry I hit you. So sorry. I’ll never forgive myself.” He sits in silence, swaying back and forth. “I was desperate. I needed money. I saw a chance and took it.”

  For over an hour, he fills me in on what he’d done. Everything Callum told me is true. The man I worshipped as a child—my dad—tried to blackmail prominent politicians, lawyers, and Callum for money to pay off his debts.

  By the time he finishes his story, we’re both emotionally drained.

  “That’s all?” I ask. “If there’s more, you have to tell me.”

  He worries his hands, twisting them together, clenching and unclenching them. “That’s all.”

  “Thank you for telling me the truth.” I go to my room and pack a bag. When I’m ready, I walk through the sitting room and toward the front door without saying a word.

  “Where are you going?” My dad stands shakily and presses a hand against the back of his chair for balance.

  “I need to get out of here. I need to clear my head. Everything I’ve believed has been a lie. You’re not the man I thought you were.”

  I don’t wait for his reply before leaving the apartment. I take out my phone and call Ella. It’s time to confide in her about my life. Plus, I need somewhere to crash for a few days because I’m not sure when I’ll go back home—if ever.

  ****

  “I still can’t believe Callum Talbot billionaire extraordinaire is into kink?” She gives me a wide smile. “I like.”

  I fluff my wet hair with a towel and nod. “Remember I’ve signed an NDA so you can’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”

  “Scouts honor,” she says making the Boy Scouts sign. “And I can’t believe, he said no when you offered yourself to him?”

  I’d left out the part about what had happened between us in the elevator. “Believe it.” I rummage around her underwear drawer, which is filled with brand new lingerie, looking for something sexy and skimpy. “He said I had to be willing. And I’m willing. More than willing.”

  Ella falls back onto her bed and kicks her feet against the mattress. “No shit. Little Miss Goody two shoes is going to get her cherry popped.”

  “Has anyone ever told you, you have a way with words? I have to get there before six-thirty otherwise some little slutty sub is going to try and make him hers.” I shudder at the memory of how Joann looked at Callum. No way is she getting her hands anywhere near him. Besides, after what had happened between us, I’m not sure if he still plans on using her for his demonstration.

  “Tell me the plan again,” Ella says and launches herself to her feet. She goes to her wardrobe and pulls out several low-cut dresses.

  “We’re going to go to his club, and I’m going to give myself to him. Willingly give myself to him.”

  She holds a red bandage dress up to her body and examines herself in the mirror. “And if he says no?”

  “I’m not giving him a choice.” He won’t say no. Last night, his cock looked ready to burst out of his pants. He wants me, and tonight he’ll take me.

  Ella drops the dress onto her bed and claps her hands giving me her best seal impression. “I like this version of you,” she says. “The kick-ass-I’m-not-taking-any-crap-from-anyone version of you is kind of a turn on.”

  I snort laugh. “I’m kind of turned on by the new me too.” More than kind of turned on. I am turned on. My pussy has never been wetter, and my clit has never throbbed as much. I’m tempted to sneak into the bathroom and satisfy myself. I almost had when I showered, but I didn’t. I’ll wait for Callum to make me come and come and come.

  I drop my towel to the floor and pull the tags off the underwear I found in Ella’s drawer.

  The ones I’ve chosen are pink and sheer and leave little to the imagination. When Callum sees me, he won’t be able to resist. I hope.

  Earlier, when I reached Ella’s, I texted my dad to tell him where I was and for him not to worry, that I just needed some time to process everything and that I loved him. My love for him isn’t something I can switch on and off. Although, there are times I wish I could.

  After the stress of everything over the past two days, I worry he’ll get drunk and end up passed out in an alleyway, but it’s time I let him go and allowed him make his own mistakes.

  Guilt gnaws at my insides, urging me to go home and babysit but the bruised tenderness on my cheek reminds me not to.

  As soon as Ella saw my cheek, she smeared Arnica cream all over my face. The swelling on my lip no longer makes me look as if I have bad silicone implants or fillers, but no amount of concealer will cover the bruising.

  “This one, I think,” Ella says and holds up a white cocktail dress. She narrows her eyes and studies me critically. “You’re a little pale, but this dress will make the most of your curves and accentuate your tits. I wish I had your tits instead of these bee stings.”

  “Stop. You’re perfect.” Unsure about the dress, I take it from her hands and hold it against my body. “A little short, don’t you think? If I bend, over everyone will see everything.”

  “And that’s a bad thing why?”

  I groan. “I’m more of a jeans and sweater girl. What kind of shoes should I wear?”

  Ella rummages through her wardrobe and produces a pair of spiky, sparkly peep-toed stilettos. “These.”

  “Oh, I’m so on to you,” I say and laugh. “Your plan is for me to break my neck before I even get close to Callum so you can have him all to yourself.”

  She wiggles her eyebrows and giggles. “I have my sights set on a certian professor.”

  “So, you’re going to go for it with Professor Kent?”

  “Now I know he’s kinky as well as hot, I’m going to be all over him like peanut butter on jelly.”

  “He could lose his job if he does anything with you.”

  She rolls her eyes and throws a pillow at me. “I thought you’d pulled the stick from your ass.”

  “Fine.” I mime pulling a stick from my ass. “Have fun. Fuck the professor.”

  “Are you going to be okay?” she asks, her voice is soft and her eyes kind. She’s worried about me. I’d poured my heart out to her, and I’d been a little afraid she would be pissed at me for hiding so much of my life from her, but she wasn’t.

  When my tears had started to fall, she pulled me into her arms and held me. She even asked if I wanted to move into her apartment, rent free for as long as necessary. I accepted and explained, I needed time to think about what I would do going forward, but my stomach roils at the thought of going back to my dad’s apartment.

  “I’m going to be okay. For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m in control. Like it’s going to be okay. Finding out about my dad is probably one of the best and worst things to ever happen and I know that sounds weird.”

  “Not weird.” She wipes a knuckle under her eyes and pretends to brush away a tear. “My little girl is
all grown up.”

  Chapter Eight

  Callum

  I’m not in the mood to do this, but fifty people have signed up for the lesson, and I won’t cancel. Giving a demonstration on the correct use of a Saint Andrew’s Cross holds no appeal for me because the only thing on my mind is Aubree.

  All day, her face has consumed my mind and dick. Last night, when I got home, I jerked myself dry, and I’m still not satisfied.

  My anger has dissipated, but only slightly. When I get my hands on her father, I won’t harm or hurt him because doing that will harm and hurt her. But the bastard still needs to be taught a lesson.

  All those years ago, he’d tried to fuck me over, and now he’s trying to do the same to his daughter. Not acceptable. Men like him are underhanded, manipulative scum.

  I close my eyes and lean back in my office chair. Usually, giving instruction is something I’m more than eager to do. Especially giving a lesson with someone as enthusiastic as Joann. There isn’t a more giving are willing to sub in the building. And if I hadn’t met Aubree, I would have discussed entering into a contract with Joann.

  I also would have considered having her blowing me after the lesson, but not now. As soon as the lesson finishes, I plan on going to Aubree. I installed a tracker app on her phone before I gave it to her and know where she is. I’m not proud of myself for doing that, but I want to keep an eye on her.

  She left home a few hours ago and is currently at her friend’s house. That’s some relief because the last place she needs to be is at home. God only knows what that man is capable of if he loses his temper again.

  I should pay him a visit, put some fear into him. In my book, lifting a hand to a woman in anger is unforgivable.

  A knock rattles the office door. “Come in.”

  Nadine comes in wearing her civvies of jeans and T-shirt and sits at the edge of the desk. “You know I’m not one two meddle in your business, Callum, but this girl. I saw you had her sign the contracts. I have no issue with that, but you brought her into the club without adequate training or preparation. Do you know enough about her? Trust her? She’s William Michael’s daughter. If I was able to find that out, so will the others.”

  “I trust my gut. My gut tells me she won’t be a problem.”

  “I hope your gut is right. If any of the older members find out who she is, we both know they won’t be happy.”

  I clasp my hands together and place them on the desk. Nadine’s right. In all the years, I’ve known her she’s never stuck her nose into my business. She was here when it all went down, and her warning comes from a good place.

  “If it comes to that, I’ll handle the other members. I trust my judgment where Aubree is concerned. She’s not her father and shouldn’t be treated as such.”

  “But you also assured everyone William was dealt with. Out of the way and now his daughter is here. Some of the board won’t look too kindly on that.”

  If the other board members find out William’s daughter is a member, there’ll be hell to pay. Even though, I’m a majority shareholder I still have to answer to the board. In a way, I work for them. My money benefits me a lot of privileges, but it doesn’t mean I can ignore the rules.

  Aubree will receive her training soon enough. I won’t keep who she is a secret from anyone, but I will have to reassure them she isn’t a threat.

  I pick up the pen and click it on and off. “I’ll handle it. Is everything ready for tonight’s lesson?” My change of topic signals the end of our previous conversation.

  Nadine takes the hint and nods. “Everything’s set up in the penthouse viewing room. Members are beginning to arrive.”

  “Is Joann ready?”

  She laughs, the warm, throaty sound never fails to bring a smile to my lips. “That girl was born ready. She’s another one you need to be careful with. I heard her bragging in the locker room that you were Master.”

  “Don’t worry about her. I can control her. She’s new, enthusiastic, but there’s no harm in her.”

  “I hope you’re right.” Nadine slides off the desk and goes to the closet where she selects her Dominatrix outfit.

  “Ah, Mistress N is coming out to play tonight?” I say with a laugh in my voice.

  “I feel like kicking some butt.”

  “Who do you have said in your sights?”

  “You’ll have to wait and see.” She winks and leaves the office leaving me alone with my thoughts of Aubree.

  The events of last night wash over me and the throb in my cock is almost painful. I groan and glance at the clock. There’s still enough time to choke out a quick one.

  I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. Pre-come already beads the tip, and I use the tip of my thumb to smear it over the flared head. If I asked, Joann would come in and suck me off. A day ago, I wouldn’t have hesitated, but not now. It would feel like cheating on Aubree.

  I tap my fingers against the keyboard and pull up last night’s video surveillance from the elevator. For our members’ safety, we have video cameras everywhere. I zoom in on Aubree’s fingers circling her clit and I grasp my cock. There’s no time for slow and easy. The never-ending stream of tension rushing inside of me needs released before I explode.

  Her short-nailed fingers work fast with recklessly. Her soft moans fill my ears, and I growl in response.

  I’ll never tire of watching the way she pleasures herself. Her breasts rise and fall and her hips move in time with her fingers. Pressure builds in my balls and at the base of my back.

  When she calls my name, I can’t stop my cock from erupting. Ribbons of cum spurt over my hand, and I grit my teeth.

  My cock softens in my grip, but I’m no more satisfied than I’d been a few minutes ago. I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied again not until she’s on her knees in front of me begging me to fuck her.

  Chapter Nine

  Aubree

  “You sure about this?” Ella asks. “Really sure?”

  We stand on the street corner, both of us shivering in the crisp spring night. Our short cocktail dresses might look cute but they're not practical.

  “Never been surer.”

  I sling my pocketbook over my shoulder, and we cross the road, stepping over the cracks to avoid bad luck—I don’t need any of that tonight—but the closer I get to the building that houses the club, the more my steps falter. When I left last night, I took a photo of the street sign, but the front door isn’t how I’d come in. The driver had brought me in through an underground parking lot somewhere, I guessed, at the back of the building.

  Thin lines of light seep from shuttered top floor windows, and dirty red bricks conceal every other window. Several security cameras are dotted along the bricks. And the chipped and peeling red and white paintwork above the arched front door entrance gives no hint about the sex club inside.

  Sensing my hesitation, Ella says, “We don’t have to do this. We can go to my apartment, eat ice cream and watch Neighbors and then Neighbors 2. A shirtless Zac Efron always makes you smile.”

  “That he does.” I chew on the inside of my cheek. “Zac's pecs are going to have to wait. I need to see Callum, but what if he tells me to get lost? What if him telling me no was his way of letting me down? But what if he does want me?”

  “There’s only one way to find out,” she says. “We’re going in, but you have to promise me something.”

  “What?”

  “If he says no, if he tells you to go home, you have to listen and move on.”

  “I can do that. I think.” I’m not sure I can, but I might not have a choice. If the way he was with me last night is anything to go by, he won’t tell me to leave. He won’t turn me away. Maybe I should have told him I was coming, told him to expect me. What if he doesn’t like surprises and my sudden appearance pisses him off? So many what ifs float through my mind.

  Ella hooks her arm through mine, and we stand in front of a black door. There doesn’t seem to be a knocker or a buzzer anywhere, so I ba
ng my fist against one of the panels.

  No one answers, but that doesn’t stop me from staring at the door waiting for it to open magically. I squish my ear against the wood and listen. Nearing footsteps echo from inside, and I stand back, raking my fingers through my hair hoping, despite my slowly bruising face, I look good enough for Callum.

  “Someone’s coming,” I say.

  One side of the double doors creaks open, and light spills onto the pavement. Professor Kent stands there dressed head to toe in black. His usually perfect hair is messy as if someone has been yanking at it and stubble covers his jaw. He’s not Callum, but he’s hot in a disheveled don’t-give-a-crap way, and I can see why Ella crushes on him so hard. His face doesn’t show any surprise, which tells me there’s he knew who he was opening the door for. The security cameras probably announced our arrival before I even knocked.

  “Looking for someone?” He slides his hands into his back pockets and leans against the doorjamb, barricading the entrance.

  Ella primps and preens. “Professor Kent, it’s good to see you.”

  He barks out a laugh as if Ella has said something hysterical. “It’s Sir or Master K. We’re not in the classroom now.”

  Vibrations pulsate from Ella, and I half expect her to fall to her knees in benediction. “Sir, Aubree is here to see, um, Master C. Callum? Sir Callum?”

  “He didn’t say he was expecting you.” He stands back and gestures for us to enter. “But who am I to stand in the way of true love? Climb the stairs the whole way to the top.”

  “Doesn’t Ella need to sign the same NDA I did?” I ask.

  Master K shakes his head. “Not for the lesson, but if she does anything she shouldn’t, I’ll take care of her.” He lowers his voice, “And I do hope she does something she shouldn’t.”

  Beside me, Ella giggles. She has it as bad as I do.