Discovered: The Billionaire and the Virgin

by CA Quigg

As we climb the never-ending stairs, I know what I’ll find Callum in the middle of, and no matter what it takes, I’ll stop him. He’s not Joann’s, he’s mine.

  Master K bounds up the stairs after us, and seven long flights later, we reach what I hope is the top floor.

  “This way, ladies.” He drags open a sliding door.

  My breath quickens, and when I go inside, the nerves in my belly began a fast tango with the butterflies. Nothing about the room seems familiar, and I question if we’re even in the same building as the one I was in last night.

  Soft, sensual jazz plays in the background of the shadowy room. Several people drink and chat by an oval shaped bar, acting like they’re on a regular night out instead of in a sex club.

  To my left, some kind of painful-looking contortion involving a man and a woman, ropes, dripping wax and whips takes place. And in the middle of the room, a crowd of people stand in a circle, hiding the inner sanctum. That’s were Callum is. I’m sure of it.

  A droplet of sweat runs down my back, and I attempt to quell the panic churning inside.

  “Master Talbot’s in the middle of those people,” Master K informs us. “He had some work to do on one of his other… students. But you already knew that, Aubree, didn’t you?” He leans against the bar and wraps his hand around a highball glass filled with what looks like whiskey.

  “Go get your Master, subbie.”

  “I’m not a sub.” The nerves in my belly, sick of dancing, decide to rip the wings off the butterflies and leave them for dead.

  Moans of pain mixed with pleasure pierce the air, and I turn toward Ella, whose transfixed gaze focuses on whatever is happening in the middle of the room.

  She nods toward the circle. “The only thing I need now is some popcorn and soda.”

  I excuse my way to the front and earn dagger filled looks from everyone. Oh… Lord. A bare chested Callum trails the long, thin tails of a flogger over Joann’s writhing body. She’s naked and bound a cross. A black blindfold covers her eyes, a ball gag fills her mouth, and mascara-colored tears stream down her cheeks.

  Callum prowls around her like a hunting tiger. In all my imaginings about what he looked like in one of these scene things, I never imagined him to be so powerful or as a masterful. He whispers something in Joann’s ear, and she responds with a toe-curling moan of approval.

  The Hulk claws at my insides, and if I don’t stop what Callum is doing soon, there’s no way I’ll be able to contain the monster inside of me. Mine. Callum is mine.

  An image of me hauling Joann’s whimpering ass from the cross flares through my brain. But the tiny voice in my head goes all prim and proper and advises me that now is not the time for temper tantrums or tears and to leave while I still have my dignity. Not a chance.

  Callum glances over. His eyes meet mine, and I step back at the savage look I see there. Waves of tension roll off him as he strides toward me. The air between us thickens, slowing time. Is he pissed, happy, or horny? I wish I knew him well enough to figure it out.

  “James, take over with Joann.” He hands the flogger to Master K, who accepts it and then winks at Ella.

  “My pleasure,” Master K says, running the soft suede tails through his fingers. He reaches out and brushes a finger down Ella’s cheek. “Come watch. In time, you’re going to be the one who’s up there.”

  She simpers and grins. Master K chuckles and walks toward Joann followed by Ella, who positions herself on a leather sofa at the front of the gawking crowd.

  “Follow me,” Callum says.

  His anger punches my gut. I flinch and bite my lower lip to stop from crying. Damn my uncontrollable emotions to hell. Coming here was a colossal mistake. I should have called him, told him I was on my way instead of showing up unannounced.

  “I’m sorry. I’ll leave.”

  “You’re not going anywhere.”

  He strides away, and I traipse after him. His long-legs eat up the hallway; his back muscles ripple and flex with every step, and I fight the compulsion to launch myself at him and tackle him to the floor.

  A black door near the end of the hallway looms closer. He opens it and enters the room. Once I step over that threshold, my life will change. For good or for bad, I’m not sure, and I’m not sure if want to find out.

  I wrap an arm around my waist and stop walking. Funny, all day I’d wanted nothing but him and now the chance is before me, I want to run away.

  “Aubree, get in here.” He throws me a withering look and yanks on a white t-shirt, hiding his heavenly body from my eyes. He sinks onto a worn, brown leather sofa at the back of the room. “You should have told me you were coming. There are members in that room who would lock you in the basement because of who your father is.”

  “Wouldn’t they have hurt me last night if they were going to?”

  “They wouldn’t have had time to review the new member log last night.”

  “But I’m with you. And they won’t do anything because of that, right?” The confidence in my voice hides the fear churning inside of me.

  “These are powerful men and will hurt you to hurt him and to protect themselves. I’m not going to ask you again to come in.”

  “Am I safe?”

  “I’ll make sure no one ever hurts you. And if I meant you harm, don’t you think I would’ve taken my chance last night?”

  He’s right. He more than had the chance. I trust him—I think. No, I do. I fully trust him. My heart stutters, and I step into the room, closing the door behind me. I look around. It’s exactly what a private room in a sex club should be. Red painted walls with a hoard of whips, paddles, and floggers hanging from hooks, and straps peek from beneath the mattress of a four-poster bed covered in a leather sheet.

  “Sit,” he says gesturing towards the bed.

  I cringe. “Is it clean? I mean do other people use this room? I’ve watched documentaries about hotel rooms. There’s this light that shows how much semen is on the walls and sheets. And, so much bodily fluids.” Now isn’t the time to worry about what covers the bed or the walls. Now is the time to worry about what Callum means about the other guests wanting to hurt me.

  “It’s my private room. It’s clean. Sit”

  “Oh, okay.” I clear my throat and teeter across the floor, my spiky heels click off the hardwoods, breaking the silence in the otherwise quiet room.

  My Sahara-dry mouth begs for water, and I swallow in an attempt to quench my thirst. It doesn’t work. I perch my butt at the edge of the mattress and clutch my pocketbook to my chest.

  “Why did you come here without telling me?” he asks. “You knew what I had planned with Joann.”

  “I, um, well, I guess, I wanted to…I wanted to—” To stop my fingers fidgeting with the straps of my bag, I place it on the floor and sit on my hands. “I don’t know why I’m here. I mean I do, but… after last night, I thought...”

  The sinewy muscles in his arms bunch, hinting at his irritation. Callum jumps to his feet and positions himself in front of me. His musky scent intoxicates me. He smells divine… clean yet sexy, and somehow, I forget how to breathe.

  “I think I should go.” The squeak in my voice makes me sound as if I’ve sucked in a mouthful of helium. I want him to be happy I’m here. To throw me on the bed to pick up where we left off.

  “You’re dangerous,” he breaths. “Everything about you screams walk away. But having you this close and knowing what you want from me is breaking down every barrier I erected to keep you out. If we start this, really start this, there’s no going back. Being with you will start something I can’t stop.”

  I stand until my body is a fraction from his and I focus my eyes on his swollen lips. “I want this. I won’t want you to stop.”

  A growl emanates from deep within him, and he buries his fingers in my hair, tugging my head back, stinging my follicles and presenting my throat to him. My heart swoons, already submitting to whatever Callum wants.

  “You have no idea what my lifesty
le is. No idea what you’re agreeing to.”

  “I’m not as innocent as you think I am. I understand what I’m getting into. Last night, gave me some clues.”

  “Says the girl who doesn’t know how to please herself.” He touches his forehead off mine. “You really have no idea, Aubree. None.”

  “Teach me then.” Punish me. Do what you want with me. I’m yours. “I’m more than willing. More than ready.”

  With a raised eyebrow, he places his hands on my shoulders and lowers his head until his lips are a wisp of breath away from mine. “Be careful what you ask for.”

  His lips slip over mine, stealing my breath, and I melt into him like a lovesick school girl. His seductive mouth demands more, more, and more. I don’t resist his demands and kiss him with all of the urgency, all of the hunger I’ve buried inside. A furnace of need burns between my thighs, practically incinerating my thong. My lip is still sensitive from where my dad’s ring cut it, but I don’t hold back.

  By kissing him so deeply, he has to understand how much I want this. How much I want him.

  He slides his hands down my back, kissing me with a controlled passion I don’t have. I whimper into his mouth, wordlessly begging him for more.

  Breaking away, he steps back, his blue eyes devouring me. Self-consciously, I gaze at the floor.

  A second later, Callum tilts my chin up, and his warm breath brushes over my lips.

  “Eyes straight ahead at all times unless I tell you otherwise. And when I ask you a question, you’ll address me as Sir.”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay, what?” He pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Okay, Sir.”

  “Undress.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He stands behind me, takes off my coat and places it over a chair. When I reach to unzip my dress, my hand shake like half-set Jell-O, and I’m unable to pull down the zipper.

  “Nervous?” He wraps his fingers around mine and guides the zipper down.

  “More excited than nervous.” Even though the room is toasty, my hair stands on air when the air hits my back.

  Holding onto Callum’s hands for balance, I toe off my shoes and shimmy out of my dress, letting it pool on the floor, where I kick it to one side.

  “Does this look like a dorm room?” Callum asks, his voice dangerously low. “Pick it up.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Stepping away from him, I quickly scoop up my dress and hang it over the back of the chair over my coat. If he likes the lingerie I’m wearing, he doesn’t mention it.

  I clasp my hands in front of me and stand awkwardly, unsure of what do to. Should I go to him or wait for him to come to me? I step towards him.

  “I didn’t say you could move.”

  “Sorry. I—I’m not sure what to do.”

  “Aren’t you forgetting something?” He quirks an eyebrow, and I frown uncertain about what he means.

  A light bulb goes off in my head. “Sir. I’m not sure what to do, Sir.”

  “You only do something when I tell you to. Otherwise, do nothing.”

  He slides his fingers under my bra straps, lifting them from my skin. My nipples stiffen beneath the lacy material, pleading and straining for attention. If he doesn’t touch them soon, I might spontaneously combust.

  He stands back and examines me and even though he told me to keep my eyes straight ahead, I can’t help but look at him. His shadowed jaw is tense, and his eyes are clouded over. A powerful, dark vibration expands from him and into me. Almost like his essence is combining with mine. I should fear what’s about to happen between us, of what he’s about to do, of giving myself to him, but I’m not.

  “You’re still wearing too many clothes,” he finally says.

  “Yes, Sir.” Moving my eyes, so I’m looking straight ahead, I reach around to unhook my bra. I ache to look at him, to see the reaction in his eyes when he sees me, to see how much I turn him on.

  The straps slip down my arms, and my bra falls to the floor. Should I pick it up or leave it? I leave it. I won’t do anything until he tells me to.

  Callum traces slow figure-eights down my stomach until he reaches the waistband of my panties where he runs a fingertip inside. I’m hyper aware of my breathing now. It’s fast and labored.

  He hikes my panties down my legs, lifting each foot one at a time to remove the flimsy fabric. Balling them up in his hand, he throws them onto the chair beside my dress.

  “If I didn’t tell you last night, you’re beautiful.” His strong hands run up my legs and curve around my hips. He worships and massages my breasts, and he swipes the pad of his thumbs over the distended nipples. A tsunami of bliss consumes me, and I close my eyes, losing myself to his touch.

  “Open your eyes.” Pinching my nipples, he pulls the taut buds from my body, and euphoric sparks of pain shoot through me. He yanks the sensitive tips harder, and I arch into his touch, fighting to keep my fluttering eyes open.

  Releasing his grip, he dips his head and lifts one nipple to his lips where he slowly sucks it inside his mouth and teases me with his tongue before releasing it with a pop.

  “Tell me why you want this,” he asks. “Want me.”

  “I can’t explain it. The only thing I know for sure is I don’t want anyone else. Until yesterday, I hated you, but now I can’t get enough of you.”

  Callum cups the curve of my ass and digs his fingers into my flesh. “Is that so?”

  “Yes,” I gasp.

  “Yes, what?” He spanks my ass several times in rapid succession. I moan and push myself into his hands, wordlessly asking for more.

  “Sir. I meant yes, Sir.”

  “I’m going to do something tonight. Something I wouldn’t normally do with an untrained pet.”

  The low tone of his words almost brings me to my knees. I don’t breathe, and I don’t move. Whatever wicked plans he has in mind, he won’t hurt me; I’m sure of that, but despite my confidence in him, icy adrenaline flows through my veins.

  He places his fingertips against the fluttering pulse in the hollow of my collarbone. “Are you scared?”

  I give my head a vehement shake. “Apprehensive that it’ll hurt, Sir.”

  “I’ll never lie to you. There will be pain, but the good kind. Do you think you can handle that?”

  “I’ll handle everything you want to give me, Sir.”

  His gentle touch sooths some of my anxiety, but my thoughts still race to places that involve someone finding my naked body on the side of the motorway, or in a dumpster filled with feasting roaches and rats.

  “Are you going to take my virginity?” My voice is hopeful and more than anything, I want him to say yes.

  Chapter Ten

  Callum

  “I haven’t decided yet.” I’m telling her the truth. I haven’t. Fucking her would be easy. Too easy. If she was any other woman, I’d take what she offered without a second thought, but I want to draw out the anticipation for both of us.

  When she appeared in the penthouse earlier, I was more concerned than angry. Some of the men her father attempted to blackmail sat at the bar. I hadn’t had the chance to talk to them about Aubree’s membership yet. When they find out about her, they’ll insist on vetting her, perhaps questioning her, maybe even going as far as putting her through an initiation. I won’t allow that. No one but me will ever touch her again.

  I’ll reassure the others she’s not like her father. And if they don’t believe me, if they dare try to force my hand, I’ll protect her with every breath in my body.

  “Lie on the bed and close your eyes.” Without question or hesitation, she does as I ask. Her magnificent breasts fall to the side, and her nipples constrict and harden. Jesus. She’s everything I need in my life.

  Longer than necessary, I peruse her body, memorizing every freckle, every dimple, every rise and fall.

  I undress, and when I’m naked, my hard cock twitches, rejoicing at its freedom.

  I step onto the bed and positio
n myself so my knees are either side of her shoulders and my balls brush the delicate skin on her chest. I grasp the headboard and say, “Open your eyes and mouth but keep your hands by your sides.”

  Mischief and desire glint in her eyes and she opens her sweet mouth for me. For a few seconds, I do nothing. I simply study the miniscule expressions flickering across her perfect face. The now purple bruise on her cheek peaks through her makeup and I tense. Fuck her bastard father.

  She gives an irritated wiggle and pulls me from my anger. I smile at her impatience and slide the tip of my cock into her waiting mouth. Instinctively, she closes her lips around the intrusion but does nothing else. Doesn’t play. Doesn’t suck. Doesn’t move.

  Without warning, I plunge deep until she gags. I watch for signs of distress, and when I see none, I fuck her mouth with punishing, demanding strokes, pushing deeper each time. If I didn’t think she was capable of deep throating, I wouldn’t do it.

  My muscles scream for release, but I won’t allow that to happen. I withdraw my cock and glance down at my glistening shaft now covered with her saliva.

  “Keep your mouth open,” I say and slowly dip my balls into her mouth. She massages the heavy sacs with her tongue. Aubree’s a natural. She might not have done anything like this before, but she knows exactly what to do, how to do it, and when to do it.

  Her body strains upwards seeking my touch, but I don’t give her what she wants. In a heartbeat, I could flip her over, position her on her knees and slide my cock into her waiting warmth. I could be rough, relentless, and dominant—not hold anything back. But I’ll save that for another time. If the alpha animal in me comes out before she’s ready to play, I risk losing her.

  “Touch me, Sir” she whispers and reaches upwards.

  “No talking and no touching.” I step off the bed and go to the wardrobe. “Since you can’t keep your hands to yourself or keep quiet, I’m going to gag you and tie you up. Would you like that?” Tying Aubree up is something that’s entered my mind more than once.

  “Yes, Sir,” she replies breathlessly, but then she hesitates. “I’m not sure about gagging.”