by Young, M. L.
“Hello,” he said, his deep voice resonating through my ears.
“Hi, I’m Natalie,” I said nervously.
“I know,” he replied, giving me a sense of both mystery and fear.
I wasn’t fearful of him by any means, but I was more fearful of the situation I was in. This all had happened so fast, and just the other day I was fretting about how I was going to pay bills and keep up in school. Now I was sitting inside a sports car that must’ve cost over a hundred grand, waiting to be taken to some dinner and who knows what else.
The ride was fairly quiet, with Roman not saying too much to me. He was very handsome, with his strong arms almost bulging out of his button-down shirt. He was slightly tanned, but not so much as to look like he cared about sitting in tanning beds all day long. He had brown hair; not too long but not too short either. As I was aimlessly staring at him, trying to see the rest of his body, he looked over at me, his bright-white smile shining and almost blinding me.
“I booked us a reservation at a nice little French restaurant in town. They’re the only restaurant I’ve found that comes as close to being in Paris as possible,” he said, as if he had been to France a thousand times before.
“It sounds delicious,” I said nervously, almost hoping I wouldn’t screw it up and say something stupid.
I didn’t know who exactly this guy was, but I needed to find out.
***
As dinner went on, we traded a few awkward questions before I finally mustered up the courage to ask him about himself. I wanted to know more about him, including who he was and why there was nothing about him online.
“So, what do you do for a living?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t pushing any boundaries and getting too personal.
“I built a few software companies a few years ago, and have been working independently for a few years,” he said casually, as if the question didn’t faze him in the slightest.
I guess that would explain why I didn’t find a trace of him anywhere online. A guy who built software and some big company would know how to hide himself online, meaning there would be no trace of him anywhere.
“What about you?” he asked, as if interested in my schoolwork.
“Oh, well, I’m studying biology,” I said and took a sip of water.
“That sounds interesting. The world always needs more scientists,” he said, in an almost reassuring manner.
“Why did you want to see me?” I blurted, almost as if I were questioning why he wanted a sugar baby and why he wanted to go out with me.
He smiled and put down his glass of water, as if in a weird way he was happy I had asked him such a question.
“Well, Natalie, I wanted to meet somebody. With my job and my lifestyle, it is very difficult to find women who truly care about me and want to be in a relationship with me because they like me. I figured I might as well have a great companion who might someday turn into a girlfriend instead of just crawling around bars and finding women that way,” he said.
“I’m sorry if I offended you.” I wiped my mouth nervously.
“Not at all. I understand why you would ask such a question, especially since this is your first time with someone like me,” he replied.
He knew I was a new sugar baby? Jerome had just set us up yesterday, and even then, how would Roman know? Did Jerome tell him I was brand new, as if warning him upfront in case something went wrong? If Jerome did that, he could cover his tracks if both this date and I turned into something from hell.
Both Roman and I didn’t say anything after that admission; as if we were both aware things had gotten a little awkward. I ate my dinner quietly, unsure if I should question him knowing these facts about me or just let it go. After all, he was some software and computer guy, and that meant he must know how to search a person. I’m sure Jerome, in an act of full disclosure, gave Roman my information before he met me so he could search me and know I wasn’t some total freak.
***
“Are you ready?” Roman asked as he left two hundred-dollar bills on the table.
I nodded and got up from the table, as he helped me put on my jacket in a shallow act of chivalry. I wasn’t sure what was next, but I was hoping it would be something less awkward than what we just went through.
Chapter Five
We drove for what must have been twenty minutes before pulling into a gated community just outside of town. It was beautiful, with manicured hedges and lawns, almost like it was a model of the most perfect neighborhood in existence. There were luxury cars in the driveways, and the houses varied in size from big to massive. We pulled into a cul-de-sac and entered his driveway as the garage opened and he squeezed inside. I guess he not only wanted to be secretive with me like Tara said, but possibly wanted me to either stay for a little while or the entire night. I hadn’t brought any pajamas, thinking we wouldn’t go this far, but I was ready to stay if it meant I could walk into the store tomorrow, toss my smock at my manager, and quit that shitty job.
Roman quickly pressed the button and closed the garage door waiting for it to shut entirely before getting out of the car. I followed after him, not wanting to get out before he did for fear he would get annoyed or mad. My goal was to make him as happy as possible, even if he were being a bit unreasonable.
We walked inside the house, the grand staircase and tile floors took my breath away. His house was something of magnificence. The lights were dimmed, as if to set the mood for tonight. He walked in and through the house, me following closely behind as to not get lost in this mall he called home. We walked by various sculptures and works of art, likely costing him millions of dollars. Some were on stands with a light on them, while others were just sitting or hanging there, as if they were only a paltry hundred thousand dollars and not a cool million: those works deserving their own pedestals.
We walked into his kitchen, the white marble countertops lining the entire room. There was so much of it I was sure he had to own his own quarry.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asked as I set my purse on the counter.
“Yes, that would be nice,” I replied with an enthusiastic smile.
He walked over to a wine cooler that must’ve been as large as a full-sized refrigerator. I wasn’t one to drink much, my parents constantly told me underage drinking was bad, as well as alcohol only caused problems. I wanted to say something to Roman, but felt as though I would be insulting him by refusing to drink whatever he was pulling out of the wine cooler.
Roman poured the champagne into two glasses, the bubbles popping everywhere as they finally rested.
“Here you are.” He handed me the glass by the stem.
I grabbed it, the aroma wafting up into my nose as the hairs inside tickled from the bubbly.
“To a great relationship,” he said with a smile as he held the glass up, signaling he wanted to make a toast.
I smiled, clinked my glass against his before he took a sip of the champagne. I put the glass up to my lips, a small sip entered my mouth and shocked my taste buds in the most horrible of ways. I bit my tongue and held in the sour face I wanted to give, instead acting as though I loved it and wanted more.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s good,” I replied with a fake smile, just hoping I could get away with putting the glass down and not having to take another sip.
***
We sat on his leather tan couch, a fire going and heating up my bare legs as the air outside had chilled them down. I sat there with my glass still in hand, for he had brought it over to me after he filled them up. My red lipstick was pressed onto the glass, showing exactly where my lips had been placed.
“So, are you having a good time?” he asked, seemingly able to take away my trepidation with his deep voice.
He placed his hand on the back of my neck, brushing aside my flowing blond hair as his fingers danced down my neck. My heart started to race, unsure if it was going to happen. Was I just a few moments away from losing b
oth my virginity and innocence? I guess I really wasn’t all that innocent, considering where I was and what I was doing. I could still back out of this and ask to go home, but this was more than just bills and tuition now. He had a charm; something I couldn’t explain. It was as if every single word he uttered danced inside my mind and made me want him even more. I was actually starting to like him, and now that we were here and alone—I wanted him.
“I’m having a great time,” I said with a smile, looking him straight in the eyes.
I caught him glancing down at my cleavage, the goose bumps on my breasts slowly going down as the fire roared just feet away. I had always gotten pissed when those college guys looked at me sexually, but with him, I liked it. I didn’t feel objectified or like a piece of meat; I felt sexy.
“You’re shy, aren’t you?” he asked with a smile.
“Why do you say that?” I asked, unsure why he’d say that all of the sudden.
“It’s just that most girls, at least the ones I’ve been with, get all over me and try to seduce me. You’re different though. You aren’t doing that, and it’s making me wonder if maybe you’re not that into me.”
Did he really think I wasn’t that into him? I mean, I know I’m not that experienced and I haven’t really dated that much, definitely never being a sexual situation like this, but did I truly give off that vibe? I knew that I was being a tiny bit reserved, but I didn’t think he actually thought I wasn’t into him at all.
“I guess I’m just a little shy,” I said, my confidence unable to shine through as those words lingered on my lips.
He placed his fingers against my hair and brushed it back, looking at me, and smiling as he placed the strands of hair behind my ear. The back of his hand traipsed down my bare shoulder as the just gone goose bumps started to come back with each nerve he passed over.
I smiled softly, the breath escaping from my lungs as the butterflies demanded to fly out of my mouth. Roman leaned in, his warm and heavy breath beating against my supple cheek as they turned into a slight reddish hue.
I looked over at him, the lust in his eyes so strong I could tell he wanted me. I wanted him, too, but I didn’t think it would come this quickly. I didn’t just want to be with him to get my things paid for. I wasn’t just a sugar baby in this moment, and he wasn’t just my sugar daddy. I was a lustful and waiting virgin who wanted him to grab me, throw me on his bed, and make me into the woman I had been waiting to be for so long.
He leaned in farther, his rugged and red lips pressing against mine as our eyes closed, the butterflies getting locked inside and tickling my stomach. His palm was placed against my left cheek, the very touch of his skin against mine lighting me up like a defibrillator. His tongue slowly entered my mouth as mine met his quickly—dancing together in an act of passion.
I was able to catch my breath as he kissed my neck, his hand running down my chest and cupping my breast. My breast fit perfectly inside his hand; his palm pressed against my hardened nipple.
I moaned softly as he sucked on my neck, as if he were trying to give me a hickey and brand me as his. Was he trying to mark me—letting all of the stupid college and frat guys that were around me daily know I was his and anybody that wanted me would have to go through him? I placed my right hand on his bulging bicep as he squeezed my breast; my panties starting to get wet, as all I could think about was him carrying me to his bedroom.
I wanted his naked body against mine: the sweat forming all around us as he towered over me. I wanted to feel his erection, which I still hadn’t seen yet, inside of my tight virgin slit. I wanted it all, and I wanted it now before I exploded from the sexual tension we both had. If Tara and Jillian had told me being a sugar baby was this amazing I would’ve signed up two years ago.
He placed his hand on top of my thigh, near the opening of my dress, only inches from my most sacred area.
“Want to go to the bedroom?” he asked, as if what we were doing wasn’t enough of a hint that I wanted him.
“Yes,” I whispered as his lips let go of my neck.
We stood up, his erection breaking through his dress pants, almost taunting me just to grab it and take it out right there in the living room. His blinds were open, but I didn’t care if anybody saw us. I just wanted him to put it in my mouth and let me suck it before he exploded all over me.
We walked through the very art filled hallway we had been in moments earlier, easing our way to the grand and magnificent staircase that led up to his waiting room, the likes of which I was dreaming of.
He held onto my hand before letting me walk up the stairs in front of him, likely so he could be able to look up my short and rolled up skirt to keep that erection as hard as possible for me.
“This way,” he said when we approached the top of the stairs, his hand grabbing mine and pulling me toward the bedroom as if he couldn’t wait to rip my clothes off.
His bedroom was at the end of the hallway; his double wooden doors closed and waiting to be thrown open.
He grabbed the handle and opened the doors, his dimly lit bedroom laid inside. The bedroom was of course massive, the same way as the rest of the house. In the center of the room—set against the back wall—was a large bed, likely larger than king-sized, clean and crisp white sheets were wrapped around it like a perfectly wrapped present.
He stood in front of me, pulling off his shirt, as he was getting ready to take away my innocence like no other man ever had before. I stood against the bed, his lustful eyes scanning me up and down as my smooth legs billowed out of my dress. I wanted him to strip me down and get me ready—the way I had always dreamt it would be like. He needed to rip my clothes off and he needed to do it now before I couldn’t take it any longer. In just seconds I was going to be on his bed, his throbbing erection being slid inside of me, the only one to ever be close.
He walked toward me, his eyes raging with lust and passion as the time had come, unbeknownst to him, for me to finally—and passionately—lose my dying virginity.
Chapter Six
“You’re so sexy,” he said as his hands ran down my quivering sides.
I froze, unable to say anything as his masculine and rugged hands trailed up and down my virgin body like no other hands had before. I was at his total control, my trembling legs almost unable to keep my waiting body standing up. His hands went down a few inches farther, stopping at the bottom of my dress. I smiled, it quickly leaving as the nerves went through my body and escaped with every heavy breath I made.
His fingers trickled down my dress before grasping it firmly. He slowly lifted the fabric, revealing my black lace panties for the first time. He looked down, somehow able to see them even though our bodies were so close together. His fingers danced up my smooth thigh and ran across the lace, as if he wanted to feel it. I could tell by his labored breathing that he wanted to feel every single part of me, and I wanted to let him, even if my nerves were overwhelming my quivering body.
“I want you,” he whispered as he leaned into my ear.
He placed his hand against my ass, cupping it perfectly as he squeezed hard enough to leave a handprint, as if it were some kind of mark to let everybody know I was his.
“I want you,” I whispered back, the nerves coming over me even stronger.
He kissed me, his lips pressing and flattening against mine in an act of pure and raw passion. I returned his kiss, gasping for air every few seconds as the butterflies flew out; allowing me to get more comfortable.
I ran my right hand down his hard and chiseled body, feeling every ripple in his six pack. He was so sexy, and he actually wanted me. My hand stopped at his belt line as I looked down, his erection almost pulsating through his cotton dress pants. I could almost feel it throbbing as my hand was mere inches away. It just wanted me to grab it, but I was scared. I had never held something like this before, and I was afraid it would be too much to handle, even though I hadn’t even seen it yet.
He brushed my hair back and kissed my neck, t
he same quivering sensation running rampant through my body like it had earlier on the couch. I wanted him to take me; I wanted him to make love to me.
He lifted my dress up farther, revealing my belly button before stopping right underneath the bottom of my bra. I wondered why he stopped all of a sudden, considering most guys would jump at the chance to get a woman fully naked.
“Sit down,” he said as he put his hands against my shoulders to gently guide me down to the bed.
I happily complied, wondering what was about to come next. Was this the moment I was waiting for? Was he going to pull his bulging erection from his pants and slide it into me? I knew there was only one way to find out, and that was to wait a few seconds.
He got down on his knees as I was almost hanging off the bed. He put my legs on his shoulders, as if to keep me propped up so I wouldn’t slip off. His warm and powerful breath beat against my goose bump laden thigh, his mouth was so close to my now dripping wet cherry. Was he going to lick my cherry? I had never had that before, and wasn’t sure I ever wanted it done. All I’ve ever heard is bad stories from my girlfriends about guys who either didn’t know what they were doing or treated the area like some kind of sandwich, not really there to pleasure you at all. Even if he was going to do it—I would let him. He was my sugar daddy, and I knew he wasn’t completely inexperienced. If eating me out would satisfy him and turn him on, I was going to definitely let him do it.
His fingers wrapped around the crotch of my panties and slid them to the left, exposing my wet and quaking lips.