The Virgin and the Billionaires: The Complete Series

by K. J. Diamond

  Alexander’s brow rose slightly. “I suspected that.”

  Dana laughed. “What tipped you off?” she said sarcastically. She felt an enormous weight lift from her shoulders.

  Alexander smiled.

  The waitress returned with their food. She presented Dana with a large plate of sushi and sashimi. Alexander received a whole fish, fried. He proceeded to pick it apart with a pair of chopsticks as Dana continued their conversation.

  “Why do you want me? You can have your pick of any girl you want, and you want me? It doesn’t make sense to me. I mean, look over there.” Dana pointed to a well-known fashion model sitting alone at a table. “That gorgeous woman right over there. You could have her in a second. And you’re sitting here with me? I’m sorry, but it just doesn’t make any sense.”

  “Your profession may not treat it like a fact, but there are men in the world – many of them, in fact – whose taste in women doesn’t conform to the standard definitions of an ‘attractive woman.’ I like what I like, and I like your type.”

  Dana smiled and blushed.

  “But don’t get any ideas that anything deep is happening between us. I find you sexy and attractive. That is all. Like I said earlier, you’re free to do whatever you want. Do you think I would deny myself the same freedom?”

  Nobody had ever told Dana that she was attractive, let alone attractive and sexy. She could barely contain her happiness, suddenly finding her appetite diminishing.

  Alexander lowered his voice and leaned over the table. “You get my dick hard. Don’t question it. And I have to say, the fact that you’re a virgin makes you even sexier to me.”

  Dana felt pangs of pleasure shooting between her legs. Her heart began to beat a little faster as she gazed at Alexander, feeling ravenous desire.

  “What do you say we get out of here?” Alexander interrupted.

  “Sure,” Dana said. With that, they were on their way, leaving behind half-finished plates of food. Alexander dropped a pile of cash onto the table as they walked out.

  Dana and Alexander waited for the valet to fetch his car. Dana’s skin prickled with anticipation.

  The valet returned with a perfectly polished bright blue Aston Martin sports car. Alexander tipped the valet as he took his seat and motioned for Dana to get in the car. The valet came around and opened the passenger door. She climbed in, almost tripping over herself as she squeezed into the tiny interior.

  When the coast was clear, Alexander sped off onto the Pacific Coast Highway. The traffic had cleared up considerably. Dana couldn’t believe the power of the car as they zoomed along, unreasonably fast.

  “I don’t live very far from here. We should be there in ten minutes or so.”

  Dana smiled. Once Alexander had shifted up to speed, he placed his free hand on Dana’s soft thigh and slowly slid his hand up her dress. Dana breathed heavily, grabbing his hand and helping it along its way to her panties. With two fingers, Alexander began massaging her clit through the thin fabric. Dana relaxed into his touch while his hand slid up and down between her thighs, slowly moistening his fingers with her wetness. She looked over at Alexander, noticing a bulge growing through his trousers.

  They sped through the twisting and turning Malibu hills. Alexander continued to finger Dana, steering the agile car with his other hand only. Dana felt close to coming, her pussy beating like a heart by the time the car came to a stop near the peak of the tall hill they were on. A pair of steel gates opened, allowing the coupe make its way up a long, cement paved driveway. Alexander removed his keys from the ignition at the double doors of an enormous contemporary house. It was almost entirely glass, almost every wall a window with a sprawling view of the Pacific Ocean.

  “Welcome to my home – well, one of them.”

  Dana chuckled in disbelief. Oh my god, she thought.

  Alexander opened the front doors and motioned for Dana to step inside.

  The gorgeous, impeccably decorated home presented itself as a bachelor pad. The foyer was elevated over the main floor, providing a wall-to-wall view of the open floor plan. The home was decorated mostly with white leather and dark wood. Mahogany and glass end tables complimented enormous white plush couches and pelt rugs. Every corner of the massive room had been spared no detail.

  Alexander led her down the stairwell and into the kitchen.

  “It’s a gorgeous view, is it not?” he asked.

  Dana looked out at the never-ending ocean. She nodded.

  Alexander walked ahead and beckoned Dana to follow. They walked through a hallway and up a flight of stairs to the house’s master suite. The enormous room was decorated similarly to the great room, with all white furnishings and mahogany accents. A fireplace burned in the corner. Alexander pushed a button on his wall to lower the blinds over the wall of windows.

  He sat on the bed and removed his shoes. Dana walked toward him until she was standing in between his knees. Alexander wrapped his arms around Dana’s waist and began kissing her stomach, slowly loosening his grip and moving his hand down to her buttocks. He grabbed handfuls of her soft cheeks and gently squeezed them. Dana gasped with each touch of his hand on her sensitive skin. She could hear Alexander softly moaning and see his gaze transfixed on her fleshy hips. He took her hands and pulled her onto the bed.

  “Let’s play rough,” he growled.

  Dana, feeling the heat of the moment, nodded.

  Alexander used his strong arms to pull Dana over his lap. Her ass stared up at him. Alexander lifted her dress up to her waist and exposed her sheer pink panties. He reached over to his nightstand and pulled a small rubber paddle out of the drawer.

  Alexander rubbed Dana’s ass with his hands and lifted up the elastic edges of her panties, releasing them and making them snap back into place with a loud ‘pop’.

  “You’ve been a bad girl these last few days, Dana.”

  Dana’s breathing became heavier. She knew what was coming. She thought of Friday night’s drunken fantasy, concluding that she had, indeed, been a bad girl.

  “Yes I have.”

  “Yes I have, Mr. Price,” Alexander corrected.

  “Yes I have, Mr. Price,” Dana repeated.

  “That’s what I like to hear.” Alexander began savagely beating her behind with his paddle.

  Dana screamed out in a combination of gratification and pain as her ass bounced and turned bright pink. Every hit of the paddle stung more intensely than a hand alone. Alexander paddled her thirty-five times before commanding her to lie back.

  Alexander nearly ripped Dana’s dress trying to get it off of her body. Dana hardly noticed. He climbed on top of her, pinning her down so she couldn’t move. He reached into his nightstand drawer again, this time pulling out a pair of steel handcuffs.

  He flashed them at Dana, requesting her permission nonverbally. She hesitated for a moment, not sure whether she wanted to give up that much control. Alexander had said for her to trust him. She had nothing to lose now; she was already there. Finally, Dana nodded silently.

  Alexander slowly and sensually moved Dana’s arms into place. He grazed the length of each one as he moved them above her head and chained them together around the steel rod on his headboard.

  Dana got a rush from the mixed fear and excitement she felt. As she lay on her back, Alexander slowly positioned himself over her, grazing her legs with his hands. When he knew that Dana was looking, he slowly peeled the zipper of his pants and removed them one leg at a time. He removed every article of clothing slowly and deliberately, making sure Dana could see and enjoy his muscular physique. Dana craned her neck to enjoy the show, which made her squirm in anticipation.

  Alexander knelt atop Dana completely naked, enjoying his comfortable spot on her soft, wide hips. He ran his strong hands firmly up her torso and began to fondle her breasts, gently massaging them and enjoying their softness. Dana arched her back to let him unhook her pink satin bra, which he slid off of her and tossed to the edge of his California king-size b
ed.

  Alexander took his thumbs to the smooth, pink skin of Dana’s nipples and teased them with a circular motion. Her nipples responded quickly to Alexander’s firm touch, forming little peaks atop the mounds of each breast. The sensation shot quick bursts of delight down to Dana’s soaking wet pussy. She let out short, breathy moans with each pinch and twist.

  Alexander lowered himself over Dana’s breasts and buried his face in her ample cleavage, kissing each breast as he made his way to her nipples with his tongue. He took turns gently swirling his tongue around each of her tips, gently sucking on them and watching them bounce back into place as he released them from his mouth.

  “Mr. Price – ” Dana whispered longingly. She wanted so badly to run her hands through his thick hair and give him strokes of affection, but all she could do was arch her body toward him in appreciation.

  Alexander ran his hands down the sides of Dana’s torso and over her hips as he made his way down to her pussy. He played with her fleshy lips, moving his thick fingers over her concealed clitoris and gently sliding them in and out of her slippery hole.

  “Oh,” Dana gasped.

  “Ha. You like it when I finger your wet cunt?”

  “Yes, Mr. Price!”

  Alexander plunged his fingers in and out, using his thumb to stimulate Dana’s clit. The sensation overtook her body and her thighs began to quiver and shake.

  Alexander smacked his lips hungrily, lowering his face into the space between her legs and enjoying the scent of Dana’s sex. He slipped his tongue in between her folds, moving its tip up and down over her clit as he continued to slide in and out of her opening.

  Dana was so caught up in the moment - the incredible feeling of Alexander’s tongue on her most sensitive parts - that she felt her reservations and fears melt away. She knew that she was ready to let Alexander inside of her.

  “Please fuck me. I’m ready.” She was practically panting.

  Alexander looked up at Dana with a sinister smirk on his face. “Beg me.”

  “Please fuck me, Mr. Price!”

  “Say it louder.”

  “Please fuck me, Mr. Price!” Dana shouted.

  “Alright. You asked for it. There’s no going back now.”

  Alexander stood on his knees between Dana’s legs, stroking his cock to full attention. He lowered himself on top of her, grabbing handfuls of her arms as he positioned his erection over her pussy. He thrust his hips into hers, submerging just his tip into her opening.

  Dana quivered, her body tensing up. Alexander rested in that position for a moment, allowing Dana to loosen up and relax before sliding himself further inside of her.

  Dana let out a loud shriek as Alexander pushed his whole length into her.

  “I’m sorry. It just hurts a little bit.” Dana had felt a ‘pop’ deep inside of her. She was waiting for the sting to subside.

  Alexander looked her in the eyes. “It’s okay. Just relax.” He stayed still inside of her until he felt her muscles loosen around his cock.

  The first few thrusts hurt, and Dana heaved and gasped with each slow jut of Alexander’s hips.

  “Your pussy is so tight, Dana.” Dana saw that Alexander was extremely aroused by the whole affair, which made her relax into his movements. She could feel herself relax and take all of Alexander in with ease.

  She lifted her legs into the air, enjoying the sharp waves of deep pleasure that radiated through her as Alexander’s tip stroked what she realized was her g-spot.

  “Oh my god, this is amazing,” she said breathily.

  “See? I knew you’d like it. Now be a good girl and turn around.” Alexander pulled out of Dana and unlocked her handcuffs. She flipped over and got on her knees, returning her arms to the bedpost and allowing Alexander to restrain her again.

  Alexander spread her lips apart with his fingers before plunging his erection into her from behind. He grabbed onto the flesh that hung from her hips and rammed into her roughly, enjoying the buoyancy of her behind. Dana’s breasts bounced around wildly as she cried out in a primal bliss she’d never experienced before. It was as if she had no control over the sounds coming out of her.

  With every thrust, Alexander smacked into Dana’s ass with a loud ‘clap’. Dana could feel his balls hitting her clit, a sensation she enjoyed immensely.

  “Just say ‘no’ if you don’t like this,” Alexander said before grabbing Dana’s hair and tugging her head back. He continued thrusting in and out.

  Dana shrieked. Alexander pulled harder. She shrieked louder.

  “I didn’t hear ‘no’, so I’ll assume you liked it.”

  Dana tried to nod her head, but the strength of Alexander’s grip on her hair wouldn’t allow it to move. With one hand on Dana’s hip and the other pulling her hair back so hard that she was forced to arch her back, Alexander moaned loudly and shuddered as he made his final thrusts into Dana’s pussy. He removed his softening member from Dana, and she could feel his warm cum spill out onto the sheets.

  Alexander plummeted onto his pillow, breathing heavily. Dana lay down next to him. He looked over at Dana.

  “How do you feel?”

  Dana smiled and turned toward Alexander. “Great.” Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.

  They laid in silence for a few minutes. Alexander played with a lock of her hair. Dana’s head was swimming. She was little bit disappointed that Alexander hadn’t made her climax, but her immense satisfaction overpowered her disappointment. As the moment faded away, she began to realize what had just happened.

  I’m not a virgin anymore...I’m not a virgin anymore!

  “You’re not a virgin anymore,” Alexander said.

  “I’m certainly not.” Dana paused. “Thanks.”

  Alexander smiled. “Don’t sweat it. That was fun for me.”

  “I’m glad I wasn’t too awkward.”

  “Far from it. You handled it like a pro.” Alexander realized what he had just said. “Um, not that I would know –”

  Dana laughed uncomfortably.

  “Oh my god. My car. Nobu must be closed by now. How am I going to get to work tomorrow?”

  “Don’t worry about it. We can take care of it later. You may stay here tonight if you wish.”

  “Sure, I’d love that.”

  Alexander only smirked. “It seems like we both have early mornings tomorrow. Let’s get some rest.” He leaned over Dana and kissed her forehead before turning his back to her, shutting off his lamp, and going to sleep.

  Dana lay awake for a moment, but realized that she was also pretty tired. She turned off her nightstand lamp and followed suit.

  ***

  The next morning, Dana awoke in Alexander’s bed. Alexander had already gotten up, and Dana could hear him in the shower. She looked around the room from her pillow and out to the Pacific.

  I can’t imagine what it’s like to wake up to this every morning, she thought. The bed, the room, the view – it was all too much.

  She smoother her hair away from her face, noticing that it had become tangled from the friction of last night’s sex. She still couldn’t believe that she wasn’t a virgin anymore. She never thought it would ever happen, and here she was lying in a billionaire’s bed, in his Malibu mansion, looking out at a million-dollar view.

  Dana panicked for a moment when she realized that she didn’t know what time it was. She looked over at Alexander’s side of the bed. It was only 7:30. Dana didn’t have to be at work until 10:00. She lay in bed for a few more minutes until Alexander emerged from the shower.

  He stepped into the bedroom, his bottom half wrapped in a plush white towel. The olive skin of his chiseled upper body caught Dana’s attention immediately. Alexander basked in her attention, nonchalantly rubbing his hair with a second towel and showing off his toned arms and back.

  “You may use the shower if you’d like,” he said, continuing to dry his hair. “I’ve asked the cook to prepare us breakfast and coffee. I hope you like fruit.”


  Dana sat up, covering her buxom torso with the sheets. “Sure. Thank you.”

  Dana nodded and stood up as Alexander disappeared into his walk-in closet. Curious, she took a peek inside on her way to the shower. Alexander stood in the middle of the cavernous closet, which could have doubled as a menswear store, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He noticed Dana standing in the doorway and drank in her voluptuous frame with his eyes.

  After the most luxurious shower of her life (she felt like she was standing under a waterfall), Dana stole a bathrobe off of the bathroom wall and made her descent into the kitchen. Alexander was sitting at a small table nestled up to the window wall, sipping coffee and reading the Financial Times. A large plate of food was set at the seat across from his.

  Dana approached the table and noticed the beautiful breakfast comprised more than fruit. Eggs, sausage, and toast were also on the menu. Dana sat down and began eating.

  “Alexander?”

  He peered over the top of his paper.

  “I can’t go to work in the same dress I wore yesterday.”

  Alexander paused for a moment. “I’ll take care of that.” He raised his voice. “Sebastian!” he cried.

  A slightly older man in a button-up and slacks appeared, seemingly out of thin air.

  “Please find my guest a dress appropriate for work.”

  Sebastian gazed at Dana’s figure for a minute, presumably assessing her size.

  “Certainly.” Sebastian turned around to leave.

  Dana interjected meekly. “Alexander? My car –”

  “Will you also call her a car to Nobu, to arrive at 8:55 and leave at 9:00?”

  “Yes, sir.” Sebastian left.

  “Let’s take a walk around the house. I’ll give you a tour.”

  Dana smiled and nodded. Together, they walked around the kitchen.

  “I built this house myself. Not with my own bare hands, but I bought the land and had the house designed for my needs. Every inch of the property has my ‘fingerprint’ on it.”