Sold at the Ski Resort

by Juliana Conners

  “I think I can manage to do that,” he says.

  He maintains his rough, grumpy demeanor but I’m certain I can somehow hear a smile peeking through.

  “Okay, Dad,” I tell him, happy if he’s happy.

  For a moment, I feel a pang of guilt about lying to him like this. But if it can make an old man happy by fulfilling his dying wish— and get me the inheritance that’s rightfully mine, in the meantime— then I don’t see the harm. And Veronica is being more than justly compensated for her role in all of this.

  “Isaac?” Cora says, back on the line.

  “Yes?” I ask her, as if she’s my second mom.

  She has a way of sounding authoritative and caring.

  “You’re not doing this just for your dad, are you?” she asks, cautiously.

  “Of course he is,” I can hear my dad saying in the background. “But that’s fine by me. As long as he does it. Once he’s married, he’ll see the importance of settling down and getting serious…”

  “No, Cora,” I reassure her, lying through my teeth and feeling bad about it because Cora is such a considerate soul. But now that I’ve started the lie, I have to keep it going. “I’m doing it because I’m in love.”

  “I’m so happy to hear that,” she says. “Because it would be a mistake to marry someone you don’t love, just to please your father, who really is impossible to please anyway.”

  “Good point, Cora,” I tell her, mainly to hurry her off the phone. My half-erect cock is reminding me that I have important business to attend to. The business of popping a certain very juicy cherry.

  “So, I’m so glad to hear that you love her,” she drones on.

  “I sure do, Cora,” I tell her. “I need to hurry along now, but thanks for taking care of my dad, as always.”

  “Anytime,” she says. “You know that’s my job. But I also can’t help but take care of you. You have fun now, with this fiancé of yours that you love.”

  That I love to think about fucking for her first time ever, I tell myself, to make my lie a little more palatable. That part, at least, is true. I can’t wait to fuck the living daylights out of Veronica. And I’m about to do that right now. This club has rooms provided for clients to use in order to… fulfill their bids… and I’m about to make good use of them.

  As I head back into the main room to collect my prize— my fake fiancé, my new lover— I have to stop dead in my tracks. I can’t believe how stunningly beautiful she is. I can’t believe she’s mine. At least, she’s my very fake fiancée and my very real virgin—although neither one is going to last very long once I get my hands on her.

  I approach her, feeling uncharacteristically nervous, and only does the thought strike me. I just hope she doesn’t get her hands on my heart. That would make this entire charade all too very real.

  Chapter 10 – Veronica

  Isaac leads me into a room in the back, which I expect to be some sort of sex dungeon, or perhaps something that smells dank and sleazy, like the VIP room of a strip club must smell. Still, I’m rather happy to follow him, because I can tell he wants to take me right now, right this minute, and I want the same thing.

  In a way, it will ease the tensions between us to do the physical deed and then move onto the fake romance part of this— whatever that is. But I can’t deny I’m most excited for this part: to feel his hands on me, all over me, to feel him in me.

  When we enter the room, I’m surprised by its ambiance.

  But, I guess I shouldn’t be, since this is a place for billionaires with luxurious taste. Candles are burning, classical music is playing, and a large king bed with a canopy post awaits us. I almost feel as if I’m a princess in a fairy tale, even though in reality, I’m a common whore. Except being paid two million dollars for giving up my virginity is anything but common.

  As soon as he locks the door, Isaac pushes me up against the bed. I can feel his cock behind me, pressing into my back, as he whispers in my ear. It’s so sexy I know I’m dripping wet for him.

  He reaches into his pocket, and I assume he’ll take out a condom. Instead, he hands me a small blue box.

  “Here,” he says, “wear this so it looks authentic.”

  I open the box to see the largest diamond I’ve ever laid eyes on. I didn’t even know that there were diamonds this big and shiny.

  “Is this real?” I ask, holding it up to the light of the window so that I can admire it better.

  “Yes,” he says. “I wasn’t going to get you some cheap cubic zirconia. No one would believe that.”

  “Wow,” I say. “Fake engagement, but very real ring.”

  “Of course,” he says. “You can do what you want with it when we’re done with all of this. Sell it. Keep it. Whatever.”

  “Thanks,” I say, putting it on my finger. Amazingly, it fits.

  “Now, we’re going to stop talking about rings and I’m going to take your virginity,” Isaac tells me. “And then you’re going to meet my father. We’re going to tell him we’re engaged. And then we’re going to stage a big wedding. That’s all there is to this. Nothing more, nothing less. A simple transaction, with both of us benefitting. You understand?”

  “Yes,” I nod, half excited, half a little scared.

  He seems as if he’s trying to convince himself as much as me that this isn’t anything but a normal transaction. Nothing different than going to the store and buying a gallon of milk.

  He takes the straps of my dress down off of my shoulders, and pauses before biting me on one of my shoulders.

  Oh, my God.

  I wasn’t expecting that. I jump, but a chill runs down my spine in a good way. He bites my other shoulder, harder this time.

  “I’m going to claim you,” he says. “You’re going to be mine. Are you ready for me to pop your delicious little cherry?”

  I nod as he devours my neck, kissing and nuzzling it. My body tingles all over.

  He tugs on my dress and it falls off of me. He makes a “hrmph” sound that lets me know he’s pleased with what he sees. He undoes my bra with one hand and it joins my dress in a heap on the floor. I’m naked for him now, except for my thong.

  “Very nice,” he says, his hands traveling up and down my body: fondling my breasts and tracing the curvature of my hips and butt. “I’m glad this is all mine.”

  He seems to be restraining himself, holding back from saying or doing what he truly wants. His breath quickens and I realize he’s as into this as I am. My heart races.

  He looks down over my shoulders, still behind me, as he cups my breasts in his hands.

  “I love your big tits,” he says.

  With one hand he begins playing with my nipple, his fingers tracing its edges and then squeezing it tight. With his other hand he undoes his fly and takes out his cock. He bites down on my neck once again as he plays with my nipple and rubs his cock on my ass.

  “This is what I’ve been wanting to do to you ever since I saw you up there on that stage,” he tells me. I lean back into his firm chest and look up into his eyes.

  His hand travels down to my thong and he hooks a finger underneath it. Pushing it inside me, he says,

  “Your tight little pussy is dripping wet for me, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” I tell him, my breath catching so hard I can barely talk.

  He fingers me and then he takes his other hand off his dick and begins rubbing my clit.

  “I’m going to make you come standing up,” he tells me, as the finger of one of his hands explores my pussy while the finger and thumb of his other hand squeeze my clit.

  He spreads my legs further apart and inserts another finger inside my pussy.

  “You’re tight, alright,” he tells me, as he thrusts two fingers in and out of me. “But your juices are dripping out on my hand, because your body is begging me to take you.”

  “Yes,” I admit, giving into the feelings of lust and desire overwhelming me. “I want you to take me so bad.”

  He plays wit
h my clit and fingers me while his cock grows noticeably larger and swells fuller and harder up against my ass.

  He’s playing with my clit so expertly that I nearly melt into him, sighing and moaning and realizing I’m about going to come.

  “Come for me,” he whispers, biting at my neck and squeezing my clit.

  “I’m coming,” I tell him, my ass shaking as it bounces up and down against the inside of his wrist along with the motion of his hand as he rubs my clit. “You’re making me come so much.”

  “I feel your pussy juices running out into my hand,” he tells me, as he brings two fingers to my mouth and shoves them inside. “Taste what I do to your pussy.”

  I lap up my own juices, staring straight into his blue eyes. He makes me so weak in the knees that I feel I need to lie down, once the orgasm is done coursing its way through my body.

  As if reading my mind, he shakes his head, denying me the relief of lying down.

  “We’re only going to use this bed for one thing,” he tells me, “and that’s for me to tie you up to it.”

  He reaches into a drawer to retrieve some rope. He also takes off his shirt and pants, allowing me to see his ripped chest full of tattoos, his six pack abs, and his huge cock. He ties each of my wrists to a bed post and then he slips on a condom that he had also taken from the drawer.

  He stands behind me and pulls my thong back over to the side, so that my entire pussy and ass are exposed to him.

  “I love to grab your clit,” he says, doing just that, and automatically making my nerve endings tingle. “And I want to stick my cock into your pussy.”

  But instead he sticks his fingers back in, teasing me, feeling me deep inside.

  “You’re so tight,” he says, as if unable to handle it for one second more.

  He spanks my ass, hard, causing me to jump.

  “Ouch.”

  “That’s for making me want you so badly that I spent so much money on you,” he says, and then he spanks my other ass cheek as well.

  It stings, and tears come to my eyes due to pain, but I like it. I want him to do whatever he wants to me. And he does.

  “I’m going to take your virginity now, Veronica,” he says, as I feel the head of his cock on the opening of my pussy. He pushes it inside me and I feel a tear.

  “Oh, my God,” I say, having no idea how much it would hurt.

  “Shhhh,” he says, playing with my nipples as he slides his cock all the way inside me. “You’re mine now. I’ve claimed you as my own.”

  I let a moan escape my lips as he thrusts himself in and out of me. I lean against the bed posts to which I’m tied, letting him have his way with me, and thoroughly enjoying it.

  “Isaac,” I cry out, moaning and gasping for air. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”

  “You love how I fuck you, don’t you?” he asks, before biting my neck and my shoulders.

  “I love it,” I tell him, giving into the sensation and letting myself go into a full orgasm. “I’m coming on your cock.”

  “Come on my big, hard, strong cock,” he says, raking his fingers up and down my back. He grabs my ass and squeezes it, so that my pussy is clenched even tighter around his cock. “Fuck me for real before you marry me for fake.”

  “Okay,” I tell him, convinced I’d do anything he told me to do.

  I’ll marry him for fake not only because he bought me fair and square but also because these orgasms he’s giving me are so real and so amazingly good.

  I’m so glad I came to The Exchange and I’m so glad Isaac bought me. This is exactly how I would choose to lose my virginity.

  Chapter 11 – Isaac

  I grab Veronica’s amazing ass and look down at it bouncing up and down as my cock goes in and out of her pussy. My God. Her pussy is so tight and so wet. I’m glad I paid for it because all I want to do is fuck it.

  I slow down, reminding myself to be careful. This is all just an arrangement. I’m not actually going to settle down. I’m just pretending to, for my father.

  When I see her curvy ass I can’t help but speed up again, thrusting my cock hard and deep inside her.

  “I’m coming again,” she says, moaning and groaning as I have my way with her.

  I can’t believe how beautiful she is, how obedient yet also so feisty. It makes me want to give all my power over to her, but I can’t. I have to remain in control.

  “Spread your legs wider,” I command her, and she does.

  This stance allows me to rub her clit while I fuck her from behind.

  She immediately starts coming again, all over my cock. So much wetness is gushing out from her that I can feel it on my hand.

  “You’re my whore now,” I tell her, feeling my cock pulse and throb inside her. “I can do what I want with you.”

  “Yes,” she moans, humming and groaning as I fuck her. “You bought me and you took my virginity. I’m yours now.”

  I love how she says that. So much so that it scares me. I want to stop, so I don’t give her too much of myself. But my cock isn’t in line with that plan. It seems to have a mind of its own, burying itself deep inside her and fucking her perfect little cunt until it’s about ready to burst.

  “I’m coming,” I tell her, as I feel the release I didn’t even know I’d been waiting for so eagerly. “You make me come so fucking hard.”

  “Me too,” she says, grabbing the bed posts to which I’ve tied her, squeezing them as we both come together. “You make me come so hard and so much.”

  “Come for me, because I’m coming for you,” I tell her, and when I get done I just stand here for a minute, trying to pull myself back together.

  What the fuck was that? I wonder, as I take off the condom.

  What it was, apparently, was out of the world sex like none I’d ever had before. I didn’t even know sex could be so good.

  Holy shit. I’m in over my head and I have to get out of here.

  I untie her and begin getting dressed. She looks into my eyes, searching for signs of what I’m feeling, but I’m not about to let her in on the fact that I’m way more into her than I intended to be.

  “Meet me at Radish on Tuesday at 6:30,” I instruct her. “That’s when you’ll meet my father and we’ll let him know we’re engaged.”

  “Okay,” she says, as if waiting for more.

  But I can’t say anything to her without her finding out how crazy she makes me feel. It’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced before and I have to admit I’m overwhelmed by it.

  We walk out separately and she goes over to another girl waiting in the lobby.

  “Stacy,” she says, throwing her arms around her. “What are you doing out here?”

  I hadn’t realized she’d come with a friend. Then again, I hadn’t known anything about her before I just fucked her silly— and allowed her to fuck me silly as well.

  “Oh, just waiting for my ‘john’ to get dressed so he can take me to dinner,” her friend says, smiling a goofy, but charming smile. “He paid for that, and some other stuff of course.”

  I can’t help but continue to ease drop on my way out the door.

  “You look like you’ve had fun,” Veronica says.

  “So you do,” Stacy says. “But we’re still going on that double date this weekend. Nothing’s changed, right?”

  “Well…” Veronica hesitates.

  Tell her no, I silently will. Tell her you’re mine.

  I know I’m being ridiculous. I have no right to claim exclusivity over Veronica. I hadn’t made that part of the agreement and I definitely don’t own her. I’m only getting fake married to her, not real married to her.

  She looks up and sees me lingering at the door, so I push it open, acting as if I wasn’t paying any attention at all.

  “Sure, I guess, why not?” Veronica finally answers, causing my heart to fall down into the pit of my stomach.

  Fuck. Why does it bother me so much that she’s going to have dinner with some other guy before she has a fak
e meet-her-future-father-in-law dinner with me?

  Don’t worry about it, I tell myself, as I head to my car. It was just a one-time thing. It’s only a fake engagement and that’s it.

  I wish I could get my heart to believe what my head is trying to tell it. I have a feeling that these next few days are going to feel like some of the longest ever.

  Chapter 12 – Veronica

  I couldn’t wait for today to get here. As I walk into the swanky Radish restaurant, I keep an eye out for Isaac, excited to see him again even though our parting after our first encounter had been awkward. I could swear he wanted to say more, do more, but was holding back.

  I know it’s not my place to question why he does the things he does. This is just a paid arrangement. Isn’t it?

  I know logically that it is, but emotionally, I can’t help but wonder if there’s something more to it.

  I look down at the huge rock on my hand, still in awe of its size and beauty. It might represent a fake marriage, but it’s the most beautiful piece of jewelry I’ve ever owned.

  Isaac isn’t here, but when I tell the hostess that we have a reservation, she leads me to table near the back. An old man is seated in a wheelchair at a table and an even older woman is opening a napkin and placing it on his lap.

  “Oh hello there,” she says, looking up at me with kind eyes.

  “You must be Jessica,” the old man says, interrupting her. “The rare unicorn who my son has finally agreed to marry.”

  I’m taken aback by his abrasiveness, but Cora’s sweet temperament overrides his.

  “Oh Jim,” she says, patting his shoulder. “You’re always confusing names. This is Veronica, remember?”

  He shrugs, glaring at me.

  “Isaac goes through so many of them I can’t even keep up,” he mumbles.

  I notice that Cora pinches him on his shoulder. I smile at her, to let her know that I’m not bothered. If I were Isaac’s real girlfriend, I probably would be— to hear what a player he is. In fact, I feel a pang like a dagger in my heart, wondering how many girls he’s been with just like he was with me the other night.