I can guarantee that much. She has never been with a man like me, a man who knows women’s bodies, their needs, and just how to please them.
My driver gets in and asks where to.
“Home,” I tell him.
I can feel her next to me, even though she’s a few feet away. I can feel her heat, sense her trembling flesh.
I like that she’s nervous, and I can also tell that she wants me. It’s easy for me to pick up the signs, always has been. If a woman isn’t interested in me (it happens, if rarely) I feel absolutely no compunction to convince myself otherwise.
When it comes to the female mind, I have zero illusions. I allow myself to watch them and read them clinically, without preconceived ideas. And because of this, they are disarmed, and generally powerless to resist my charms.
So it is that I instantly saw on her face the depth of her lust for me. She wants to be fucked as badly as I want to fuck her.
That is without question.
What does seem different, is her lack of poise. She doesn’t give off the whiff of an experienced player. She doesn’t seem used to this kind of thing. Even if she’s new to being bought, she can’t be new to men. Can she?
Haisley clears her throat. “Umm…are we going to…I don’t know…talk?”
“Talk? About what?” I turn and look into her big, wondering eyes. I hate that I instantly feel…something. Something that I know I shouldn’t feel, not now, not ever.
Suddenly, I need a stiff drink. Or maybe my stiff cock inside a warm, wet pussy.
“Talk about ourselves. Get to know each other?” she squeaks.
“I read your dossier,” I reply, keeping cool and recovering my wits. “Your file. I have plenty of biographical material about me online. Did you not research me?”
“Of course, but—“
“Then you already know whatever information I would generally share in a first meeting.”
Haisley’s eyes narrow. “You didn’t share why you bought me.”
That is true, and her quickness of wit and nerve takes me a little by surprise. I didn’t expect this frightened little thing to actually challenge me. Her big wide eyes have transformed a little, and now I can read defiance and steel in her gaze.
Strangely, my cock is even harder.
“I don’t feel the need to share that,” I say, but somehow am disappointed in myself for this response. It’s lacking.
As if sensing that, she wilts a little. “Oh.”
“What about you?” I retort, trying to regain my footing. “You were quite vague as to your reasons for being on the site as well.”
“I suppose we both have that in common,” she says, raising an eyebrow.
“And I can’t say I give much of a shit why you are here,” I tell her. “The point is that you are here. And you are mine, to do with as I please.”
“Within reason,” she clarifies.
“I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”
“Within reason?” she asks.
“No qualifications. We do what I want, when I want. I don’t pay a hundred thousand dollars for a reasonable time. I pay to get everything my black little heart desires.”
“So…what does that mean? Are you going to—hurt me?”
I can’t believe she asked me that. I make a face of disgust. “Hurt you? What the hell?”
“Some guys are into that. They like slapping women around, choking them. I don’t know exactly.”
“Men have done that to you?” I demand, and suddenly I feel protective and enraged at the thought of it. I want to find each and every one of them, go to their houses, kick down their doors, and thrash them within an inch of their lives.
Haisley shakes her head. “No, no, nothing like that. I just have read things. Scary stuff about why men want to buy women. Why a man such as yourself might need or want to purchase a woman.”
“Such as myself? What kind of man am I?” I chuckle.
“Rich. Handsome. Successful.” She fidgets with a small, simple ring on her hand. Her fingers are delicate, like porcelain.
“You can’t imagine why I might need to exchange money for sex? Well, you’re right, I have never done this before.”
Her eyes widen again, surprised.
I’m a little surprised too. I hadn’t intended to divulge that bit of information. But I suppose it can’t do any harm.
“So why now?” she asks.
“I have my reasons,” is all I say.
Not a chance in hell she will ever know a thing about what brought me to this unseemly position in my life.
The only thing she is here for is to give me relief. She is here for my pleasure, and my money. She will get the money, and I will deliver even more pleasure to her in return, something that I don’t even need to do contractually.
I could be selfish, get myself off and not even concern myself with her enjoyment.
But my enormous ego demands that I give the woman the time of her life. Every single time.
And as far as I’m concerned, that is more than enough. This girl came here for the money, she will walk away having been fed, wined and dined, pampered, and then given countless orgasms the likes of which she will never have again. And she will get the money, too.
If that isn’t a good deal for her, I don’t know what is.
“And what about you?” I say.
“What about me?”
“How many men have paid for your services?”
“None,” she says. She looks at me without blinking, and I can immediately see that she is telling the truth.
“So why now?” I retort, throwing her own question back at her.
She smirks. “I have my reasons.”
Haisley
This is not what I expected.
I don’t know exactly what I expected, actually. Just…not this.
He’s arrogant, but when I look in his eyes, I see something else. Am I imagining it?
I feel like there is a strange softness behind all of his bravado, his posturing. It’s as though he’s a magician who uses sleight of hand to misdirect the audience. Only instead of doing a card trick, Dermot Nash is trying to pretend he is a callous, wealthy jerk, without a shred of emotion in his body or soul.
And yet, there are moments during this car ride together when I am certain I see more than cold calculation and raw greed.
Perhaps I am just being swayed by his looks, his charisma, his charm.
Let’s be real, I think. His fucking sex appeal. You are primed and ready for a man, and then you get this man of all men.
He’s every girl’s dream, the kind of man you touch yourself to in the dead of night, cry out into your pillow, imagining his dick entering you again and again and again.
The car has gone silent after our latest salvo of verbal bullets, and I feel the weight of expectations fall on my shoulders. I can hear the hum of the road beneath the wheels, and next to me is the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
When I glance ever so subtly to the side, I can tell he notices, as the corner of his mouth twitches upward into a smirk.
Shit. I’m way out of my league here.
I’ve never even slept with a guy before, hardly even kissed or done much more than fumble around with some immature idiots after a few too many drinks.