Auctioned To The Billionaire (Part Two) by Kelly Favor
Dermot
I can’t believe what I’ve just been told.
She’s a virgin.
I stare at her, and I know instantly that she’s telling the truth. The glistening tears in her big, wide, innocent eyes are more than enough evidence to convince me.
Just like her furtive attempts at seduction and the fumbling rush to remove her own clothes before we’ve even gotten started, those unshed tears tell me more than a lie detector ever could.
I’m not a man who pursues virginal, chaste women. Far from it, I have always enjoyed the ladies who make up for their lack of morals with a distinct enthusiasm for the act of sexual congress.
So now what? I think, as the reality of the situation sinks in.
First of all, any notion of a quick fuck to start our time together is already out the window. She’s a virgin, which means she needs to be handled with care. All of this is new to her.
But what about my plans? I wanted someone whose needs I didn’t have to consider, someone whom I could use to distract myself from my own life and its myriad problems.
Instead, I have this other kind of woman—a sensitive, soft, sexy but untouched thing who doesn’t even know what she likes or what men are really like, yet. She hasn’t learned the ropes and she’s in the ring with a killer like me.
“Dammit,” I mutter.
Her jaw quivers and she starts to turn away from me. “I’ll just get my things and—and--you can…” she heaves a sigh. “Have your driver bring me back to the airport. I’m sure you can at least help me get a flight home?”
“And why would I do any of that?” I demand to know.
She can’t even look at me. “I know that I screwed up. I didn’t tell you in advance that I’m inexperienced—“
“Inexperienced is one thing. You’re not just inexperienced, you’re a virgin. Untouched.”
“I know,” she whispers. I can hardly hear her.
“And yes, you should have come clean about that sooner. Why didn’t you?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I just made my profile, I didn’t want to do anything to hurt my chances.”
I walk up closer behind her again, feel her heat. I’m still raging hard, and I realize the answer has been obvious from the very beginning. I was always going to fuck her, and nothing’s changed that fact.
If anything, it dawns on me that I want to fuck her more than ever.
And this is yet another surprise.
I place my hands gently on her hips and she shudders. Slowly, I bring my lips close to the base of her neck. “You aren’t going anywhere, Haisley.”
“I’m not?”
“No. I paid for you. I purchased you. And now, you are mine, for better or worse.” She shivers again.
My word choice is clear and intentional. I’ve made a stronger commitment to Haisley, in these few moments, then I ever did to any of my previous women.
I wonder why I’m acting this way, and consider that maybe it’s the freedom of having a contract that’s spelled everything out.
But it doesn’t seem right.
I am sure it’s something about Haisley that’s making me crazy, making me tempted, creating this desire to tease her and torment her, but also own her and keep her to myself.
“Thank you for giving me another chance,” she says softly. “I promise I’ll do better. I’ll do everything I can to make sure you don’t regret it.”
“That’s a good start,” I tell her. “And what do you think you can do to make sure I don’t regret it?”
She still can’t look at me. Her head is turned away. Her back to me as I hold her hips and resist the urge to plunge up against her backside again, my fingers sliding up between her legs to dip into that sopping wet mound of hers. I want to feel her, I want to pull her skirt up, reveal her ass, press my cock between those luscious cheeks until I can feel the heat from her pussy on my shaft.
“Anything you want.”
I chuckle. “What if I told you I want you to put your mouth on my cock?”
I feel her body go rigid for a moment. “Now?”
“Haisley, every time I say something, you think it means now. But this thing we’re doing, works best when you savor each moment. We don’t need to rush anything.” I turn her towards me and she meets my eyes.
Another strange sensation floods me from head to toe.
Those eyes of hers. They’re like open doors to her soul. Not just windows, but doors thrown wide open. Nothing hidden.
I’ve never met a woman so open, so unguarded. And yet, I can see steely strength there as well, something that I can’t fully grasp as I study her expression.
She is both innocent and also deeply wounded.
I feel myself balk at this soulful connection crap. This is not how I operate. Haisley is throwing me off my game.
I take a step back.
“Everything okay?” she says, reading me instantly.
I also don’t like that she can do that. Read me. I’m not used to it.
“If something is the matter, I will tell you,” I chide her, and she winces a little.
“Oh. Yeah. Of course.” She looks down.
“You must be hungry.”
“A little, I guess.”
“Besides, we should…freshen up. You’ve been traveling. We have a lovely tub, spa, all the amenities you could want. And then lunch. Yes?”
“Sure, sounds amazing,” she replies.
I show her where the towels and things are, how to run the tub and shower, trying not to look at her ass, her tits, those plump lips, and then I leave the bedroom and go to the kitchen to fix lunch.
I enjoy cooking, which surprises those who find out about my little hobby.
Most never do.
But I am a pretty decent cook, and the act of preparing a meal calms my mind and gets me focused, much like when I’m running, or at the range doing target practice.
And right now, I need to focus. I need to get my mind off of Haisley for a moment so I can re-center, get out of this fog, this spell I’m under.
All I want to do is impale my cock in her tight, virginal pussy, make her cry out, possess her, tell her she is mine.
Then it hits me. The reason I am getting so turned on by her and hung up on her, is because I haven’t fucked her yet. This is just a case of intense lust, craving, and her virginal innocence has probably taken the intensity up a notch or two.
But once I fuck Haisley, I’ll have tasted her, and this will finally satisfy my desire. After which my usual boredom and fickleness will creep back in, and I can be rid of her.
She doesn’t even need to last a month. I never thought she would, actually. I figured I could pay for the longest timeframe and then send her back when I get bored, be it after three days or a week.
But whatever the length of time she is with me, I know that she will never last a month. I’ve never dated or spent time with any woman for that long, and it certainly isn’t about to happen with a paid escort.
I snort to myself at the mere thought of it.
Christ, I must be under too much stress from the revelations about the surveillance sex tapes that Becca Windsor is trying to use against me. Otherwise, what could explain the way I’m thinking and behaving regarding Haisley Parker?