I learned my lesson and refused to let a woman get close enough to hurt me again.
But I was lonely. And slightly addicted to pussy.
Sure, I’d had flings with several women, but I’d always cut them off the second they got a little too close for comfort. Sex was a very therapeutic way for me to get out my frustrations, but women didn’t seem to want to stick around for just that purpose. There were some who had said they understood that it was just sex for me, but inevitably they’d get clingy and want me to feel things I simply didn’t and wouldn’t, so they had to go.
I could have random one-night stands, but that was like playing Russian roulette with my dick, even with a condom, and I’d grown quite attached to it over my young life, thank you very much.
What I wanted was the same woman in my bed every night and every morning, someone to greet me when I arrived home after a long and trying day at work, eager to please me. Someone
who would tend to my every need, no strings attached. Yeah, I knew it was every man’s fantasy and that it wasn’t likely to come true for most men, but I had enough money to buy that fantasy. So I did.
And that was what had led me to Delaine.
In my world, there was always talk between men. You hear about women gossiping all the time, but men are just as guilty. The difference is that we don’t make it as obvious.
One afternoon when I had been golfing with a Scarlet Lotus investor, I’d heard about the auction. I’d done what little research I could on the place, and after speaking to the proprietor, my interest was piqued. Obviously I didn’t want to own someone against her will, but Scott had assured me that women on the “menu” were there voluntarily and that on that night in particular I could find a virgin. A virgin was necessary. I was worried about diseases or spending an insane amount of money on a woman only to find out that she was already knocked up with some other guy’s baby.
That wasn’t the least bit appealing to me.
As I sat in that booth, completely darkened because I didn’t want anyone to recognize me, I let every girl showcased go without even so much as a bid. That is, until
she
stood on the podium. Delaine Talbot.
I had read through her specs and the contract she proposed and was intrigued. I had naturally wondered what would make a seemingly wholesome woman like her do such an outlandish thing, but I pushed my curiosity down because, like I said, I didn’t want there to be any strings attached. She was offering two years on the contract, and that was right up my alley. Two years of constantly getting my rocks off in any way I could
fathom was plenty of time to get it out of my system or find someone else. And when she was gone, I could always cite the age-old reason “We just grew apart.”
When I saw Delaine I knew that I had to have her.
Not only was the contract ideal, but she was a perfect specimen. She looked just as wholesome as her specs, not overly voluptuous or fake-looking. I had wavered at the end of the auction, not really sure if I wanted to follow through, but then she gave me this look, like she was silently begging me to keep her out of the grasp of the disgusting tub of lard in the other room.
I might have felt a little sorry for her, which probably should have been the first indication that this was a bad idea. But I made the final bid regardless.
The second indication had come when she had gotten on her knees and sunk her teeth into my dick. That hurt like a motherfucker and let me know without a doubt that I’d bitten off more than I could chew—which was ironic, because she had been the one doing the biting, but whatever. The point is that she’d never even given a goddamn blow job before. Really? I knew she was a virgin, but in my experience most virgins had at least done other things to get off without breaking the seal, so to speak.
And the biggest indicator? That fucking smart mouth of hers.
This was a business arrangement. It was fucked up and like nothing I’d ever done before, but it was a business arrangement nonetheless. I had every intention of abiding by my end of the contract, and I expected her to do the same.
If I was being honest, though, her snarky attitude kind of
turned me on. I don’t think I could’ve gotten as hard with someone who was completely subservient to my every whim. She had fire and ice running through her veins, and she wasn’t going to make this easy for me.
Which was exactly the thing that was going to make this even more exciting for me.
I wasn’t normally an asshole, but I took business very seriously. Plus I was a horny motherfucker and she showed a lot of promise when I fucked her mouth into submission, even cupping my balls without having been told to do so. Teaching her to do things the way I like them, and watching her sexuality bud and flourish was going to be an awesome sight to behold. And I had a front-row seat.
I shut the faucet off once the tub was full and went out to the bedroom. I pulled back the sheet and ran my hands over the creamy flesh of her ass. Technically, that was my ass now. She shifted a little in her sleep and her eyebrows puckered.
“Delaine, it’s time to get up,” I said in a soft voice.
“Hmm?” she murmured, but made no attempt to open her eyes.
I leaned in close to her ear. “Get your ass up, or I’m going to ram my cock into it,” I said with more assertion and then ran the tip of my finger over her asshole, applying a bit of pressure to accentuate my point.
She shot straight up out of bed then, looking dazed and confused until her eyes focused and she looked at me. I could see the moment that she realized where she was and why she was there. Her hair was a tousled mess of knots and tangles, and what little bit of eye makeup she wore was smudged under her eyes.
“It’s time for my bath,” I told her.
“So? What’s that got to do with me?” she snapped, plopping back onto the bed and covering herself with the sheet.
And guess what that smart mouth did to me at that exact moment? That’s right. My cock became instant titanium.
I picked up her tiny frame and hoisted her over my shoulder as I carried her toward the bathroom. She kicked her legs in protest and smacked at my naked ass, but little did she know she was only spurring me on.
I tossed her into the bathtub and laughed when she landed with a thud. The water shot up and doused her hair, causing it to hang limply in her face. She looked like a drowned cat.
Mmm … wet pussy
.
“What the hell did you do that for?” she shrieked, smacking her hair back.
“Because you’re going to bathe me and I don’t want to hear any mouth about it,” I answered, getting into the tub as well.
She tried to move away from me, but I grabbed her forearms and pulled her to straddle my lap instead. My dick was wedged between us and she gasped when she realized I was already hard for her.
“There now. This,” I said, pushing up so that she could feel my length, “feels so much better. Wouldn’t you agree?”
She seethed. “I really hate you.”
“I really don’t care,” I retorted. “Now, wash my hair, and do try to be sensual about it.”
She huffed but grabbed the bottle of shampoo anyway. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of her hot little pussy perched over my throbbing hardness as she massaged my
scalp with her fingers. I noticed she was scraping her nails into my skin, probably to try to deter me from wanting her to do this ever again, but it only had the opposite effect.
I fucking loved the rough stuff, and she wasn’t even scratching the surface.
I hummed in appreciation and bucked my hips into her, and I knew I wasn’t imagining things; she was pushing back. Her breathing was shallower and I could tell that she was trying to maintain her composure and not let on that she was aroused. And then she leaned forward and rinsed my hair with the spray nozzle, the tips of her nipples brushing across my lips. I opened my eyes to peek and saw her ample cleavage perched right in front of my face, so I stuck my tongue out and flicked her nipple.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, and immediately backed away.
“Uh-uh,” I tsked. “Bring those pretty titties back up here, Delaine. You’re not done. My hair still has soap in it.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, but climbed back onto my lap anyway. I heard her suck in a breath as she leaned forward again, keeping her back bowed to keep her tits out of my face, but I put my hand on her back and pressed her forward, capturing her nipple between my lips at the same time.
Again she gasped, and I smiled around her nipple as my tongue got its swirl on. My other hand went to her other breast and massaged it, my thumb running over the hardened peak while I pushed my hips into her again. Her body relaxed and she leaned into me as I sucked on her nipple and then let my teeth gently scrape across the sensitive skin.
She was done rinsing my hair. I could tell because the spray
nozzle was just hanging limply from her hands, but she was now arching her back and pushing her tit closer to my mouth. I moaned and released that nipple with a pop to give my attention to the other one. My tongue flicked over the pebbled bud like a serpent, and then I roughly sucked it into my mouth.
I lifted her hips and resituated her in my lap so that the tip of me was right at her entrance. When I pushed forward a little, she stiffened and braced her hands on my shoulders.
“Shh, I’m not going to,” I assured her. “I just want you to feel me there.”
I shifted forward a bit to apply more pressure and then groaned out loud when the head of my dick barely entered her.
“I can’t wait to fuck you,” I mumbled into her skin. I pulled her off me and repositioned us so that she was now sitting next to me, because if I didn’t, I was going to fuck her right then, and I wanted to prolong the anticipation and play some more.
I leaned in to nuzzle her, placing hungry kisses along the length of her neck while one hand held her by the back of her head and the other ran along the inside of her thigh.
“Have you ever had an orgasm, Delaine?” I skimmed my fingers over the soft folds at the apex of her thighs and heard her swallow hard before she choked out a no.
“Mmm,” I hummed at her ear. “I get to be the first at everything. You have no idea how incredibly sexy that is.”
My fingers dipped between her folds and I stroked her, avoiding the little bundle of nerves. Her head fell back against the tub, opening her neck up further for me. I removed my fingers and ran them back down the inside of her thigh until I reached the back of her knee to pull her leg over one of my
thighs, and then I made a slow and torturous path back up her leg.
“I’m going to make you come, Delaine,” I whispered into her ear.
The mounds of her breasts peaked over the water, revealing her perfect nipples with each shuddery breath she took. I made one light stroke from her entrance to her clit, repeating the path with more pressure. She was still with the exception of her breathing, and I lightly sucked at the sensitive spot below her ear.
“It’s okay to enjoy my touch. I see no reason why I should be the only one to gain pleasure from our little arrangement.” I dipped one finger into her. Her walls clamped down around me and I sucked in a breath. “Goddamn, you’re tight. I think the thought alone of sticking my cock into that tight pussy might be enough to make me come so hard I lose my fucking mind.”
I pumped my finger in and out of her as my thumb began to make circles around her clit.
“Would you like to see that, Delaine?” I asked, my voice thick with lust. “Would you like to see me lose my fucking mind while the thought of being inside you makes me come?”
She didn’t answer, but the way her eyes became hooded and her hips started moving forward to meet the thrust of my finger told me all I needed to know. I inserted another finger and she moaned, her head falling to the side to face me.
And then
she
kissed
me
.
Delaine sucked my bottom lip between hers before shoving her tongue into my mouth to stroke mine. I pulled back because
I liked to be the one in control, but I kept my lips just over hers.
“Touch your breast,” I whispered. “Help me make you feel good.”
I didn’t really need her help, but I wanted her to open up more and explore her own sexuality. Plus, watching a woman touch herself just happened to be sexy as hell. I watched as she cupped her breast and pulled at her nipple with her index finger and thumb.
“Goddamn, that’s perfect.” I groaned and pumped my fingers into her harder and faster.
I pulled my fingers out and stroked along her folds until I could manipulate her clit, softly running my fingers back and forth over the taut bundle of nerves. Then I quickly dipped them back into her pussy and curled them in, finding her special spot.
“More,” she moaned against my mouth before she claimed it in another passionate kiss. It appeared I had a very eager beaver on my hands—pun definitely fucking intended.
I shifted my body and turned toward her, releasing the kiss and dipping my head until my mouth was just below the water and sucking on her right nipple while she continued to manipulate the other. I could feel her walls tighten around my fingers, and I knew she was almost there. My fingers moved in and out, curling in to stroke her G-spot. I looked up at her from beneath my lashes and saw that she was watching me. Her mouth dropped open and she arched her back as a moan started low in her chest and finally escaped her lips. The walls of her pussy constricted against my fingers and she tried to
clamp her thighs together, but I caught a knee between my legs and held her still.
“Those are my fingers you’re getting off on, Delaine. Mine. And this feeling you’re having now is going to be so much more intense when it’s my cock instead,” I told her, and then claimed her open mouth with my own.
She responded immediately, hungrily devouring my mouth in return until her orgasm subsided and she was a heaving puddle of postorgasmic bliss in my hands.
When I removed my fingers, I immediately stood and stepped from the tub, my dick still hard as an iron rod with water dripping from the tip. “Finish your bath,” I told her nonchalantly as I wrapped a towel around myself. “I have to go to work. Make yourself at home, but I expect you to be waiting for me by the door when I return at six. Do you understand?”