Virgin's Folly: Seduced, Ravaged, and Pregnant (Breeding Erotica) (2 page)

I'd sneak in through the unlatched garden
entrance Holly once showed me. Tip-toeing past her room, I'd
saunter upstairs, toward the master bedroom, where Mr. Langern
slept in that huge antique bed with the thick burgundy curtains
around it.

If I were a braver girl, I suspected I
could've gotten away with it. He'd take me, rough and fast,
thinking it was nothing but a feverish dream.

I'd let him ravish me all night, and he
wouldn't know any different. Not until morning, when he awoke to
the ruffled sheets next to him and my scent on his fingers.

That's the way I really want to lose my
virginity. It's how it would happen in a perfect world. But your
life's far from perfect, isn't it Kaylee?

I searched for distractions, chores and long
runs in the park to strengthen my senses. Mom sung my praise to the
moon, telling me she'd never seen the counter tops and kitchen
floor so spotless.

Word got back to Dad, and he rewarded me
with a gift card for a few new apps I could play with on my phone.
But they were feeble, temporary distractions.

Who was I fooling, really? Myself?

I showered before driving over to Holly's
place late in the evening. On a whim, she'd dragged me along to a
fancy lingerie shop in the big mall about a month before we
graduated.

Holly wouldn't let me leave until I tried on
a few things. That's where I'd found the sleek black panties and
bra I rolled onto my flesh.

I'd only worn them once, when I swiveled
around in the mirror at the mall, admiring the way they clung to my
hams and turned my breasts into sweetly layered bonbons.

Weeks later, they still looked good, even in
our bathroom's bland and underwhelming surroundings. And they'd
better! It had cost me several month's allowance to afford
them.

What do you think is going to happen
tonight? You won't be comfortable in those. You'll be like an
imposter among Holly's rich friends, desperately trying to keep up
with the thousand dollar panties and lace peeking out above their
collars and below their skirts.

Ignoring the bitter self-doubt, I rolled on
a nice blue evening dress. The very best I had.

I knew what the odds were of something
happening with Mr. Langern. But if it did, against all bets, I had
to be ready. A man like him deserved nothing less than the very
best.

So did I, just this once.

Holly was right. I'd been stupidly clinging
to my virginity for nothing. The idea of going away to the dorms
and a campus hopping with lively young men without any experience
horrified me.

When I got to their house, I parked as far
back as I could in the long driveway, hiding my meager wreck of a
car from all the shiny high tech models.

I heard the bass thumping as soon as I
stepped outside. Red, white, and blue strobe lights flashed inside
the huge house.

Mr. Langern was definitely a hardass, much
like his daughter. But as long as she lived up to his lofty
expectations, he let her play as he hard as he forced her to
work.

Holly was nowhere to be found when I came
through the open double door. I pushed past a few throngs of older
guys. Several smelled like they'd been dunked in weed and left to
marinate for a week or more.

Downstairs, the music reached its crescendo.
Dubstep thumped in the open air, closely coordinated by a DJ at the
switchboard.

Holly – or more likely some geeky
friend-of-a-friend – had used their projector to cast the colorful
flashing lights. Several dozen teen and twenty-something couples
danced and lingered around the open floor, big as a makeshift
ballroom.

I found her near the edge of the dance
floor, grinding against a guy in his early twenties. I watched her
eyes open, followed by her ruby lips as soon as she saw me.

“
Kayyyyy!” She yelled over
the booming music. “I was starting to think you weren't gonna show,
girl. This is Charlie!”

The older guy smiled politely, but I
detected the annoyance in his face. I'd interrupted his literal
dance of seduction. Probably left him with swollen balls that would
have to stay blue for a little longer too.

“
Hey,” he said simply,
grabbing my small hand.

The rough squeeze was all I needed to know
that I wasn't very welcome. For a second, I wanted to be a bitch,
but the look in Holly's eyes said she was punch drunk on her
co-worker.

Sure is a sucker for tattoos and piercings.
Well, it was only a matter of time until she got addicted to
someone at work. Plenty of musicians to go around at a guitar
store.

Wonder if pretty boy can play her as good as
his instruments?

“
Go get some punch! And if
you want a little green, those guys upstairs have got it.” She
flashed me an evil smile, knowing how square I was. “Tell 'em I
sent you. They'll give it up for free.”

I laughed coldly and stepped away from her.
She gave me one last wave, mumbling something about catching up
later.

Pretty boy's hips swung forward again,
aiming directly for her crotch beneath the thin summer skirt.

I ducked past more dancers and stumbled
upstairs. Holly's parties usually threw a bone to the more sensible
guests by stocking water, sodas, and snacks on a large table –
often right next to the spiked punches and amateur sangrias older
guests snuck in beneath Mr. Langern's nose.

When I got to the long refreshments table, I
wrinkled my nose. The cheeses and chips were almost totally
demolished, leaving nothing but a heap of untouched vegetables.

I grabbed a few sad cucumbers and a can of
iced tea and headed for a quieter corner in the house. Wandering
down the hall, munching my snack, I realized how insanely huge the
house was.

It took nearly ten minutes to go all the way
to the other end, winding past empty sitting rooms and walk-in
storage closets.

The music became a dull thud by the time I
got into the library. It was usually dark, but tonight, there was a
soft amber glow coming from the desk.

He sat beneath a huge
ram's head mounted on the wall. Mr. Langern had a thick volume
cracked open, a small half-globe of brandy at his side.

I meant to feed my eyes on his beauty and
then slip away undetected. But I just had to step onto the wooden
floor's only squeaky spot.

Mr. Langern spun around, a large smile
plastered on his face. Nothing about his posture said I'd startled
him.

Quite the opposite – it
looked like he'd been
expecting
me.

“
Little Kaylee! What a
pleasant surprise.”

“
I'm really sorry to
bother you, sir. Holly's tied up right now and I wanted to go for a
walk. You have such a beautiful home...”

Shit. Is that the best you can do?

I nearly choked on my feeble words. I'd
never been good at small talk, and even worse when confronted with
my dearest crush.

He stood, walking toward me with a slow,
steady gait. The neat trousers hung off his hips, accenting every
lean angle on his powerful body.

My eyes flicked to his center and then went
lower. For a second, I swore I saw a large bulge beneath the seams,
but he was on me before I had a chance to get a better look.

“
What's the matter, little
girl? The party's not to your liking?”

“
No, it isn't that.” I
blushed.

Something snapped deep inside my brain. For
once, the urge to be honest became overpowering.

“
Okay, maybe a little.”
Slowly, I met his eyes and instantly wanted to look
away.

But I couldn't. They
glimmered were like gems sparkling with exquisite fire, magnetic
flames that said,
You are mine.

“
You've always been a
little more mature than my Holly,” he began, pacing around me the
same way a shark encircles its prey. “It bodes well for you next
year, Kaylee. Let the other girls have their boys and smoke up.
You'll be graduating with honors.”

Trying to keep calm, I slipped. A much
louder giggle than anything I expected burst out of my mouth,
beating me back into embarrassed quiet as it bounced off the high
ceilings.

“
It's okay to laugh,
Kaylee. I'm told it's good for the soul.” He stopped in front of
me, eyes oozing more lust than ever. “Would you be interested in
some polite criticism from an adult?”

“
Uh, sure. I think I can
handle more of that...”

“
You're a very shy girl.
Don't get me wrong – it's sweet, disarming, and painfully tempting
for an older man.”

He paused. Cherry red heat exploded on my
cheeks and bellow my belly, spreading into every kind of fire.

Wet flames, dry flames, sky high flames
promising to light up every nerve in my body on a towering
pyre.

“
But you really need to
put yourself out there, my dear. Take life by the throat!” His hand
swung out into the open air, startling me with another of his many
talents. I never knew he was into the martial arts too.

“
Do something just for
you, Kaylee. Just one time. Show the idiots who count you out how
wrong they are. Drink a little, dance a lot, and fuck until sunup.
That's the way you should be living your life while you're young,
no matter how hard you're working.”

His words sent huge thunderheads of emotion
crashing through me. I couldn't deny his criticisms.

They were spot on. Trouble is, they were
also incredibly insulting.

I tapped my foot angrily. “I'm a little more
adventurous than you think, Mr. Langern.”

“
I'm not afraid to correct
myself,” he said, his tone warming to crisp pleasantry. “But if
that's true, then what are you doing here, Kaylee? Why aren't you
downstairs dancing with the others?”

My lips twitched. He'd really gotten under
my skin.

And – perversely! – I wanted him more than
ever. I was a second away from flinging myself at him and raking my
fingernails across his beautiful back.

But the energy inside me fired. I did a
rapid about face, turning and walking to escape this unexpected
inquisition.

Fine. I'll go downstairs and prove you
wrong, Mr. Langern. Dead wrong. I'll dance and fuck the night away
with whoever I can find...

I got three paces when his hand grabbed for
my wrist. In one jerk, he twisted me back toward him like a
boomerang formed from soft curves, straight into his embrace.

“
Wait. I know that bass
filled crap in the basement doesn't appeal to you. Neither do those
awkward little boys. You'll dance tonight, Kaylee Hughes, but
you'll do it strictly on my terms. Don't you want a dance to
remember with a
real
man?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words
wouldn't come. Seconds ticked by and my muscles relaxed, sending me
deeper into his chest.

Mr. Langern leaned to punch the button on
the long remote sitting on a small table. His peaceful study was
flooded with music.

Wild notes swarmed around us, piping
woodwinds and squealing violins. I should've known. Just like
everything else, his taste in music was traditional, powerful, and
disarmingly sensual.

“
Follow my lead. This is
what I call a modern waltz,” he said.

When we reached the empty space in the
center of the room, lined by bookshelves soaring to the ceiling, he
spun me around. Still dazed by what was happening, my knees buckled
and I yelped.

But Mr. Langern didn't let me fall. He
whipped me back against his rock hard chest. My lips fell against
his neck.

For two seconds, they pressed flat in his
flesh, close enough to inhale and taste. Happy notes whirled around
us, and he kept moving, drawing me deeper into his world.

What the hell are you doing?

My bearings returned. I snapped away from
him, as far as he'd let me go, mumbling an apology.

“
Nonsense. You really
dance beautifully, Kaylee. Almost as well as that dress compliments
your figure. I like to watch my feminine bells spin like chimes,
bobbing and ringing so I can know their sweetness.”

He moistened his lips and yanked me into him
again. This time, Mr. Langern's stiff palm stretched on the small
of my back, pressing me snug by the spine.

His hips lurched forward. We moved more
gently – at least on the surface – rocking in place as shrill
violins launched into a crescendo.

The music became as erratic as my heartbeat.
It was like a volcano erupting from the inside out, and only partly
in my ears. The rest was firing deeper, down below, soaking me with
slick heat.

I whimpered, shame and desire rushing into
me so swiftly I worried I'd pass out.

Mr. Langern saw his opportunity and seized
it. His free hand corkscrewed up my thigh, starting at the knee and
going all the way up to the hem of my panties.

My legs parted instantly. Wetness gushed
everywhere.

Saliva, sweat, and honey sweet cream flooded
my softest places. Tenuous doubts still pounded in my head, but my
body had already made its decision without me.

That bulge in his trousers went straight for
my core. His massive erection ground against me, straight through
our clothing, hard and aimed directly at my clit.

Electric blood shot through my veins. Before
I knew what was happening, I clasped him tighter, grunting like an
animal in heat.

I stood on my tip toes and leaned up to him.
Mr. Langern met me just an inch from his face.

His lips hit mine, volcanic stone. My first
true kiss sent his fire deep, lighting up my nerves like a
Christmas tree, making me glow for him.