《Virgin for Sale》


 Chapter 1

    Chapter 1


    Chapter One


    Faye


    This has to be the craziest thing I¡¯ve ever done. I mean, it¡¯s not the most original idea. Girls and women


    of all ages sell their virginity, so it¡¯s not like I¡¯m doing anything shocking, not really. I¡¯m twenty years old.


    I¡¯ve dropped out of college because the money is needed for my young sister. I¡¯ve gotten sole custody


    of her, and she¡¯s sick, really sick. I have to do this for her so that we can get away and also so he


    doesn¡¯t try to get her back if for whatever reason they give him parole or something like that.


    Our stepfather decided he couldn¡¯t keep his hands to himself and has been abusing Kerry for years.


    Our mother died after being run over by a drunk driver, and our stepfather kept us with him. I didn¡¯t


    know what was going on. It fills me with guilt to think he was able to get his hands on my sister and I


    didn¡¯t even see it. Not that he needed to worry about that. He¡¯d been manipting her so she didn¡¯t


    really have a choice in saying no to him. He made it so that she had feelings for him.


    The doctors said a lot of things were needed for her. How she was at a critical point and I had to make


    sure she got the best care possible because she¡¯d attempted suicide and she was brainwashed by our


    stepfather to love him, to ept his brand of ¡°love.¡± Either way, there is no way I couldn¡¯t do this.


    I love my sister, and I¡¯m not going to lie, the guilt eats at me, knowing our stepfather went to her room


    most nights.


    Pushing those thoughts aside, I focus on the room around me. The room that would serve for a cherry


    stripping.


    It wasn¡¯t that big of a deal. Just a thin piece of skin, really. A pain that was going to serve to bring me


    the most money. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I wonder what to do. Finding this ce hadn¡¯t been


    difficult. Just asking a few of the girls at college had led me right here, to Cherry. Yeah, it¡¯s so clich¨¦,


    right, Cherry? That is the name of the nightclub. What I didn¡¯t know was the owner, Malcolm Cherry,


    had a side business of auctioning off girls¡¯ virginities. Yep, that he certainly did.


    Kind of scary when I think about it.


    Strange too.


    Meeting him had been a surreal experience. I sat in his office while he stared at my body, assessing


    me like I was a piece of steak. At first, I didn¡¯t think he¡¯d go for someone like me. I¡¯m not exactly on the


    slim side but have curves, from big tits to huge hips, rounded thighs with just a hint of cellulite. He¡¯d


    made me stand up, turn around, look this way and that, and he¡¯d actually seemed impressed.


    There were two options to pick from on how to sell my virginity. At first, I thought he meant either online


    or in a room full of men.


    Nope.


    My two options were this; I could have the fairytale deflowering, which is all kinds of weird in itself. I


    guess that is why Malcolm is so popr though. He caters to most people. The fairytale deflowering is


    where a man buys me, we have a nice date, it ends with sex. Something beautiful for the first time. For


    me, it sounded a little too personal, too intimate, and besides, I needed more money. Malcolm had


    been clear that the cost of the date and experience woulde out of the final payment.


    Intimacy.


    Feelings.


    Emotion.


    I didn¡¯t want that. None of it. Also, I needed more money, and I wasn¡¯t going to waste it on a date I


    didn¡¯t need or want.


    So, option two. I don¡¯t get the date or the fairy tale. The guy doesn¡¯t give me the time of my life. I stay in


    a room and wait to see who has decided to purchase my very precious cherry. From there, we fuck.


    There is no niceness. No pleasantries. Just sex. A business contract, signed and sealed, and finished


    with a dick. They have a portfolio of women who want to make money off their first sexual experience.


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    All I had to know was which one paid the most. Malcolm takes his cut of ten percent, but after that it


    varies with the customer. He told me that some girls had sold for over six figures because the demand


    had been that great. He wouldn¡¯t ept anything less than ten grand. After all, we were offering


    something of a lifetime. Not only that, his clientele were wealthy bastards who enjoyed paying for


    something exclusive.


    It would seem virgins are hard toe by these days.


    Rubbing my hands together, I see the small blue braid bracelet my sister made for me a few years ago.


    She told me that she¡¯d put a special spell on it so no one would ever hurt me. Damn it. I should have


    been the one protecting her, and while she¡¯d been hurting, I¡¯d been oblivious.

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    Chapter 2


    Batting away my tears, I stand up and pace. My nerves are shot.


    Tonight, I¡¯ll be having sex with a stranger, and it won¡¯t be giving me the fairy tale either. I¡¯m quite happy


    about that actually. I don¡¯t want the fairy tale. I was never one to love a prince. I loved the beast and


    always felt ripped off that he didn¡¯t turn back. Why would anyone want a weak prince when they could


    have that incredible beast of a man?


    See, weird. Totally weird.


    There are no windows in the room. Just one door. Arge, four-poster bed dominates the room, and


    they have a thing about mirrors as well.


    So many mirrors that no matter where I look, I see myself.


    My brown hair is a mess from running my fingers through it. My eyes are wide. I¡¯m a little afraid.


    Terrified, really. The clothes I¡¯m wearing are nothing sexual. Malcolm told me I didn¡¯t have to dress up,


    that part of the charm of option two was the realness of it all.


    Why did I opt to just get fucked?


    This is business.


    I had always fantasized about what my first time would be like. Touching a man, being touched. Not


    once did I think it would be to the highest bidder. Still, not having the dream experience means that


    more security is in ce. There would be a man posted outside the door just in case.


    If at any point the mystery man decides to use his fists, or hurt me, I¡¯m to scream. The guard would be


    in and all will be okay. He¡¯d deal with the man and I¡¯d still get paid.


    The fear is back.


    I¡¯ve never been good when ites to pain.


    I¡¯m the kind of person who cries when she cuts her finger. Wow, this is going to suck big time.


    Staring straight ahead, I feel my heart pound, which gets worse as I hear a knock on the door.


    I nce around the room. Should I answer? Why are they knocking?


    Biting my lip, I can¡¯t stop frowning.


    The knockes again.


    ¡°Who is it?¡± What else am I supposed to say? This isn¡¯t my home, nor is it my room. This was just for


    one night.


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    ¡°May Ie in?¡±


    His voice is dark and deep.


    My heart rate triples.


    Shit.


    This is really happening.


    I¡¯ve sold my virginity, and now I have to pay the price.


    ¡°Yes, of course.¡± I hate how nervous I sound. Does he hear it? He doesn¡¯t enter straight away.


    I count how long I wait for him toe inside.


    One.


    Two.


    Three.


    Four.


    Five.


    The door finally opens. I look away, almost afraid of who I¡¯ll find entering the room. There isn¡¯t any


    window, and my fear no longer feels justified.


    I did this.


    The man has bought me for the night, but this is all me.


    Every single part of it.


    I turn and look at him.


    He isn¡¯t what I was expecting.


    The man standing by the door is indeed older;te thirties maybe. Not that I can tell all that much from


    staring at him. He looks at me, his hands by his sides, but he doesn¡¯t seem nervous.


    No.


    Staring into his deep blue eyes, I am taken aback by how he watches me, assessing. There is


    something dark beneath that gaze that keeps me on the spot.


    This is the man who¡¯s purchased me.


    For one night he owns me, and because I didn¡¯t demand the fairy tale, it doesn¡¯t have to be sweet and


    nice.


    I wanted the darkness, and from the look on his face, he is more than willing to give it to me.


    ¡°Stand up,¡± he says.


    I do exactly as he said.


    Fighting is useless.


    Bowing my head, I wonder how long the carpet¡¯s beenid. It looks old, almost vintage. Maybe that is


    the appeal here. It reminds me of something you¡¯d see in an old movie where the girl was put up for


    sale.


    Okay, now I¡¯m just trying to pretend my fantasy isn¡¯t that fucked up.


    This isn¡¯t a fantasy, far from it.


    ¡°Strip.¡±


    I don¡¯t even know his name.


    Not that it matters. I won¡¯t tell him mine.


    Kicking off my sneakers, I start working on the buttons of my shirt. He still hasn¡¯t moved.


    I give him my back as I go to unsnap my bra. His voice holds me to the spot.


    ¡°No, I want to see. Turn back around. Show me.¡±


    My cheeks are on fire.


    I¡¯ve never been spoken to like that before.


    Without looking at him, I slowly remove my bra, feeling my tits spring out. I¡¯ve always been well-blessed


    in the chest department.


    No one else has ever seen them.


    There are a lot of firsts going on tonight.


    When I finally get to my panties, I hesitate.


    ¡°All of it.¡±


    There is no need to get scared. If he hurts me in any way unless I want it, I can call out to the guard.


    Wriggling out of my panties, I sp my fingers together, hoping my long hair will in some way cover my


    body.

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    Chapter 3


    I¡¯m not used to showcasing my naked self.


    The room is nice and warm though.


    ¡°Turn around.¡±


    Slowly, I move in a circle so that he¡¯ll see all of me.


    ¡°Come here.¡±


    His instructions are starting to grate on my nerves, each word an irritation. All I have to do is remember


    my sister in the hospital and it propels me forward.


    There¡¯s no way I¡¯d be here for any other reason than my sister.


    The man, my owner¡ªI¡¯m thinking of naming him Blue¡ªgrips my chin and tilts my head back.


    ¡°There it is. There¡¯s that fire I saw.¡±


    I¡¯ve no idea what he¡¯s talking about.


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    He strokes my cheek, and I¡¯m very much aware of his fully-dressed state.


    His thumb glides across my lips, and I keep them closed.


    ¡°So, you want to have that cherry taken from you. To be fucked by a real man?¡±


    Again, I don¡¯t say anything.


    I¡¯m caught up in his touches.


    The moment his finger slid across my lips, I felt a tightening within me. When he talks, his voice


    arouses me. I don¡¯t want him to stop. I¡¯ve never been so turned on and irritated before.


    ¡°Open.¡±


    His thumb presses against my lips, and I open up to him. He thrusts inside, and I watch him. In and out,


    he presses. ¡°This mouth was made to suck a nice, big cock. We¡¯ve got tonight, and by the time I¡¯m


    done with you, not one part of you will be innocent anymore.¡±


    He suddenly moves me backward.


    Copsing to the bed, I look up as he spreads my thighs wide. He holds my legs tightly, stepping


    between them.


    ¡°Very nice. I knew you¡¯d have a nice, juicy pussy. I can see how wet you are.¡±


    Malcolm advised that I wax down below, but there was no way that was happening. I¡¯ve tried to wax my


    legs before, and that turned into a nightmare. Why anyone would put themselves through that kind of


    pain is beyond me.


    I always trimmed my pubic hair, and that¡¯s what I¡¯d done. It wasn¡¯t like I wanted this big, bushy thing.


    His hands move from my thighs and slide up my body. He cups my tits, pressing them together, gliding


    down toward my pussy.


    He spreads the lips of my pussy, and I hear him groan. ¡°Now that is a surprise.¡±


    I cry out as he touches me. One finger across my clit and I arch up.


    ¡°So sensitive and wet. We¡¯re going to have a lot of fun tonight.¡±


    He steps away. Going to my elbows, I watch him as he starts to undress, each piece of clothingnding


    on the floor without a care in the world. When he stands before me, naked, I can¡¯t think or feel.


    I¡¯m all over the ce.


    Happy, scared, excited, freaked out.


    Above all, I¡¯m aroused.


    This I didn¡¯t expect. How could I be aroused? This man is aplete stranger to me.


    Chapter Two


    Chase


    Virgins are not my thing.


    Who would want a woman that didn¡¯t know what the fuck she was doing in the bedroom? I¡¯d always


    wanted a woman of experience. Where she knew how to ride, suck, and fuck my dick. I wasn¡¯t


    interested in teaching a woman what to do.


    So why the ever-loving fuck have I just spent a hundred thousand bucks on this piece of ass? For one,


    I me my friend. Coming to Cherry was his idea, and Dean loves virgins. He has a thing for popping


    cherries. I have no idea what his deal is. At thirty-five years old, I thought he¡¯d have grown out of it by


    now, but it seems with histest trip, he is still very much an asshole.


    Unless you take the fairytale route in the back seediness of the club, there is no way to see the girls


    first. Instead, Malcolm, club owner and sick fuck, takes pictures of each girl and that¡¯s what the men get


    to choose from.


    This woman, she was different.


    Most of the men hadn¡¯t put a bid on her, but I saw something when I looked at her. She didn¡¯t reveal


    much flesh, andpared to the other women, she was on the fuller side. Even though she tried to


    hide it, I saw those tits and ass, and I have to say, with her naked beneath me, I¡¯m not disappointed.


    Men are supposed to have a type, and I guess that is exactly what I¡¯ve got. I love a woman with some


    meat on her bones. I don¡¯t like screwing a stick or someone thatins every two minutes that it


    hurts.


    I¡¯m a big guy, I get it, but I¡¯m not that big.


    This woman with no name, she is everything I craved. Even as she stares at me with a little fear in her


    eyes, there is something else, something dark. She wants this. The sight of her slick cunt is evidence of


    that.


    I shouldn¡¯t havee tonight.


    I¡¯ve never taken a virgin before.


    I don¡¯t even know if I can be gentle with her. Then I remember I don¡¯t have to be.

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    Chapter 4


    She¡¯s mine for the taking. I don¡¯t have to be gentle or give her a nice time.


    I take.


    I fuck.


    So long as I keep my fists to myself, it¡¯s all night long that I¡¯ve got a willing ve in my bed.


    She¡¯s protected with the guard outside the door. Malcolm makes sure his men always stay put. After


    tonight, I¡¯m going to have to tell him to find another guard because that one was paid off for a few


    measly grand.


    I can spend that a day on meals with clients to make a couple extra million. I¡¯m a businessman. Money


    is the currency I¡¯m used to.


    Thest thing I wanted was for the guard toe in. I don¡¯t like having people around to watch me


    unless I¡¯m the one in control.


    So, the guard had to go.


    One look at this woman¡¯s picture and I wanted to know more. She¡¯s here for money, I get that, but


    there¡¯s something else. I get the sense that if she could, she¡¯d be somewhere else. Somewhere far


    away from here.


    ¡°You ever seen a cock before?¡± I ask.


    She shakes her head.


    I smirk. I can¡¯t help it.


    It¡¯s a heady feeling, knowing I am the first man to be with this woman. Part of me wants to walk away,


    but I can¡¯t. I love that she hasn¡¯t waxed her pussy. She keeps her legs open, just like I asked her to.


    Does she even realize how beautiful she looks, spread open like that?


    Wrapping my fingers around my length, I stare into her brown eyes. So expressive. Her bottom lip is


    sucked into her mouth, and it makes me want to pull on that lip.


    Stepping up to the bed, I take her hand and wrap it around my dick.


    The only condition for tonight was a condom. Malcolm was firm on that.


    None of the women are looking for a baby or something more.


    One night of pleasure.


    I paid a hundred thousand dors for this woman.


    I want to make every second count.


    Her fingers are cold as they touch my skin. Closing my eyes, I grit my teeth. The pleasure is fucking


    intense.


    Slowly, up and down, I show her what I like.


    ¡°Men are different. I like to know you¡¯re touching me, so do it hard. I like a firm touch.¡±


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    I squeeze her hand.


    Her gaze keeps going from my face to my hand, then back again.


    ¡°That¡¯s right, fuck, that feels good. You know you¡¯re doing it right when I stay hard and you get my pre-


    cum leaking out of the tip.¡± I groan.


    It has been a long time since I¡¯ve been with a woman.


    Never have I paid for a woman. This ispletely new, but I love the feel of her hands on me. The fire


    she¡¯s setting within my body. I can¡¯t stop, and I want to just bend her over and fuck her so damn bad it


    aches.


    I shove her hand away from my dick and push her to the bed. Gripping her thighs, I move up, kneeling


    between so she has no choice but to keep on moving until her head is on the pillows, her brown hair


    fanning out against the pale white sheets.


    Why white?


    The whole virgin experience, maybe?


    By the time I¡¯m through with this woman, she won¡¯t be able to walk for a week. The first time, I¡¯ve


    heard, is awful, so I already know I¡¯m going to take her at least twice.


    Condoms are in the drawer beside the bed, but I¡¯m not ready to just stick my dick in. I need a taste of


    this woman. To think, if I¡¯d not decided toe with my friend, I wouldn¡¯t get to experience her first


    time.


    From the moment I saw her picture, I felt this need to be here. To take her. To show her how good it


    could be with a man. This wasn¡¯t how a woman¡¯s first time should be. There should be lots of flowers,


    dinner, and something special beforehand. The buildup of intimacy that every other woman got.


    She doesn¡¯t have time for that though. I see it in her eyes.


    The money for this woman is ast resort.


    I¡¯ve never been one to care about another¡¯s business. It¡¯s a dog eat dog world out there, and I¡¯m one of


    the dogs that eats well.


    Kissing down her body, I take each nipple into my mouth, sucking on the hard buds. She wriggles


    beneath me, and I love the feel of her soft body against mine. Sliding my tongue down the valley of her


    breasts to her belly button, I tease as I keep her legs open wide. The scent of her sex is so close.


    My mouth waters for a taste.


    Now, I¡¯m a picky man.


    I don¡¯t like tasting a woman¡¯s pussy. The thought of putting my mouth where another man¡¯s dick has


    been doesn¡¯t appeal to me.


    But this woman is pure honey.

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    Chapter 5


    No one has known how sweet and sexy she is.


    It makes me wonder how many times she¡¯s been overlooked, men just ncing at her before deciding


    to take someone else.


    Their loss is now my gain.


    Above her pussy, I open the lips covered in fine hair. Her clit is swollen, and she looks so beautiful.


    Whoever this woman is, she¡¯s a beauty.


    Sliding my tongue across her little nub, I hear her gasp. Her hands clench the sheet on either side of


    her.


    Didn¡¯t she know there was going to be pleasure?


    Taking her clit into my mouth, I suck hard and that silent gasp turns into a scream, and it fires my body.


    Holding the nub between my teeth, I glide my tongue back and forth. I stare up at her, seeing her arch


    up.


    Those perfect, juicy, ripe tits are shaking as I tease her. Her legs stay open. I don¡¯t even need to keep a


    hold of them.


    I see the change inside her and feel it as her pelvis undtes against my mouth. She¡¯s getting so


    close. I want to feel it wrapped around my dick, but this first time, it¡¯s not going to be easy.


    Just thinking about sliding in deep, tearing through that thin barrier that would dere her as mine,


    turns me the fuck on.


    I want this so damn much.


    Bringing her to orgasm only fuels my need to be inside her.


    I¡¯ve got to have her.


    The moment her cry rends the air, I¡¯m done waiting.


    I didn¡¯t pay a hundred thousand bucks to give her the sweet version.


    I paid to fuck her.


    No emotion.


    No connection.


    She got an orgasm.


    Using my fingers, I tease her clit as I tear into one of the condoms. When she can¡¯t take any more of


    her orgasm, I use both hands to quickly slide thetex over my dick. Settling back between her


    gorgeous thighs, I run the tip of my dick through her slick heat, bumping her clit.


    I hold my cock, ce it at her entrance. Putting a hand near her head, I stare into her eyes, the soft


    brown eyes that are now slightly zed over as they look at me. I figured I¡¯d want to see myself take


    her. To slide inside her virgin cunt.


    Instead, I want to see her eyes.


    To watch as she takes me.


    This is it.


    I don¡¯t go in nice and easy, giving her a chance to grow ustomed to me inch by inch. There¡¯s no


    point in that.


    I m forward, piercing through her hymen as I m in deep, going to the hilt inside her.


    I watch as she screams.


    Her hands go to my chest as I tear away her innocence, stealing what should belong to someone she


    cares about.


    I don¡¯t give a fuck.


    This woman¡¯s mine.


    Bought and paid for.


    Holding still within her, I feel her pussy tighten around me.


    There are tears in her eyes, and she¡¯s biting her lip.


    Words haven¡¯t been spoken between us.


    I shouldn¡¯t care that I hurt her.


    I do fucking care.


    It annoys me.


    She¡¯s nothing.


    Just a fuck and yet I find myself asking her, ¡°Are you okay?¡±


    She nods.


    I don¡¯t want head jerks.


    ¡°Talk to me, angel.¡± I don¡¯t know her name.


    She licks her lips, looking past my shoulder. ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡±


    I pull out of her and thrust back in. She whimpers, her fingers like ws digging into my chest.


    ¡°You¡¯re not fine. Talk to me, angel, or I¡¯m going to keep on doing that. I like the feel of your cunt


    wrapped around my dick. I can be here all night.¡±


    ¡°It just ¡­ it hurts. I knew it would, but I didn¡¯t think it would be that bad.¡±


    Running my hand down her thigh, I cup her hip.


    Her body is so sexy.


    I love it. I can¡¯t get enough. I¡¯m still leaning on one hand near her head.


    ¡°You sold this to me.¡±


    ¡°I know.¡±


    ¡°Why?¡± I ask.


    ¡°I don¡¯t have to tell you that. Malcolm said there doesn¡¯t even have to be any talking.¡±


    I smirk. ¡°I hate to break it to you, angel, I either talk or fuck you. Your choice.¡±


    ¡°Did you even for a second consider the fairy tale?¡± she asks.


    ¡°Not a chance. I¡¯ve got no time for virgins to fall for me.¡±


    She snorted. ¡°You really think that¡¯s an option.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯d be surprised. Why didn¡¯t you pick the fairy tale?¡± I¡¯m curious now, and it annoys me.


    This wasn¡¯t supposed to matter, but it does.


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    Chapter Three


    Faye


    I didn¡¯t exactly think it was going to be easy. Sure, pain was pretty much what I expected, but after?


    Feeling him inside me, now that was something I¡¯d never forget. I guess I now know why women never


    forget their first.


    I do think it¡¯s really unfair that guys feel no pain at all. I mean, they don¡¯t even have to have childbirth


    either. Men got the better deal here.


    Why am I thinking about pregnancy with this man, this total stranger seated deep inside me?


    The pain stops, ebbs away like it wasn¡¯t even there. He stares at me, curious.

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    Chapter 6


    His question is ringing around in my head.


    We were really talking when the pain stopped.


    ¡°Come on, angel, tell me why you didn¡¯t pick the fairy tale. I was surprised when I saw your picture


    there.¡±


    ¡°I take it you do this often?¡±


    ¡°No, I don¡¯t.¡± Both of his hands rest beside my head. He¡¯s so close that it¡¯s hard to look away.


    I don¡¯t want to look away from him.


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    Biting my lip, I try not to move. He feels weird inside me. A good weird, but still strange.


    I¡¯ve never had a dick within me, and now there¡¯s no going back.


    ¡°Surprised?¡± he asks.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°Good. I don¡¯t do this often. So, figuring you don¡¯t either, tell me why you didn¡¯t pick the fairy tale.¡±


    ¡°Because I didn¡¯t want the lie.¡±


    ¡°The lie?¡±


    ¡°The fairy tale ending is not what I¡¯m getting. Far from it. There¡¯s no knight or prince waiting at the end


    of the night. One-time deal where you experience everything. You love every second of it, but it¡¯s a lie.


    Aplete and total lie. I¡¯d rather have the truth than that.¡±


    ¡°Interesting.¡±


    When he stops talking and simply stares into my eyes, I don¡¯t know what he¡¯s looking for, can¡¯t even for


    a second figure out what he wants.


    Then he starts to move, and I gasp.


    ¡°Ah, so you¡¯re not in pain anymore.¡±


    He thrusts inside me, moving in and out, slowly, each time, driving my arousal higher.


    He lifts uppletely, and the view of his cock is so sexy. Spreading my legs wide, I nce down and


    watch as he sinks inside me.


    I gasp.


    ¡°That¡¯s it, angel, feel me inside you. You¡¯re so fucking tight. A nice, tight pussy. You¡¯re not a virgin


    anymore. I own that. I own that part of you, and you¡¯re never taking it away from me.¡±


    One of his hands moves down my sides, cupping my hip, holding it firm within his grasp as he goes


    harder, riding me, taking me to another ce, or at least it feels like it. I don¡¯t know what to do. Holding


    onto the sheet seems like a pretty good idea.


    He drives inside me, and I can¡¯t look away.


    The pleasure is intense.


    Painful and hot all at once.


    The need inside me goes higher.


    ¡°Oh, fuck, I want to feel that sweet pussye all over my cock.¡± He rears up and ces me so that


    his cock is still inside me and my butt is on his thighs. I watch, unable to do or say anything as he


    strokes through my slit. He¡¯s teasing my clit, and even though it wasn¡¯t long ago I came, I can feel the


    pleasure rising up inside me. I want this. I want toe so hard and so badly.


    Each stroke builds my arousal until I can¡¯t stand it anymore ande so hard it tears a scream from


    my lips.


    ¡°Yeah, that feels so good.¡±


    He keeps on stroking my clit, speaking dirty words that echo off the walls. I never knew I could feel like


    this, and it¡¯s driving my need higher.


    There was noedown from this as he holds my hips and lets go of all restraint. He pounds inside


    me, fucking me harder than before. I wrap my legs around his waist, and his lips sh against mine,


    sucking, biting, nipping, and there¡¯s nothing I can do.


    I love the feel of his dick, the way his body holds me down to the bed, his cock branding me.


    I¡¯ll never forget this.


    No matter how little the romance was, I will remember this moment until the day I die.


    He drives inside me one more time, his growl spilling out of his mouth at the same time his grip tightens


    on my hip to the point of pain.


    I¡¯ll have bruises in the morning, but that¡¯s okay.


    His cock pulses as wave upon wave of cum spills into the condom.


    Finally, after he finishes, he doesn¡¯t linger. He pulls out of me and sits back.


    I don¡¯t know what to do but to close my legs.


    I watch as he climbs off the bed.


    No words are spoken as he peels off the condom, and I watch him wrap it up, tossing it in the trash.


    I don¡¯t even want to think of all the women that have been here before.


    He returns to the bed, and I was sure for a second I saw him shake.


    It is gone in the blink of an eye.


    Neither of us speaks.


    The air is heavy with tension.


    Or I think it is. I don¡¯t know what to say.


    His gaze returns to mine, and I lie there on the bed. What am I supposed to do? I don¡¯t want to draw


    too much attention. He nces down my body until he finallynds on the bed.


    ¡°I think I know why they have white sheets.¡±


    I follow his gaze, and there, where he¡¯d taken me, is a stain of my blood.


    My virgin blood.


    I feel the heat fill my cheeks.

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    This man, whoever he is, he reaches out, stroking my cheek. His thumb runs back and forth, soothing


    me. When it slides across my lips, I watch him, waiting. He presses against my mouth, and I open up,


    licking him once again.


    ¡°You ever sucked a man¡¯s cock?¡±


    ¡°No.¡±


    ¡°You want to try?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s your night.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, and I got what I wanted. Now I can explore with you. One night. You can do whatever you want.¡±


    ¡°Do you want my mouth on you?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯ve just finished. Is that even possible?¡±


    ¡°Give me a couple of minutes and I¡¯ll show you.¡±


    Is it wrong that I adore that smile? I don¡¯t know him. For all I know it could be his axe-murderer smile,


    but I like it. I want him to keep on smiling at me exactly like that and more. Is that crazy?


    He pulls me close, and his thumb grazes across my lip. ¡°This mouth is designed to suck, to take a cock


    deep. You¡¯re going to gag on mine, but that¡¯s okay. I can handle that.¡±


    His lips crash about mine as he sinks his fingers in my hair. I ce a hand on his chest, kissing him


    back, and the pleasure consumes me.


    My pussy is still so sore, and yet I want more. I¡¯m hungry for more. This is one night of pleasure. What


    would be wrong with taking everything I can from this?


    His tongue glides across my mouth, and I open up for him. Tasting him, I slide my tongue against his,


    touching him. He moves me so that I straddle his waist.


    Sinking my fingers into his hair, I kiss him back harder, more desperate.


    There¡¯s no way I want to let go of him.


    Suddenly, he grabs my hair and tugs on the strands so my head is bowed back, his lips trailing from


    mine to my neck. He sucks hard to the point there will be bruises.


    I don¡¯t care.


    This feels so good.


    Better than I¡¯d ever imagined it would be. When he holds me still and his mouth continues to travel, a


    gasp escapes me as his lips start to nip and suck at my nipples. I close my eyes, feeling the pleasure


    burst from my clit.


    He knows what he¡¯s doing.


    This man can fuck and drive a woman crazy with longing.


    Even as I wriggle on hisp, trying to get closer to him, to put pressure on my pussy, he doesn¡¯t budge


    from licking and sucking at my breasts. I¡¯ve never thought of my nipples as being that pleasurable, but


    with the way he touches and pets them, they drive me wild.


    ¡°So fucking sexy and beautiful.¡±


    One of his hands let go of my hair, and I moan as it moves between my thighs, stroking me.


    Two fingers plunge in deep as his thumb strokes across my clit. I ride his hand, not wanting him to stop,


    to keep on going because I love it. I love the feeling of him touching me, stroking, taking.


    His domination drives me even wilder.


    There¡¯s nowhere else I want to be in this moment than in his arms, awake, alert, waiting to taste his


    giant cock.


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    The moment I¡¯m so close to the edge, he stops. He smirks as he helps me to my knees.


    ¡°I think it¡¯s time for you to learn something new.¡±


    The fingers that had been inside me now wrap around his dick, stroking up and down.


    I lick my lips, watching him, and he groans.


    His cock, which had beenid just a few minutes ago, is now very much awake and wanting some


    happy time.


    Watching him work his hand up and down that length while I grip his thighs, I¡¯mpletely


    mesmerized.


    He¡¯s beautiful to watch.


    The tip is already leaking pre-cum, and he rubs it across and into his length.


    ¡°You ready to have those lips on me?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°Open your mouth.¡±


    Opening my lips, I stare at him, waiting. He ces the tip on my tongue, and, closing my mouth around


    him, I slowly sink onto his dick.


    Sucking him to the back of my throat, I bring my fingers around the base of him.


    ¡°That¡¯s it. Just a little harder. Don¡¯t use teeth but suck with your lips. Meet your hand, and pull it back


    up. I don¡¯t need you to gag on it just yet. That will have toe another time.¡±


    There isn¡¯t going to be another time.


    The moment the clock strikes six, I¡¯ll be gone, and this will be just a distant memory.


    Up and down, bobbing on his length, I suck more of him into my mouth until I¡¯m moaning. His pre-cum


    slides across my tongue as I swallow him down.


    Whenever he does hit the back of my throat, he grips my hair, pulling me off so that I don¡¯t choke on his


    length.


    He¡¯s arge man and the more I take him in, the more saliva I make so that he¡¯s drenched. Some of it


    trickles out of my mouth onto my bent knees. His moans turn me on even more.

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    Suddenly, he stands up, his grip still in my hair as he starts to rock against my mouth, holding me in


    ce.


    There¡¯s no way for me to escape, not that I want to. Seeing him getting close, feeling the pulse of his


    dick, there¡¯s nothing else I want more than for him toe.


    When he does, his spunk floods my mouth, and without any instruction I swallow it down, every single


    drop as he pulses inside me.


    Only when he can¡¯t take any more does he let go.


    Resting my hands on my thighs, I wait.


    He¡¯s panting for breath.


    ¡°You¡¯re sure you¡¯ve never sucked a man off before?¡±


    ¡°You were my first.¡±


    Something shes in his eyes, something dark that makes me pause for just a second, and then it¡¯s


    gone. Did I imagine it?


    Suddenly, he grabs my arms, and he¡¯s pulling me to the bed.


    ¡°This night is nowhere near over.¡± His hand moves between my legs, two fingers back inside me. ¡°And I


    think it¡¯s time for you toe again.¡±


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    Chase


    It has been a long time since I passed out from fucking a woman. It feels so good. Considering I¡¯ve


    always been put off screwing a woman for money and an innocent one at that, my little virginst night


    wore me out. No matter what I did, how many times I took her, and I do believe it was five, she took it.


    Her mouth and pussy were minest night.


    I¡¯d been tempted to fuck her tight, hot, juicy ass, but I figured it wouldn¡¯t do to rush her into anything.


    Especially when ites to a woman¡¯s ass. That kind of fucking needs time, and to prepare her to take


    my cock.


    Sitting up with a frown, ncing around the room, I don¡¯t see any signs of her.


    Pushing the nket off, I see the red bloodstain on the sheets is still there. A mark of what went down


    last night.


    Shaking my head, running fingers through my hair, I pad toward the bathroom.


    There¡¯s no one there.


    No sign of her at all.


    Checking the time, I see it¡¯s a little after seven, and I don¡¯t like that she¡¯d escaped without me knowing.


    I¡¯ve never been a heavy sleeper, never, and yet this woman has gone when no one else could.


    Fuck!


    Heading back into the bathroom, I take care of my morning wood by taking a piss. Washing my hands


    quickly, I try to avoid looking at my reflection.


    Failing miserably.


    I look fucking haggard.


    Screwing a virgin, having her suck my cock, certainly doesn¡¯t leave me feeling fucking refreshed.


    I¡¯m pissed off.


    She¡¯s gone, and the worst of it, I don¡¯t even know her name.


    When I head back into the bedroom, there¡¯s a guard in the doorway.


    ¡°Malcolm would like to see you.¡±


    ¡°He would?¡±


    It has been a long time since I talked to Malcolm or should I say went and visited him in his office. I¡¯d


    paid the money upfrontst night.


    Why would she go?


    Why not wait and we could have ¡­


    What?


    What the hell could we have done?


    No names.


    No contact.


    No nothing.


    The rules had been told to me many times by Dean. It¡¯s why he loved the ce so much. Fresh, new


    pussy that he could ruin.


    Last night wasn¡¯t about ruining her.


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    It had been about giving her an experience of a lifetime, and the truth of the matter was, there¡¯s no way


    I could walk away. Not after looking at her picture. It had been impossible to do.


    She called to me, and now I¡¯m starting to feel like a fucking crazy person.


    Pulling on my pants and shirt, I follow the guard out of the room, aware that he merely closes the door.


    This is so fucking crazy.


    He leads the way to Malcolm. Small talk isn¡¯t for me, but for some reason, I¡¯m angry.


    ¡°How does it feel to just stand outside these rooms all night, listening to them fuck?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s none of my business what goes on inside these rooms. I¡¯m here to do my job. To take care of them


    if something bad happens.¡±


    ¡°They¡¯re fucking total strangers. How bad could it be?¡± The question even sounds stupid.


    The guard pauses outside of what I assume is Malcolm¡¯s office.


    ¡°You¡¯d be surprised how many men think this is a ce to abuse women. It¡¯s not. I¡¯ve had to step in too


    many times because he thinks a no-holds-barred night means he can beat the living shit out of a


    woman. Not going to happen. Not on my watch.¡± He knocks on the door, and Malcolm¡¯s firm ¡°Come in¡±


    can be heard. ¡°You better enter.¡±


    The truth is I¡¯ve no desire to see Malcolm.


    If the son of a bitch of a guard hadn¡¯t opened the door, I wouldn¡¯t have gone in.


    I wonder if he read that on me.


    Shrugging, I head inside to the little pimp sitting behind his desk.


    Malcolm is a rich man. He owns the best nightclubs the city has to offer, and now with this venture, he¡¯s


    completely loaded. I¡¯m surprised there aren¡¯t virgins strapped to cages in his office to tempt him.

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    He¡¯s alone, and he looks fucking pissed.


    ¡°How are you doing this fine morning?¡± I ask, taking a seat opposite him and taking the lead.


    He res.


    Two can y at this game. I stare right back, and neither of us backs down. I know Malcolm has a


    reputation, but I¡¯m not afraid of him.


    I don¡¯t have time for this. It¡¯s a Saturday morning. The office needs me, and I¡¯ve got more urgent needs


    than staring down this ugly fucker.


    ¡°The girlst night. I want to know her name.¡±


    ¡°Not going to happen.¡±


    Gritting my teeth, I rein in my temper. This guy is pissing me off now.


    There¡¯s no way I¡¯m told no.


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    It¡¯s a word I don¡¯t hear or believe in, simple as that.


    ¡°Come on, seriously, you¡¯re going to try and convince me that these women don¡¯t want to know about


    their date?¡± It sounds like utter BS to me.


    ¡°I¡¯m telling you all of them know the rules. It¡¯s why theye here and why I do business with them.¡±


    ¡°Oh, please, you¡¯re a glorified pimp. Selling virgins for them. Making money.¡±


    Malcolm stares at me. ¡°I thought my setup was beneath you. You once told me I was a piece of shit for


    even considering this business. I always figured you were an uptight asshole untilst night. What was


    it about this woman?¡±


    ¡°Screw you.¡±


    Malcolm smiles, only it doesn¡¯t reach his eyes. ¡°You know, the moment she entered my office, I thought


    about you. She¡¯s got that lost little doe look. Innocent as theye, but there¡¯s that spark, isn¡¯t there?


    That little hint of darkness that draws a man in.¡±


    ¡°Tell me about her and her name and we¡¯ll call it even.¡±


    ¡°If you hadn¡¯t paid off the guard outside her door, I may have considered it. You¡¯re in my club. I offer


    these women protection, and against my orders, you removed hers. For that reason, I won¡¯t be telling


    you a single fucking thing about her.¡±


    ¡°How much will it cost me?¡± I ask.


    ¡°Nothing, because you¡¯re not getting her information. You got one night without supervision. Consider it


    a parting gift.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re fucking serious right now?¡±


    ¡°As the fucking dead,¡± Malcolm says. ¡°I don¡¯t get it though. Why didn¡¯t you want the guard? I know you.


    You¡¯re not a prude.¡±


    I shrug. ¡°I didn¡¯t want the guy in on my business. Sue me. You really want me to believe this is a


    respectable business?¡±


    Malcolm chuckles. ¡°You think it¡¯s not?¡±


    ¡°You sell girls. It¡¯s no better than a brothel.¡±


    The man opposite me sits back. He¡¯s staring at me as if I¡¯ve lost my mind, and maybe I have. I can¡¯t


    exactly think straight right now. Being told no is new for me. I¡¯m used to getting what I want.


    ¡°You know, this was a new venture for me a few years ago. It was something I stumbled upon because


    a friend of mine has a sister. You don¡¯t need to know all the details, but the sister¡¯s friend needed


    money. She didn¡¯te from wealth, and the only thing she felt she had to bargain with was her


    virginity. To cut a long story short, she put it on the inte, got a good price for it, and went through


    with the entire ordeal.¡±


    This isn¡¯t going to end well.


    ¡°She never lived past that night,¡± Malcolm says. ¡°They found her body three dayster. My friend¡¯s


    sister knew what was happening, and she panicked. When they found her body, the man who bought


    her had indeed stripped her of her virginity, but he¡¯d also tortured and killed her. The money was never


    even transferred to her bank ount. So, I checked out the site she used, everything. There were a lot


    of young women selling their virginity for money. You may think I¡¯m a pimp, and that¡¯s okay. In essence,


    this is a brothel. The girlse to me, I take care of them, protect them, and at the end of the day, they


    go home, safe. I guaran-fucking-tee it. I¡¯ve got nothing to prove to you. My conscience is very fucking


    clear. I save these women. I don¡¯t take a huge chunk of their money. They get most of it. I take enough


    to keep this ce running, to pay for the men, and to make a tiny profit for my trouble. If you think for


    even a second this is always easy for me, it¡¯s not. Some of these women, they¡¯re barely legal. They¡¯ve


    had a shit upbringing and want to make a change. To some, I¡¯ve seen the looks in their eyes when they


    think the only thing they¡¯re good for is a fuck. So, don¡¯t even think about lecturing me on what you


    believe to be right or wrong.¡±


    Malcolm keeps up his re as he finishes.


    ¡°So, you¡¯re not going to give me the information I want on that girl?¡±


    ¡°No.¡±


    ¡°Son of a bitch! I¡¯m not going to hurt her.¡±

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    ¡°Those are the rules that you signed up for.¡±


    ¡°And if I find my own means of finding her?¡±


    ¡°Good luck.¡±


    ¡°What about her picture?¡±


    ¡°It has been destroyed. The moment the clock struck six this morning, all of those details were wiped. I


    know who she is and what she does and even why she needs the money. I won¡¯t be telling you a damn


    thing.¡±


    There¡¯s absolutely no point in arguing with him.


    He¡¯s made up his mind, and I¡¯m still pissed.


    She left before I got the chance to talk to her.


    Getting to my feet, I make my way to the door, but he stops me.


    ¡°You want to take the sheet?¡± Malcolm asks.


    ¡°The sheet?¡±


    ¡°The bloodstained sheet as a trophy. It¡¯s what you get for your money as well. It¡¯s why all the bedding is


    white.¡±


    ¡°Who the fuck does that?¡± I ask.


    Malcolm smirks. ¡°You¡¯d be surprised. The maid is outside waiting with your sheets.¡±


    As I leave the office, there is in fact a small woman. She holds a brown bag in which I see the hint of


    white.


    I take the package from her, not really interested in the damn sheet. It¡¯s thest thing I want.


    Leaving the building, I find Dean, my friend, leaning against my car.


    ¡°Good night?¡± he asks.


    ¡°I¡¯m not interested in talking right now.¡±


    ¡°Wow, a night of no strings attached sex and I thought you¡¯d be over the moon, or at least a little


    happier this morning.¡±


    ¡°Fuck off.¡± My mood is getting darker.


    His car is parked several feet from mine.


    ¡°What is your problem?¡±


    ¡°Do you have any idea what happenedst night?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, you got to taste untouched fruit. Your dick was the first one inside a nice woman. Admittedly, I


    was surprised you went for the chunky brte, but still.¡±


    Clenching my hands into fists, it takes every single ounce of restraint not to plow my fist into his face.


    Following Dean to Cherryst night hadn¡¯t been on my list of things to do. Nor had I any intention of


    sleeping with a virgin.


    But thinking about her lips around my cock, and the perfect fit of her snug cunt, the memory still turns


    me on.


    ¡°Get out of my fucking way.¡± I¡¯m done. I need a shower. To wash offst night so I can put the entire


    memory out of my mind. Work is what I need to focus on.


    ¡°Are youing next month?¡± Dean asks.


    ¡°Next month?¡±


    ¡°Hell, yeah. There¡¯s always some fresh virgin needing money.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ve got better things to spend my money on.¡± Climbing into my car, I m the door closed. Putting the


    key in the ignition, I start up my vehicle. On any other day, all these actions soothe me.


    Today it only serves to make my mood darker.


    Who is this woman that has somehow gotten under my skin? She¡¯d not even tried either.


    The night had been amazing.


    When I first entered that room, she looked like a deer caught in headlights. As the night progressed


    and she got used to my touch, she rxed, her smile bing more natural.


    Shaking my head, I realize I need to get her out of my mind before I lose it.


    It was one night.


    That was all it was going to be.


    I need to remember it was all I paid for.


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    Faye


    Six monthster


    Okay, keeping calm had to be something to do. A new job at Dunce International is a piece of cake.


    Going back to college isn¡¯t happening, and with Kerry now recovering from her illness, an apartment,


    and sending her to a good school, I need more money. A good job will provide that for her.


    Getting the job hadn¡¯t been easy. The program had been a month long with over fifty applicants, all of


    them college dropouts.


    Yep, Dunce International actually has a program within theirpany to help with college dropouts like


    me and of course fifty others. On the application I was given, they demanded a brief exnation as to


    why you quit. I wonder what the other applicants put. For me, I put personal problems as I had to adopt


    my sister and she¡¯d been sick.


    My grades had been brilliant up until that revtion.


    It hadn¡¯t exactly been a revtion. I¡¯d gone home early, at least two hours before I was supposed to,


    when I saw my stepfather raping my sister.


    Yep, it had been a huge change in my life.


    Fortunately, Kerry is a fighter. She is also in counseling, but that doesn¡¯t seem to be helping. We live in


    a small apartment, and she goes to a great school.


    All from my virgin money.


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    It had been a shock to get the amount that I had.


    Every single cent of it went to helping Kerry.


    So, back at work. After one month of tiring shifts, of proving myself, of showing that I had what it took, I


    got the job, along with four other people.


    I¡¯d heard some of the employees gossiping about us behind our backs. There was a bet on to see who


    wouldst the longest.

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    I don¡¯t know where I fit into it all.


    It would seem my name had been ced around the middle. There was some entitled jock who they


    thought would shine brighter because he had a goodst name and came from a well-to-do family. The


    rest of us didn¡¯t stand a chance.


    Still, it¡¯s why I¡¯m standing outside the elevator at seven in the morning, carrying sixty files in my arms,


    holding them tight against my chest. ncing at my reflection in the metal doors, for a brief moment I


    allow myself to think about him. The man who hadpletely blown my world apart.


    He¡¯d given me a night to remember, and when I was alone in my bed, staring up at my ceiling, I allowed


    myself a chance to dream. To think of his hands as they held me. We¡¯d fucked more than once. He¡¯d


    surprised me by how many times he wanted to go. The way he held me in ce, putting me on my


    knees or back, or making me take him, to stare into his eyes as he filled me.


    I¡¯d been raw for days.


    Walking had been a problem, but seeing as I had to take care of Kerry, I¡¯d not allowed myself to dwell.


    Walking, talking, pretending everything was fine, I¡¯d gone about my business until I got to this moment.


    The memories are all I have left.


    Dating isn¡¯t part of my life.


    Kerry and now work fill my world.


    I¡¯d cut my hair though.


    Every chance he got, he¡¯d run his fingers through it, gripping the length tight, driving me wild and


    making me just fall apart from the pleasure I could have at his fingertips.


    Tapping my foot on the floor, I wonder if the stairs will be easier. Whoever is keeping the elevator is at


    the underground parking level. They are probably talking and keeping the door open.


    Just as I¡¯m about to turn to walk the stairs, the elevator starts to move. There¡¯s no reason why I


    shouldn¡¯t wait now.


    ncing over my shoulder, I see I¡¯m the only one waiting.


    The door pings open, drawing my attention. Turning around, I step onto the elevator, not staring at the


    other three people inside because it would show my impatience and I love my job.


    Not causing any waves is part of the job.


    ¡°Floor?¡±


    ¡°Top for me.¡±


    The man presses the button, and away we go.


    Lifting my head up, I gasp as I see him. His blue eyes are staring right back at me. The man that I sold


    my virginity to. The man I wasn¡¯t going to see ever again is standing in the elevator with me.


    My cheeks heat as my heart races. Holding onto the files with a death grip, I try, and probably fail, to


    look calm and collected.


    This is a nightmare.


    Malcolm didn¡¯t tell me what to do if I was ever toe face to face with the man.


    Please move. Please move. I need to get out of here.


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    My palms are sweaty.


    The elevator stops three floors from where I need to be.


    The doors open, and as I¡¯m about to step out to make my escape, he catches my arm, stopping me. No


    one looks back as I¡¯m trapped.


    There is no way I could scream or draw attention to myself.


    This job pays well. It would allow me to make a damn good life for me and my sister. Ruining all of that


    by screaming about a potential client wouldn¡¯t allow that.


    ¡°You don¡¯t need to run off.¡±


    His grip tightens around my arm, pulling me back.


    In the next second, he reaches out, pressing the stop button, and we stop still.


    I watch as he goes to the panel of the elevator and suddenly flicks a button.


    Being in small, confined spaces is a real problem for me. A few seconds as I go from one floor to


    another is fine, but right now I¡¯m panicking.


    He turns back toward me, and I keep hold of the files.


    ¡°Now isn¡¯t this a surprise? What are you doing here?¡± he asks.


    ¡°I work here.¡±


    His gaze looks at the files then back at me. His eyes seem to narrow as he stares at my hair.


    Shit, suddenly getting it cut doesn¡¯t seem like a good idea.


    ¡°Since when?¡±


    ¡°Since when, what?¡±


    ¡°How long have you worked here?¡±


    ¡°A month. I¡¯m part of the college dropout program.¡± I hate saying that. It¡¯s like admitting failure.


    ¡°You¡¯ve been here a month?¡±


    I nod.


    ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t have to tell you that.¡±


    It was the wrong thing to say as he advances toward me. Still keeping hold of my files, I stare right


    back at him. His hands move out to trap me in the corner of the elevator. We¡¯ve stopped, and I¡¯m


    guessing he¡¯s turned the security camera off, so no one knows I¡¯m here.


    Tilting my head back to look at him, I wait.


    His lips are pressed into a smirk.


    ¡°My name, angel, is Chase Dunce.¡± He pauses, clearly giving me a few seconds to realize that he¡¯s the


    boss. ¡°Yeah, I see. Now, tell me your name.¡±

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    ¡°I don¡¯t like this.¡±


    ¡°We¡¯re not at Cherry anymore. There¡¯s nothing for you to like or hate. Just tell me your name.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s Faye Carter.¡±


    ¡°Pleasure to meet you, Faye.¡±


    His gaze moves down my body, and I hate that I respond. I like him looking at me as if he wants to eat


    me.


    ¡°I can¡¯t believe it has been six months since Ist saw you. When you left me without a backward


    nce.¡±


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    ¡°I really need to get to work.¡±


    Suddenly, this job doesn¡¯t exactly look like a good idea.


    He doesn¡¯t move.


    His gaze still on me. Waiting.


    My pussy is slick.


    The scent of his cologne is turning me on; that and the closeness. He¡¯s got that alpha caveman thing


    going on right now.


    He¡¯s so much taller than I am.


    It¡¯s almost surreal that we¡¯ve been naked together, screwing. That he was my first.


    I¡¯ve not been with any other man, so right now, he¡¯s still my only one and boy, did he make it hard for


    me to even think of getting someone topare him to.


    His cell phone rings, breaking the spell.


    He doesn¡¯t step back as he answers the call though. I watch him click a button and ce the cell


    against his ear.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    I can¡¯t make out the conversation, but he shakes his head.


    ¡°It¡¯s all fine. No need to panic.¡± He listens a few minutes and then pockets his cell phone.


    Both of his hands go back to the wall on either side of my head, trapping me.


    ¡°This is new,¡± he says. He takes a lock of my hair. It¡¯s short, to my neck and feathered. I like the look.


    Suddenly, his fingers are gripping my hair, very much like the way he did back at Cherry. The action


    takes me by surprise, and I drop the damn files I¡¯ve been holding onto.


    His lips are so close and the action has caused me to press my body against his. Grabbing onto his


    shoulders for support I cry out as his lips suck on my pulse, kissing up to my mouth.


    The kiss he gives me is hard. He tightens his grip in my hair, making me cry out as he attacks my


    mouth, ravishing me.


    It feels so good.


    It shouldn¡¯t feel like this, but the instant hit of arousal floods my panties as he presses me against the


    wall. His other hand goes to my hip, locking me in ce, and there¡¯s nowhere to go.


    His tongue plunges inside my mouth, and I taste the coffee on his breath.


    This is so wrong.


    He¡¯s the boss.


    I¡¯m a mere employee.


    This is bad. So very bad.


    Finally, getting some sanity and maybe a backbone, I don¡¯t know which, I grip his shoulders and pull


    away.


    ¡°We can¡¯t do this.¡±


    ¡°Why the fuck not?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re the boss.¡±


    ¡°And as the boss, I can do whatever I want, and I want you.¡±


    Putting my hands on his chest, I shake my head. ¡°I need this job.¡±


    ¡°That money I paid wasn¡¯t enough for you? You need more? What will it take?¡±


    Like a switch, I turn cold.


    Jerking back out of his touch, I sink to the floor and quickly start picking up the damn files. ¡°Could you


    please turn the elevator back on? I need to work.¡±


    ¡°Faye?¡±


    ¡°Please, I need this job.¡± I want this job. Hard work isn¡¯t something I¡¯ve ever shied away from.


    This job, even knowing he¡¯s here, I love it. It is filled with challenges and rewards, and everything I love.


    This man, who¡¯s just managed to wound me deeply with a few choice words, isn¡¯t going to change that.


    Unless he has a cause to fire me and I am not going to let that happen.


    ¡°Angel.¡±


    ¡°Look, I want to keep this job, okay? I don¡¯t want to do this with you. You had what you paid for, and


    can we just leave it at that?¡±


    Seconds pass, maybe even minutes, before he finally relents. As I pick up thest of the files and


    stand, I feel tears glisten in my eyes. I fight them back.


    Crying isn¡¯t going to help.


    In a few cutting words, he¡¯d taken a night that I¡¯d loved and turned it into something ugly.


    I am going to have to look for another job.


    No doubt about it.


    There¡¯s no way in hell I¡¯ll work for him now.


    Stepping off the elevator together, I am very much aware I am following him. That¡¯s because these files


    are for him.


    As he enters his office and I step through, I don¡¯t linger as I ce the files on his desk. Even as he calls


    my name, I just want to get out of there. Instead, I stop and nce back at him.


    ¡°This isn¡¯t over,¡± he says.


    With that, I leave. I can¡¯t stay, and I need to go to the bathroom to try topose myself.


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    One month she¡¯s been in my building.


    One month where I could have had her.


    It¡¯s almost too good to believe.


    I demand her information through HR and wait as they find her file and send it to me. The files she was


    holding are on my desk for me to go through.

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    Faye.


    The angel with the tempting body and tight cunt finally has a name, and it¡¯s a pretty one. I¡¯d tried to find


    her. Even gone so far as to try to use an artist to listen to me so I could sketch her.


    Of course, it didn¡¯t help.


    She fucking fired my blood, and I couldn¡¯t get enough of her.


    I need her more than I need my next breath.


    Tapping my fingers on the counter, I recall the way her lips felt around my stiff cock. I¡¯ve not been with


    another woman since, and fuck me, I want her. Seeing her step onto the damn elevator, I thought she


    was a fantasy, that I¡¯d been hallucinating. She¡¯d been so real.


    The moment she caught sight of me, I knew.


    She tried to escape, and there was no way I¡¯d let that happen. She¡¯d already escaped once, and


    there¡¯s no way she was doing it twice. Her soft body, her scent, it drove me crazy.


    Six months it had been.


    I wonder if she¡¯s been with many men since then?


    My inbox finally beeps that I have an email, and I quickly open it, reading through all the details.


    Twenty years old.


    Fuck me, she¡¯s young.


    Younger than I thought she would be. I¡¯m fifteen years older than she is. Sitting back, I don¡¯t like that


    feeling. I¡¯ve never been a man who cared about an age gap, but this, knowing she sold her virginity, I


    need to know more.


    Not only that, she¡¯s the sole guardian of her younger sister. I read through the details of why she


    dropped out of college and the few pieces of information, but it¡¯s not enough.


    Copying the details into a new message, I pull up the private investigator¡¯s email address and send him


    a list of what I want.


    One good thing about having a lot of wealth is information is so easily purchased.


    With that in mind, I go through the list of files that have made it to my desk. Most of them are contracts


    that I¡¯m already aware of. When Faye spilled them on the floor, she messed them up, so halfway


    through I get the note Emily ced on the top of what they were. She is from my contract division of my


    company who deals with the hiring of several clients but also dealing with outsourcing what we can¡¯t


    do. I run a business with many avenues. It¡¯s how I¡¯ve been able to make it on top and stay on top.


    After getting halfway through the pile, I lean back to stretch and to get rid of the crick my neck. Leaning


    over a desk all day is not what I was made to do. Being in the boardroom, negotiating, making people


    work hard to be part of mypany, that¡¯s what I crave.


    Desk work has never appealed.


    To be one, I have to handle the other.


    ncing around the office, I see a few of my closest staff. They are the main managers of each


    department, where their staff reports to, and they are all busy.


    My PA quit a few months ago, and so far I¡¯ve been able to handle everything. I¡¯ve only met ipetent


    PAs.


    Seeing Faye got me thinking.


    I¡¯ve never been a believer in office romance. I don¡¯t allow it.


    When someone gets romantically involved and that rtionship ends in disaster, mypany always


    ends up suffering from the fallout. Not to mention the drama. The only problem is Faye didn¡¯t start out


    as being just another woman in a long line of them.


    She is the only woman I¡¯ve been able to think about for the past six months. I¡¯ve been on a couple of


    dates, but none of them appealed. I didn¡¯t even kiss them good night. My dick stayedpletely still,


    but one elevator ride with a little ex-virgin, and it¡¯s like he has a mind of his own.


    Tapping my fingers on the desk, my impatience grows as I wait for the PI to get back to me. The reason


    I went to him was because he promised to have results within an hour or at least give notice that it was


    taking longer than needed to get the information.


    This isn¡¯t good.


    Finally, after what seems an eternity, my cell phone rings. I don¡¯t recognize the number.


    ¡°What do you have for me, and why are you calling me?¡±


    ¡°My findings have turned up some interesting details, but I¡¯m not sure you¡¯d like them in email.¡±


    ¡°What do you have?¡±


    ¡°A Miss Faye Carter, twenty years of age, became the sole guardian of her sister nearly a year ago.


    During that same time, their stepfather was arrested for the rape and sexual abuse of a Kerry Carter.¡±


    I sit back, shocked.


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    ¡°What the fuck?¡±


    ¡°Kerry Carter was sick in the hospital. She had depression andplications. Those details I¡¯ve not


    looked into. The files are closed. I will have to go deeper for why they¡¯ve been kept secret, but seeing


    as she¡¯s a minor and not who you originally asked me to look into, I waited to confirm with you first.¡±

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    I didn¡¯t need a math genius to figure everything else out. Faye had sold her virginity for her sister.


    ¡°Was she flunking in college?¡±


    ¡°No. Her grades were impable. She needed to work, and a college schrship didn¡¯t pay the bills.¡±


    No, I did.


    ¡°Do you want me to keep on digging?¡±


    ¡°Yes, find out everything you can about her. I want it brought to me. No more phone calls.¡±


    Hanging up, I stare at my desk.


    She¡¯d done what she could for her sister, I just knew it. From the picture I saw of her six months ago at


    Cherry, I¡¯d known there was a reason for it, I just didn¡¯t know exactly what. Now I do.


    All this time, she¡¯s been closer than I thought. Right here. Right under my nose. I need her closer


    though.


    ncing around the office, I see my employees with their PAs, all of them working hard to make my


    company the best it can be. This is one of the reasons I go after college graduates as well as dropouts.


    I¡¯m a college dropout. Never received my degree.


    Authority isn¡¯t something I follow.


    This is my life.


    Every single part of me is within these walls.


    I¡¯ve sweated, bled, and done everything for this ce and to be the man I am now.


    Running a hand down my face, I look back at her picture. This one is much like the one back at Cherry.


    Only there is something more.


    She still holds that air of innocence around her.


    I want to get to know her. This shouldn¡¯t be happening, but I couldn¡¯t get Malcolm¡¯s words out of my


    head. He¡¯d denied me at every single turn.


    I¡¯d even refused to go back to Cherry, even though I know Dean, my best friend, went there every


    single month to see what pussy was on offer.


    There has to be a way to get Faye closer to me.


    Her resume noted that she¡¯d been a waitress, worked in a coffee shop and bakery, and also worked at


    a local theater collecting tickets. Her degree program had been in business.


    The notes made on her employment portfolio were exemry, the best I¡¯d ever seen.


    I¡¯m the boss.


    It¡¯s simple.


    I¡¯ll have her work for me.


    I make the relevant calls. Tomorrow morning when Faye reports for work, she¡¯ll being to see me to


    start work. She¡¯ll be working closely and I¡¯d finally get to have her all to myself, which is what I¡¯ve been


    wanting.


    Feeling smug, I finish up the day in the office, and once everyone has left, I¡¯m thest one to go.


    It¡¯s what I do. First one in,st one out.


    Leaving the office, I head to the underground parking. No one is around, and I take my time getting to


    my car.


    With the information I now have, I know where she lives. I printed off a copy of her employment record,


    which includes her apartment address.


    Thest thing I should be doing is typing those digits into my GPS, but I do it anyway.


    Pulling out of the parking lot, I pass the security gates and head in the direction my littleputerdy


    tells me. Pulling up across the street, I see Faye. Turning off my headlights, I see she¡¯s walking with a


    young girl. The girl doesn¡¯t look any older than fourteen.


    Faye though, she captures me.


    Her hair is way too short, but at least I know I could get a good handful if I wanted to. She¡¯s chatting


    animatedly with the other girl. My PI¡¯s informationes back to haunt me as I look at the two.


    That young girl must be her sister.


    Even across the street, I see how sad she looks. Every now and then Faye will say something to put a


    smile on her face.


    This is fucking wrong. That son of a bitch ruined that young girl, and in the process he sent Faye into


    my arms.


    Not that I have a problem. If any other man had taken her though¡ªI don¡¯t like the thought and instantly


    nip it in the bud.


    I don¡¯t want to think of her with anyone else.


    That soft body would feel so good.


    She doesn¡¯t look my way but makes Kerry walk ahead of her up the steps leading to the building.


    There¡¯s security there, and she makes sure her sister is protected before letting herself inside.


    I need to know more.


    I have to be around her.


    No matter what happens, one time wasn¡¯t enough. I imed her virginity, and it had given me a mere


    taste.


    Now it¡¯s time for me to take all of her.


    And I am going to have a lot of fun while doing it.


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    Faye


    ¡°What do you mean I¡¯m on the top floor? I thought I had to start at the bottom and work my way up?¡± I


    look toward Emily, who was working between two desks. Karen, one of the other women who worked


    with the program I came from, isn¡¯t in.

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    Emily looks frazzled. She is usually calm and happy to discuss.


    ¡°Look, the boss wants what he wants. He needs an assistant, and he¡¯s asked for you. You¡¯ve been


    highly rmended with the work you¡¯ve done here already. It won¡¯t be hard. You¡¯ll need to fetch him


    coffee, write up reports, take notes. He¡¯ll talk you through everything you need to know. Just stop


    panicking and stop thinking.¡± Emily winks at me.


    This isn¡¯t helping to calm my already frayed nerves.


    Sleep hadn¡¯t been kind to mest night. I¡¯d tossed and turned until all hours. Then Kerry had a bad


    dream again, and it fills me with so much anger it always keeps me up. I¡¯ve not got any barriers up right


    now. I need to be able to control myself to deal with the boss.


    The man I¡¯d slept with.


    The man I haven¡¯t been able to stop thinking about when I¡¯ve got two minutes to myself.


    Taking the paperwork that Chase Dunce needs, I¡¯ve got no other excuses and even hinting at a sick


    day wouldn¡¯t do. She¡¯d start asking questions.


    Thest thing I need is for someone to think I¡¯m sleeping with the boss.


    I have slept with the boss.


    This is a nightmare.


    Aplete and total nightmare.


    Leaving Emily¡¯s office, I head to the elevator. Remembering what happened yesterday, I immediately


    veer off and go to the stairs. At least twelve flights, but that¡¯s okay. Exhaustion at the end of the shift


    would be a wee reprieve.


    Making my way up each step, I hold onto the railing and count as I go.


    ¡°One, two, three, four five, six, seven.¡±


    I turn a corner, take another couple of steps, and repeat.


    ¡°One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.¡±


    I don¡¯t want to think about his hands on me. The way he¡¯d held me down as he mmed his cock so


    deep that it tore through my virgin body. Even with the pain, that pulse of arousal had been so strong,


    and I¡¯d not wanted him to stop.


    That night had been everything I wanted it to be and so much more. Feeling him in my mouth, his


    hands all over my body, making me ache with arousal.


    Before I know it, I¡¯m at the top floor, only I¡¯m not out of breath. I am highly aroused. My nipples are


    tight, pressing against the front of my blouse.


    That¡¯s what I wore to work, a white blouse and knee-length ck skirt. They were the cheapest clothes


    I could afford at the time. The money I had to spare was going for Kerry¡¯s college education as well as


    the counseling sessions she was getting.


    She doesn¡¯t like to admit they are working, but clearly they are. Last night she actually smiled at me. It


    was a real smile as well, not just one to make me feel better.


    I just want what¡¯s best for her.


    It¡¯s why I sold myself for money.


    When I enter the main floor, the noise is quite deafening there¡¯s so much activity. No one pays any


    attention to me, but I see Chase. He¡¯s waiting. He leans against the doorframe, hand in front of him,


    looking at his watch.


    I¡¯m notte.


    I¡¯m neverte.


    Closing the distance between us, I stop just in front of him.


    ¡°Emily wanted me to give you these.¡± I hold out the files, and he smiles.


    ¡°Good. I take it you¡¯ve been given an update.¡±


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    ¡°Yes. I¡¯m to report to you.¡±


    ¡°Good.¡±


    ¡°Why do you want me?¡±


    He smiles again, that smile that seems to take my breath away. I remember him doing that a lot when


    we were together. The smile that promised something wicked.


    Six months it¡¯s been since he¡¯dst touched me, and I want him again.


    So much time has passed.


    I¡¯ve not been with anyone else.


    The money I used to pay for everything always felt dirty to me.


    ¡°Let¡¯s start with you making me coffee. ck, no sugar, and I¡¯ll get you set up for what you¡¯re doing


    today.¡±


    ¡°Where¡¯s the coffee machine?¡±


    ¡°In the corner. I¡¯m sure you can find it.¡±


    I hate this but head over to the coffee station. I see a cup that has the word BOSS printed right on it.


    Grabbing the cup, I stand at the coffee machine, pouring out a cup full of dark liquid. It doesn¡¯t smell


    nice to begin with.


    With his coffee in hand, I make my way back to his office.


    ¡°Close the door,¡± he says.


    What should I do?


    What can I do?


    I mean, I¡¯ve got to close the door, locking me inside a room with him.


    Biting my lip to keep myself from ruining this opportunity, I put the coffee on the desk and stand,


    waiting.


    ¡°Take a seat.¡±


    Pushing my skirt beneath me, I sit on the chair opposite him.


    Keeping my legs closed, I watch him. He¡¯s looking through the files Emily sent up. One of his hands


    goes to his head, and he rubs a spot. His dark hair looks a little longer than I remember.

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    He¡¯s not had it cut, and it makes me want to run my fingers through the thick locks. This is bad news.


    Fantasizing about the boss is a huge no-no.


    Sitting back, I wait to see what he wants. His office is huge. His desk is in front of arge window that


    spills light into the room. Some of the blinds are partially down, but for the most part, the view of the city


    is stunning.


    On the left-hand side of his office is a sofa with arge coffee table. It looksfortable, cozy. He


    clearly spends a lot of time here.


    On the right-hand side, the wall is covered with books. I can¡¯t make out any of the titles, but that¡¯s okay.


    sping my hands together, I return my attention to him.


    He¡¯s been watching me.


    ¡°You have a nice office,¡± I say. What else am I supposed to say? This is so confusing. I wish Malcolm


    had warned me about this. He¡¯d assured all of us that we wouldn¡¯t have to meet the men who paid for


    us.


    One night.


    No consequences.


    Clearly, he hadn¡¯t thought about what would happen when one of us went for a job, and why should


    he? My service to him, and his to me, was over.


    Tucking some hair behind my ears, I wait for instructions.


    ¡°I don¡¯t like that you cut your hair.¡±


    I cut it so I wouldn¡¯t be reminded of all the times he¡¯d gripped my hair as he rode my body. Instead of


    saying that, I wait patiently for whatever else he¡¯s going to say.


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    ¡°You were in the process of gaining your business degree?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°Would you go back to college if you could?¡±


    I think about Kerry and know it¡¯s not an option for me.


    ¡°It¡¯s not something I¡¯m looking to continue. I need to work, and not everyone needs a degree to make a


    career.¡±


    ¡°You have no ns to start a family?¡±


    ¡°None.¡±


    ¡°Any boyfriend waiting for you at home?¡±


    Is it relevant to know this? It seems a little personal to me.


    Shaking my head, I look down at my clenched hands. This is all so embarrassing.


    ¡°No?¡±


    ¡°No.¡±


    ¡°Are you dating?¡± he asks.


    ¡°Why is this relevant?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s not.¡±


    ¡°Then why ask it?¡±


    ¡°Because I want to know, seeing as you walked out on me.¡±


    Staring at him, what do I say? ¡°Our time was up.¡±


    ¡°Really?¡±


    ¡°Yes. You were asleep.¡±


    ¡°So, you sneaked out of bed so you didn¡¯t have to face me in the morning. Were you worried that I¡¯d


    want to know your name?¡±


    ¡°It wasn¡¯t part of the agreement,¡± I say. ¡°None of it was. One night, and in the morning we could go our


    separate ways. That¡¯s what I did. Why do you keep bringing this up?¡±


    He stares at me for the longest time.


    I feel torn open.


    The past year has felt more like a nightmare than I want to realize. Everything had changed, and all


    that remains is a state of fear.


    I¡¯ve been afraid for so long. Even that night I gave myself to him, I was scared, but the moment he


    touched me, everything became so very clear. Since we parted, life has been going on. One day into


    another, waiting for something to happen.


    Yesterday in the elevator, it was like I finally woke up.


    ¡°I need you to make some notes for me on a couple of phone calls I¡¯m about to make. Be clear, as that


    will decide what you do next.¡±


    For the next hour, I listen to him as he talks business. I watch as he paces the office holding a tennis


    ball, which he throws up in the air and catches with precision. He doesn¡¯t miss any catches. All the


    time, I make notes. When he nods in my direction, I make sure to write it down so that nothing is


    wrong.


    Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the conversation ceases. My next orders are to return the files


    back to Emily, to get him some coffee, and to hurry up.


    Each of his demands always includes for me to hurry up. To not take my time. To keep moving.


    The day is long and hard. By the time it nears five o¡¯clock, I¡¯m exhausted. I¡¯ll need to leave soon to be


    ready to collect Kerry. I have to use public transportation, and it¡¯s never reliable. Besides that, I¡¯m


    hoping for any excuse to leave.


    My sister, however, has a meeting with the counselor. Her session will run until eight. The doctor she


    spoke to was happy to amodate her need for privacy. She doesn¡¯t like going ces during the


    day.


    By seven o¡¯clock, I have to leave.


    No one else is on the floor, but Chase is still working.


    Nerves flood me as I walked up to the door. I knocked lightly so as not to disturb him even though I


    want his attention.


    He¡¯s pulled the blinds closed, and his office is now in darkness apart from a singrmp on his desk.

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    ¡°Sir, I was wondering if I could leave.¡± I¡¯ve been toying with what to call him all day. Sir, Mr. Dunce,


    asshole¡ªthe list is endless. ¡°Sir¡± seems more respectful to me, or at least I thought it did.


    He lifts up his head.


    For several seconds he doesn¡¯t say a word.


    I watch as he stands up and walks around the front of his desk. He keeps on looking at me.


    ¡°Come here.¡±


    It was very much the same instruction he gave me in that room.


    Stepping into his office, I stand a few feet away from him.


    ¡°Closer.¡±


    Going right up to him, I gasp as he grips the back of my neck, drawing my body close to him.


    I¡¯m flush against him, his cock pressing against my hip. He¡¯s rock-hard, and there¡¯s no denying what he


    wants. He wants me.


    When he ms his lips down on mine, I moan. Gripping thepels of his jacket, I hold on as his kiss


    turns hard, almost violent as he nips at my lips. That kiss has the power to destroy me.


    Moisture floods my panties as my arousal grows. I want him.


    I don¡¯t want him to stop.


    He keeps hold of my neck as his other hand holds the cheek of my ass. Thest time we were


    together, he left bruises on my flesh. Each time I looked in the mirror, the marks were a sign of what we


    did together.


    As he takes the kiss, I run my hands up his chest to wrap around his neck. This shouldn¡¯t be


    happening.


    We¡¯re not back in that room.


    We¡¯re alone in his office.


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    He breaks from the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck.


    ¡°I bet you¡¯re wet for me right now, aren¡¯t you? So horny, so ready to be fucked. Have you had any men


    since me?¡±


    ¡°No.¡±


    ¡°So that tight cunt is still new at taking a cock.¡±


    I whimper. ¡°This is wrong.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s only wrong if you don¡¯t want it.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s againstpany policy.¡± I don¡¯t know how I can be thinking aboutpany policy right now, but


    yay to me for remembering.


    He chuckled. ¡°I¡¯m the boss. I can write any rule I want to suit my needs. This is why I¡¯m going to keep


    bringing it up. You want me, Faye. Your nipples are so fucking hard right now, I bet they¡¯d be so


    beautiful if I take them in my mouth.¡±


    Just when he leans down, my cell phone lets off an rm to remind me I need to pick up Kerry.


    I want this. That¡¯s what makes it so bad. I want him and his mouth even if it could cost me my job.


    ¡°I¡¯ve got to go pick up my sister.¡±


    ¡°Where is she thiste?¡±


    ¡°She has an appointment.¡± My sister¡¯s business is her own private affair. There¡¯s no way I¡¯m talking


    about it with him.


    ¡°Lucky for you, I¡¯m more than happy to help. Let¡¯s go pick her up.¡±


    He isn¡¯t going to take no for an answer, and with that kiss, I¡¯d wasted time. I need a ride. I only hope


    Kerry won¡¯t freak out.


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    I have the worst case of blue balls I¡¯ve ever had. This woman, she¡¯s like a fucking addiction. The best


    kind of whiskey that money could buy. She sits in the passenger seat, looking like I¡¯m going to ravish


    her any minute.


    She isn¡¯t far wrong. If her cell phone hadn¡¯t interrupted, those tits would have been on full disy for


    my lips. Six months away from her was too fucking long. If she thinks I am going to back down from


    this, she¡¯s in for a rude awakening.


    Parking outside the building that specializes in counseling for minors, I keep the car running. It is clear


    to me Faye doesn¡¯t want to talk about her sister, so I¡¯ve not pushed the issue. Why push something like


    that? She¡¯ll tell me when she¡¯s ready; I¡¯m not going to do that kind of shit.


    Watching her all day was hard. All I wanted to do was fuck her, to take her. To find out everything about


    her. To know what makes her tick. She rarely smiles. I notice she is always helpful. She not only made


    me a cup of coffee, but coffee for the entire floor.


    I noticed a couple of men watching her. I¡¯ll keep an eye on them. They are married, but a ring doesn¡¯t


    count for anything nowadays.


    Kerry is theplete opposite of Faye.


    She has blonde hair, which is pulled up on top of her head. She wearsrge clothing that is twice her


    size.


    ¡°If you want to walk, I don¡¯t mind.¡±


    ¡°Faye, it¡¯ste. I don¡¯t mind getting a ride home. He¡¯s your boss?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°Cool.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s not like that.¡±


    ¡°I didn¡¯t think it was like anything.¡±


    Faye opens the car door, and Kerry slides inside. She stays huddled in the corner of the car but gives


    her sister enough room to close the door.


    ¡°Hey.¡±


    ¡°Pleasure to meet you.¡±


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    No music sounds, and I wonder if she¡¯s even listening to anything.


    Faye climbs inside and tells me her address.


    Again, I don¡¯t say anything.


    Silence fills the car.


    ¡°I¡¯m hungry,¡± Kerry says. Her voice is small as it carries from the back of the car.


    ¡°I can pull over for some takeout. There¡¯s plenty of drive-thru ces if you don¡¯t want to eat inside.¡±


    Anything to keep Faye near me longer.


    ¡°I¡¯m covered. I made dinner.¡±


    ¡°You did meatballs in the crockpot?¡± Kerry asks.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°Awesome. Are you inviting your boss in?¡±


    I see her clench her hand into a fist, and I smirk.


    ¡°I¡¯m sure he¡¯s busy.¡±


    ¡°I happen to love meatballs.¡± It¡¯s not a lie. I¡¯ve not had them in a long time. Meatballs are not exactly on


    the restaurant menu.


    ¡°Would you like to have dinner with us?¡±


    ¡°Sure.¡±


    Any excuse to prolong my time with her as far as I¡¯m concerned.


    ¡°How was school?¡± Faye asks.


    ¡°Good. We¡¯re learning about boring English. Like I care what some dumbasses have in books.¡±


    Faye rubs at her head, looking sad. ¡°You used to love school before.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, well, things change. I¡¯m listening to music now.¡±


    I know what is going on.


    I know everything, and yet I have to remain silent or give away the fact I know.


    Faye doesn¡¯t say anything for the entire drive back to the apartment. There is always a space near her


    ce, and I park in it once again. Kerry doesn¡¯t linger. She rushes across the street.


    The seemingly happy girl I sawst night is long gone.


    Faye rushes to follow her, and I keep up with her strides. It¡¯s clear there is more to this woman. She still


    makes sure the door is closed and doesn¡¯t take the elevator. Walking upstairs, she pauses outside her


    apartment.


    ¡°You don¡¯t have toe inside if you don¡¯t want to. Kerry won¡¯t eat with me.¡±


    ¡°Howe?¡±


    ¡°She¡¯s in one of her moods, which means she¡¯ll be listening to her music. She¡¯ll eat food, just in her


    bedroom.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ve still got to eat.¡±


    She nods, letting us both in her apartment. Again, I notice how she locks the door. There were six that I


    counted, each with a heavy bolt.


    The apartment¡¯s small.


    It¡¯s in a nice part of town, so she clearly went without extra space to be here.


    There is already an amazing smell filling the apartment. I walk with her to the kitchen. There¡¯s a small


    table that would only fit two people. Probably a good thing Kerry won¡¯t be eating with us.


    ¡°Take a seat. Do you want some tea, coffee, water?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll take a water.¡±


    She pours me a ss before I watch her go to the fridge. She pulls out a bowl, and I see the pasta is


    already pre-cooked. She has a small microwave, which she ces the pasta in. She pushes a couple


    of buttons, and I don¡¯t see what she¡¯s doing as she maniptes the slow cooker with the bubbling


    meatballs.


    Watching her though, fills me with a sense of calm and promise. She looks so right and sexy. Each time


    she bends down, I see the ridge of her thong. If I¡¯d known she was wearing them, I wouldn¡¯t have been


    able to show any kind of restraint. I want her.


    So much.


    My cock has already started to harden.


    Down, boy.


    Neither of us speaks, and it¡¯s not awkward either.


    The microwave beeps, and she¡¯s mixing the contents of one container into the other. With three tes


    in front of her, she serves up.


    She looks tired, and I feel a little guilty that I caused that. I¡¯d been sending her all over the building


    today without a thought. I like watching her walk. No support from a bra would ever stop those beauties


    from bouncing. Her ass is a temptation. I want it beneath me as I drive inside her. To cup the fleshy


    mounds and hear her moan once again.


    The moment I slid inside her silken cunt, I should have known there was no way I¡¯d be able to just have


    one taste.


    This woman is like a fine wine, to be cherished, desired, and to have time taken with her.


    Kerry appears the moment dinner is served and gives an excuse of needing toplete homework.


    We¡¯re alone again, and I¡¯m more than happy about it. Don¡¯t get me wrong, I¡¯m all for helping the next


    generation and all, but Faye and I, we¡¯ve got unfinished business.


    She holds two tes in her hands as shees toward the table. She puts one in front of me and then


    the other opposite before handing me a fork.


    Taking it, I scoop up a meatball and have a taste.


    The meat is tender and juicy, and full of vor.


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    Faye¡¯s swirling her food around the bowl, every now and then taking a bite.


    I don¡¯t like that she¡¯s not eating.


    ¡°You¡¯ve got to eat.¡±


    ¡°I am.¡± Her voice is so soft.


    ¡°You¡¯ve got to eat more.¡± I wait a few seconds to see if she¡¯s even heard me. She doesn¡¯t eat more,


    and it annoys me. I don¡¯t want her to be sick. ¡°Now.¡±

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    ¡°You¡¯re not the boss of me here or anywhere else.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m the boss of you at work, and I need to make sure my staff is taking care of themselves.¡±


    ¡°I know how to take care of myself.¡±


    ¡°Do you? Really? From where I¡¯m sitting, it looks like you¡¯re having a pity party.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t even think for a second you understand what is going on here. You don¡¯t have a clue. You


    shouldn¡¯t even be here.¡±


    ¡°Why?¡±


    ¡°It was one night. That was all it was supposed to be.¡±


    ¡°Well, guess what, sweetheart? That¡¯s not all it¡¯s going to be either.¡± I have another bite and watch her.


    ¡°Why are you doing this?¡±


    ¡°Why am I what?¡± I y along. She doesn¡¯t think I know what is going on here, but I do. I know so


    much, and if she even had a clue the extent of the background check I had on her, she¡¯s probably freak


    out.


    Nope, there¡¯s no probably about it.


    She wouldpletely freak out.


    And I would get it.


    ¡°Why are you making this soplicated? You got what you wanted.¡±


    Sitting back in my chair, I watch her. She thinks I got what I wanted. Not a chance. Not even close.


    ¡°You¡¯ve no idea what I¡¯ve got. Now, eat your food. You¡¯ll be no good to Kerry half-starved. Now, eat.¡±


    We stare at each other, and she doesn¡¯t make a move to put a single bite in her mouth. ¡°Do you want


    me toe over there, put you over my knee? I can if it¡¯ll get you to do what I want.¡± I¡¯m not really into


    BDSM, but just to have her curvy body over myp with my hand on her bottom, I¡¯m more than happy


    to oblige.


    She res at me, but starts to eat more food.


    Good to know.


    She doesn¡¯t like the thought of being spanked.


    Finishing my own food, I watch her.


    I don¡¯t like seeing her this way.


    Completely withdrawn.


    This isn¡¯t why I came to her home.


    Of course, I have my reasons foring here and not all of them are in order to help her. First, I want


    this barrier that has been erected between us toe down. Second, I want her to trust me. I¡¯m not


    going to run off and shout from the rooftops that she¡¯s struggling. She¡¯s twenty years old, dealing with a


    sister that is clearly in a bad ce. I get it. She needs help.


    Also, I want her again.


    Simple as that.


    I want her beneath me, above me, taking me deep in her pussy and to finish what we started six


    months ago.


    With the food finished, Kerry doesn¡¯te back out, and Faye doesn¡¯t make a move to go see her.


    After a silent coffee, I know it¡¯s time for me to leave.


    Finishing thest drops of the shitty coffee, I stand up.


    She jumps and quickly gets to her feet.


    ¡°I¡¯m going to head out. See me to the door.¡±


    Faye nods and walks ahead of me. I¡¯ve got no problem with that. I like to watch, and she is a sight to


    behold, curvy ass and all.


    With her gaze straight ahead, she doesn¡¯t see how close I get. Just as she¡¯s about to hit the door, I


    grab her arm and turn her so that she has no choice but to face me. Pressing her back against the


    door, I wrap my fingers around her neck, tilting her head back so she has to look at me.


    ¡°What are you doing?¡±


    ¡°Tell me you don¡¯t feel this.¡± I press my body against hers, rubbing my rock-hard cock on her stomach. I


    watch as she bites into her bottom lip. The action is so tempting and sexy I can¡¯t resist tasting.


    Kissing her lips, sliding my tongue against her mouth before plunging in, I hear her gasp followed by a


    moan.


    She¡¯s so fucking tempting.


    With my other hand, I cup her breast. They¡¯re so soft and she¡¯s not wearing a padded bra, so I can feel


    the hard bud of her nipple against my palm.


    Tweaking the nipple, I rub against her.


    I want inside her so badly I can taste it.


    ¡°Please,¡± she says, a little breathlessly.


    I can¡¯t help it. Deepening the kiss, I run a hand down her thigh to capture her knee. The skirt is too


    obstructive, so I lift it up to her waist and go back to lift her thigh up against mine. The movement puts


    my cock right near her sweet pussy, and damn, I want inside her.


    She will belong to me.


    I will own this body. It¡¯s just a matter of time.


    With every ounce of strength I can muster, I kiss her one final time and take a step back.


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    ¡°Tell me you¡¯re not wet right now. That you don¡¯t want me to take you to bed and fuck you so hard you


    can¡¯t think straight.¡± Keeping both hands on her face, I smile down at her. ¡°Because if you can, then I¡¯ll


    walk away and never bother you again. We both know that you want me. I¡¯ll see you tomorrow.¡±

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    With that, I move her out of the way of the door, open it, and leave.


    Chapter Nine


    Faye


    One weekter


    Working for Chase is not that difficult. He¡¯s demanding, of course, and also, always busy. That¡¯s what I


    notice during the first week of working for him. Not a moment goes by when someone doesn¡¯t want


    him, evente at night.


    He¡¯s taken it upon himself to drop me off at home after picking up Kerry. My sister always sits in the


    back listening to her music, leaving me to talk with Chase.


    In seven days, including the weekend, he¡¯s missed one dinner. That¡¯s it. Every other time, he¡¯s been


    avable.


    Kerry, like always, will skulk off to her room to do whatever it is she loves to do, while leaving me to


    deal with him.


    It¡¯s always the same.


    He sits at our small dining room table, I serve up, Kerry takes hers, and I eat with Chase. There¡¯s not


    much in the way of conversation.


    By the time I get home, I¡¯m exhausted. Chase likes to send me all around his building, chasing down


    contracts, making sure people call him with an update. He told me it¡¯s because people bezy


    until they see an actual, visible person.


    To be honest, I just think he¡¯s using me as he doesn¡¯t have the first clue what to do with me. It¡¯s clear a


    PA is not what that man needs. He¡¯spetent with his work. At lunch, I used to sit with the guys that


    had made it from the program. Only I got tired of hearing them tell me what a rare opportunity it was to


    work directly with Chase Dunce.


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    None of them know.


    They don¡¯t understand that I feel ufortable because the night I gave him my virginity was the night


    I can¡¯t forget.


    It was supposed to mean nothing. The reason I picked the less fairy tale option was so I didn¡¯t feel it,


    and I needed more of the money.


    Chase is making it impossible for me to forget it.


    The way he is always around.


    The touches.


    The teasing.


    Everything is driving me crazy. Every single night without fail, we¡¯ll make it to the door, and he presses


    me t against it, kissing me. Those touches drive me crazy for more.


    I don¡¯t want him to stop, and yet, each time, he does.


    Tonight though, if he decides to drop me off, he¡¯ll discover Kerry isn¡¯ting home. For one week,


    she¡¯s heading to the mountains with a group of troubled kids. She signed up for it without telling me,


    forging my signature, and even though I didn¡¯t want her to go, I couldn¡¯t stop her.


    She has to live her life.


    It didn¡¯t stop me from freaking out though every time I thought about it.


    What if she needs me?


    Owning a car hadn¡¯t been in my budget, and now I wish I¡¯d been able to ount for one.


    Running fingers through my hair, which has already started to grow out from the cut I got over a month


    ago, I feel the moment he enters the room.


    The copy machine is located at the back of the room, far away from everyone on the floor. They are all


    busy.


    Turning toward the door, I see Chase standing there.


    ¡°I won¡¯t be much longer.¡±


    Turning back to the ss window while I wait for the papers to print out, I watch his partial reflection as


    he steps into the room.


    My nipples tighten as he closes the door. In the next second, he¡¯s behind me, his hands on my hips.


    I don¡¯t tell him to stop even though I should.


    This is sexual harassment.


    He shouldn¡¯t be doing this.


    Is it really harassment if I want it, though? If I love the way he touches me, the attention he gives me?


    I¡¯m no longer Kerry¡¯s sister, the failure, the college dropout, the guardian, the earner. The responsible


    one.


    I¡¯m just me.


    Faye Carter.


    I keep forgetting who I am.


    He makes me remember.


    One of his hands curves around my stomach, moving down between my thighs.


    The machine covers most of my body.


    I don¡¯t say anything as he pulls the white blouse up, and there in the copy room he strokes my chest to


    cup my tit.


    ¡°One of them could see.¡±


    ¡°No, they couldn¡¯t. If you don¡¯t want me to do this, tell me to stop. Tell me you don¡¯t want my hands on


    you, Faye. That it¡¯s not what you want. I¡¯ll stop.¡±


    That¡¯s what I¡¯m afraid of.


    I don¡¯t want him to stop.


    Keeping my mouth closed, I hold in a gasp as he pulls the cup of my bra over my tit and his palm


    covers it, cupping my body.


    He¡¯s pulled the skirt up around my waist and covered my panties. I¡¯d forgone the thong this time, and


    as he rubs between my thighs, I try to hold in a whimper. It¡¯s impossible. When he teases beneath the


    edge of my panties and touches me, I close my eyes, feeling him touch my pussy.

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    His fingers stroke over my clit, but he doesn¡¯t linger. He slides down toward my entrance.


    When he pushes a finger inside me, I gasp. Reaching out to the machine, I hold onto it.


    ¡°You¡¯re as tight as I remember. Have you been with anyone else, Faye? I need to know.¡±


    My name from his lips sounds more like a caress. I love how he growls it. To me, it makes him sound


    so dominant and out of control all at the same time.


    ¡°No. There¡¯s been no one else.¡±


    ¡°Good. This pussy is mine. Your body belongs to me. I don¡¯t care what you think, I feel how wet you are


    for me. How much you want this and I want it too. Make arrangements for Kerry to stay at a friend¡¯s.


    Tonight, you¡¯re mine.¡±


    ¡°Kerry¡¯s on a school trip for the next week.¡±


    I open my eyes and stare at his reflection.


    ¡°Even better.¡± His hands leave my body, putting my clothes back into ce. ¡°Don¡¯t make me wait too


    long for those copies.¡± I watch, stunned, as he walks away. He¡¯s at the door when he stops and turns


    toward me. ¡°Don¡¯t y with yourself either.¡±


    He¡¯s gone within the next second.


    My body is bereft at the loss of his touch.


    I can¡¯t believe he¡¯s done that to me.


    Thest thing I wanted was for him to stop.


    Pressing my thighs together, I try to focus on the copy machine, waiting as each piece of paperes


    out.


    It¡¯s no good.


    All I can think about is his hands, his cock, his touch¡ªall of my thoughts are dominated by him, and he


    did it on purpose. This is what he¡¯s been intending to do.


    With all of the paperwork done, I return to his office, hoping to make him see reason.


    He¡¯s on the phone and of course he gives me the silent finger as he speaks. He holds his hands out for


    the paperwork and I¡¯m so tempted to shove it in his face, but I don¡¯t.


    Chase is still my boss.


    He pushes some envelopes my way, and that¡¯s my cue to leave. To let him finish his call.


    Like a child, I¡¯m sent off.


    Taking the letters, I make my way toward the elevator, but I don¡¯t want this job to finish anytime soon. I


    go for the stairs, needing a breakpletely. Holding onto the rail, I walk down, trying not to think


    about the pleasure rushing through my body or the feelings he inspires inside me.


    When I¡¯m with him, I find it hard to remember that I¡¯m not just me anymore. I have a responsibility to my


    sister, to take care of her. Failing her is not an option for me.


    Even as I try toe up with every single excuse I can think of as to why I should walk away, report


    him, or just find another position, there¡¯s no denying I want him. That¡¯s the main reason.


    I want Chase Dunce.


    The need started during our night together. After he¡¯d taken what he¡¯d paid for. The rest of the night,


    he¡¯d given me a chance to explore his body, to touch, taste, and tease him the way he wanted.


    It¡¯s why I can¡¯t walk away.


    This is more than just an affair now.


    I see it.


    We have unfinished business with each other.


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    What¡¯s more, for an entirely selfish reason, I want him to myself. It¡¯s why I won¡¯t walk away. Why I


    refuse to leave or to do the right thing.


    I¡¯ve been doing the right thing for what feels like an eternity. Would it be so bad to make the wrong


    decisions? The only person who¡¯s at risk of getting hurt is me. I¡¯m the one that will have a broken heart.


    This has to be the craziest thing I¡¯d ever considered doing, and yet it feels so right.


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    Chase


    The good thing about having a PI, I know everything before anyone else does. Yep, I knew Kerry was


    going on her trip three days ago. I also knew Faye didn¡¯t have a clue about it. She¡¯d been oblivious to


    her sister¡¯s impending trip. If she even had a clue, I imagine she¡¯d have done what she could to stop


    her sister from going.


    Still, as I watch thest member of my staff leave my office for the night, I perch on the edge of my


    desk while I wait for Faye to arrive.


    Letting her go at the copy machine had been sheer torture. I¡¯d wanted to keep on teasing her, ying


    with her body, and showing her all that she¡¯d been missing.


    Instead, I backed away, giving her the space she needs, even if it¡¯s thest thing I need.


    I¡¯m tired of waiting, tired of watching her, wanting her.


    One night wasn¡¯t enough.


    We both know it, and she¡¯s fighting it.


    I felt her response to me today, and she couldn¡¯t hide it.


    Her pussy was still so tight and untouched and coated my fingers with her slick juices. Her nipples were


    rock-hard pebbles against my palm. The need was so great within her that I could taste it.

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    She isn¡¯t going to have to wait anymore.


    I figure for the past year she¡¯s been up to her eyeballs in responsibility, in having to deal with her sister,


    stepfather, the lot. So, tonight, I¡¯m taking it all away.


    I hear the elevator beep and watch as she steps off, her hips swaying with every step that she takes.


    When she pauses at the edge of the room, she takes in how alone we are. Arms folded, I wait.


    ¡°I got the document you wanted,¡± Faye says,ing into the room.


    ¡°Good.¡±


    She doesn¡¯t make a move, and I watch her. She holds onto the envelope.


    Silence fills the space between us.


    ¡°Take off your clothes.¡±


    ¡°Chase.¡±


    ¡°That night¡ªconsider every single time we¡¯re alone, the same rules apply. I won¡¯t take no for an


    answer. You want this. I can see it in your eyes, but you want to fight these feelings and you know


    what? That¡¯s okay. I can handle that. But I won¡¯t have you push me away because you don¡¯t think this


    is appropriate.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s not.¡±


    ¡°Why?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re my boss.¡±


    ¡°Six months ago, I was the answer to all of your prayers.¡± I stand up and take a step toward her.


    She doesn¡¯t back away. With the next step I take, she stays firmly in her spot.


    ¡°Do you think I had to pay a hundred thousand bucks for you? No. I did it because I wanted to.¡±


    Another step. I¡¯m nearly in front of her when she finally takes a step back. Only she¡¯s not out of the


    door. She¡¯s pressed up against the wall.


    mming my hands on either side of her head, I trap her.


    ¡°It was one night.¡±


    ¡°And I¡¯m calling in an extension.¡±


    She¡¯s fighting me again. She¡¯s fighting this, and I won¡¯t have that.


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    So, it¡¯s time for me to pull out the big guns. ¡°Let¡¯s get something straight, either you give me what I


    want, or I make sure Kerry gets taken away from you.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re holding on by a thread. You can¡¯t even make a decision right now as to what you want. That girl


    runs rings around you, ying on your guilt.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t know anything about me.¡±


    ¡°For the past week I¡¯ve seen it. She doesn¡¯t exactly hide it, and you don¡¯t hide your guilt either.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re going to ckmail me.¡±


    ¡°I had no intention of doing it this way, but you¡¯ve left me no choice. You want to keep on hiding and


    fight this, go ahead. I don¡¯t mind. Push me and see what happens.¡± I have absolutely no intention of


    reporting her or of having Kerry taken from her. That girl does run rings around Faye and uses her guilt


    of what happened to keep her in her ce. That, I don¡¯t agree with.


    This guilt Faye has, it¡¯s misced. I know everything. How she¡¯d been in college when she discovered


    the extent of the abuse. The death of her mother. The stepfather. All of it.


    I¡¯m not about to tell her that though.


    ¡°What do you want?¡± she asks.


    There¡¯s fire in her eyes.


    ¡°It¡¯s simple.¡±


    ¡°Just tell me what you want, Chase.¡±


    I smile. That¡¯s right, baby, give me that fire.


    ¡°I want you.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m right here.¡±


    ¡°Take off your clothes.¡±


    I step back and close the door, flicking the lock. I don¡¯t mind chasing after her, but thest thing I want


    is for her to run from me.


    Her nipples are rock-hard, pressing against her shirt, and it makes me wonder if all this time she¡¯s


    needed someone to take control. To make the decisions for her.


    I¡¯m not going to hurt her.


    What I¡¯m going to do is take care of her the best way I know how.


    ¡°Someone might see.¡±


    ¡°Everyone is home, and you¡¯re not needed there. It¡¯s just you and me. Take them off.¡±


    ¡°What is all this going to mean?¡± she asks. ¡°I don¡¯t ¡­ what exactly is it you want? I can¡¯t do anything


    illegal. I won¡¯t.¡±


    I smile. ¡°It¡¯s simple. You want to keep your sister, you give me everything I want. I don¡¯t share what¡¯s


    mine, Faye. It¡¯s why I paid the guard that night not to stand outside our door.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s right. All night long you were alone with me and I could do anything that I wanted to you. No


    one would have been able to stop me. Knowing that, do you really think I¡¯d hurt you?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re ckmailing me to get what you want.¡±


    I move in close once again.


    Pushing my body against hers, I grab her wrists, putting them above her head. ¡°And tell me you¡¯re not


    turned on right now knowing there¡¯s nothing you can do. You¡¯re at my mercy. You¡¯re all mine, and I


    have every intention of getting my fill.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re not going to offer me money?¡± she asks with a snort.


    Leaning in close to her neck, I feel her shiver. ¡°I know you¡¯re not a whore. There¡¯s a lot of shit I know,


    and selling your body for money, that wasn¡¯t something you wanted. You¡¯re just lucky you got me


    instead of someone else who¡¯d have made your night a living hell.¡± I wait a few seconds for that to sink


    in. ¡°Think about it, Faye. I¡¯m offering you pleasure, undeniable pleasure, and all you¡¯ve got to do is take


    it. I want everything you have to offer, no more, no less. No-holds-barred sex.¡±

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    She licks her lip, and I know she wants it.


    There¡¯s no denying that glint of attraction her eyes.


    ¡°Do you want money? Will that be the deciding factor for you?¡±


    She wrinkles her nose. ¡°No. I don¡¯t want your money.¡±


    ¡°Good. It¡¯s not on offer.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re not into any freaky kind of stuff, are you?¡±


    I smirk. I can¡¯t help it. ¡°Maybe, my little virgin, you should try something before you judge.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not a virgin anymore.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re a virgin in more ways than you know.¡± Kissing her neck, I wait. ¡°Take off your clothes.¡±


    She hesitates for a second before finally unbuttoning her blouse. She¡¯s slow as she does this, the first


    buttoning through the hole and then the next.


    The whitece bra she wears is so fucking sexy. My dick is already so hard that I feel a wave of pre-


    cum spill out the tip. I want inside her.


    When she wriggles out of the skirt, I nearly lose it. Her tits shake with each move from side to side,


    those curves being revealed to me.


    I love her fuller figure, the thickness of her thighs, even with the dots of cellulite, her rounded hips and


    stomach along with herrge tits. For me, she is the best fucking package I have to unwrap, and I


    intend to take my time.


    She has no idea what my main n is, and I¡¯m not about to tell her, not yet. Faye¡¯s not ready to know,


    but when she does, she¡¯ll be ready to deal with it and with me.


    With only her underwear on, she stands before me, looking unsure. There¡¯s no confidence there.


    Reaching out, I tease the strap of her bra down her arm, watching it fall loosely to her elbow. I do the


    same with the next. Pulling her close, I flick the catch of the bra, and it springs open.


    I help her remove it, letting the item fall to the floor. Her tits spring free as if they have a mind of their


    own, and in a way, they do.


    Cupping the mounds, I press them together, watching her nipples harden. Licking one beaded nipple, I


    watch as she gasps, her back arching up, offering them to me.


    Her eyes close as I suck on each tip,thering them, coating her in my spit and running my thumbs


    across the tips. Her moans fill my office, echoing off the walls.


    It¡¯s the most beautiful sound I¡¯ve ever heard.


    I release her tits only to grasp her hips. I don¡¯t peel her panties down her body. In a strong grip, I tear


    them from her, pocketing the fabric.


    ¡°That wasn¡¯t so hard, was it?¡±


    She¡¯spletely naked now, in my office. Running my hands down her back, I cup her ass, drawing


    her close so that she feels my erection. My need for her.


    ¡°What now?¡± she asks.


    Her voice is breathy as I continue to stroke up her spine.


    ¡°Go sit on my sofa.¡±


    I love how red her cheeks are. I didn¡¯t realize how arousing it could be to have a blushing female in my


    bed, but there¡¯s no getting away from it. I love it. Her innocence, her sweetness, it belongs to me and


    had from the moment I saw her picture.


    She sits down on the sofa, her hands sped together. She¡¯s trying to cover her body, and I won¡¯t have


    that.


    ¡°Lean back.¡± She does as I tell her. ¡°Put your legs on the edge of the sofa and then spread them.¡±


    She hesitates again, knowing this will spread her open for me. There won¡¯t be a single part of her to


    hide.


    I kneel before her and stare at her.


    Her pussy is slick. Her pubic hair is still neatly trimmed, but the damp curls give away her arousal.


    Cupping her knees, I spread them a little wider.


    Her tits shake with every single indrawn breath.


    Stroking up the inside of her thighs, I tease her pussy, not touching her directly, but close, so close. I


    hear her moan as I slide back to her knees before advancing up again.


    She¡¯s tense, but I figured she would be.


    Faye doesn¡¯t know me.


    All she¡¯s known between us is this.


    Gripping her ankles, I pull them so that they¡¯re on the floor, and then hold her waist. I tug her close so


    that her ass is on the edge of the sofa.


    There¡¯s no getting away now.


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    Still looking into her eyes, I lean down and touch my tongue to her clit.


    She gasps again. The lips of her sex are already open, and I don¡¯t need to spread her wide. Her clit is


    already so swollen, her pussy soaked with her arousal. My teasing earlier is helping her to rx.


    Finally looking away, I stroke down toward her entrance and touch her cunt. I don¡¯t prate, just


    tease of what I can do.


    She says my name, once, twice, three times, before finally lifting her pelvis up to my face.

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    I suck on her clit, biting down just enough to hear her cry of pain, which I soothe out with my tongue.


    I keep hold of her hips as she jerks within my arms. When I can¡¯t take it anymore, I pull back, slide my


    hands to her pussy, and spread those lips wide to see her hole and clit. Stroking two fingers across her


    nub, working them down, I slide them inside her, feeling how tight and wet she is.


    In and out, I thrust inside her. Pressing my thumb to her clit, moving side to side, I watch her take my


    fingers, her pussy stretching around the digits.


    She¡¯s rocking on them, taking them in deeper.


    When I add a third finger, she pauses as this stretches her even wider.


    ¡°Chase?¡±


    ¡°You can take them.¡± Working my fingers inside her, I watch her, mesmerized. She doesn¡¯t hold back.


    Her face is so expressive, showing me how much she¡¯s loving the pleasure I¡¯m giving her.


    I want those screams to fill the air, to surround us both.


    I take her clit once again, feeling her cunt ripple and pulse around my fingers as I draw her closer and


    closer to orgasm.


    Her pleasure is building and my need for her along with it.


    I want her toe because this first time, I won¡¯t be able to control it. I need to fuck her. To own her


    once again and to remember how good she feels on my dick.


    She cries my name, the sound echoing off the walls as shees. Keeping my lips on her pussy, I


    stroke her topletion. When she can¡¯t take any more of my tongue, I pull back but drive my fingers


    inside her, stretching her out.


    She whimpers, and I pull them from her body, sucking them clean as well. I love the taste of her pussy.


    My hand goes to my belt, and her eyes open.


    That¡¯s right, sweetheart. We¡¯ve only just started.


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    Faye


    I should hate him.


    Report his ass to HR and just let the legal system handle everything. There¡¯s no way I should allow him


    to ckmail me or force me into a corner that I don¡¯t want to be in.


    He¡¯s got no control over me.


    Yet, seeing him lick my cum from his fingers, and hearing the sound of his belt in the room, I know it


    would all be a lie. I don¡¯t want him to stop.


    He pushes his pants down, along with the ck boxer briefs he wears. His long, thick cock springs


    forward. I¡¯m mesmerized by him. He runs his hand back and forth over his length, pulling back the


    foreskin to reveal the mushroomed head.


    I can¡¯t believe I¡¯ve sucked on that cock or been craving it.


    This man is ckmailing me, and even still, I want him inside me. I should hate him for what he¡¯s


    doing, but at the same time, I¡¯m relieved. I don¡¯t have to make a decision here. To keep my sister close,


    I can give in to what I want.


    Chase Dunce is the man I want.


    The man I think aboutte at night.


    ¡°Are you on the pill?¡±


    I shake my head.


    ¡°Fuck. I want to feel you without a condom. We¡¯re going to get you on the pill, and then there¡¯s going to


    be nothing between us. You¡¯re not going to have any other men, just me.¡±


    How can I tell him that there isn¡¯t any other man that I want? I keep my mouth shut though. He reaches


    into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. Within seconds he¡¯s tearing open a condom, and I watch him


    roll it onto his length.


    The room back at Cherry had condoms all over the ce, so it wasn¡¯t hard to find one.


    He puts the tip of his cock at my entrance, and I tense up. My memory of thest time we were


    together recalls the pain of his entrance. Even though he took me over five times, the initial thrust was


    always ufortable.


    Slowly, he presses forward, taking his time as inch by inch he sinks in deep. I watch his cock


    disappear.


    This time, there¡¯s no pain.


    Just pleasure.


    My release makes it easy for him to slide in. There¡¯s nothing stopping him. He holds onto my hips,


    drawing me off the sofa. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto him as he moves so that his


    back is against the sofa. My legs go around his waist, and he¡¯s seated to the hilt inside me.


    He¡¯s so big that it is a little ufortable. As his fingers stroke up my back, I stare at his lips.


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    I don¡¯t know what possesses me, but I can¡¯t help but lean forward and take his lips. Kissing him for the


    first time, I cup his cheek, exploring his mouth. His hand sinks into my hair, holding me even closer.


    Chase takes over the kiss, nipping at my lips. The sheer power in him isn¡¯t lost on me. He could do


    what he wanted with me and there isn¡¯t anything I could do about it. Even with the bruises he left on my


    skin, I wasn¡¯t scared of him.

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    I¡¯ll never be afraid of him.


    He drives my need for him higher.


    His cock pulses deep inside me, but he¡¯s not in a rush to fuck.


    He caresses down my back, tracing to my ass, and I¡¯m shocked as a single finger curves around back,


    stroking over my anus.


    I¡¯ve not been explored there before, and he knows it. He knows everything about my body. He¡¯s the


    only man to ever get me like this.


    Open.


    Exposed.


    And desperate.


    He caresses down my body, skimming the edge of my tits before grasping my hips. Holding onto his


    shoulders, I follow his lead as he starts to make me rock on his cock. Pushing me up then pulling me


    down.


    I cry, and the sound is swallowed by his lips. I¡¯ve not stopped kissing him. I don¡¯t want to stop.


    Chase does this repeatedly, lifting me up, pulling me down. Each time he draws me onto his cock, he


    thrusts up, and he seems to hit a spot deep within me that is too painful and yet so addictive I can¡¯t


    think straight.


    Breaking from the kiss, I dip my head back, giving him my neck, and he nips at my flesh, sucking on my


    skin. Pleasure floods my body, and even as he teases my flesh, he doesn¡¯t stop fucking me.


    Holding onto his shoulders, I help him, thrusting up and down on his cock.


    His lips leave my skin, and I open my eyes to see that he¡¯s watching us.


    ¡°See how fucking beautiful you are.¡±


    I stare down between us.


    His cock is driving in and out of me.


    The condom is not a wee sight, but I¡¯ve no interest in getting pregnant. Having a baby right now


    wouldn¡¯t help my life.


    Instead, I moan, driving down on him, feeling a tightening deep within me as he fucks me.


    ¡°That¡¯s it, sweetheart, fuck me. Take your pleasure. Ride my cock. Show me what a dirty girl you are.


    You¡¯re not a virgin anymore, Faye. That belongs to me. Your cherry is all mine.¡±


    Pressing my face against his shoulder, I ride his cock topletion, feeling him pulse as he fills the


    condom with his cum. We¡¯re both panting.


    I don¡¯t know how long we sit there, but I can¡¯t feel my legs.


    Chase grips the back of my head and uses my hair to lift my face up. He¡¯s not rough with me. As I stare


    into his eyes,, he cups my face and then kisses me. At first, the kiss is so hard that it hurts my teeth,


    but I can¡¯t say no. I don¡¯t want to say no.


    Slowly though, time stills as he kisses me. This kiss could destroy me.


    It¡¯s tender.


    Sweet.


    Romantic.


    And I¡¯m hungry for more.


    I want the sweet and rough.


    The nice and dirty.


    I want it all, and I know all I have to do is ask Chase, and he¡¯ll give it to me. What¡¯s even more scary, I¡¯ll


    dly give him anything.


    ****


    Chase wouldn¡¯t take me home, nor would he allow me to walk. It iste. We left his office after eight,


    and now it¡¯s close to nine-thirty. Kerry sent me a message while I was being fucked in my boss¡¯s office


    to let me know she was okay.


    No matter what I do, I seem to be screwing up with her.


    Some days are a lot easier than others, but again, I failed. She won¡¯t open up to me.


    ¡°Wine?¡± Chase asks.


    Turning toward him, I see he¡¯s holding two sses and a bottle.


    ¡°Erm, I don¡¯t ¡­ drink.¡±


    ¡°One ss won¡¯t hurt. You need to rx.¡±


    I take the drink he poured but don¡¯t drink it. I¡¯m not a wine or alcohol drinker and never will be. He takes


    the ss and tips it back.


    I watch him swallow.


    ¡°I¡¯ll get you a water.¡±


    Rubbing my hands down my skirt, I follow him. He leans into his fridge, pulling out a bottled water. My


    nerves are starting to get the better of me.


    He turns and hands me the bottle. Uncapping it, I sip the water. I¡¯m not from a very wealthy area. My


    mom was a waitress, and my stepfather worked in construction. They only ever had enough to get by.


    Chase is a rich man. A millionaire if not a billionaire. His cars speak of his wealth, and so does his


    penthouse apartment.


    It¡¯s strange, but up until this moment I didn¡¯t think about how much he was worth. Seeing it like this,


    knowing what he paid for me, I can¡¯t help but feel a little ufortable. This is ¡­ strange.


    Biting my lip, I turn away.


    ¡°What¡¯s going on in that head of yours?¡± he asks.


    Running fingers through my short hair, I shrug. ¡°Nothing.¡± I need to lie.


    ¡°You think I can¡¯t read you.¡±


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    ¡°You don¡¯t know me.¡±


    ¡°I know you better than you think. What¡¯s wrong?¡± He grips my shoulder pulling me back against him.


    ¡°Now tell me what¡¯s wrong.¡±


    Telling him would make this even more real.


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    ¡°Why?¡±


    ¡°The money you ¡­ paid me. I used it to pay for my sister¡¯s medical bills and to start renting that ce.


    I¡¯m not used to this. You¡¯re rich.¡±


    He kisses my neck, and I close my eyes. The scent of wine is on his breath.


    ¡°That I am. I could¡¯ve paid a hell of a lot more for you.¡±


    ¡°You paid enough.¡±


    He snorted. ¡°You were worth so much more.¡±


    His hand bands around my waist, keeping me captive, not that I want to go. I love when his hands are


    on me.


    The memory of his touch was what kept me going when I felt filled with despair.


    ¡°I¡¯ll never forget that night, Faye. I tried to find you after. I even hired a PI to hunt you down. You¡¯ve got


    no criminal record, so finding you was next to impossible.¡± He nibbles on my neck, biting the curve. ¡°I


    can¡¯t believe you¡¯ve been so close to me all this time.¡±


    ¡°Why me? You can have anyone else.¡±


    ¡°There¡¯s no one else I want.¡±


    ¡°Haven¡¯t you been back to Cherry?¡± I hate that it bothers me so much that he could have any woman.


    All he¡¯d need to do is click his fingers and there¡¯d be a long line of them waiting to do his bidding.


    ¡°No.¡±


    This makes me turn so that I can see him.


    His blue eyes, filled with so much promise, stare right back at me.


    ¡°No?¡± I don¡¯t know why I sound so shocked. I shouldn¡¯t be, not really.


    ¡°The only reason I was there that night was my friend. He likes to fuck a lot of virgins. Me, I have no


    interest.¡±


    ¡°But why did you pick me?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re the only woman I¡¯ve been with who has been a virgin. I¡¯ve no desire to be with another. The


    moment I saw your picture, I knew you were special, and I wanted you for myself. If you hadn¡¯t


    sneaked out that night, I was going to talk to you about continuing after Cherry.¡± His fingers skim my


    cheek, gliding down to my breasts. He teased one nipple before going to the second.


    I couldn¡¯t look away.


    ¡°You can tell me to stop at any time,¡± he says.


    ¡°Why would I want you to stop?¡±


    He turns me to face him, and I wait as he starts to unbutton my blouse. He takes his time. He puts the


    water bottle on the counter, grabs my arms, and walks me back. I don¡¯t trip as he moves me slowly. I


    take each step, trusting him as we enter a bedroom.


    Once we¡¯re there, he goes back to opening up my blouse, his fingers touching me all over.


    I¡¯m putty in his hands as he gets me naked.


    When I stand before himpletely so, he steps back, and I watch as he walks around me.


    He¡¯s so much taller than I am. So muscr. For a man who spends so much time behind a desk, he


    clearly works out.


    I wait with bated breath as he opens up his shirt, revealing his hard chest. His arms are so thick.


    They¡¯ve held me many times already.


    He has the power in his grip to make me do whatever he wants, to put me in whatever position he


    desires.


    I don¡¯t fight him.


    His cock is hard once again, the vein at the side seeming to pulse. He doesn¡¯t touch himself this time.


    He walks up to me. His length brushes my stomach as he caresses down my arms, around my back,


    then settling on my hips. Licking my lips, I turn as he puts me on the bed, my knees on the mattress.


    ncing over my shoulder, I watch him. His gaze is on my ass, both of his hands spreading the


    cheeks.


    ¡°There¡¯s a part of you that is still very much a virgin, Faye.¡±


    I tense up as he strokes over the puckered hole of my ass.


    I¡¯ve never been touched there before. It¡¯s too surreal as he presses just slightly and I can¡¯t help but let


    out a little yelp. The pressure takes me by surprise.


    He chuckles. ¡°I see we¡¯re going to have to take care of that virgin part of you.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not ready.¡±


    ¡°Not tonight, but soon. Soon I¡¯m going to have you so wet and ready to take my cock you¡¯re not going


    to be able to think straight. You¡¯re going to be begging me to fuck this ass.¡±


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    I cry out as his teeth sink into the flesh of my ass. The pain shocks me in ce, but the arousal is not


    stopping as he moves to the other cheek and bites that one as well. I¡¯ve never had my ass bitten


    before, and I kind of like it.


    No ¡°kind of¡± about it.


    As he does the same again, pleasure floods my body. Whenever I¡¯m around him, I seem to be in a


    constant state of arousal.


    I can¡¯t help it.


    He¡¯s my first in absolutely everything.


    It¡¯s like my body is attuned to him.

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    ¡°Tomorrow we¡¯re going to get you on that damn pill.¡±


    He walks to what I assume is the bathroom. Hees back carrying a condom. With quick movements


    thetex is over his dick and then he¡¯s behind me.


    His cock is at my entrance. I don¡¯t have time to get ustomed to the feel of him as he ms to the hilt


    within me. He doesn¡¯t hold still this time. With his hands on my hips, he pounds away inside me.


    He¡¯s so big that itpletely floors me, and I can¡¯t think straight. All I can handle is the pleasure of his


    cock.


    Over and over, he fucks me, going deeper, driving himself harder within me. One of his hands strokes


    up my back and is in my hair, pulling me up so that my back is against his chest. His other hand is on


    my stomach, holding me in ce as he fucks me harder.


    ¡°Look at yourself, Faye. Look at me.¡±


    Opening my eyes, I stare into his, but he urges me to look forward. I hadn¡¯t even paid attention to the


    mirror that is directly across from us. I can see his cock, even in the mirror and the angle as it drives


    inside me.


    ¡°Soon, I¡¯m going to fuck you without a condom and fill you with cum. You¡¯re going to see and feel as it


    runs down your leg. It¡¯ll fill your panties, and every time you walk, you¡¯ll know who you belong to.¡±


    He sucks on my neck to the point I know there will be a mark. My hair is long enough to cover it, but I


    don¡¯t mind.


    The way he holds me, the bruises from his passion, I love it all.


    He strokes between my thighs, the tip of a finger teasing my clit. He drives into me harder, and as I


    watch him y with my body, I feel so fucking good.


    There¡¯s no way I want it to stop. I can only give him more.


    Ie, and when I do it¡¯s hard. He doesn¡¯t stop screwing me. His cock pounds away until he finds his


    own release, once again filling another condom as I pulse around him, and he swells.


    ckmail or not, this is the best feeling I¡¯ve had in a long time.


    Chapter Twelve


    Chase


    ¡°Why did you sell your virginity?¡± I ask. I want her to tell me the answer herself.


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    Caressing down her back, I watch Faye¡¯s reactions. We¡¯ve been together for a couple of days now, and


    I still don¡¯t have my fill of her. No matter how many times I brought her to orgasm or fucked her pussy,


    even taking her mouth again, I can¡¯t get enough.


    Most of the time, I get bored with women. They were all the same. Wanting diamonds, a credit card,


    gifts for the pleasure of theirpany.


    Faye¡¯s none of those things.


    I gave her a ne yesterday as a way of saying thanks. A sweet gesture I thought, only for her to


    go really pale on me. She¡¯d taken the ne, saying thank you, but she doesn¡¯t like it. She also


    hasn¡¯t worn it either. I don¡¯t get it. So, the bracelet to match is in my desk back at my office, waiting for


    the right moment.


    I booked her an appointment with my doctor and she¡¯ll be getting a shot, and I¡¯m more than happy


    about that. Also, what she doesn¡¯t know is I¡¯m looking into her having another apartment. I don¡¯t like


    where she¡¯s living. I want her close to me, and she always has to take a bus to Kerry¡¯s school so her


    being closer makes sense.


    ¡°I told you.¡±


    ¡°Kerry¡¯s medical bills.¡±


    ¡°Yes. She¡¯s been through a lot. I don¡¯t want to let her down again.¡±


    ¡°You won¡¯t let her down ever.¡± No matter what happened, it wasn¡¯t her fault. Everything that Kerry went


    through was because of the stepfather. Faye doesn¡¯t hold any me, and yet I know she feels it.


    Every time she is near her sister or talks about her, I see it in her eyes.


    She is so fucking sad and guilty when she has no right to be.


    ¡°Bills were mounting. I knew I had to be there for her, and that¡¯s when I heard about Cherry. It wasn¡¯t


    exactly my first choice. I tried to get good-paying jobs, but even if I did, the debt was still there.¡± She


    rested her head in her hands. ¡°I was shocked I went through with it. I¡¯d been so nervous, and to be


    honest, if you hadn¡¯te in when you did, I think I¡¯d have bolted.¡±


    ¡°So I¡¯m good for something.¡±


    She chuckled. ¡°With yourpany I can see you¡¯re good at many, many things.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s true.¡±


    ¡°Did you inherit from your dad?¡±


    ¡°Hell, no. Dunce International is all mine.¡±


    ¡°It is?¡±


    ¡°Yep. I started it from the ground up.¡± Tucking some hair behind her ear, I pull her close so she¡¯s


    leaning on my chest. I want her all around me. ¡°I was in fact a college dropout.¡±

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    ¡°Seriously?¡±


    ¡°Yes. Totally serious.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s crazy. Are you serious?¡±


    ¡°Deadly serious,¡± I say. ¡°You¡¯re wondering why I dropped out.¡±


    ¡°Well, yeah. You do know you¡¯re known as one of the most determined and sessful men in the


    world.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯ve done research.¡±


    ¡°I didn¡¯t have much choice. You wanted me to work close to you.¡±


    Reaching over to the drawer beside the bed, I retrieve another condom. I want her sitting on my dick.


    Opening it up, I hand her the condom. ¡°Put it on me, baby.¡±


    She sits up, and I hold my cock for her as she slides thetex down.


    I love it when she does this. I find it such a turn-on.


    Holding her hips, I guide her over me, and she holds my length up, putting the tip to her entrance


    before sinking onto my dick.


    We both moan at the same time.


    She¡¯s so fucking perfect.


    I love her like this where I can see her tits, especially when they bounce as I fuck her.


    ¡°Now, where was I? Ah, yes, I dropped out of college because I found it boring, and I hated being told


    what to do.¡± At this she giggles, which quickly turns into a moan as I m her down on my cock at the


    same time I thrust up.


    ¡°You¡¯re supposed to listen to people.¡±


    ¡°I know, but I didn¡¯t want to. No one was going to tell me how to live my life. I left college after an


    argument with a professor, and never looked back.¡± Sliding my hands up, I cup her tits.


    She grinds down on my dick, and it feels so fucking magical. I can¡¯t get enough of her cunt or of this


    woman.


    Her fingers trail down my chest and back up, going to my shoulders. She uses me as leverage to ride


    my cock, sliding up and down the length.


    I watch her as she starts toe apart, using me to get off. She touches her clit, and I lie back, letting


    her take control. It¡¯s so rare for her to do so. Her need is so apparent as she moves. There¡¯s no way I


    can keep my hands off her. Cupping her tits, I tease the hard buds and watch as she brings herself to


    orgasm, her tight heat surrounding my dick as shees.


    I wait, allowing her to have everyst bit of release before I take her hips and turn her so that she¡¯s


    beneath me.


    With her legs wrapped around me, I start to plow into her, fucking her the way I know she likes. My


    name is a constant echo as she calls it with each thrust of my dick within her tight walls.


    Holding her hands above her head, I ride her hard, watching, feeling the first stirring of my arousal


    creep down my spine until I finally erupt, mming into her all the way and holding myself deep within


    her core.


    I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. My dick is still inside her as I get her to rest her head on


    my chest. Running my fingers through her hair, I listen to our pants that fill the room.


    This isn¡¯t enough for me. I need to have every single part of her all to myself.


    ¡°I miss college,¡± she says. ¡°One day, I hope to have the same sess as you. I¡¯d love to give Kerry the


    life she deserves.¡±


    What twists me up inside is she doesn¡¯t want my money or my life. She never asks for anything.


    I want her to depend on me.


    Toe to me whenever she needs anything.


    At the moment, that is going to happen. I need her to crave me, to not be able to think of anyone but


    me.


    ****


    ¡°Earth to Chase. Are you even in there?¡±


    Pulling out of my thoughts, I look over at my friend Dean. He¡¯d made an unexpected visit to my work


    today. It is Friday, and Faye left at lunchtime to go to the doctor for her to get on some birth control.


    I¡¯d wanted to drop her off myself, but she asked to walk. She needed time to think.


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    Kerry will be back today, and for me, thatplicates things.


    ¡°What?¡± I ask. I don¡¯t want to talk to Dean.


    ¡°You, me, tonight, Cherry.¡±


    ¡°Not going to happen.¡±


    ¡°Come on, man. You enjoyed itst time.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t know what I feltst time. Besides, Malcolm wouldn¡¯t invite me back.¡±


    ¡°Please, so long as he gets paid, he doesn¡¯t give a shit what happens. We all know that.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not interested in going.¡±


    Closing the file I have on my desk, I walk to the drawers where I keep several of my pending contracts


    that need a little more negotiating.


    Faye has been withdrawn. She wants to leave work early to head back to her apartment so that she


    can give it a quick clean for when Kerry gets in tonight. I¡¯ve already canceled our dinner ns. I¡¯d


    intended to take her to a nice restaurant, and the dress I¡¯d picked out I¡¯ve also canceled.

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    This woman is making it harder for me to woo her. Until Faye entered my life, getting women was never


    a problem. They were more than happy to fall at my feet, and I was happy for them to stay there.


    I used them for my pleasure. A gift here and there always dealt with any problem they may have at me


    ending any rtionship or agreement.


    Faye isn¡¯t like that.


    The PI couldn¡¯t get any more information on her simply because there isn¡¯t any.


    ¡°Seriously, man, I am starting to worry about you. Do you remember a time when you had fun? It¡¯s like


    this ce became your world and you lost that key ability to have any kind of fun.¡±


    ¡°I have fun. It¡¯s just not the same as what you like.¡±


    ¡°Then tell me when was thest time you had fun with a woman, and that chick back at Cherry doesn¡¯t


    count. Even that¡¯s been what, seven, eight months ago?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m seeing someone.¡±


    ¡°You are? How do I not know this?¡±


    ¡°Because you¡¯re more interested in your own life than what I¡¯ve got going on. I¡¯ve been seeing her for a


    short time.¡±


    ¡°When do I get to meet her? I want to tell her all about what a giant prick you are.¡±


    ¡°Colorful, Dean, seriously. Don¡¯t you get tired of buying ¡­ virgins?¡± I keep my voice down.


    The door is open, and I don¡¯t want anyone knowing my business.


    ¡°Nope. They¡¯re easy.¡±


    I don¡¯t want anyone thinking of Faye as easy.


    ¡°What makes them easy?¡± I ask.


    ¡°Simple. They¡¯re there to provide me with a service, and I pay them. You forget they¡¯re willing.¡±


    ¡°You ever think they may not be willing?¡±


    ¡°Please, that¡¯s not going to happen. They want the money.¡±


    ¡°And what if they don¡¯t have a choice?¡±


    ¡°They all have a choice. Malcolm doesn¡¯t seek them out. They go to him. He¡¯s an asshole, but he¡¯d


    never force a woman. Where is all thising from?¡± Dean asks. ¡°It¡¯s a bit of fun. I get what I want,


    and they get money.¡±


    Shaking my head, I nce down at my desk. I don¡¯t know. I really don¡¯t fucking know.


    I¡¯m trying to think of how to get Dean out of my office when I hear her clear her throat. Looking up, I see


    Faye at the door of my office.


    ¡°Erm, Emily gave me these. She says they need looking through, and also she¡¯d like to schedule a


    meeting with you.¡±


    I¡¯m aware of Dean looking at her.


    Faye doesn¡¯t have a clue who he is. This is the first time they¡¯ve met each other in person, but he saw


    her picture. I don¡¯t know if he remembers. ncing at him, I see he recognizes her but can¡¯t seem to


    exactly ce her.


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    ¡°Am I still okay to leave early?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll be taking you. No worries.¡±


    She nods, taking a step back as I advance to the door. No matter how many times I touch her, she still


    tries to hide it at work.


    I don¡¯t me her.


    I¡¯m the one that made the fucking rule of no office rtions. I should keep my hands to my fucking self,


    but with her, anything could happen.


    Deanughs, and I close the door, leaning against it to see my friend holding his stomach.


    ¡°Holy shit, that¡¯s her, isn¡¯t it? That¡¯s the chick you bought.¡±


    ¡°Keep your mouth shut.¡±


    ¡°Why didn¡¯t you tell me you knew her?¡±


    ¡°I didn¡¯t know her.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°She started working for me a short time ago. I didn¡¯t even know it was her until we met on the


    elevator.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re paying her?¡±


    ¡°What? Fuck, no.¡± I re at Dean. ¡°Look, I don¡¯t want any of this shit to get out, okay? Malcolm doesn¡¯t


    need to know.¡±


    ¡°Malcolm wouldn¡¯t give a shit. He deals with women who need him. Her job is done.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t say that.¡±


    ¡°What? You got a problem with knowing you paid a woman to fuck? What is so wrong with that?¡±


    ¡°Everything.¡± This isn¡¯t about paying her for her virginity. It¡¯s so much more than that, and yet I know to


    many that¡¯s exactly how it would seem.


    Faye hates our past. It¡¯s not hard to see.


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    ¡°I¡¯m not going to Cherry, okay?¡±


    ¡°You like this woman,¡± Dean says.


    Theughing, joking yboy disappears, and I see the man, the friend I had.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°How much?¡±


    ¡°Enough to know I want to build a life with her.¡± This makes Dean¡¯s eyes open wide. I¡¯ve shocked him.


    I¡¯ve surprised myself.


    My feelings for her have grown a lot in such a short time, but I know what I want. It¡¯s why I¡¯m a


    sessful millionaire at thirty-five years old, and rivalpanies that have been around a lot longer


    than mine. I go after what I want, and I want Faye. Even with her troubled sister and the guilt she


    carries.


    ¡°Wow, so, one day we¡¯ll meet then, officially?¡±


    ¡°One day. Not yet. I need to know you won¡¯t bring up how we met.¡±


    Dean smiles. ¡°Fair enough. You enjoy your girlfriend.¡± He ps me on the back, and I watch him leave.

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    Faye steps out of the elevator, passing Dean without another nce. That¡¯s something else I love


    about her. Where some men give her a second or third nce, she never reciprocates. Her focus is on


    me, and that is exactly how I want it to stay.


    Chapter Thirteen


    Faye


    ¡°You had fun?¡± I ask.


    My sister shrugs. ¡°It was okay. Kind of boring. We had to take a book and to read during times of


    reflection. Building stuff was cool. I didn¡¯t like the circle of truth.¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s that?¡±


    ¡°Where you tell people about your life and why you¡¯re there.¡±


    ¡°Did you tell them?¡±


    ¡°I got in the circle. You have to, and I just said that some bad things happened to me and I was having


    a hard time dealing.¡±


    I nod.


    Chase is in the car, and as I roll Kerry¡¯s bag behind me, I don¡¯t know what to say.


    ¡°So, there¡¯s something I have to tell you.¡±


    ¡°What is it?¡±


    ¡°My boss is taking us home.¡±


    Kerry stops, and I do the same. This is not a conversation I want to have.


    ¡°Your boss?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    She nces toward the parked cars, and when she spots Chase she tenses up. ¡°Do I need to know


    something?¡±


    ¡°No.¡±


    ¡°Are you being careful?¡±


    ¡°Wow, seriously. I¡¯m five years older than you. I know what to do, and you don¡¯t need to worry about


    that.¡±


    I go to walk off, but Kerry grabs my arm. It¡¯s the first time she¡¯s touched me in a long time. She asked


    me to never hug her again. The request broke my heart, but I wasn¡¯t going to give her a reason to hate


    me.


    ¡°You like him.¡±


    ¡°Kerry, let¡¯s get you home.¡±


    ¡°Be honest with me. You like him?¡±


    Licking my suddenly dry lips, I push some hair out of my face, and try to distract myself with doing


    everything but answering her question.


    ¡°Come on, Faye, you don¡¯t have to lie to me. I¡¯m not going to break because you suddenly like a guy. I


    love that you¡¯ve got a man in your life.¡±


    I stop and turn to Kerry. ¡°He can leave if he makes you ufortable.¡± I don¡¯t want her to pull away


    from me.


    She sighs. ¡°Seriously!¡± Kerry shakes her head. ¡°I don¡¯t care, okay.¡±


    ¡°But¡­¡±


    ¡°No buts. Stop using me as a fucking excuse not to do something because it makes you nervous. I get


    it, okay. I¡¯ve been messed up and I¡¯ve struggled, but I¡¯m doing okay now. I know what is right and what


    is wrong. Don¡¯t put your life on hold and use me as a reason to do it. I¡¯ve got no problem hanging


    around guys, believe me. Just stop and think about yourself for a change.¡±


    With that, Kerry brushes past me and walks right over to the parked car waiting for us. I¡¯m not using her


    as an excuse. I don¡¯t think so, anyway.


    I don¡¯t stall, and rush to the parked car.


    When I climb in Kerry is chatting animatedly with Chase, and she sounds genuinely interested in him.


    Sitting back, I buckle my seat belt and listen. All the way back to the apartment she talks about


    camping, hiking, the truth circle. She doesn¡¯t talk about anyone¡¯s story, just what it was like and her


    own thoughts about it.


    She sounds happy.


    Every now and then I keep ncing in the back to make sure she¡¯s okay and sure enough, she has this


    radiant smile on her face. If I¡¯d known all along that camping would have worked, I¡¯d have taken her


    myself.


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    ¡°You¡¯re too soft on her.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s fine. I don¡¯t mind.¡±


    ¡°Are you going to be like this forever with her? Carrying her bags when she¡¯s married and gone?¡±


    ¡°There¡¯s a long time for that.¡±


    ¡°Really?¡±


    It¡¯s what I¡¯m hoping. ¡°She¡¯s fifteen.¡±


    ¡°Okay.¡±


    Shooting a re in his direction, I don¡¯t like how sure he sounds. Fifteen is not a good age to date or do


    anything else as far as I¡¯m concerned.


    ¡°What¡¯s that mean, okay?¡±


    ¡°It means that you don¡¯t know what the future holds or what she¡¯s going to want.¡±


    I stare at him, knowing he¡¯s hiding something. I just don¡¯t know what. ¡°Out with it.¡± I don¡¯t care if we¡¯re


    in the middle of the street. He clearly has something to say, and I want to hear it.


    He sighs.


    ¡°She asked me while we were waiting for you if I¡¯d keep you off her back and help you see that she¡¯s a


    grownup.¡±


    ¡°Wow, I struggle to get two sentences out of her on a good day, and she talks to you. Words and stuff.¡±


    I¡¯m hurt. No doubt about it. It really hurts to know that she prefers my boss¡¯spany to mine. How


    she¡¯s happy to talk to him but not to me.


    ¡°Faye¡­¡± He takes a step toward me, but I can¡¯t. Not right now.


    I feel like an utter bitch, but it really does fill me with despair to know that she trusted him and she won¡¯t


    give me the time of day. I don¡¯t me Chase, not really.

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    Entering the apartment building, I go toward the elevator this time rather than take the stairs. I expect


    Chase to go in the opposite direction, not to follow me, but he does, right into the elevator. As it starts it


    climb, he goes to the panel and presses the ¡°stop¡± button.


    I¡¯m fighting tears as it is.


    There¡¯s no way I can do this.


    It¡¯s too much. Too raw and I¡¯ve not got up enough walls. I need them firmly back in ce right now.


    Suddenly, he¡¯s right in front of me, cupping my face, tilting my head back to look into my eyes. I let him.


    What else can I do? There¡¯s no hiding, trapped in an elevator. Now I wish I¡¯d taken the stairs.


    So stupid.


    ¡°What is it, Faye? Talk to me.¡±


    ¡°I can¡¯t.¡±


    ¡°Yes, you can. I¡¯m right here. I¡¯m not going anywhere.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re my boss and the man¡­¡± I sob, I can¡¯t help it. ¡°The man I sold myself to. I can¡¯t talk. I can¡¯t¡­¡±


    His lips brush mine.


    ¡°You can trust me, Faye. You¡¯re mine. Remember that. One hundred percent mine. You sold yourself to


    me. No one else. To me. Whatever it is, you need to get it out.¡±


    Tears blur my vision as I look at him.


    Words halt in my throat, and I don¡¯t know what to do or what to say. Everything is so messed up right


    now, and I can¡¯t think.


    I rey Kerry¡¯s words inside my head. I¡¯m not using her to hold me back. I¡¯m taking care of her like I


    failed to do.


    ¡°She liked it,¡± I say. The wordse out of my mouth before I can stop them.


    ¡°What?¡±


    Once I start, I can¡¯t make it stop. This is the secret I¡¯ve been carrying. The only other people to know


    are the medical professionals.


    ¡°That¡¯s why I needed the money. When, erm, when I found my stepfather raping my sister, I reported


    his ass straight away. Kerry attacked me. She hit me. Screamed at me. She told me they were in love.


    That I¡¯d ruined her life by doing it and she was going to make me pay. She said she loved him. She


    loved when he was inside her.¡± The tears start to fall and don¡¯t stop.


    ¡°Jesus,¡± Chase says. He doesn¡¯t let go of me, but he wipes the tears away, and then his arms are right


    around my body, holding me tightly. He kisses the top of my head.


    I sob.


    After all the time that has passed, all the revtions from Kerry, from my stepfather, all of it, I just break


    apart and shatter. Throughout it all, Chase continues to hold me. he doesn¡¯t let go, and I don¡¯t want him


    to. I need his arms, his touch ¡­ his love?


    ¡°What happened?¡± he asks.


    ¡°It¡¯s why I needed money. Kerry ended up the hospital. She was very sick, and the doctors said he¡¯d


    been abusing her, brainwashing her. She was trying to hurt herself, and they had to restrain her. She


    needed to see the truth, so they put her through a program that helped her to see the facts. It required


    her to stay within a psychiatric facility and a doctor who could help Kerrye to terms with what had


    happened. They stripped away his training of her and helped her to realize what had been going on.¡±


    ¡°Was she the only one?¡±


    ¡°No. That¡¯s how we knew it wasn¡¯t love. There were three more girls on the street that came forward


    after I revealed what happened. They told the truth of how he showed them attention when no one else


    would. He made them trust him, believe he was there to be their friend, and made them feel special


    and loved. It all led to sex for him. He would ask them to do things to show their love for him. It was


    really rape and control. He got off on the power, and one of the girls, I don¡¯t know why, it¡¯s like she


    realized what was happening was wrong. He loved that these young girls couldn¡¯t say no to him. It was


    a cycle of abuse that because he¡¯d been well-liked, no one would have believed. After I exposed what


    he did to Kerry and that girl came forward, another two did also. There could have been others, but we


    don¡¯t know for certain.¡±


    ¡°They believed you?¡±


    I nod. ¡°They couldn¡¯t doubt it. He only targeted girls from families that were from ill repute, not that it


    was eptable or anything. It sickens me to think of how long he was doing it. The doctor said that the


    kind of abuse she suffered, it had been going on for years. Before he finally did the act, he could have


    been working her since we first met with my mom.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m so sorry.¡±


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    ¡°Faye, you consider the night we met something dirty because I paid you. I stopped any other man


    from having you, and even if you weren¡¯t for sale and we met in a bar, I¡¯d have wanted you. Simple as


    that. Don¡¯t think for a second that I regard that night as anything dirty. Far from it. I loved it, every


    fucking second, and I can¡¯t wait to do it again.¡±

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    He wipes away thest of my tears.


    ¡°My face is probably aplete and total mess.¡±


    ¡°Nah, you¡¯re beautiful.¡± He presses his lips against mine and I close my eyes, loving his touch a little


    too much. ¡°Are you ready to go to your apartment?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    He pushes the button that will take us up to my ce.


    When I go to pick up a bag, he refuses to let me take it, and I sigh as we walk to our apartment. Kerry


    is nowhere in sight, but I hear her in her bedroom. Once again, my trusty slow cooker has been


    working for me. I put it on high when we got home from work so anything I put in there would be


    cooked.


    Chase takes the bags to Kerry¡¯s room, and secondster hees back into the kitchen. As I¡¯m


    serving up, he wraps his arms around me, and I close my eyes, enjoying the closeness we share.


    I know it hasn¡¯t been that long, but it¡¯s like time fails to have any meaning when I¡¯m with him.


    Between work and our time together, I feel closer to him with every passing day.


    ¡°I¡¯m so pleased you were able to trust me with this.¡± He whispers the words against my neck. Closing


    my eyes, I tilt my head to the side to give him better ess. He sucks on the pulse, his teeth grazing


    the spot.


    One of his hands slides beneath the band of my skirt and he cups my pussy. He doesn¡¯t make any


    move to find my warmth beneath them, just strokes back and forth gently.


    I want him there and then.


    ¡°I¡¯m going to fuck you tonight. You¡¯re not getting rid of me.¡±


    ¡°Kerry.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t give a fuck. You¡¯re going to have to be quiet. I¡¯m not taking no for an answer. Not when I can


    feel how wet you are.¡±


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    His hand is gone in the next second. His lips are not.


    ¡°So, you two are a couple?¡± Kerry asks, startling me from my aroused state.


    It is like an instant bucket of cold water. Opening my eyes, I stare at my sister¡¯s mischievous ones.


    ¡°It¡¯s not like you toe out of your room so quickly.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s not like you to take so long serving. That looks good on you.¡±


    ¡°Kerry!¡±


    ¡°What? Come on. I¡¯m so pleased to see that you have a boyfriend. I was starting to worry there that


    you were looking forward to life as a spinster. I don¡¯t think you¡¯ve ever brought a boyfriend home.¡±


    ¡°Shh,¡± I say. She doesn¡¯t need to go telling Chase just how many firsts he¡¯s part of.


    ¡°She hasn¡¯t?¡±


    ¡°Nope. None. Believe me, I¡¯d have remembered. I know in high school there were rumors she was a


    lesbian. I didn¡¯t buy it.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯ve never had a boyfriend?¡± he asks, his lips back at my neck.


    ¡°No, and I shouldn¡¯t be with you.¡± I look at Kerry. ¡°It¡¯s againstpany policy.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m the boss. I can change that if I want.¡±


    Kerryughs. ¡°I like him.¡±


    With his arms around me, I serve us up, and much to my surprise, Kerry sits with us the entire time.


    She looks happier.


    More like the young girl I used to know.


    The one that didn¡¯t have anything happen to her.


    She doesn¡¯t linger to do the dishes, but that¡¯s okay. I like doing them, and Chase helps so we get


    through them quickly.


    After that, we head toward my bedroom, which he¡¯s never seen.


    The moment we¡¯re inside, Chase pulls me into his arms. ¡°I¡¯m your first at everything, aren¡¯t I?¡±


    Looking into his eyes, I nod.


    ¡°Good. I don¡¯t like the thought of another man knowing just how precious you are.¡±


    ¡°What about you with other women?¡±


    ¡°Let¡¯s not talk about that.¡±


    I can¡¯t help but giggle.


    ¡°All you need to know, Faye, is you¡¯re the only woman for me. The only one I want.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re not just saying that.¡±


    He rubs his cock against me and shakes his head. ¡°No, I¡¯m not.¡±


    Chapter Fourteen


    Chase


    ¡°What do you think?¡± I¡¯ve finally brought her to an apartment I¡¯ve already purchased.


    ¡°It¡¯s big.¡± Faye looks around, walking over toward the window that stares over the city. At night, I¡¯d


    visited, and it looked amazing, especially with the buildings lit up. Christmas would sure be fantastic


    and beautiful just from this floor. ¡°You¡¯re thinking of buying this? Renting?¡±


    ¡°No.¡±


    ¡°Then why are we here?¡± She folds her arms with a smile. I¡¯ve noticed she¡¯s notfortable around


    money.


    If anything would make her withdraw from me, it seems to be whenever I show off my wealth.


    I find it refreshing that it¡¯s not a reason she¡¯s with me even though my wealth is what brought us


    together. That and her virgin status, but I don¡¯t want to think of that.


    Whichever reason, I¡¯m so fucking d we¡¯re together.


    ¡°This is yours.¡± I hold up the keys. ¡°Say the word and I¡¯ll have the moving men at your ce. You and


    Kerry can live here. There¡¯s a lot more space, and you don¡¯t have to worry about the money. I want to


    give this to you as a gift, and I want you to take it.¡±

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    She doesn¡¯t take the keys.


    ¡°I can¡¯t take this.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t you love the apartment?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s beautiful.¡±


    ¡°Well, I think you¡¯re beautiful, and I want to give you things.¡±


    Still, she doesn¡¯t take them.


    ¡°I already own this ce. I bought it for you.¡±


    ¡°I can¡¯t take it. I¡¯m sorry.¡±


    ¡°Why not?¡±


    ¡°Because I already live in an apartment that I can afford. The rent is more than reasonable.¡±


    ¡°Damn it, Faye. I don¡¯t care. Don¡¯t you understand that? I¡¯m right here, right now. This is for you. This is


    what boyfriends do.¡±


    ¡°No, they don¡¯t.¡±


    ¡°Okay, this is what wealthy boyfriends do, and if you must know it¡¯s either this ce or move in with


    me.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, that surprises you, doesn¡¯t it? It¡¯s either this or move in with me, and I figured that you would be


    too skittish to move in with me, so I picked this. I thought you¡¯d prefer this.¡±


    ¡°You want me to move in with you?¡±


    ¡°Why does that sound so shocking to you?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know. I just ¡­ you ckmailed me into sleeping with you.¡±


    I shrug. ¡°I¡¯m not above getting what I want. Your job was secure no matter what.¡±


    ¡°Then why ckmail me?¡±


    ¡°In case you haven¡¯t noticed, Faye, you¡¯re skittish, like really fucking, run the other way kind of skittish.¡±


    I see a smile dance across her lips.


    Taking her hands in mine, I draw her close. ¡°And I won¡¯t have you any other way, but you will take this


    apartment?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re going to make me?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m going to be spending a lot of time here.¡± Letting go of her hands, I unbutton her jacket, pushing it


    off her shoulders.


    We have plenty of time.


    Next, I release her blouse and watch as the white fabric falls to the floor. Flicking the catch of the bra


    and releasing those juicy tits is next, and they spill out exactly as they were supposed to, filling my


    hands, and I lean forward, taking a bite of each nipple.


    Her cries fill the room, but she doesn¡¯t make a move to escape me.


    Within a matter of seconds, I have her skirt off and she¡¯s bending over the sofa. She¡¯s wearing a thong


    today, and I trace across the fabric, teasing her tight little asshole as I do. Caressing down the crack of


    her ass, I spread her cheeks wide, giving each cheek a nice little p.


    She lets out a yelp, and the sound is sweet music, especially when I stroke through her pussy and find


    just how wet she is.


    I¡¯ve been waiting to take her, to make her mine. It has been a couple of weeks since she got the shot.


    I¡¯m going to take her without a condom, fill her pussy with my cum, and all afternoon, I know it¡¯ll be


    leaking into her panties. Taking the fabric of her thong in my hand, I move it aside.


    I hold it against her ass cheek while I free my cock. Running my hand up and down my length, I ease


    the pre-cum leaking tip to her entrance.


    As I slide inside her, her warm cunt gripping me, I hear her moan.


    ¡°Oh, fuck. That feels so good.¡± It¡¯s the best feeling in the world.


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    Pulling out of her, I see my dick, covered in her cream, and I drive forward, filling her tight pussy. Each


    ripple and every wave of her arousal grips my length, and I feel the instant hit of need that just won¡¯t go


    away.


    With the thong still in my fist, I grip her hips and start to pound away inside her, fucking her hard, not


    giving her a chance to get ustomed to my dick as over and over, I m to the hilt. She¡¯s so fucking


    wet.


    ¡°Touch yourself, Faye. Touch that wet clit and bring yourself off. I want to feel youe.¡±


    She lets out a little moan, but she strokes her clit. Each tease across that swollen bud seems to set her


    off, again and again.


    ¡°Yes, yes, so good. That¡¯s it, baby, tease your clit. Make yourselfe.¡±


    Her cunt tightens around me, and I can¡¯t stop.


    Pounding into her, I see and feel how slick she is.


    When her orgasmes, she drenches me with her release, and I don¡¯t hold back. Fucking her hard, I


    ride her pussy to my ownpletion, holding her tight so that her ass is nestled right against my pelvis


    as I fill her cunt. Wave upon wave of my cum swims up to her womb, taking her, owning her.


    For a few seconds, maybe even minutes¡ªtime doesn¡¯t have a ce right now¡ªI hold her against me,


    waiting for my release to subside. The moment it does, I slowly ease out of her. Kneeling down on the


    floor, I see some of my white cum at the lips of her pussy, and I can¡¯t resist taking some and pushing it


    right back inside her. Putting the panties back into ce, I rub the fabric against her, knowing they will


    be full of my cum by the end of the day.

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    Yeah, there are days I¡¯m a dirty fucker, and I just can¡¯t help it.


    ****


    Unpacking the Chinese food I¡¯d picked up on my way over, I love what Faye has done with the ce in


    such a short time. I¡¯ve handled her old apartmentndlord and whatever fee he thought he could


    charge her. The moving men had done a good job, but I¡¯d supervised that as well.


    The apartment no longer looks like a cold space but is filled with Faye and Kerry¡¯s things. Several


    pictures cover the walls, and in the far corner of the living room, I see a stand filled with books. There is


    still plenty of space as they didn¡¯t have lots to move. I saw the main bedroom that Faye had called dibs


    on, and even put a note on the other bedroom, telling Kerry it was hers.


    ¡°Where¡¯s your sister?¡± I ask.


    Kerry dips into one of the food cartons and takes a dumpling. ¡°Shower. Don¡¯t worry, she¡¯ll be out in a


    minute. She has this mother hen syndrome. It means she can¡¯t be gone from me all that long. I¡¯m


    surprised she lets me go to school and doesn¡¯t teach me at home.¡±


    I don¡¯t like this.


    ¡°Faye cares about you.¡±


    ¡°I know.¡±


    ¡°Then why don¡¯t you start cutting her some ck? You don¡¯t have a clue what your sister has gone


    through to help get you here.¡±


    ¡°Fucking the boss, please, I bet it¡¯s not that hard.¡± Kerry snorts.


    I stare at this girl, and I shake my head.


    ¡°While you were in the hospital, building up never-ending debt, your sister, the girl that loves you and


    feels like aplete failure because she wasn¡¯t able to protect you, she was selling her virginity to pay


    for it.¡±


    I shouldn¡¯t have said a fucking word. I know that. Damn it! Everyone knows that, but listening to Kerry¡¯s


    snort and derisive tone, I was fucking done. I get it. She¡¯s a kid and has to be protected after what


    she¡¯s gone through. But therees a point when it¡¯s no longer an excuse. Faye won¡¯t call her out


    because of her guilt.


    ¡°You don¡¯t know that.¡±


    ¡°Oh, yeah, I do.¡± What Faye doesn¡¯t know is I still have the damn sheets as well. Yeah, some seriously


    fucked-up shit. ¡°I¡¯m the one that bought her.¡±


    Kerry jerks back.


    I stare at her. ¡°She could have been with anyone. There were security measures in ce to make sure


    she was okay, but anyone else, they could have hurt her.¡±


    ¡°What the hell is she doing with you?¡± Kerry asks, staring at me in shock.


    ¡°A chance meeting. Mypany has a division that employs college dropouts. You see, Kerry, while


    you¡¯re angry with everyone, your sister, and just about anything¡ªand I get it, I do. I know the truth¡ª


    your sister gave up everything for you. A flourishing career in business, her virginity, her time, her life.


    All to make amends for leaving you with a monster. A monster that was supposed to take care of you.


    You can hate your sister, but when I¡¯m here you will show that woman some damn respect because as


    far as I¡¯m concerned, she¡¯s more than fucking earned it.¡±


    Silence falls after I finish my warning.


    Everyone was looking out for Kerry.


    Everyone.


    Doctors. Nurses. Teachers. Counselors. The lot.


    Who is taking care of Faye? She¡¯s twenty years old, and has taken responsibility of her teenage sister


    like it came natural to her. Everyone judges her, and no one takes her side. Well, I¡¯m going to be her


    sounding board because she clearly fucking needs it.


    I am done with her sister walking all over her.


    ¡°You love my sister?¡± Kerry looks at me, and she¡¯s gone a little pale.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°Does she know?¡±


    ¡°No.¡±


    ¡°Why won¡¯t you tell her?¡±


    I smile. ¡°She¡¯s likely to run far away from me when I admit it.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re the first guy she brought home, ever. I¡¯m pleased she has someone.¡±


    ¡°She has you, Kerry. That¡¯s what she wants. She needs to know that she¡¯s done the right thing because


    if there¡¯s one thing I know for sure, she loves you.¡±


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    I don¡¯t need to say the same stuff.


    Kerry gets it, and I see it in her eyes.


    ¡°Am I interrupting something?¡± Faye asks, drawing my attention to her.


    She¡¯s in a pair of jeans and a huge shirt that doesn¡¯t show off her curves. Next on my list of things to


    do, new wardrobe.


    ¡°Chase here was riding my ass. I need to, like, finish my homework. It¡¯s so incrediblyme, and I¡¯ve


    been putting it off.¡± There was a pause. ¡°Would you, erm, would you help me?¡±


    ¡°You want my help with your homework?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s an English paper, and I don¡¯t have a clue what to do. You aced English in high school. Please, I¡¯ll


    be a really good student.¡±


    The request has surprised Faye, but I see the happiness in her eyes.


    ¡°We¡¯ll eat dinner, and I¡¯ll help you straight away.¡±

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    When Kerry turns to look at me, I nod in her direction.


    It¡¯s a start, but as far as I¡¯m concerned, she¡¯s got a long way to go.


    We eat our food, and Kerry fills the silence, talking about a current program she¡¯s watching. I listen as


    Fayeughs. She¡¯s not faking it either. Her happiness and humor are genuine.


    After we finish, I clean away the empty cartons as Faye helps Kerry with her homework. Taking a long


    shower, I wait as they finish up.


    Once they have, Faye joins me on the sofa and straddles myp. ¡°Thank you.¡±


    ¡°What for?¡±


    ¡°For whatever you said to Kerry. I finally feel like I got my sister back tonight, and I know it¡¯s because of


    you.¡±


    I smile. ¡°I¡¯ll give you anything you want. You just got to ask.¡±


    For several seconds she just stares at me. I¡¯m very happy with her straddling my cock, but I wait,


    patiently.


    ¡°Hold me, Chase.¡±


    ¡°Forever.¡±


    Chapter Fifteen


    Faye


    Life with Chase is kind of surreal. I love itpletely. Kerry goes in and out of liking him, which is more


    than fine with me. I don¡¯t expect her to like my man immediately. There are days I¡¯m not sure I like him.


    He rides my ass at work. He never epts second best, and I never give it to him that way either. It¡¯s


    one of the reasons he¡¯s the best.


    I¡¯ve been working for hispany nearly four months, and three of them I¡¯ve spent in close proximity to


    the boss. I¡¯ve even been given the title of his PA, which I know a couple of interns from the same


    division of college dropouts are pissed about.


    His lips travel down my back, and when his hands cup my ass, spreading the cheeks wide, I know what


    he wants. For the past couple of weeks, he¡¯s been teasing me, preparing me. He¡¯ll spread my cheeks


    wide, make me moan, and he¡¯s even filled me with a couple of his fingers.


    The pain. The burn.


    It only serves to turn me on even more.


    One of his hands cups my pussy, stroking between my slit to tease my clit. He wants to own every


    single part of me, and what¡¯s more, I want to give him everything.


    What I¡¯m even more afraid of right now is I think he owns more than he wants.


    What started out as being a one-way ticket of earning money has turned into so much more. Chase


    has somehow gotten into my heart, and I can¡¯t let him go.


    I don¡¯t want to let him go.


    He makes me burn and drives me crazy.


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    His passion consumes me, but once he¡¯s done, whenever he finishes inside me, he doesn¡¯t walk away.


    He holds me throughout the night, and in the morning, we share breakfast. We do the same things that


    all couples do, and it¡¯s messing with my head.


    I don¡¯t know what to do about all of this. I¡¯m scared it¡¯s going to go away, terrified I¡¯m going to fuck it up,


    but above all else, I don¡¯t want him to stop.


    Falling in love wasn¡¯t part of the n.


    I¡¯d set out how I was going to handle Kerry, the debt, all of it, but it wasn¡¯t this. Walking into that


    elevator that day changed every single one of my ns. When he touches me, I don¡¯t hate it; I need


    more of it.


    The moment he releases me, I miss his touch.


    The love that fills my body is not fickle or something that will go away when another pretty facees


    into my life.


    There¡¯s a reason I¡¯ve never had a boyfriend. No boy or man has ever done what Chase has been able


    to.


    He kisses down my back, and I push my doubt to the back of my mind as his lips wreak havoc with my


    whole body.


    I¡¯m putty in his hands.


    He¡¯s the one inplete control, not me.


    When his lips get to the base of my back, I expect him to stop, but he doesn¡¯t. He moves me so that I¡¯m


    on my knees, and he bites down on my ass. His tongue glides across. He slips into my pussy, and the


    pleasure is instant.


    He moves down to my clit, stroking over. His nose has to be right next to my entrance, but he doesn¡¯t


    stop.


    His face is on my pussy, and I close my eyes, basking in the pleasure he¡¯s giving me. His tongue


    moves up from my clit to my back entrance, and he doesn¡¯t stop.


    I cry out as his tongue strokes across my asshole, teasing the puckered hole. I¡¯mpletely lost. I


    want to tell him to stop, but the pleasure is immense.


    He holds me in ce as he continues to tease my ass until he stops, pressing a kiss to my cheek once


    again.


    The tip of his cock strokes through my slit, recing his tongue. He ps my nub a few times with his


    cock before sliding back to fill my pussy, which he does with one thrust.

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    One of his hands grips my hair, holding me in ce as he ps my ass and fills my pussy.


    He¡¯s not done.


    I know what he wants.


    When he pulls out of my pussy, he eases me back down to the bed but pushes a pillow beneath my


    hips.


    ¡°You¡¯re so ready for this.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s going to hurt,¡± I say.


    ¡°I¡¯ll make it good.¡±


    I don¡¯t know how he¡¯s going to make sticking his dick in my ass good, but I trust him.


    He¡¯s using the lubricant he showed me before we got into bed. Kerry¡¯s not at home. She¡¯s on another


    camping trip, so we have the ce all to ourselves.


    Chase covers my anus with plenty of lubricant, stroking it all in, and the tip of his finger pushes inside.


    I don¡¯t know what he¡¯s doing, but I wait patiently before I finally feel his cock on my ass.


    I tense up as he starts to push forward.


    ¡°Rx, baby, you don¡¯t need to worry.¡±


    Squeezing my eyes shut, I feel him as he pushes a little of his cock inside me. It burns, the pain making


    me cry out, and he stops. One of his hands goes to my hip, holding me. His fingers are stroking,


    soothing.


    I trust himpletely.


    If I really can¡¯t do this, he¡¯ll stop.


    Even as I¡¯m nervous, I know I want this. There¡¯s no one else I¡¯ll ever trust, just Chase. He¡¯s part of my


    heart, and there¡¯s no way I can make these feelings go away.


    He starts to tease my clit, stroking across, around, over, and building up my need once again. I


    whimper as the pleasure is intense, especially as he sinks another inch inside my ass. He doesn¡¯t stop


    his teasing, constantly building up what I want, and when he fills me with all of his cock, it¡¯s no longer


    painful. I feel all of him inside me, and it only serves to make me want more.


    I want toe so badly, but he keeps his strokes gentle, refusing to let me go over that edge.


    ¡°Please,¡± I say.


    ¡°You want toe?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    He pulls out of my ass, and with only the tip in, he slides back in. Thrusting inside me, he keeps his


    fingers on my clit, but doesn¡¯t move them. I¡¯mpletely lost in an ocean of want.


    Chase doesn¡¯t give me an inch, and I have to wait for him to fuck my ass, taking me in long strokes.


    Each push of his cock makes my need even more desperate.


    ¡°You have such a tight ass, baby. I have every single part of you now. Your mouth, pussy, and ass. It¡¯s


    all mine.¡±


    And I don¡¯t care.


    He has my heart, body, and soul.


    He can take it.


    For Chase, I dly give it.


    His touch on my clit begins again, only this time, he doesn¡¯t stop. He pushes me to the edge of my


    release, holding me so close, knowing what I need to make me orgasm.


    Like a torturer, he holds it back, making me wait. Making me beg. It¡¯s impossible for me not to beg for


    what I want, and I do.


    ¡°Please, Chase, I want toe. Please.¡±


    He rams his cock inside me, and I cry out his name, pushing back against him, wanting his cock deep


    inside my ass.


    With each thrust, I find myself craving him even more. When he finally grants me release, I do so,


    screaming his name as he fills me. I feel his dick pulse, stretching my anus as hees, his grip on


    my hip tightening.


    We¡¯re both mindless in pleasure, his lips at my neck as he kisses me.


    Chase copses over me afterward. His cock is still inside me. I feel a little sore, but I don¡¯t care about


    the pain.


    Nothing matters to me other than his touch.


    ¡°I knew that would be amazing.¡±


    I chuckle and look over my shoulder. I love his eyes. They are so blue and clear. He cups my tit, and I


    moan his name as he squeezes the flesh.


    ¡°I could get used to this.¡±


    ¡°Me being in your ass?¡±


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    ¡°Maybe but I¡¯m just thinking about this. Us, together, in this bed.¡± I don¡¯t want to ruin the moment with


    my feelings, but they¡¯re there on the tip of my tongue. It wouldn¡¯t be a hardship to spill the words to him,


    but I hold them in, terrified that I¡¯ll change what is happening.


    ¡°Have you got any ns to kick me out of the apartment?¡± he asks. He kisses my shoulder and


    chuckles.


    ¡°Of course not.¡±


    ¡°Then you better get used to it, Faye, because you¡¯re never getting rid of me.¡±


    To some women, that may sound super-creepy, but I love it. I love him, and there¡¯s no going back now.


    I want him with all my heart and soul.


    ****


    Chase is in a meeting, and he sent me into his office to find a damn file that so far I¡¯m drawing a nk


    on. It¡¯s not in his cab, and he told me the name to look for. As I go to his desk, I sit down and start


    at the top drawer, working my way to the bottom.

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    When I find it, I lift it up like I found gold.


    I nce down to close the drawer, only toe to a stop. A file has my name on it, and it¡¯s inside his


    desk.


    Picking it up, I open the file and stare in shock as I see every single personal detail of my life written


    down on paper. There¡¯s pictures and other little things, and I¡¯m so fucking terrified.


    This is my life right in front of me. Flicking through a couple of pages, I don¡¯t know what to do.


    ¡°Hey, we¡¯re waiting for that file. Did you find it?¡± Chase asks,ing into his office.


    ¡°You knew,¡± I say.


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°You knew everything.¡±


    Hees up to the desk, and I see his jaw clench. ¡°I needed to get rid of that.¡±


    ¡°Why do you have it?¡± I don¡¯t know what to do. My hands are shaking.


    Chase doesn¡¯t answer right away. He goes to the door and closes it, giving us privacy. I don¡¯t care who


    knows in this instant. I feel ¡­ torn apart.


    I told him about so many private things, about Kerry, and he knew already. I recall the first day he took


    me home, I told him the address, and he already had it.


    ¡°I wanted to know more about you.¡± He stands in front of the desk.


    ¡°And you didn¡¯t think to just ask me?¡±


    ¡°No. I didn¡¯t because you wouldn¡¯t have told me everything.¡±


    ¡°I have. There¡¯s nothing in here that I¡¯ve not told you.¡±


    ¡°But it gave me a chance, Faye.¡±


    ¡°A chance?¡±


    ¡°Yes, a chance. You think I was able to deal the past six months? I didn¡¯t know where to look. I tried


    everything, and then, when I was about to give up hope of finding you, you step into my damn elevator.


    Not only that, you don¡¯t even notice me, and I looked at you, and I knew I wasn¡¯t going to let you go. I¡¯d


    spent six months hunting you.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not a piece of meat.¡±


    ¡°I know. You¡¯re so much more, and you don¡¯t even see it.¡± He stares at me a couple of seconds. ¡°Look


    back in the drawer.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°Look in the drawer.¡±


    I don¡¯t want to follow his instruction, but I do and look in to see a velvet box. It looks like one from a


    jewelry store.


    ¡°You see it? Pick it up, and open it.¡±


    Gritting my teeth, I want to tell him no, to fuck off. I¡¯m so confused right now.


    I pick up the damn box and re at him.


    ¡°Now open it.¡±


    Opening the lid, I see the most beautiful diamond ring.


    ¡°If I saw you as a piece of meat, a woman I just wanted to fuck, would I buy you an engagement ring


    and then ask you to be my wife?¡±


    Tears fill my eyes, and as far as proposals go, it is abination of shitty and so perfect.


    ¡°You want to marry me?¡±


    ¡°Yes. I want it all, Faye. I want it all with you, and I don¡¯t care how we started. I only care how it ends,


    and I know that I won¡¯t settle for anything less than everything with you. It¡¯s why I needed to know


    more. Why I did a search on you. I needed to take out anypetition.¡±


    He rounds the desk and turns the chair, crouching down near my feet. Staring at him, I¡¯m in shock. This


    is not what I¡¯ve been expecting.


    ¡°I have my sister.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t mind her being with you. She¡¯s part of who you are, and I love you.¡± He smiles, and it¡¯s so


    sweet and sexy. ¡°I¡¯ve never said that to another human being in my life. I, Chase Dunce, am absolutely,


    completely in love with you, Faye Carter. To the point that I do crazy things like buy your virginity and


    keep the sheets we made love on.¡±


    ¡°You didn¡¯t.¡±


    ¡°I did. I kept it, and it even makes me feel weird. It made me try to ckmail you, but I would never


    have done anything to hurt you, Faye. Nothing at all. You¡¯re my world, and I¡¯ll do everything to make


    you happy, anything. I just can¡¯t leave you. I¡¯ll do anything but that.¡± He runs his hands up my thighs,


    and I¡¯m lost in his blue eyes. I don¡¯t want to leave him or to fight with him.


    I want him all to myself.


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    ¡°Chase, I love you too.¡±


    ¡°You do?¡±


    I nod. ¡°Yes, so much and it scares me. I¡¯ve never loved anyone or anything the way I love you. I didn¡¯t


    know if I should say anything.¡±


    I don¡¯t get a chance to say anything more as his lips attack mine. Right there, in the office, for anyone


    looking in to see.


    ¡°Is that a yes?¡±


    Staring at the ring, I nod.


    ¡°It¡¯s a yes. It¡¯s aplete and total yes.¡±


    He takes the ring from the box and slides it onto my finger. Next his fingers tease the back of my head


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    Let them watch.


    All I care about is this man. The love of my life and the future we¡¯re going to make with each other.


    ¡°I¡¯ve got to tell Kerry,¡± I say.


    ¡°She knows.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°I already told her I wanted to marry you, and she gave me her blessing, not that it would stop me. I


    fucking love you, and nothing was getting in my way.¡±


    I can¡¯t help but chuckle.


    In a matter of minutes, I¡¯ve gone from feeling so afraid to joyous that I¡¯m his. I belong to him, and no


    one is taking him away from him.


    ¡°Your meeting,¡± I say, remembering we¡¯ve got responsibilities that don¡¯t include making out or marriage


    proposals.


    ¡°Make them wait. I¡¯m kissing my fianc¨¦e, and I¡¯d much rather be doing that than sitting with a bunch of


    men.¡±


    He pushes me to the desk, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as his kiss consumes


    me.


    This is what I¡¯d been hoping for, and never in my wildest dreams did I think it would actually happen.


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    Chase


    Two yearster


    Marrying Faye was the best thing that ever happened to me. I didn¡¯t think there was anything that could


    top that. Watching her walk down the aisle dressed in white, I remembered walking into the bedroom all


    those months ago. The way she looked, her nerves, and then how she felt when I put my hands on her.


    I¡¯d fucking loved every second of taking her virginity, and as she came to me in front of our friends and


    colleagues in a church, I knew this moment would stay with me forever. Moving in together was another


    on the list of our shared moments. She went back to college, at my request, and I shared guardianship


    of Kerry, who in thest two years has grown up considerably.


    Now as I sit in the hospital room, waiting for the doctor toe back, this is going to be another of


    those shared moments I¡¯ll never forget. Faye¡¯s stomach is already nicely rounded, and the test she


    took had surpassed the happiness we experienced at our wedding. She¡¯d been sick several mornings,


    and I¡¯d finally bought a test.


    She¡¯d looked nervous, and I¡¯d stayed with her even as she peed on the stick. Together, we¡¯d held


    hands and watched as the test confirmed we were expecting our first child.


    Today we find out exactly what the sex is.


    I don¡¯t care.


    Boy or girl.


    So long as my baby and my wife are healthy, I¡¯ll be happy.


    The doctor returns, and Faye holds my hand even tighter.


    ¡°I can see this is your first baby.¡± The doctor smiles, and I wait patiently.


    Hearing that heartbeat floors me every single time. This isn¡¯t our first ultrasound, but on thest one our


    baby didn¡¯t want to show what she or he was.


    He moves the device around her stomach, and my throat clogs up as I watch our baby wriggling.


    ¡°Ah, would you look at that? You are going to be parents to a little baby girl.¡±


    I stare at Faye and see the tears in her eyes.


    ¡°Are you happy?¡± I ask.


    ¡°Yes. So happy.¡±


    ¡°Me too, baby. Me too.¡±


    ****


    Faye


    Ten yearster


    ¡°My daughter hates me.¡± Chase picks up the dolls and trains that were left in the doorway of the


    kitchen.


    Iugh. We¡¯ve been married nearly twelve years now, and we have four beautiful children. Lily, our


    oldest, is in that stage where she¡¯s not yet a teenager or a child. So, she¡¯d gotten angry when Chase


    refused to let her go for a sleepover.


    ¡°She doesn¡¯t hate you. She loves you, but right now, she doesn¡¯t like you.¡± I walk up to him, wrap my


    arms around his waist, and smile. I know he loves it when I do.


    ¡°Do you think I should let her stay over at a friend¡¯s?¡±


    ¡°I think you should follow your own thoughts and feelings, and if you don¡¯t want her to have a sleepover


    then it doesn¡¯t happen. Simple as that.¡±


    He pushes some of my hair aside, cupping my face. His thumb traces across my lip. ¡°I love you.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re still happy you married me?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m still happy that I went to Cherry all those years ago. I had no idea I¡¯d meet the love of my life, but I


    have and you¡¯re fucking perfect.¡±


    Chase never fails to make me feel loved, and my feelings for him have only gotten deeper and more


    intense. He is the perfect man for me, and I love him more than the world.


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    As he kisses me, I feelplete.


    With his arms wrapped around me, I¡¯m home.


    And safe in his embrace, I¡¯m free.


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