14. Killian
Kyrian is already smitten with her like a schoolboy for his teacher. Ahh, memories of Mrs. Hinkley in second grade race to the forefront of my memory. The sun rose and set with her, and in my seven-year-old head, she was going to be my wife one day. She just didn’t know it. The day she came in and announced her engagement shattered those dreams and crushed my heart.
Then the next day, Lilly St. James transferred into our class and Mrs. Hinkley was long forgotten.
Virtue takes a seat at the table and Liam heads to the kitchen, along with Kyrian, to get the plates. We’re all hungry. Normally we go out for a nice steak meal beforehand, knowing we’ll need the extra fuel for the weekend. But tonight was different. We didn’t go. It just wasn’t right without Dad.
She picks at a non-existent piece of thread on the placemat. I can only imagine what it’s like to be a female and a virgin, then to top it off, knowing she’ll be having sex with three men. If I ever have a daughter, I don’t want her taking part in one of these auctions. Is that hypocritical of me? Yes, but who fucking cares.
“It’s going to be okay. We’ll make sure you enjoy every minute of this weekend.” That is until we make you pay for his mistakes if you’re related to him.
Uncle Liam and Kyrian choose that moment to step back into the living room, each of them with two plates in their hands. They set them down on the table and then leave the room again. Standing, I take a plate and place one on each of the mats, starting with Virtue.
A moment later, they return, each with two bottles of water, and take a seat at the table.
“Virtue, please remove your coat,” Liam instructs, and she complies obediently, only slightly hesitating.
She looks like a goddess in the white lingerie set. Her name and attire are a perfect fit for her virgin status.
I pick up my fork and take a bite of the pasta, savoring the vibrant flavors of the robust vodka sauce.
We all eat, the metal of our forks clanking on the plates. It’s not until I shift my gaze to the right do I notice that Virtue hasn’t moved. I pause and watch her. She’s staring at her plate and there’s a lone tear sliding down her face.
“Are you okay?” I reach out and place my hand on hers, squeezing it gently. My words catch the attention of my family, and they stop as well.
“Yes. It’s nothing,” her voice hitches.
“Little Mouse, you were asked a question, which means you answer it. Now why aren’t you eating?” Liam’s gravelly voice inquires as he places his fork on his plate and leans forward, placing his forearms on the table.
“It’s really nothing. It’s just that you brought me spaghetti.” Our eyebrows all rise in question to her response.
“What does spaghetti have to do with it?” Killian shifts in his seat, staring at her.
She sits there for a moment, worrying on her bottom lip before her soft voice fills the air.
“It’s nothing bad. My mom used to make this when I was younger. She hasn’t made it in years and I’m just missing her right now and this made me think of her.”
I soften at those words. She must have lost her mother and I know exactly how heartbreaking that can be.
“I’m sorry. When did she pass away?” Kyrian asks, and I can see the melancholy seeping into his eyes. No doubt he’s remembering our parents. “It’s okay if it’s too fresh to speak about.”
Before she can respond, Uncle Liam cuts in, “You still need to eat, Virtue. Sorrowful memory or not.” Giving her a poignant glare, he waits for her to obey.
“Yes, Sir.” She picks up her fork, twisting the noodles through the tines and lifts it to her mouth.
“That’s a good girl.” I can see the pride in her eyes at Liam’s praise. She has a kink and doesn’t even know it.
“Now I think it’s time we know your name. Virtue was cute and novel at the auction, but it has no place here. We also need to know what sexual experience you have, if any. Have you had oral sex previously? Given it? I know vaginal penetration by a cock is out of the question, as you are a virgin, but have you been fingered? Had anal sex? I know you answered these on the questionnaire, but I want to ensure the validity of your answers.” Liam leans back in his chair, placing his palms on top of the table.
I observe her reaction to his questions. She shifts in her seat, and I can only imagine what the cool wood feels like against her bare skin. I can see her neck muscles as they move when she swallows. She’s nervous. My cock twitches in my pants, wanting to plunge deep inside of her.
“My name’s Elena.”
“That’s a beautiful name, and your last?” Of course, Liam isn’t letting her get by with just that. We need to know it to confirm if it matches with his. If it does, then we just need to pry a little more to know their connection.
The bastard needs to pay, and as much as I hate to use the beauty before me to find him, I have zero qualms in doing so.
“Hastings, it’s Hastings,” she finally says. I glance at my family, a knowing look between us. The name matches.
I turn back to her and notice how she’s looking between us. Did she see our reaction? Does she wonder what it’s about or am I totally overthinking?
Her mouth opens before her melodic voice once again hits my ears. “As for the experience, Sir, I have none. No fingering, anal, none of that. The closest to anything I’ve done is a kiss, and that was so long ago and just a peck on the lips.”
There’s no way. It seems Cookie is truly a virgin. So pure in all sense of the word.
“Very well. Each of us has our own sexual proclivities. All of which will be new to you. What we need from you is a safe word. Something you wouldn’t normally say but that you’d remember and easily be able to give if you were uncomfortable with anything happening. When given, we stop immediately,” Liam explains.
She places her finger on her lip, tapping it as she squints her eyes. Then she smiles brightly. “Carrot.”
“Odd word, but it’s yours to pick. Next, please note while the first time for many is uncomfortable and painful at first, you will enjoy an orgasm, multiple times. That being said, Kyrian has expressed his desire to be the one to take your virginity. Any objections?”
She shakes her head.
“No, Little Mouse, we don’t accept anything as an answer but your voice. Don’t make me have to remind you again.” Liam’s voice is deep and authoritative.
“I have no objections.” She picks up her fork and twirls some pasta around it before taking a bite.
“Yes!” Kyrian fist pumps the air, which makes her giggle, and I’m immediately jealous.
“You mentioned your mother. How about your father? Are you close? What’s his name?” Liam questions her and immediately the smile that was on her face disappears.
“He’s not in the picture. My dad, Jeffrey, left when I was younger.” Once again, my family and I exchange a knowing look. It’s his name. The man who ruined our family is her father.
“He just left? No contact, nothing? That’s fucking harsh.” Kyrian speaks up.
“Let’s finish eating, then we can help ease Elena into what we each like.” Liam picks back up his fork and I follow his lead.
The rest of dinner passes peacefully. The only sounds are those of the silverware hitting the plates. No fork hits the plate at the same time, but the sound is peaceful.
Every now and then we would say something to each other, but Elena remained quiet, just listening. I’ve cleared the pasta from my plate, but I notice she’s only picking at hers. As tiny as Elena is, she must have eaten her fill, or her nerves are taking over.
“If you’re full, you can put your utensil down.” Liam’s confirmation calms her and she lowers her fork to the plate, picking up the bottle of water and taking a sip.
“I know we all had STD tests and are clean and that, per the auction guidelines, you’re on birth control, but I’ll leave the option of using condoms up to you. Do you want us to wear them?”
“I’m good with no condoms.” My cock hardens in excitement. There’s nothing I want more than to take her bareback. Sex is so much better when not hindered by the annoying latex material.
Liam moves around to her and takes her hand. I can’t help the low growl that escapes me when she turns in the chair and stands. I’m able to see her bare ass front and center, and my hand aches to spank her as she lies over my lap.