Worthy: Cassius and Faith

11. Platinum

I waited,pacing my office. I’d watched from the security cameras as that dickhead Darren Payne put his filthy arm around Faith.

I called Gina immediately. “I’m going platinum level, and I want my virgin brought to me immediately,” I ordered.

“Yes, Sir,” Gina said, sounding both eager to please and surprised. “Which virgin can I bring to you?”

“Faith. Get her away from that fucking asshole Darren Payne and bring her to me now,” I snapped. If she didn’t, I would start a scene on opening night. I’d drag Darren Payne out of the club and drown him in the grotto, the sorry motherfucker.

“Right away, Sir.” Gina hung up. I watched the security video as she swapped Mia out for Faith, a smart move. Dumbass Darren immediately started grinding on Mia. He can have her.

Faith belonged to only one patron, and that was me.

I stalked to the private room and waited. I was eager to be alone with Faith, to bend her over the chaise lounge and taste her glorious virgin pussy. I had many plans for our encounter; I’d been running various scenarios in my head all day. My cock was already about to burst.

I was going to slake my lust for the girl, and I was going to take her all night. Then I would be done with her—once and for all.

There was a knock on the door, and my pulse kicked up. “Enter,” I commanded.

Gina strode in, her sequined gown casting reflections around the darkened private room. Faith tottered after her. She seemed unsteady on her heels. She stopped, gobsmacked when she saw me. “Mr. Blackwood…?”

“Mr. Blackwood is your platinum benefactor,” Gina explained smoothly. “You are his for tonight. No one else is allowed to touch you. He’s already paid the membership fee; the funds should hit your account tomorrow. All that’s required is your consent to the arrangement.”

Gina watched Faith closely. I waited, holding my breath.

Faith glanced at me, then nodded. “I consent,” she said quietly.

“Excellent.” Gina bowed on her way out. “Enjoy yourselves.” She gave me a quick, curious look before she took her leave.

Faith and I were alone in the dimly lit room. She wore black lace lingerie, simple and perfect. Her figure was amazing, young and nubile and ripe, her virginity just waiting to be plundered.

My cock was already screaming for her. It had been all day. It had been since I first laid eyes on her. Down, boy.

We regarded each other. The silence stretched out. She frowned at me.

“Is there a problem, Faith?”

“I’m just surprised you chose me… Sir,” Faith said haltingly. “After the thing with my phone?—”

“A simple yes or no will do,” I interrupted, my tone dark.

“What? Oh, sorry!” She shook her head. “I mean—I’m sorry, Sir.”

“That’s better.” The less Faith spoke to me, the less we interacted on a personal level, the better. This encounter was about getting her out of my system. Nothing more.

“Take off your clothes,” I commanded. “But leave the shoes on.” The sooner we did this, the better.

“Yes, Sir.” Faith wobbled on her feet as she slowly stripped out of her bodysuit. Her skin was pale, smooth, perfect. Once she was naked, she wrapped her arms around herself, shivering.

“Let me look at you.” My voice was hoarse.

She obeyed, dropping her arms to her side. I inspected every curve of her luscious body, my mouth watering. I longed to touch her, to feel her, to own and possess her. But I didn’t trust myself yet. A fire was burning inside me like I’d never felt before.

You paid for her. It’s a contract. Nothing more.

But I felt out of control, and Cassius Blackwood never felt out of control.

Faith was perfect. She was an absofuckinglutely perfect virgin. No one had ever taken her before. She was mine. She was everything I’d ever wanted, and my desire for her was powerful, inexorable. It was bigger than me. It made me feel… helpless.

And Cassius Blackwood never felt helpless.

“Go to the chaise,” I instructed, motioning to the convertible lounge chair that each private room boasted.

Faith hesitated, then did as she was told.

“Bend over it. Ass in the air,” I said coldly. I had to stay icy, detached. The fire raging in me was almost unbearable. I couldn’t loosen my grip and let down my guard, because all of my carefully constructed control would go down in flames.

She looked at me with wide, wild eyes. When I held her gaze, she swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”

Faith did as she was told. She bent over the chaise, her exquisite, round ass in the air.

“Spread your legs.”

She edged them apart and I was confronted with her perfect, pink, smooth sex. It was the most glorious sight I’d ever beheld.

All day, I’d fantasized about taking my time with her, running my hands down her smooth skin, burying my face in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent. Opening her up bit by bit, readying her for me to penetrate her. But taking things slowly seemed dangerous right now. My head throbbed. I wanted her so badly, I almost felt possessed.

It was better to make it more detached, more clinical, strictly physical, and about the sex. I approached her from behind. “I’m going to enjoy this, Faith. But I promise you’re going to enjoy it more.”

She glanced back at me, eyes wild. I grabbed the room’s remote control and pressed a button. A panel rolled back, revealing an enormous mirror on the wall. “Watch in the mirror, Faith. I want you to see me. I want you to see what I do to you.”

She jerked her head in the direction of the mirror. Her mouth was open in a little o, her eyes were wide, and her flaxen hair tumbled over her shoulders. She was helpless beneath me, her breath coming fast and shallow. She was mine for the taking.

I sank down onto my knees, her sex directly in front of me. Never had I seen a woman’s body so pure, pink, and perfect. Her pussy was wet, glistening along its gilded edges. Faith squirmed as she waited for me to touch her.

I took a deep breath, and then I finally allowed myself to put my hands on her glorious ass. I hissed as my skin touched hers, gasoline meeting fire. I kneaded her juicy curves, and she whimpered beneath me. I caught Faith’s eyes in the mirror; her pupils were dilated. She was turned on, and she probably didn’t even know it.

“Have you ever received oral sex before, Faith?” I already knew the answer. I’d read her intake questionnaire—Faith was a virgin in every sense of the word.

“N-No, Sir,” she said haltingly.

“Good. I want to be your first everything,” I admitted.

“Yes, Sir.” She spread her legs a little wider as I continued to knead her ass. I blew on her sex, and she shivered, muscles contracting.

I took a deep breath, inhaling her scent, readying myself.

And then I began.

My tongue darted up and down her slit—I’d never tasted anything so delicious before, so pure. She shook beneath me, surprised, but I held her ass cheeks firm. I was in control. Finally, I relaxed a little. I was in charge. I would make Faith come so hard she forgot what her name was.

My tongue darted up her slit to her clit. I flicked it repeatedly, gently at first.

“Oh. Oh!” Faith cried.

“You can make noise now,” I instructed. “I encourage it.”

I dove back into her sex, licking and sucking and exploring, all the while grabbing her luscious ass possessively, pulling her against me. I was gentle as I explored. But Faith started to get more aroused, grunting and whimpering, her sex quivering and pulsing beneath me.

She was driving me wild.

We got into a rhythm. Faith’s sex was coated in wetness—from me, from her. As I licked the length of her slit, she bucked back against me, moaning. Hot pride bloomed in my chest. She cried out; Faith was obviously enjoying herself.

I was Faith’s teacher—her one, her only. Her first. No one would touch her but me. I owned her.

Only for a little while, said the voice in my head. Remember the rules.

I ignored the voice, diving deeper into her sex, picking up the pace. My tongue darted into her sex, then to her clit again, where I began sucking and nibbling. Faith cried out, louder, arching her back. I checked the mirror. She was watching, but she was also lost in the moment, writhing in pleasure.

“Is my virgin going to come for me so soon?” I asked.

“I don’t… I don’t know,” Faith panted. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

Her sex was swollen, wet… ready. “Trust me, you’re close.”

I nibbled on her clit, and she cried out.

I loved the feeling of her beneath me, of my virgin being on the edge of unraveling. I loved being in control of her pleasure. It was a heady sensation, knowing that I was responsible for the enormous orgasm about to tear through her. I could feel it building. I eagerly grabbed her ass and buried my face in her sex, pulsing her against me, relentlessly pushing her over the edge.

Her pussy spasmed, and Faith cried out again. “Ah! Cassius! What are you doing to me?”

Hearing my name on her lips drove me wild. I went savage on her clit, nipping at it, sucking it until the tender bud throbbed in my mouth.

“Oh, oh, OH!” Faith came in a torrent, squirting all over my face.

I didn’t stop. I buried my face in her sex, sucking her through her orgasm.

“Ahhh!” she cried, her body wracked with spasms. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my GOD!” She came again in a flood, screaming her head off.

I chuckled darkly, burying my face in her. Faith was what I’d been looking for my whole life. She was a virgin and she was innately sensual, a heady combination. She was everything I’d dreamed of, and more.

Her body was still shaking as I finally stopped, letting us both rest for a moment. Never, as in never ever, had I made a woman come that hard—and that was saying something. I fucking loved how she’d screamed and shook beneath me, out of control, and came all over my face.

She’d been completely out of control. She’d been possessed by me and had given herself over to me in that moment. She’d surrendered to me.

That was everything I’d ever wanted. That trust. That connection.

I felt like Faith had been made for me.

And that wouldn’t do.

“Get on your knees,” I said coldly, “now.”

“Y-Yes, Sir.” Faith was wobbly, still shivering, as she lifted herself from the couch and sank to her knees. Her hair was wild. Her lips were swollen, parted as she breathed hard. Her perfect breasts bobbed up and down. She looked up at me, both expectant and wary.

She wanted more. I could tell.

I wanted to fuck her so badly I could taste it. But I didn’t trust myself. I felt out of control again, a fire raging inside me, the likes of which I’d never felt before. I’d hoped that giving her an orgasm would assuage some of the pressure I felt building inside of me, but it had only made it more intense.

Fuck, I thought. This girl. Faith threatened to undo me, and I couldn’t let that happen.

“Watch me,” I instructed. I unzipped my fly, and my cock sprang out, a screaming erection unlike anything I’d ever had before. Faith’s eyes widened as she inspected my hard length. A spark lit her eye, a glimmer of desire. Fuck. She felt the fire, too.

I grabbed my cock and stroked it, hard and fast. Faith watched me, mesmerized and eager. I could tell she wanted to touch me, to take me in her mouth.

I obliged. “Open your mouth.”

She did, and I slid my screaming erection past her luscious lips. Faith had never given oral sex before. But she was a natural. She relaxed immediately as I thrust into her mouth. She moaned in pleasure and began to suck.

This girl really was going to kill me.

I let her suckle me for a moment longer, but I could no longer wait. If I didn’t do something, I was going to take her right there, and I was so out of control I couldn’t let that happen. No, I had to take matters into my own hands—literally.

I pulled out and roughly rubbed my cock in my hands. I grunted, aiming straight at Faith’s face.

“Can I do that?” she asked eagerly.

“No,” I said harshly. I could tell by the look in Faith’s eyes that she wanted me. She wanted to jerk me off, she wanted to suck me off, and she wanted me to take her. She was already long gone, burning with the same fire I felt.

I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything.

But I didn’t give into it because I was Cassius Blackwood, and I didn’t give into things.

I watched Faith’s face. I was right on the edge. “Open your mouth.”

“Yes, Sir.” Faith eagerly did as she was told.

I didn’t tear my gaze from her as I reached the edge. Her perfect face, those luscious lips, her eyes, hazy with lust. Fuck, I wanted her. She was mine. Mine for the taking. Mine to possess, to plunder to own.

So close. So… close…

I exploded all over her face, coming onto her lips, her cheeks, in her mouth, on her breasts. She moaned in pleasure, desire sparking her eyes. She licked her lips and whimpered. I came so hard everything went white. I came so hard that I felt like I had died and was born again.

When I came to, I had one thought. Fuck. This girl.

She was going to kill me.

I cleaned myself up and zipped my pants. Faith knelt before me, naked and glistening. I wanted to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and take her to the bed. And never leave.

Instead, I tossed her phone to the ground. “You can have this back.”

She glanced down at it, confused, then up at me. “Sir…?”

I squared my shoulders. “You’re fired, Faith. I’ll see to it that Gina handles the paperwork.”

Then I strode out the door, not looking back.