Chapter 3
On the barstool, my lady squirms.
“What’s in the envelope?” I ask.
“You really don’t know?”
I shake my head.
Neven slings on a cap and leaves. Vinnie, the Italian boss, lingers by the door, and I’m wondering if he’s my competitor for this fine hymen. Likely. I grit my teeth as time sprints while I wait, telling myself it’ll all be worth it in the end.
“We can stay here all night,” I say. “I prefer we didn’t. Time’s wasting, and I’d like to make the most of mine. Would you?”
“That’s the dilemma, Blake.”
She’ll call me Daddy later. I’m full of hope tonight, maybe slightly desperate.
I think she’s pretty is why. Also, I’ve noticed my preference for women with full hips, and this lady definitely qualifies.
I’m gonna hit a like on broad hips. Five likes total.
Only two more to go, Vanessa. Come on, baby doll, say Daddy, and I’ll put a ring on it. “Perhaps I can help with your dilemma.”
“Lock up when you leave,” the Italian says and tosses me the keys. “I’ll get ’em tomorrow.”
He leaves me with the feeling he’ll come for the keys in person and not send anyone. He’s either competition and wants to check out what happened between Vanessa and myself tonight, or he wants to do business he didn’t get to do tonight.
I’ll find out tomorrow. Tonight, my baby doll and I are left alone, cigar smoke replaced by the smell of pleasant disinfectants left over by the cleaning staff that scurries around the place. I ought to hire the fast crew. I make a mental note of that.
“I’d like another drink,” she says.
“I’d like to stop wasting time. What’s in the envelope?”
“A price tag.”
“For?”
“My virgin pussy.”
“Well, dear.” I extend a hand. “Hand it over.”
“I’m not sure I want to do this. You seem like a nice guy, and you said you didn’t know what this was. I can see how you’re not like the mob. You’re different. Maybe you want to let me go. No price attached.”
Smiling, I lean in and play with a lock of her hair. “When you signed up for this, what were the terms?”
“It’s a virgin auction. Terms are…vague at best. I thought maybe you’d be kind and just let me go home.”
I shake my head.
“You don’t wanna waste that much money. I mean, look at you. You get virgins for free.”
A poor attempt at persuasion. “Awww, baby doll, when I pay for something, I own it.” I tried nice. Now, not so nice. I need the rest of the fucking likes, but the lady is making me work.
Her face drops. “I misjudged you.”
“Everyone does.” I smile often and easily. It disarms people, makes them drop their guard so when I strike, I catch them unawares. “Hand over the envelope.” And take off your clothes. Leave the shoes on. I promise you’ll enjoy being mine.
Vanessa eyes the door.
I lean back. “Whoever made you this offer is gonna check in with me tomorrow. They’ll find out if I got what I paid for.”
“I don’t know why I’m doing this, Blake.”
“You need money,” I guess.
She nods. “I don’t even know what I’m doing.”
“Good. I prefer to tell you what to do anyway. Start with handing me the envelope.” I turn up my palm.
Vanessa’s eyes well with tears.
I palm her cheek and hook a hand on her hip, bringing her closer so she stands between my legs. I lean in and sniff her gentle fragrance. Vanilla blossom. My already-straining dick is about to rip a hole in my new suit. Nobody wants a holy suit. Besides the pope (bless him).
I hover my lips over a soft place behind her ear and kiss her there. “Do you think I’m ugly?”
“No.” Her breath hitches when I bite her earlobe.
“Some time spent with you would be lovely. I think you’re pretty, baby doll, and I’d like to fuck you. What do you say?”
“A one-night stand?”
“Sure.” I lie because she’s past the fifty-percent likes mark, so I’m at over fifty-percent certainty about wanting to see her again.
It depends on how much I pay for the pussy, what terms she negotiated with the Italians, but most of all on the Daddy word.
I’ll find out the terms tomorrow. Jesus.
My tomorrow is already looking booked with Vanessa-related business.
From the corner of my eye, I catch her hand as she picks up the envelope. I squeeze her hip and lean back, then accept the folded piece of fine paper. Very fine paper. Thick, beige, with intricate watermarked designs on it. I’ll pay good money for this pussy.
A line of zeros appear on the paper, and I take out a pen from the inside pocket of my suit and sign, then tuck it back inside the envelope before pocketing the vaguest contract ever.
If I didn’t think the mobsters had hidden cameras here, I’d make her spread herself for me over the bar. But I know security is watching the current feed. “Where is your coat?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “We were told not to bring one.”
I sling off my jacket and wrap it around her shoulders. She turns up her face, baby-blue eyes wide and apprehensive.
I peck her lips and linger, watching her eyes flutter. She likes me, though she’s fighting it.
“Do I make you wet?” I ask.
She nods.
“Can I check?” Of course I can.
Vanessa nods again.
I brush a thumb over her nipple until it perks up.
Then, stepping away, I head for the door and open it.
She remains standing, looking a little confused.
“Shall we?” I wave my arm to indicate my car and Brady, my driver, leaning against it.
The lady walks past me, and I toss the keys to Brady, who locks the club door by the time we settle in the back of the limo.
“Where to, sir?” Brady asks.
“Wherever we can eat at this time.”
“Fine dining, sir?”
“Medium. Italian.” Italian because I want to keep reminding my lady of what she signed up for and what kind of people she’s gotten herself involved with.
I don’t want her to forget lest she become sassy and doesn’t do what I say.
I like her cute, and reluctant, though not feisty.
Feisty doesn’t do it for me. I prefer not to waste time fighting her while I train her.
Brady closes the divider, and I unsnap my cuff links and place them in their holder. I roll up my sleeves, then lean back. “I’d like to check if you’re wet now. Show me.”
Vanessa’s eyes widen. Poor virgin nanny. I grip her ankle and place her foot on the cushion. The tiny skirt rides up and shows me a bit of her mound. “Now the other,” I say.
She rests the heel of her right leg on the cushion and closes her knees. Little pussy lips peek from between her legs, teasing her Daddy. Me. I’m her Daddy until told otherwise.
“I can’t see your pussy.”
Reluctantly, she spreads her legs.
There it is. Little glistening pussy. “I do make you wet.”
She’s red in the face. By the time Brady makes it to the restaurant, she’s gonna become like tomato sauce over my sausage.
I’d like to dip my sausage into her sauce.
Sometimes, my brain conjures up the oddest things.
I hope the restaurant isn’t too far away so I’m not time wasting.
I hope it is far so I get to watch her longer.
I rest my arms on the back of the seat; this way, I’m least tempted to touch her or jerk off. “Show me your breasts.”
Vanessa’s gaze is on the floor. She’d rather not look at me. A shy virgin for sure, and her cuteness makes me want to stuff her full of my cock. “Tell me, how does a virgin in her midtwenties even exist in Chicago?” A unicorn. I love unicorns. They fart rainbows.
Long dark eyelashes lift, and she peeks up at me from beneath her bangs. “If I tell you, you’ll think it’s stupid.”
“Unlikely.” After all, I was just thinking about my sausage and her tomato sauce.
“Since I didn’t do it in high school, then later in my early twenties, I decided to save it for my husband.”
“You desire a marriage before sex, then?”
“At least an engagement, some sort of a promise. But not anymore. Circumstances turned, and, well, the hymen went up for sale.”
“You don’t have to change your desire when your circumstances change.
” With few exceptions, when I want something, I demand it regardless of circumstances.
Her demands of engagement wouldn’t be unreasonable.
After all, I demand seven likes. The difference between me and her is that she’s like most people who never ask for things they want.
If she simply asked, my answer would surprise her, maybe thrill her.
If she becomes mine, I will teach her how to ask for what she wants, and how to deal with rejection as well.
A lady of mine shall be a queen married to the king, and my time on earth is king.
Instead of asking for what she wants, demanding I give her a ring before taking her virginity, she frowns.
I remove my tie and blindfold her with it.
Sitting down next to her, I peck her cheek, although I want to lick it.
I bet she tastes like fine wine from Chateau Bleu, where I once spent a pleasurable evening.
I brought back a bottle, but I haven’t opened it yet, even though when I returned to the States, I called up the owner and started importing the fine beverage to the US, tariffs and taxes be damned. It’s the least profitable of my businesses, but having fine wine on my tongue is worth it.
Having fine sweet virgin blood on my tongue will definitely be worth it, even though she’s still at only five likes.
I lace our fingers together and guide her hand between her legs.
We stroke her warm wet folds. “There,” I whisper.
“Like that.” Her lips part, and tiny moans escape.
I unlace our fingers and bring one to my mouth.
“Mmmm. You taste delicious.” I roll her nipple.
With the size of her breasts, I’m not surprised to feel large nipples.
Jesus. I love her tits, but restrain from groping her like an animal.
I pluck a nipple and tweak it between my fingertips. Her chest moves up and down, and she rubs herself faster, and I know she’s about to get off. I keep rolling the nipple. One, then the other, my breath on her ear. “Do you know what I do with things that taste delicious on my tongue?”
When she doesn’t answer, I trail my fingers over her collarbone and close my hand over her throat.
I don’t squeeze. Yet. It’s too early for that.
So many delicious things to do with the virgin.
Not enough time to do them all tonight. “I buy expensive things that taste good on my tongue. Those are keepers. Do you understand what I’m telling you? ”
Between breaths, she says, “You bought my hymen.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t know about that. I think I bought a virgin.
A package deal.” When she stops stroking herself, I use my fingers on her.
Once, twice, and she comes, a breath she held leaving her lungs in a whoosh.
Her head falls back, her legs drop to the floor, and she sits there spent and breathless.
“Good girl,” I praise her and pull down the tie so it loops over her neck. Blue eyes lock with mine, then dart to my lips.
She wants me to kiss her, coddle her, pet her, and so I withhold. Anticipation is the name of this game. Every kinky mofo knows anticipation is everything. “I’m taking you home,” I say.
Her eyes widen. She opens her mouth, then snaps it closed, unsure what to say.
“Where do you live?” I ask.
She grips the hem of my suit, chuckling. “I’m not telling you where I live.”
“Then I’m taking you to my home. Be warned, purchased items that I take home, I keep.”
Vanessa swallows.
I move back across in my usual seat so she’s not feeling trapped, though I’m definitely trapping her.
I reach into the compartment and pull out the business card for the fashion office and hand it to her.
“Now you know where to find me, and lots of innocents like you saw me with you tonight, so I’d be pretty stupid to hurt you since I have no alibi. Think about it.”
She’s reading my card for what feels like an hour. I grit my teeth, check my watch.
“Do you have some place to be?” she asks.
“Yes.”
“At this time of night?”
“Yes.”
“Oh my God, you’re married.”
“Not yet.”
“Engaged, then. That’s horrible. I’m the other girl.”
“Nothing of the sort, believe me.” I need to go home and jerk off, seeing as my balls are gonna leak blue cum on my boxers. “Procrastination of the inevitable irritates me, so I’m checking the time. We both know I can’t leave you on the sidewalk.”
“I haven’t thought this through,” she mumbles.
She’s tripping my asshole switch. I want the rest of the fucking likes, damn it, not an argument. “Which this? A billionaire has you locked up inside his limo. He also got you off, and you’ll get half his millions. Which part about this is terrible?”
She smiles. “When you put it like that…”
“The address?” I press a com unit so Brady can hear it as she finally tells me where she lives.
Excellent.