Chapter Fourteen
Olivia
I truly do not understand this man.
He owns a gentleman’s club where he legit does sorta the same thing as my father.
However, he doesn’t kidnap women, and he doesn’t sell them for the biggest dollar. The men pay memberships for Club Rose where they and the ladies must sign contracts.
Everything is consensual.
But does that make it right?
I think about what he said at the kitchen sink, my mother would have loved you.
It makes me think of my own mother. I wish I had known her. I wish I could ask her questions. I wish I had someone who worried about my safety right now.
Would she have cared, or would she have run the sex auction with my father? What kind of person was she to have been married to such an awful man?
“Here,” Hayes says as we enter his bedroom, and he rummages through his dresser.
He throws me a black t-shirt with skulls over the front of it. “You can go in the bathroom and change. I’ll change after you are done and in bed.”
I nod; thankful he’s being respectful.
Closing the bathroom door behind me and locking it, I place the clothes on the sink counter and let the black dress I have on fall to my feet. My feet step out of the material, and I bend down to grab it and fold it, placing it on the counter.
Shit.
I don’t have a bra.
I didn’t wear one with this dress because Jessica said it was not a dress you wear one with.
Pulling the t-shirt over my head, I notice my nipples pebble through it.
I gulp.
I have no choice but to wear it like this. The t-shirt stops right above my butt, and I pull at it to get it to stretch some, but my ass is too big for it to cover.
You look like you are asking for it.
With no other choice, I unlock and open the bathroom door, Hayes is nowhere to be seen.
Taking the opportunity given to me, I run from the bathroom to the bed, pull back the covers, and jump inside them before he returns, hoping he does not see me.
Soon as I pull the covers back, I hear footsteps coming down the hall and Hayes enters the room again. “Sorry, I went to the guest bathroom and changed.” He’s wearing a white v neck t-shirt and grey sweatpants; my heart does a flip in my chest.
He steps over to the bathroom door and turns the lights off inside before making his way to the bed.
“Umm, I should tell you something,” I start, and he pauses before lifting the bed sheets on his side.
“Okay.” he smirks.
“Your t-shirt was not long enough for me. And I don’t have pants on.” I tell him shyly.
He removes the entire covers off the top of the bed exposing my legs to the open air.
“I see.” he confirms, his nostrils flaring.
“This was a bad idea,” I say getting up. “I’ll go sleep on the couch.”
Before I can get completely off the bed, an arm goes around my waist and holds me down on the bed.
A growl comes from the man behind me. “I told you to sleep here tonight. And that’s what you are going to do.”
“I don’t want to cause any issues,” I say looking into his eyes.
He grabs his bulge in his pants and my eyes widen. “You already have.” he states.
“And unless you want to take care of it right now, I’m going to advise you to roll over and go to sleep.” he snarls.
My mouth goes dry, and my eyes cannot look away from the bulge that is making my thighs clench and my head a little dizzy.
“Olivia, stop staring.” Hayes orders me.
“I can’t,” I admit, my cheeks flushing red. “I’ve never seen something like that before. Like when I walked into your office tonight after the event.”
Hayes’ eyes dart to mine and his Adam apple rises and falls. “Olivia,” he purrs, “What do you mean by that?”
My eyes finally look away from him and I can feel my cheeks get hot.
“I’m a virgin.”
Hayes
She is a fucking virgin!!
How did I miss that? The woman is beautiful, she was put into Ashton’s sex auction, and she is working at my club for Christ’s sake!!
I try to hide my facial expression of shock and slow the blood rushing to my cock.
Grabbing her chin, I turn her face back to me. “And your first time would have likely been with a man who did not give a shit about you had you been sold.” I tell her.
A single tear pricks her eye. “Apparently so.”
“So, you have never had an orgasm?” I ask her.
She shakes her head, no.
I move my hand down her waist, over her hips, and lift her shirt up.
My dick throbs when I realize her breasts are free under it.
Slipping my hands into her underwear, I pull them down her thigh, exposing her flesh.
Her breath hitches. “What are you doing?”
“I am about to show you how good you can feel.”
Leaning down, I grab one nipple into my mouth and alternate between sucking and flicking my tongue over the top of her. Her head falls back onto the pillow and her mouth opens in an O shape.
Turning my attention to the other breast, I do the same thing. Her breathing labors.
Slowly guiding my way down her abdomen, nipping at her hip bones making her jump, and planting a kiss right over the area in between her thighs, I hear her moan.
A smirk settles on my lips before I stick a finger inside.
She’s soaked just from the little bit I’ve done so far and it’s all I can do to keep my focus on this being about her and not me.
She is so tight; I don’t know when the last time was that I was inside a virgin. They are rare in the lifestyle I live.
“This is going to hurt at first. But after a moment the pleasure will take over.” I warn her before placing a second finger inside her, stretching her area the way God intended it to be.
While my fingers work her, I bend down placing my tongue over her clit and tease her a little before turning erotic.
Her back bucks and her thighs clinch around my head; man, I love it when women do that. Take all my air from me.
A third finger goes in when I think I’ve stretched her enough with the two and then I feel the rushing of her orgasm take over as her muscles and wetness drowns and chokes my fingers out.
Grabbing her clit in my mouth, I suck as hard as I can. Olivia screams out in one of the loudest moans I have heard, and it makes me dizzy for a moment.
My sweatpants officially need to go off before my dick falls off from the restriction of my waistband.
Easing my fingers from her, the sheets and my fingers are covered in blood.
Calming her breathing and coming down from her high she notices it too. “Oh my god. I am bleeding!”
“It’s nothing to worry about. I just popped your cherry,” I explain.
“My-My what?” she asks confused.
“It means I just took your Virginity.” I grin. “Come on, let’s get up and you can teach me how to change bed sheets before bed. But first, I need to clean you up.”