4. Maximus #2
On more than one occasion, she looks like there are things she wants to ask me too, but she holds back. Anything she does ask is simply a repeat of the question I posed to her, rather than her asking what she clearly wants to know.
Once we’ve finished our dessert, and they bring in our after dinner drink, I decide the time for skirting around is over. I have been waiting all night to have this conversation, and as she’s made it clear she won’t be the one to bring it up, I decide to address the elephant in the room.
“Maybe we should discuss your most recent bout of rule breaking?” I say casually, loving the way she freezes, her glass hovering just below her lips as her eyes widen almost comically. “Was there a reason you entered my wing of the house, despite being told it was off-limits?”
She’s clearly startled by my directness, after spending the last hour engaged in random pleasantries, and as she places her glass down on the table, she stutters whilst struggling to find her words.
“I-I… I-I mean, I…” She pauses and draws in a ragged breath, trying to pull herself together, before her words rush out. “Sorry, won’t happen again.”
The side of my lip lifts into a small smirk as I take in the flush on her cheeks. “What I’m wondering is why you stuck around for so long when you knew you’d been caught?”
“I don't know,” she whispers, dropping her gaze to stare at where she’s tightly clutching her wine glass, instead of making eye contact with me.
“Look at me,” I state firmly, my authoritative tone making the words seem louder than they actually are. My smirk grows when she quickly makes eye contact with me again. “If you can look me in the eye while I’m coming down another girl’s throat, you can do so while I’m talking to you.”
Her mouth falls open in shock, but she stays quiet. No matter how much she may want to, she doesn’t look away. Her cheeks flush more, and the rise and fall of her chest has become erratic, confirming she’s just as affected by this as I am.
I lean in closer to her, trying to ignore how her strawberry and coconut scent seems to make my head spin. When I finally get the words out, my voice is deeper and huskier than I expected. “Did you like what you saw?”
She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth, and since she’s unable to vocalise her response, she settles for a shy nod.
“Did you wish it was you on your knees?” I ask, not able to stop myself from picturing what she’d look like kneeling before me, her beautiful blue eyes staring up at me.
I watch her throat bob as she gulps, staying quiet. I know this is edging into dangerous territory, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I give her a firm glare, making it clear I expect her to answer me aloud, and I wait for her to find the courage she needs to respond.
“You said she’s one of many whores, and is easily replaceable. How many do you have?” The words rush out, and she quickly slams her lips closed once she’s finished, like she didn’t mean to say that.
I’m a little caught off-guard too. Out of everything she saw and heard last night, any question she could have asked me, why was this her priority?
I’m not sure she wants—or is ready to hear—the true answer, so I settle for a vague version of the truth. “A few, why?”
She ignores my return question, responding with one of her own instead. “Why do you have a few? Why not just one?”
I shrug, trying my best not to sound like an arsehole as I give her an honest answer. “Each one offers something different.” She scrunches up her nose in displeasure, like my answer offended her, and I can’t help but say, “Why do you ask?”
She pulls her shoulders back, like she’s trying to appear a bit more confident. “You asked if I wanted to be the girl on her knees for you. In the moment, I did. But I’d never be one of several whores. That’s just not my thing.”
Even though she sounds certain, there’s no denying she’s more inexperienced than she’s letting on, so I can’t help but ask, “Have you ever tried it?”
She shakes her head, her resolve not wavering. “No, but I know enough about myself to confidently say I wouldn’t like to share in a situation like that.”
My lips lift into a smirk as I say, “But the other things you saw, you would like them?”
Courtney pauses for a moment, shifting uncomfortably again, although this time I wonder if she’s rubbing her thighs together at the mention of last night. “Maybe,” she says eventually.
“What does that mean?”
She lets out a huff, her shoulders sagging. “I don’t know if I’d like it until I try it. But I liked the look of it enough to want to try.”
I shuffle my chair closer until my leg is touching hers, and I can feel the warmth from her body. I lean in so that my breath is fluttering across her cheek. “So there are things you haven’t tried?”
She lets out a humourless laugh that startles me. “Lots,” she says, not even bothering to hide her sarcasm.
I narrow my eyes on her, until she’s squirming under the weight of my gaze. “Explain.”
She winces, but I hold my gaze steady until she lets out a shaky breath that I can almost taste against my lips. “I’m not very experienced.”
I pull back, raking my eyes over her face as I try to interpret what she’s not saying. It takes me longer than I’d care to admit, as I can barely even believe what I’m thinking, but once I realise what she means, the words tumble out. “You’re a virgin?”
She nods, the confirmation hitting me harder than I expected, and I quickly shuffle back, needing to put some space between us.
Courtney has other ideas, as she reaches over and grabs my hand, stopping me from retreating as much as I need to. Her quick movement seems to startle us both, as she’s looking down at our joined hands with as much shock in her eyes as I have.
“This doesn’t change anything,” she says, trying to make her voice sound more powerful, more certain than it is.
I let out a harsh laugh as I pull my hand away, trying to ignore the hurt that flashes in her beautiful eyes. “It changes fucking everything.”
“Why?” Her voice sounds small and desperate, and it’s almost enough to make me want to cave.
“You saw for yourself, I have very particular tastes. They’re not the sort of games you play with someone who is inexperienced,” I explain, hoping that will be a good enough reason.
“Bullshit,” Courtney snaps, glaring at me. “You’d have to go slow for my first time, maybe the second too, but after that, it’d be no different to any of the other girls.”
I try not to let her words worm their way under my skin, as I want more than anything for that to be true, but we both know it’s not. I shake my head, ignoring how my dick perks up at the idea of ruining this girl’s innocence.
“You have no idea what you like or dislike. You don’t know what your limits are, so I’d be constantly worried about going too far, and I can’t have that.
“I like the thrill of the chase. I would love to break into your room while you’re sleeping and fuck you until you don’t know what’s real and what’s a dream.
“I’d want to edge you over and over again, until you were in pain, begging and pleading like a good little whore. I’d want to call you dirty names, and ruin you for all other men. We both know that’s not the sort of girl you are.”
She glares at me, her brows raising in challenge. “What sort of girl do you think I am?”
“You’re a sweet, innocent, nineteen-year-old good girl. There’s a reason you’re still a virgin. You want romance.”
She throws her head back and laughs, wiping away a rogue tear before she turns back to me with a glare. “I haven’t kept my virginity for some purity reason, or because I’m a hopeless romantic. I just haven’t met anyone who has made me feel anything.
“Honestly, before last night, I was starting to think my fucked up childhood broke me beyond repair. That I was incapable of attraction, or being turned on. It turns out, I just hadn’t found the right scenario.”
My breath catches in my throat at her admission, my voice sounding rough when I finally manage to get the words out. “Last night was your first real time being turned on? Did it get you wet?”
I can feel myself edging into dangerous territory once again, but when she nods in confirmation, it’s like the last of my good sense goes out of the window.
“Did you touch yourself?”
I hold my breath, waiting for her reply. She bites her lower lip again, before giving me the smallest nod .
“Use your words,” I snap.
“Yes, I did,” she replies, her voice sounding shaky.
“Did you come?”
She drops her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper as she says, “Yes.”
My breath hitches as my cock throbs painfully, now fully erect and straining against the zipper on my trousers. “Which part did you like the most?” I ask, leaning forward as I desperately await her answer.
I’m like an addict, waiting for whatever scraps of information she’s willing to throw my way. She seems to surprise me at every turn, and I need to stop underestimating her.
Courtney tilts her head to the side as she thinks about her answer. “The way you used her, the dirty things you said, and…the way you looked at me when you…finished.”
Her eyes darken as she fumbles over her words, not feeling confident enough to even say that I came. Her breath is coming out in little pants, making her appear needy and desperate, giving her cheeks a pretty pink blush.
“How did you feel when I called her nasty names?”
Her lips curve into a slight smile that makes my stomach flip. “I didn’t think I’d like it, but I did. I just don’t know why.”
She sounds confused, but she really doesn’t need to be. I reach over and place my hand over hers, the way she did mine not too long before. She startles, before settling into the warmth of my touch.
“You don’t have to know why, you only need to know that you enjoyed it. Was there anything you saw that you didn’t like?”
Once the question is out there, apprehension fills me. I want to do anything and everything with this beautiful girl, as I open her eyes to the world of pleasure that she hasn’t even dreamt about yet.
I don’t want her to hold us back by thinking she doesn’t like something before she’s tried it, but I respect her enough to have this discussion.
She pauses for a second, like she’s trying to find the best way to say whatever is on her mind. “I’m not sure I’ll like whatever you did to put those marks on her arse, but the only thing that really bothered me was there being others.”
The welt marks on Anya’s arse came from her being caned, which is a punishment she takes great pleasure in, but I’m very aware not every gets off on that level of pain. So that part isn’t too much of an issue for me, whereas the second part makes me more than a little uncomfortable.
I shuffle in my seat, struggling to know what the hell to say in response to that. There are many reasons I have multiple whores, and why I’m not monogamous, but Courtney doesn’t need to know any of them. She’s right when she says she shouldn’t have to be one of many.
“Well, when you find the right person to experiment with, I’m sure they’ll be able to commit to just you,” I tell her, deliberately keeping my words vague, whilst trying to hide the way my stomach is sinking at the thought that it won’t be me taking this beautiful girl’s innocence .
Courtney’s brows furrow in confusion as she stares at me. “Someone? What about you?”
My eyes widen comically and I shake my head rapidly. “Surely you know there’s a million reasons why it can’t be me. The age difference, for one. Miles and Marcus, for another. Besides, you’re here for me to keep you safe, not to take advantage of you.”
Her expression shifts, and suddenly she looks really bloody pissed off. “What was the point of this conversation then? You’ve just told me all of these fucking spicy things that you want to do to me, sparking my interest for the first time, only for you to turn around and take it all back.”
I don’t know what to say to that, as she’s right. I shouldn’t have started this conversation, as I knew where it would lead, and that nothing good would come from it.
The longer I stay quiet, the more her anger deflates. Suddenly, she looks so small, shy and sad, as she says, “You really don’t want me?”
I let out a harsh laugh as I squeeze her hand that’s still beneath mine, getting her attention. I then roughly pull her hand towards me, placing it over my hard cock.
“I definitely fucking want you. But I’m no good for you, Little Lamb. I would break you into tiny pieces, and I’d love every minute of it. I’m not a romantic, I won’t give you hearts and flowers like you deserve. I’m the villain who will take great pleasure in ruining you.”
She stuns me by squeezing my cock, pulling a deep moan from my throat. Her voice is barely above a whisper as she says, “Maybe I want you to ruin me.”
Fuck!
Despite nearly coming in my boxers, I pull her hand away from my dick, shaking my head in the hopes it will straighten out my spiralling thoughts. My cock is begging for her touch, but I can’t allow it.
“You really don’t,” I tell her, hoping I sound more genuine than I feel. “You should go, before we both say or do something we’ll regret.”
Courtney’s chair scrapes against the floor as she stands, her legs wobbling just a little as she tries to find her feet. I almost reach out to steady her, but I worry that even just the briefest touch against her skin will steal away the last of my already fragile control.
Courtney makes it to the door before she stops and turns to face me once more. Although she looks shy and nervous, her gaze never leaves mine, making her seem sure of herself. “I don’t think I’d regret anything.”
As soon as the words have left her lips, she turns on her heel and exits the room, leaving me with a painful hard-on and a level of excitement I haven’t felt in a very long time.
Now that I know Courtney is a virgin, she’s even more forbidden, but that doesn’t stop me wanting her.
She deserves a man who can give her romance and flowers, who can be slow and gentle with her, who will adore only her.
It’s been a long time since I’ve done any of those things, and even though Courtney is sure they’re not what she wants, she can’t be certain.
If she decides she wants a man who can lead her astray, who can teach her about pleasure and pain, who can show her what it truly feels like to hand over control to someone else, then I’m her guy. I may not deserve her, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to corrupt her.