5. My Little Secret
Cassius
I hadn’t intended to kiss the virgin after I gave her multiple orgasms, but it seemed I couldn’t help myself. She gazed at me with wide, blue eyes as the sunlight streamed in from the grotto. Her full, luscious lips beckoned.
It was the most natural thing in the world.
It was also the most dangerous.
Our lips connected, and I devoured her sweet mouth. Faith tasted of purity. Her lips eagerly accepted mine. She pressed her gorgeous, naked body against me as our tongues connected. A zip of electricity jolted straight to my core. I almost came right then and there.
But even as I deepened the kiss, my tongue lashing the virgin’s, I had the vestiges of control. Or so I told myself. Faith writhed against me, her body begging for more, but I held back. Patience, patience…
I was going to take the girl. I would take her, and I would fuck her senseless. More importantly, I would fuck her out of my head once and for all. I’d almost lost control when I’d seen her with that other man. I had nearly thrown his ass over the edge of the pool deck to the beach below. Then I would’ve followed him so I could stomp on his throat.
It wasn’t exactly a good look for the club’s founding member.
I needed to wrest control back. There was only one way to do that: take Faith’s virginity, fucking her so thoroughly that I’d get my fill of the virgin.
Still, I wanted to enjoy it—I wanted her to enjoy it so that she never forgot about me. The marks I would leave would stay with the virgin forever while I moved on to my next conquest.
I’d never desired someone so much. My cock was heavy with seed, about to burst. When I’d gone down on her, and she’d shattered, I almost lost my goddamned mind.She’d never experienced pleasure like I’d just given her, I could tell. The virgin’s cries seemed to be a surprise even to her. She’d lost herself in rapture, unabandoned with feeling. It made a hot pride bloom in my chest. When she came, she came hard, squirting all over my face. She might not know what a treasure that was, what a treat, but I did. I wanted to make her come like that every day, every hour, for the rest of her life…
I pulled back, ending our kiss. I could kiss Faith like that all day.
Like I said, dangerous.
It was time to get back to business.
I straddled her, my knees on either side of her face, and her eyes lit up. This was what the girl was for. This was why I’d paid four million dollars for her: so that the virgin would do my bidding.
“What do you want me to do, Sir?”
It was pretty obvious; my screaming erection was pointed directly at her mouth. “Suck me off,” I ordered.
“Yes, Sir.” Faith’s eyes were eager, bright. I fucking loved it. Being with someone so inexperienced was such a turn-on. I’d only been with one virgin before, and I’d relished it, but being with Faith was different. It was so pure, so raw. She seemed to be discovering her body and its pleasurable secrets for the first time. We were unlocking the doors together, and I fucking loved it. I couldn’t wait to penetrate her, to make her mine, to insert my key into her lock and open her up to the wild, raw pleasure of the experience.
But for now, I would penetrate her mouth. She needed to learn.
“Take me deep,”I ordered, and she obliged. Faith relaxed her jaw as I inched myself in further, my tip hitting the back of her throat. She seemed to enjoy the challenge. She sucked me hard, moaning and humming as she worked, her body writhing in pleasure beneath me.
She put her hands on my ass and pushed me in deeper. I almost came right then and there.
“Fuck, babe, that’s good.”I thrust my hips, and she sucked harder, moving to my rhythm as I fucked her mouth. I could feel her getting excited beneath me. She was a virgin, but she was naughty, a natural. Faith looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes, but her lips gripped me, eagerly massaging my huge, hard length. Her tongue ran across my tip, stroking it as she took me deeper.
Faith was writhing as she sucked me, completely turned on. I reached back and palmed her sex, which was coated in wetness again. “You want my cock, don’t you?”
She eagerly nodded up and down, even while taking me deep into her throat. She moaned a yes sound, humming against my dick, and I picked up the pace. “You can have it, babe. But not yet.”
She watched me, eyes wide, as I thrust my hips, fucking her mouth. Faith was wet for me, so I swirled her clit while she sucked me off. She started to buck beneath me as she sucked, and I began to see white. The combination of her pleasure chasing my pleasure was already pushing me to the edge.
A powerful orgasm built inside me, vast and undeniable. My balls were heavy as they slapped against her face. She grunted in pleasure, her lips tightening around my shaft. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. Faith sucked harder. I fucked her with my fingers, out of my mind, and she moaned and sucked and ground herself against my hand, desperately seeking her release. She started to cry out as I fucked her mouth. We were both there. It was inevitable, and it was almost too much.
“Ah! Fuck!”I slammed into her, seed shooting out of me in a hot torrent.
We were both coming, flying high, cries and curses spilling from me as I spent myself into her mouth. Faith devoured me, swallowing me whole. She took everything I had to give. She bucked against my hand as I finger-fucked her, and then she came, too, her orgasm chasing mine as she shot out all over my hand. She spasmed and shattered beneath me, both of us a tangle of desire awakened, spent, and awakened again.
I collapsed in a heap next to her. Her body was limp. She was breathing hard.
And before I knew what I was doing, I pulled her against my chest and promptly fell asleep.
* * *
When I awoke,theafternoon had turned to dusk. Faith was nestled against me, asleep in my arms, her chest rising and falling softly.
I watched my virgin as she slept.
I didn’t know what it was about this girl. She undid me. Holding her in my arms seemed like the most natural thing in the world and a world-class event. I didn’t want to be anywhere other than where I was right now, alone with her. It was the best feeling in the world.
Which also made it the worst.
Faith was a club worker. She worked for me. We had a contract.
She was mine for the taking. By all means, I already owned her.
But per the club’s rules, I could only have her three times. She was only mine for a little while longer.
I was the one who’d written the rules. They were designed that way for a reason, the very reason I now found myself facing—attachment. I felt connected to the girl, which was dangerous. Feelings had no place at Club 444. It was a place for fantasy, for abandonment. The sexual release I’d just experienced with Faith was the whole point—the freedom of it, the purity of the exchange. There were no hidden agendas here. There was no room for longing. We had each other at the moment; that was all there was.
That was the whole point.
Faith and I had a contract. The structure of that agreement was what made being with her possible. That’s why I was here. If she was someone I’d met in the real world and I’d been this attracted to her, I’m not sure what I would have done. Probably, I would have fucked her immediately and then ghosted her. Or I would have simply avoided her altogether, not trusting myself to bother with any possible trouble. But here, with my rules and my contract, I was safe.
I would take her, and then I would take her again tomorrow.
And then our contract would be complete.
Faith would be a virgin no more, and I would be able to move on without a backward glance.
But for one minute more, I let myself hold her. As Faith was asleep, not even she would know.
It would be my little secret.