Page 28 of Virginity Sold

“My name’s Elena.”

“That’s a beautiful name, and your last?” Of course, Liam isn’t letting her get by with just that. We need to know it to confirm if it matches with his. If it does, then we just need to pry a little more to know their connection.

The bastard needs to pay, and as much as I hate to use the beauty before me to find him, I have zero qualms in doing so.

“Hastings, it’s Hastings,” she finally says. I glance at my family, a knowing look between us. The name matches.

I turn back to her and notice how she’s looking between us. Did she see our reaction? Does she wonder what it’s about or am I totally overthinking?

Her mouth opens before her melodic voice once again hits my ears. “As for the experience, Sir, I have none. No fingering, anal, none of that. The closest to anything I’ve done is a kiss, and that was so long ago and just a peck on the lips.”

There’s no way. It seems Cookie is truly a virgin. So pure in all sense of the word.

“Very well. Each of us has our own sexual proclivities. All of which will be new to you. What we need from you is a safe word. Something you wouldn’t normally say but that you’d remember and easily be able to give if you were uncomfortable with anything happening. When given, we stop immediately,” Liam explains.

She places her finger on her lip, tapping it as she squints her eyes. Then she smiles brightly. “Carrot.”

“Odd word, but it’s yours to pick. Next, please note while the first time for many is uncomfortable and painful at first, you will enjoy an orgasm, multiple times. That being said, Kyrian has expressed his desire to be the one to take your virginity. Any objections?”

She shakes her head.

“No, Little Mouse, we don’t accept anything as an answer but your voice. Don’t make me have to remind you again.” Liam’s voice is deep and authoritative.

“I have no objections.” She picks up her fork and twirls some pasta around it before taking a bite.

“Yes!” Kyrian fist pumps the air, which makes her giggle, and I’m immediately jealous.

“You mentioned your mother. How about your father? Are you close? What’s his name?” Liam questions her and immediately the smile that was on her face disappears.

“He’s not in the picture. My dad, Jeffrey, left when I was younger.” Once again, my family and I exchange a knowing look. It’s his name. The man who ruined our family is her father.

“He just left? No contact, nothing? That’s fucking harsh.” Kyrian speaks up.

“Let’s finish eating, then we can help ease Elena into what we each like.” Liam picks back up his fork and I follow his lead.

The rest of dinner passes peacefully. The only sounds are those of the silverware hitting the plates. No fork hits the plate at the same time, but the sound is peaceful.

Every now and then we would say something to each other, but Elena remained quiet, just listening. I’ve cleared the pasta from my plate, but I notice she’s only picking at hers. As tiny as Elena is, she must have eaten her fill, or her nerves are taking over.

“If you’re full, you can put your utensil down.” Liam’s confirmation calms her and she lowers her fork to the plate, picking up the bottle of water and taking a sip.

“I know we all had STD tests and are clean and that, per the auction guidelines, you’re on birth control, but I’ll leave the option of using condoms up to you. Do you want us to wear them?”

“I’m good with no condoms.” My cock hardens in excitement. There’s nothing I want more than to take her bareback. Sex is so much better when not hindered by the annoying latex material.

Liam moves around to her and takes her hand. I can’t help the low growl that escapes me when she turns in the chair and stands. I’m able to see her bare ass front and center, and my hand aches to spank her as she lies over my lap.

Chapter 15

Elena

Liam leads me through the penthouse living room. A large television takes up almost a whole wall. In front of it is a black sectional couch that makes a large C with two emerald green ottomans and a coffee table in the center, giving a splash of color.

Just when I think we are going to take a seat, he guides me toward a door. As it swings open, we enter a room that dwarfs my own house in size.

My eyes widen as I move further into it and my mouth drops open. It looks like a room right out of one of those sex movies. The bed is huge, more than big enough to hold all four of us. There’s an emerald blanket on it and large pillows. My eyes skirt over the cuff restraints hanging from the bed.

Scanning the room, I pause when I make it to the black swing thing hanging from the ceiling. Across the room is a large bar with cuffs hanging from it, and below it are two cuffs attached to a large bolt on the floor.

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