Page 36 of The Billionaire's Wayward Virgin

He had called me that a few moments before, hadn’t he? Had this billionaire… this arrogant, gorgeous, wealthy man… the man who had just delivered the first real punishment of my young life… had he just given me a nickname?

It’s time.

“Time for what?” I asked in a whisper. My voice came out in a croak. I swallowed hard at the sound of it, the way it reflected just how deeply Christian’s shameful training had affected me.

He pulled his hand away. I watched him raise it and bring it down sharply, his movements seeming to happen in slow motion in the picture window. The sound, and the sting. I yelped.

He lifted his right hand again.

“Sir!” I cried. “Time for what, sir?”

The hand came down softly, held my bare pussy gently.

“Time to decide, Leah,” he said. “If you ask me to be your sponsor, I’m going to fuck you, just the way you need so very badly despite all your defiance—or more likely because of it.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned, as he added his fingertips’ soft rubbing on the hood of my engorged clit for emphasis.

“But that will also mean accepting my rules, and giving me control of your apartment so I can come and go as I please.”

Come… and go…The shred of rationality in my head could measure Christian’s power over me by the images the words conjured up in my mind’s eye—those simple, basic words:come… go… come and go…

I need to come so bad… so, so bad…

I needhimto come and go… there, where he has his hand, as if he owns my pussy and my bottom…

Because hedidown them, didn’t he? He owned all of me, had spent good money to acquire all of me, but he had dressed my pussy and my bottom specially, in my first lacy lingerie, so that he could use me properly.

I had closed my eyes, but a new sound made them open again, wide and staring, to see that Christian’s left hand had gone to his fly, and the noise had come from him pulling it down, so that…

“Oh, no,” I whispered. “Oh, please.”

I had never seen one in person, but the billionaire who had just offered to keep me in comfort in exchange for full rights over my body held his rigid penis in his hand in the reflection as if he deflowered wayward young women every day. He stroked it slowly up and down, his attention focused on my backside. He took his right hand away from my pussy, drawing an involuntary sigh of frustrated need from my chest. I saw a smile creep onto his lips as if in response to the humiliating noise—to the unmistakable evidence that he had not lied, when he had told me he knew what I needed.

From a million miles away, it felt like, I watched Christian move around, to stand directly behind me. He bent his knees a little. His right hand descended again, to rest on my back, just above my tailbone. I heard myself let out a little puppy whimper, and then it became a moan as I felt the firm softness of the tip of my sponsor’s cock against the opening in me that nature had made… fashioned for a man like him to invade and to fuck, for his enjoyment.

I bit my lip as my hips jerked involuntarily—not away, as I would have begged them to do if I had retained any willpower at all, but back and up, toward the man who had punished me and taught me my lesson for hesitating to obey his demands. Such a little thing… to tell him about my underwear… that had started it all. I had refused to tell him about my panties, there in the elegant bar, and now here I lay over the back of my couch with a spanked bottom and a spanked pussy, and an enormous, hard penis ready to claim my virginity.

In the reflection, Christian’s eyes rose to mine, and I gasped at the utter transparency of his expression’s meaning. Down below, I felt him rub the head of his manhood up and down gently, just parting the petals of my inner lips. For the first time in long moments I remembered that my own hands remained on my thighs, spreading myself so that my keeper could play with me in that obscene, teasing way. His face made me recall that degradation, because his face said, “I can do this for as long as you need me to, so that you have time to understand just how badly you need this cock.”

So badly that I would do anything. Obey any command. Submit… yield despite the rebellious spirithehad brought out in me… submit even to… tothat.

The tip of my sponsor’s hardness pressed inward, just a millimeter. My hips bucked again in that mortifying, needy motion, begging him with my body to take me, use me, possess me. I closed my eyes at the rush of heat to my cheeks, and I whispered my question.

“What rules?”

CHAPTER20

Leah

“Very simple ones, Rebel,” Christian replied, his voice calm but a little thick, I thought, with his arousal. “You will obey me. In particular you will keep yourself ready for me to use you when and as I please.”

My wayward hips jerked again, and I let out a little cry of mortification at the way my body had betrayed me—deeply mingled with the sheer alarm his words evoked in me. Terror of what it meant: my obvious, disastrous craving for the monstrous ‘rules’ my sponsor had just laid out.

He had called them simple, and he had spoken the truth. Could I even really call themrules? Of course: I didn’t have a choice, because Christian had named them that. Theywererules, because I had not the slightest doubt that any deviation from them would provoke disciplinary measures that terrified me even as my treacherous body longed for them against all reason.

His left hand stroked the skin of my back. He had somehow turned every inch of my body, even the parts I would never have called erogenous, into a network of lewd desire. The gentle caress just above my tailbone made me whimper and push back, press my desperate pussy against the teasing knob of my keeper’s penis.

The humiliating idea that I might deflowermyselfthat way—that Christian had such sexual power over me that he could make me impale myself on his hardness and take my own virginity—floated into my mind. Instantly I felt the qualm that if I managed to do that I would steal from him his triumph over my innocence… that Christian wouldn’t stand for it… that he would punish me, not let me come, spank my pussy even harder…closemy pussy… seal me up so that no one could fuck me there.

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