Virgin for Sale

“Why?”

“The money you … paid me. I used it to pay for my sister’s medical bills and to start renting that place. I’m not used to this. You’re rich.”

He kisses my neck, and I close my eyes. The scent of wine is on his breath.

“That I am. I could’ve paid a hell of a lot more for you.”

“You paid enough.”

He snorted. “You were worth so much more.”

His hand bands around my waist, keeping me captive, not that I want to go. I love when his hands are on me.

The memory of his touch was what kept me going when I felt filled with despair.

“I’ll never forget that night, Faye. I tried to find you after. I even hired a PI to hunt you down. You’ve got no criminal record, so finding you was next to impossible.” He nibbles on my neck, biting the curve. “I can’t believe you’ve been so close to me all this time.”

“Why me? You can have anyone else.”

“There’s no one else I want.”

“Haven’t you been back to Cherry?” I hate that it bothers me so much that he could have any woman. All he’d need to do is click his fingers and there’d be a long line of them waiting to do his bidding.

“No.”

makes me turn so

with so much promise, stare

I don’t know why I sound so shocked. I shouldn’t be,

only reason I was there that night was my friend. He likes to fuck a lot of virgins. Me,

why did you pick

I’ve been with who has been a virgin. I’ve no desire to be with another. The moment I saw your picture, I knew you were special, and I wanted you for myself. If you hadn’t sneaked out that night, I was going to talk to you about continuing after

I couldn’t look away.

can tell me to stop at any time,” he

want

my blouse. He takes his time. He puts the water bottle on the counter, grabs my arms, and walks me back. I don’t trip as he moves me slowly. I take each

we’re there, he goes back to opening up my blouse, his fingers

his hands

completely so, he steps back, and I watch as he walks around

muscular. For a man who spends so much time behind

wait with bated breath as he opens up his shirt, revealing his hard chest. His arms

power in his grip to make me do whatever he

I don’t fight him.

again, the vein at the side seeming to pulse. He doesn’t touch himself

walks up to me. His length brushes my stomach as he caresses down my arms, around my back, then settling on my hips. Licking my lips,