Fuck. I took Sarah. She's mine now. I have her.

So what the fuck do I do with her now that she’s standing in front of me, freshly delivered by my driver to my penthouse?

I know what I'd like to do with her. Bend over her tiny little body and start exploring just how tight her pussy is with one hand, and spank those soft moons of her ass with the other. Feel her tremble around me.

Taking her from her shitty no good parents was one thing. Owning her as some kind of collateral is another.

I know that the Virgin Market is the best way to recoup the money...

But I don't want to think about fucking money right now. In fact, I'm not. I'm thinking about her creamy thighs spread for me. Making her hold them open while her fingers tremble and her pussy is on display for me. Squeezing her tits until she cries out but not stopping until tears stain her face in hot streaks. Making her thighs as red as her face, and then spanking her pussy.

I'm not a complicated man, am I?

I like a sweet, ripe virgin as much as the next depraved motherfucker. I want all these things...

And yet, here come the goddamn complications.

Because I don't want that. I want it bad enough for my cock to hurt just looking at her standing here in front of me, but that frightened look in her eyes makes me want to ship her off on a plane far away. Give her a pile of cash and forget her name. Forget her face.

Forget her wet pussy trembling on my leg.

No, when her body responded to mine, she damned herself. Poor girl. She had no idea what she has in store for her. I'm the cock that stole Christmas. Or, rather, I'll sell her to that one. Though part of me wants to forget sweating an enormous amount of capital and keep her all for myself. But this isn't just about the money. I'm fucking rich, and that doesn't just mean protecting my assets. It means protecting my reputation. I'm not to be fucked with or fucked over.

You try to screw me over in business and if I don’t respond, then people we both deal with will think it’s okay to try it too.

No, a slap to the face like that needs me to respond in only one way.

A fucking mallet to the neck.

Because if you screw me, you need to know I’m going to fucking respond.

After what Sarah’s father has pulled on me, first off, it’ll be hard to do it again with my newfound paranoia. But if you do, then I’ll do what I’m doing now - sell your pure and untouched daughter to the highest bidder on the Virgin Market, the exclusive gathering of wealthy untouchable assholes who can have anything that they want. So rich that they’ve bought everything in the world so now they buy people.

The idea of Sarah being hollowed out by those assholes—if she's afraid and shows it—being sold to someone with even sicker thoughts than mine...or being compliant for someone else?

Those thoughts horrify me. The scent of her sweet pussy still lingers in my mind. My cock twitches and I resist the urge to palm it.

I look into her wide eyes.

I'm not going to be kind.

I can't be. The urge to be kind to her only pushes me toward trying to withdraw my feelings. Being stern with her is my only option, putting her off...but if I'm stern with her, it will only set alight my darker desires.

So I'm fucked either way. In the not getting to fuck her sweet body sense.

What a goddamn waste. She had a life, she has a sweet virginal pussy, and all of it is going down the drain because her parents are scum.

Well, that's not my fucking sob story.

"Strip, and get on your knees." I let no warmth or need penetrate my voice. If I'm a mystery, I'm more frightening. I can't have her thinking that she has hope. That she can escape. I need to get the idea of being nice to her out of my mind so I can focus on keeping her compliant.

For some asshole who is going to buy her. I'll train her.

Fuck, I need to text Trevor.

"I won't repeat myself," I say, leaning forward and allowing the menace that I might harm her move her trembling fingers to work.

She makes short order of her clothes, and gets on her knees.

"Good girl," I say, pulling out my phone. I snap a picture.

Sarah gasps.

"I'm sending this to TD. He will love to see your virgin pussy, so why don't you spread your legs for me," I say, every inch of the menace in my voice now full of triumph.

I used to fuck some of the classier rich widows here in Manhattan with Trevor back in the day. It has been a while since we destroyed some hot piece of ass. And we've never had something so sweet.

He's bought girls for a night on the Virgin Market. He told me last that he thought he should make a more permanent investment. And Sarah? Well, she's goddamn perfect.

And I get to fuck her if TD buys her, he fucking loves sharing pussy with me.

Of course, that's a thing we've only done in small doses.

But one night with Sarah would be all I need, right?

I have to fucking tell myself that. It's the only thing keeping me from just fucking Sarah now.

You gotta stop me if I try to.

Something goes over her face. Her eyes hood with lust while her breathing flushes her pale breasts to pink and she's panting in fear. She spreads her thighs and I take the pictures. I show them sending to TD, with just one word.

Virgin.

He texts back: Very nice.

I let Sarah see it and her fingers tremble, but she's so obedient, not moving a muscle aside from her shaking. Trembling as she is, I can't believe I see that flicker of something in her eyes. How innocent is this sweet little girl? What lies beneath the surface of Sarah?

Fuck, I want to find out. So badly.

"Let go, turn around," I command her.

She obeys, shuffling around.

"Now put your palms flat on the ground," I tell her.

She obeys.

I inhale the scent of her pussy.

Wet.

"You like listening to what I tell you to do?"

"I'm afraid," she says, her voice shaking.

I slap my hand down to her ass, landing with a smack against her hot flesh. It pinks for me and I groan. "That doesn't arouse you less," I say with smug satisfaction. I grip her ass, letting the whole cheek fit in my palm with a firm squeeze. "You don't speak again unless I tell you to."

I believe I got the message across.

My cock jolts in my trousers. I want to pull it out and just slide it across her bare ass, skin hot from where I spanked her and now grip. Just a touch. But my hands are aching to delve lower and I have to stop.