Isaac leads me into a room in the back, which I expect to be some sort of sex dungeon, or perhaps something that smells dank and sleazy, like the VIP room of a strip club must smell. Still, I’m rather happy to follow him, because I can tell he wants to take me right now, right this minute, and I want the same thing.
In a way, it will ease the tensions between us to do the physical deed and then move onto the fake romance part of this— whatever that is. But I can’t deny I’m most excited for this part: to feel his hands on me, all over me, to feel him in me.
When we enter the room, I’m surprised by its ambiance, but I guess I shouldn’t be, since this is a place for billionaires with luxurious taste. Candles are burning, classical music is playing, and a large king bed with a canopy post awaits us. I almost feel as if I’m a princess in a fairy tale, even though in reality, I’m a common whore. Except being paid two million dollars for giving up my virginity is anything but common.
As soon as he locks the door, Isaac pushes me up against the bed. I can feel his cock behind me, pressing into my back, as he whispers in my ear. It’s so sexy I know I’m dripping wet for him.
He reaches into his pocket, and I assume he’ll take out a condom. Instead, he hands me a small blue box.
“Here,” he says, “wear this so it looks authentic.”
I open the box to see the largest diamond I’ve ever laid eyes on. I didn’t even know that there were diamonds this big and shiny.
“Is this real?” I ask, holding it up to the light of the window so that I can admire it better.
“Yes,” he says. “I wasn’t going to get you some cheap cubic zirconia. No one would believe that.”
“Wow,” I say. “Fake engagement, but very real ring.”
“Of course,” he says. “You can do what you want with it when we’re done with all of this. Sell it. Keep it. Whatever.”
“Thanks,” I say, putting it on my finger. Amazingly, it fits.
“Now, we’re going to stop talking about rings and I’m going to take your virginity,” Isaac tells me. “And then you’re going to meet my father. We’re going to tell him we’re engaged. And then we’re going to stage a big wedding. That’s all there is to this. Nothing more, nothing less. A simple transaction, with both of us benefitting. You understand?”
“Yes,” I nod, half excited, half a little scared.
He seems as if he’s trying to convince himself as much as me that this isn’t anything but a normal transaction. Nothing different than going to the store and buying a gallon of milk.
He takes the straps of my dress down off of my shoulders, and pauses before biting me on one of my shoulders.
Oh, my God.
I wasn’t expecting that. I jump, but a chill runs down my spine in a good way. He bites my other shoulder, harder this time.
“I’m going to claim you,” he says. “You’re going to be mine. Are you ready for me to pop your delicious little cherry?”
I nod as he devours my neck, kissing and nuzzling it. My body tingles all over.
He tugs on my dress and it falls off of me. He makes a “hrmph” sound that lets me know he’s pleased with what he sees. He undoes my bra with one hand and it joins my dress in a heap on the floor. I’m naked for him now, except for my thong.
“Very nice,” he says, his hands traveling up and down my body: fondling my breasts and tracing the curvature of my hips and butt. “I’m glad this is all mine.”
He seems to be restraining himself, holding back from saying or doing what he truly wants. His breath quickens and I realize he’s as into this as I am. My heart races.
He looks down over my shoulders, still behind me, as he cups my breasts in his hands.
“I love your big tits,” he says.
With one hand he begins playing with my nipple, his fingers tracing its edges and then squeezing it tight. With his other hand he undoes his fly and takes out his cock. He bites down on my neck once again as he plays with my nipple and rubs his cock on my ass.
“This is what I’ve been wanting to do to you ever since I saw you up there on that stage,” he tells me. I lean back into his firm chest and look up into his eyes.
His hand travels down to my thong and he hooks a finger underneath it. Pushing it inside me, he says,
“Your tight little pussy is dripping wet for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I tell him, my breath catching so hard I can barely talk.
He fingers me and then he takes his other hand off his dick and begins rubbing my clit.
“I’m going to make you come standing up,” he tells me, as the finger of one of his hands explores my pussy while the finger and thumb of his other hand squeeze my clit.
He spreads my legs further apart and inserts another finger inside my pussy.
“You’re tight, alright,” he tells me, as he thrusts two fingers in and out of me. “But your juices are dripping out on my hand, because your body is begging me to take you.”
“Yes,” I admit, giving into the feelings of lust and desire overwhelming me. “I want you to take me so bad.”
He plays with my clit and fingers me while his cock grows noticeably larger and swells fuller and harder up against my ass.
He’s playing with my clit so expertly that I nearly melt into him, sighing and moaning and realizing I’m about going to come.
“Come for me,” he whispers, biting at my neck and squeezing my clit.
“I’m coming,” I tell him, my ass shaking as it bounces up and down against the inside of his wrist along with the motion of his hand as he rubs my clit. “You’re making me come so much.”
“I feel your pussy juices running out into my hand,” he tells me, as he brings two fingers to my mouth and shoves them inside. “Taste what I do to your pussy.”
I lap up my own juices, staring straight into his blue eyes. He makes me so weak in the knees that I feel I need to lie down, once the orgasm is done coursing its way through my body.
As if reading my mind, he shakes his head, denying me the relief of lying down.
“We’re only going to use this bed for one thing,” he tells me, “and that’s for me to tie you up to it.”
He reaches into a drawer to retrieve some rope. He also takes off his shirt and pants, allowing me to see his ripped chest full of tattoos, his six pack abs, and his huge cock. He ties each of my wrists to a bed post and then he slips on a condom that he had also taken from the drawer.
He stands behind me and pulls my thong back over to the side, so that my entire pussy and ass are exposed to him.
“I love to grab your clit,” he says, doing just that, and automatically making my nerve endings tingle. “And I want to stick my cock into your pussy.”
But instead he sticks his fingers back in, teasing me, feeling me deep inside.
“You’re so tight,” he says, as if unable to handle it for one second more.
He spanks my ass, hard, causing me to jump.
“Ouch.”
“That’s for making me want you so badly that I spent so much money on you,” he says, and then he spanks my other ass cheek as well.
It stings, and tears come to my eyes due to pain, but I like it. I want him to do whatever he wants to me. And he does.
“I’m going to take your virginity now, Veronica,” he says, as I feel the head of his cock on the opening of my pussy. He pushes it inside me and I feel a tear.
“Oh, my God,” I say, having no idea how much it would hurt.
“Shhhh,” he says, playing with my nipples as he slides his cock all the way inside me. “You’re mine now. I’ve claimed you as my own.”
I let a moan escape my lips as he thrusts himself in and out of me. I lean against the bed posts to which I’m tied, letting him have his way with me, and thoroughly enjoying it.
“Isaac,” I cry out, moaning and gasping for air. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”
“You love how I fuck you, don’t you?” he asks, before biting my neck and my shoulders.
“I love it,” I tell him, giving into the sensation and letting myself go into a full orgasm. “I’m coming on your cock.”
“Come on my big, hard, strong cock,” he says, raking his fingers up and down my back. He grabs my ass and squeezes it, so that my pussy is clenched even tighter around his cock. “Fuck me for real before you marry me for fake.”
“Okay,” I tell him, convinced I’d do anything he told me to do.
I’ll marry him for fake not only because he bought me fair and square but also because these orgasms he’s giving me are so real and so amazingly good.
I’m so glad I came to the Exchange and I’m so glad Isaac bought me. This is exactly how I would choose to lose my virginity.