Sebastian
Deshawn hadn’t explained our deal. That was apparent from her shock in my office so he got a small reprieve for that. He’d offered her up like some virgin sacrifice to cover his ass, that I should be honored to accept. He belonged in a jail cell for stealing from me, and had my curiosity not been piqued by the woman, that’s where he’d be.
No one defied me. A piece of ass wasn’t something I usually considered trading, but since I wanted the little innocent, I decided to make a concession. A rare occurrence. Deshawn was going to pay back every penny he owed me so the little blonde bombshell? She was what sealed the agreement. I’d wouldn’t fuck her without permission, but no one ever turned me down. She would be mine. Using her to fulfill my needs then sending her on her way when I was satisfied maybe I’d consider his debt paid in full. Along with the money, of course.
“Mr. Church, your guest has arrived.” The quiet knock on the door to my study along with the words I wanted to hear made me smile. This should prove to be an interesting night.
“Send her in and I don’t want to be disturbed again tonight, Mason.” My servant was well-trained in my preferences and I considered him one of the few people I trusted. He’d been with my family all my life, as I’d brought him with me when I moved to the states.
She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and I wasn’t sure if I was amused or insulted. I’d never had a woman arrive in casual attire in my home. Most were dressed to seduce, and oddly enough, I was discovering I liked this more laid-back sense of fashion on her.
“You’re late.” Standing up I walked over, towering over her petite frame. The T-shirt accentuated her full breasts and I decided there was something to be said about a woman wearing one. She was perfection.
“Traffic was horrible.” She raised her chin stubbornly and I was going to enjoy breaking in this little beauty. “So, why am I here, Mr. Church?” She swallowed nervously and I loved knowing she was intimidated.
I ignored her excuse and looked her over, taking in every curve. “Call me Sebastian. We’ll be spending time together and there’s no need to be formal here.” That’s the name I wanted on her lips when I grabbed her hair and fucked her from behind. The thought had my cock aching.
“Fine. Sebastian.” She sighed deeply, her breasts lifting and falling, tempting me to taste them. “Why am I here?”
Telling her to drop to her knees and use that mouth for what it was made for probably wouldn’t get me what I wanted, so I improvised. “I made that perfectly clear in my office. Whatever I ask and nothing less.” I motioned to my desk and the chair before it. “Sit.”
She rolled her eyes and my desire to push her up against a wall grew even stronger. Thankfully, she didn’t tempt the fates and walked over to sit that very sexy ass down like I’d asked. “Could you be a little more specific, please?” The please was spoken on a scowl, and I knew I needed to teach her manners.
“How clear can I be? You’re here to take care of whatever needs I might have. I want you at my disposal twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.” Her easy to read green eyes widened and I liked knowing I’d shocked her.
“You expect me to live with you?” Could anyone be as innocent as her gaze portrayed? It had to be an act. “I can’t do that.”
“Then walk out that door and don’t look back. I’m not a patient man, Ashley. That’s the position I’ve hired you for.” If she left, Deshawn would have to dig something else out to make up his betrayal to me, but if she stayed, I would own every inch of her.
“Are you paying me overtime?” She’d sealed her fate and proven to be just as callous as every other person I’d been in business with. The salary was nothing, she’d more than make it up to me.
“I am. Now, should we finalize this arrangement?” Run while you can, little girl. Once you’ve agreed, I’ll destroy you.
Her small nod was all I needed. Walking around the desk I slid a folder over for her perusal and sat down in my chair so she could read it. With every sentence her eyes widened more and when she put her hand to that delicate throat I knew she finally understood.
“I don’t know what kind of woman you think I am, but I would never allow you to do those things.” The fact that she was still sitting in that chair and reading my sheet of demands told me otherwise.
“Then you’re willing to let Deshawn go to prison. He was under the impression you’d save him.” Those expressive eyes shot to mine and I could see the shock laced inside those emerald depths. I had to have her!
“What are you talking about?” Her voice was a soft whisper and the fear that clouded her gaze almost made me feel sorry for her. It wasn’t emotion I would allow.
“I should have let him tell you, and not leave it up to me to deliver the news of his criminal activity.” I was rather aggravated having to explain his failure. “Your friend embezzled money from me and almost got away with it. Thankfully, my CMO is brilliant and she discovered his scheme.”
“Deshawn wouldn’t do that.” Her beautiful face was filled with sorrow, and again I felt something stir in my soul that baffled me. Pushing it away, I grabbed the folder and turned to the back page showing the spreadsheet that proved his guilt.
“People are rarely who you think they are.” I’d learnt that lesson early in life and remembered the betrayal that forced me to turn into the cold hearted bastard I was. I could see the disbelief and picked up the phone dialing Deshawn’s number. When he answered, I said, “Tell her the truth about the embezzlement.”
“I’m sorry, Ashe. I wanted to tell you.” His sniveling voice irritated me because her hand flew over her mouth as tears filled her eyes. She was bravely fighting them back. That was a point in her favor. I hated weakness.
“Tell her!” I wanted to end her pain from him and get him off the phone.
“It’s true. I took the money. I’m going to pay it all back, though. You don’t have to.” I cut him off by ending the call and forced my attention back to the woman before me.
“I need a minute.” That soft voice was so broken. It made me want to destroy Deshawn for betraying her trust. I balked at the sentiment.
“Take all the time you need. Open the door when you’ve composed yourself.” I walked out into the hall, closing the door behind me.
Was I such a callous asshole that I’d use this woman as payment? I knew I was. I’d never wanted to fuck a virgin before. I preferred my women knowledgeable and adventurous in bed. Tenderness was something I didn’t know. I was not inclined to learn. Sex was about fulfilling needs and nothing more. There was something about her, though. I wanted to fuck her until she was ruined for all other men.
I wasn’t into freaky sex, but I’d tied up a woman occasionally. What I enjoyed was serious power fucking, and edginess. Anything that pushed the boundaries of a woman and left us both so gratified that we wanted to do it repeatedly. I’d never had one leave my bed unsatisfied.
The door opened, and I wasn’t sure how long it had been. Walking back inside, she’d taken her chair again, and I took mine. “So, have you made a decision?” I saw no need to mince words. I knew what I wanted and she wasn’t here as a friend.
“Are you going to hurt me?” I didn’t like the timid little girl who’d taken her place and knew I had to get her back in the right mind frame.
“Only if that’s what you want.” I wasn’t going to beat her, as that was disgusting to me, but I could add a little pain if she asked.
“You make me sick.” Her words were still softly spoken, even as she insulted.
“You’ll learn to want me more than any man.” It wasn’t ego talking, I knew how skilled I was in bed. Shrugging, I let her words roll of me, because they didn’t matter. The bottom line did. “Are you agreeing?”
“I’m a virgin.” Did she think that would save her? I didn’t mind setting her straight.
“You won’t be for long, if you say yes.” It was rude, but I wasn’t known for my flowery words.
“God! Yes, okay. Just promise me that Deshawn is no longer indebted to you.” The tears made me angry, and I wanted to demand she stop them.
“I’m the only religion you’ll ever need. Leave your precious God out of this. Now, get yourself together woman.” Standing up, I walked over to the bar and poured her two fingers of scotch and brought it back. “Weakness is something you should never show your opponent.”
She took the glass from my hands, downing the contents in one gulp. I poured her another. “Is that what I am to you? Something you need to conquer?”
“Maybe. I’m not sure what it is about you that makes me want this so bad.” I could have denied it, but why bother.
“Are you always so honest?” She took the second glass I offered and sipped on it, her tears drying and a strange mix of sadness and humor filled her eyes.
“I won’t lie. There’s no reason for me to. You’ll learn, I never make promises I don’t keep.” It’s true, I was a sonofabitch but people always knew where they stood with me.
“I don’t know how to do this, Sebastian. Any of it.” She clenched her small hands around the glass and she fidgeted nervously. I didn’t want to deal with her crying again.
“Then I’ll teach you.” Taking the glass from her hand, I put it down then pulled her out of the chair roughly. Hauling her against me, I kissed her with a savageness that was probably too much for an innocent. I didn’t care. I wanted her and she would learn.
My tongue plunged into her mouth, demanding she respond, and after a few seconds, she did. She tasted like strawberries and scotch and I wanted to rip off those jeans and see if the rest of her tasted as good. There was no doubt in my mind it would. Virgin pussy was a new delight and I wanted to indulge. I’d force myself to refrain, for now.
Pulling away, she stumbled back slightly and I righted her. “Let’s go over the details.” I forced myself to walk back to the desk and sit because if I didn’t I was undressing her and taking her on it. I was a man who demanded control of himself and this would be no different.
“This is simple. You’ll live here with me, go to work when I do, and be at my beck and call always. I think you understand that?” At her nod, I continued, and it gave me great satisfaction to see the shock on her face. “I will fuck you when I want, how I want, wherever I want until I’ve decided this arrangement is over. Are we clear?”
Her arms crossed over those luscious breasts, and I saw the fire returning to her eyes. “Yes.” Her full lips had tightened and I knew she was angry but she’d get over it. Or not.
“When I decide I’m done, you can work for my company either as my personal assistant or in another capacity, which we’ll discuss when that time comes.” I hadn’t planned to keep her on, but I could be fair. She didn’t deserve to lose her job when she no longer held my interest sexually.
“Any questions?” She shook her head \, and I was pleased that she was being respectful and not giving into female emotions. “Good. Let me show you your room.” The fear that filled her eyes was unacceptable and I knew I had to work on that. I wanted her trembling in anticipation about fucking me, not acting like some scared school girl.
She followed me up a long ruby-carpeted staircase, and I led her to the room that would be her private sanctuary. I enjoyed my privacy, so while we’d fuck in my bed, I didn’t expect her to sleep in it. I didn’t want to give her the impression that this was anything other than a mutual exchange of pleasure.
I opened the door and motioned for her to walk in, not following. “This is your room while you’re with me. I won’t enter it and when you’re in here, your time belongs to you.” She looked surprised but I couldn’t read her mind so I didn’t know what she truly thought. “Get some rest tonight. We have an early morning.”
Closing the door, I left her alone, knowing I needed to have a plan before I claimed what was now mine. The satisfaction of having her giving in was enough for now. My cock wasn’t on the same page, but it would let me lead. A man didn’t make it to my level without controlling his baser instincts. Walking to the end of the long hall I entered my room, and stripped down.
Normally, I didn’t rely on self-gratification, women were easy to find, but for the moment, there was only one I wanted. Climbing into bed I lowered my hand down and gripped the wide width of my cock, stroking the long length as I imagined a green-eyed beauty using her hand to please me.
Maybe I was wrong to have never have fucked a virgin before. It might be interesting to teach a novice how to pump the monster I was packing and telling her how I liked my balls fondled as she got me off. Working my hand faster, I imagined a set of plump pink lips stretching wide to take me in and hitting the back of her throat, forcing her to take as much as she could.
Keeping the fantasy going, I imagined sliding between her silky thighs and my cock ramming into the tightest pussy imaginable then fucking her until she was screaming out my name in pleasure. My hand was moving so fast as the pleasure mounted I knew it wouldn’t be long now. I was going to claim all of her. Her mouth, her pussy, even that fine ass that looked so damn good in those jeans.
Ashley Mulder would be mine! I came hard, streams of my white pearly essence covering my hand. I’d teach her to drink that down too. Chuckling at the mess I made, I slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom to clean up. I hadn’t come that hard in a long time.