Leah
I know my father is having one of his business meetings, but I don’t care.
I don’t care if it bothers him that I have to walk through the hallway and someone might see me. They rarely have, all these years. Plus, I left my phone charger in the kitchen from when I made myself a sandwich for dinner.
I’d realized that while I liked listening to music instead of the radio, the way I kept switching through songs really had eaten up my battery.
But in the hallway…
I’m in my room now, and I still can’t return my breathing to normal. Jacob Renaud, a man I’ve read about through researching some stocks I hold. I’ve considered his holding companies all good investments.
But I’m gulping now because the investment he’s going to hold is me.
My father sold my brother, used him to barter some trade deal with a foreign prince. That was that. I was the last bargaining chip my father had. I always knew some day, he’d trade me with less care than I showed the penny stocks I’d started with a long time ago.
Well, of course, I cared about every investment I made, but my father was going to throw me away like trash that would make someone else happy. He never cared about me.
Jacob Renaud.
I’d seen a picture once. I’d found him attractive, of course, but I hadn’t really given him more than a cursory glance. That was impossible, though, when he was standing before me, all hard muscle and very clean lines on his suit.
He looked incredible. I’d never seen anyone so beautiful in my life.
He was looking at me like I was already his. Jacob Renaud had said as much. My father would have me traded off for whatever business deal they were doing. That was that.
Renaud said he’d be back tonight.
I know he’d let me know that. I need to finish the program I’m listening to, but right now, my holdings are the least of my concerns.
No, I’m to be the next holding Jacob Renaud would have.
How dare he! It’s bad enough my father would do such things, and when that prince took my brother away, I was horrified that more than one person in the world could think this was okay.
But...I’m going to be Jacob’s. And it’s terrifying.
I’m infuriated that he thought he could own me. He’s going to show me exactly what being his meant when he returns.
I’m a virgin! I don’t know how to do things an actual man would like, even if I wanted to. He was so good looking, it made me dizzy.
But I didn’t want him just to bend me over and jam his cock in me.
Based on what I saw in the bulge, that was a sizable cock.
My father bought expensive women, brought home floozies, and he just jammed his cock in them in whatever location he was in. In this house, he’s done it dozens of times, and then sent them on their way.
There’s nothing fun or exciting about it, if that’s what Jacob is going to do to me.
It would probably hurt.
I try to calm my breathing. I’ve masturbated a lot. I’ve made myself come.
Maybe it’ll feel good like that, with Jacob. Maybe there’s more to what he had to offer than just shoving his cock in me. Maybe he’d make sure I was wet.
Dipping my fingers into my panties now, I realize that I’m wet already. Somehow, that doesn’t bring me any comfort, and I dip my finger in my mouth.
I taste the tangy flavor of my arousal on my fingers and wonder what it’ll be like for that big cock I’d seen outlined on his bulge to be really deep inside of me. More than my little fingers could do.
That’s when I feel his presence standing right there. My fingers are still in my mouth until I snap my eyes open and see him.
Oh no—did he see me do that? Maybe he thinks I’m gross, and he doesn’t want me.
Why am I afraid of Jacob Renaud’s rejection? Or more importantly, why am I scared of knowing what it meant if he did want me?
“You may not be a bad girl,” he said, closing the distance between us and grabbing my wrist before I could drop my hand to my side. “But you’re a naughty girl.”
I sucked in a breath, and I couldn’t release it.
My brain was screaming, and I could barely hear his next words.
“So, you’re not a virgin? I figured your father would’ve kept you hidden away too well for that to change,” Jacob said.
I took a moment to comprehend his words and then shook my head.
“No—I am,” I said, frightened and trembling out my words.
“That’s interesting,” he said, offering no inflection to explain in any way how he found this interesting.
His hand squeezed my wrist tightly, and he pulled me toward him by my wrist and with the other hand on my lower back. His mouth crushed against mine, and he kissed me.
I’d never been kissed before, but I assumed it was never as intense as this.
His lips closed over mine. His tongue ran over the seam of my mouth, and the slight part of my lips was all the invitation he needed to brush his tongue over mine.
The kiss deepened.
I liked the way his tongue felt on mine, and I kissed him back. I let my own tongue explore his. I kissed his lips, pressed my body harder into his as he crushed mine.
It made me dizzy, but I liked the way that dizzy felt.