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  “Yes…but I have some stipulations.”

  He raised an eyebrow.

  “I don’t want to be bossed around. I don’t want to be told to shut up. I don’t want—”

  “Let’s not forget I’m paying a fortune to enjoy you. So I can do and say whatever the fuck I want.” He turned cold, cold like he’d been the first time we met. “This is my fantasy, my fetish. If I want you to shut up, you’ll shut up. If I want you on your knees, you’ll get on the floor. This is a transaction, a service you’re providing me. And I want the experience that I’m paying for. Understand?”

  I kept my mouth shut, my anger rising to the surface. I didn’t appreciate being spoken to like that, but I shouldn’t have expected anything less. Sometimes Slate was kind and quiet, and in those moments, I forgot how huge of an asshole he could be. There were two different versions of him, one that kissed me and talked to me over sandwiches. Then there was this version…the mean and cold dictator.

  “You get no stipulations, sweetheart. You take the money and let me do whatever I want. That’s how this works.”

  The self-loathing returned, and I was tempted to walk out of there again. I didn’t want my first time to be with a controlling asshole who treated something so intimate like sex with a prostitute, but now that my loans were an even bigger problem, I had no choice. I had to make this go away. Otherwise, I had absolutely no future.

  He kept staring at me as he waited for my cooperation. He was absolutely still, stationary like a statue. His eyes didn’t blink or shift, and that level of stillness was scary. He was like a predator that hid in plain sight. He was so quiet, you didn’t realize he was there until it was too late.

  “I understand…”

  “Good. Then check in to the hotel like last time. I want you naked on the bed when I walk in.”

  9

  Slate

  I WAS hard in my jeans before I made it to the door.

  I’d been waiting for this moment for nearly two weeks. I hadn’t been with another woman in the meantime because I’d been so focused on getting in between Monroe’s legs. Her resistance aroused me, but her surrender turned me on even more. I admired her for trying to do the right thing, but I loved it when her attempts failed. The power surged through my veins, and that only made my dick harder.

  I’d finally conquered her.

  I slid the card into the lock then stepped inside. The room was exactly as I liked it, and I spotted her dress and shoes near the dining table. Her panties were there too. I stood over them and stared, my cock pressing against the zipper in my pants. I opened my wallet and pulled out the check written in her name. I set it on top of her panties, knowing she would understand the significance when we were finished.

  Then I stripped down, knowing she was naked on the bed and waiting for me. My cock was so eager to be inside her that it twitched in my boxers before I could get them off. I got down to my skin then made myself a drink—to celebrate.

  I’d never wanted to fuck a virgin more.

  I licked the scotch off my lips then stepped into the open bedroom.

  As I’d asked, she leaned against the headboard with her knees pulled toward her body, obscuring her goods. Her arm was draped across her chest, hiding her tits from view. Her hair was curled, and she had dark makeup around her eyes, making them look smoky and sexy. Her eyes were filled with the same trepidation she showed last time, like she hated herself for doing this just for the money.

  What she didn’t understand was how much this would change her life—for the better. That money would make most of her problems go away. And the sex would be the best she would ever have. If only she trusted me.

  I moved to the edge of the bed and grabbed her slender ankle. My thumb caressed the little bone, and I gently tugged on her extremity. She resisted me at first until she relaxed. I straightened her leg then grabbed the other. I gave a gentle tug, pulling her down the bed and closer to me.

  My eyes roamed over her body, seeing her perfect waistline, her perfect tits, and that freshly shaved landing strip. I moved farther onto the bed then gathered her legs in my arms. I pulled them apart, revealing her gorgeous slit. She wasn’t oozing from her entrance like most woman would be, but once I had her warmed up, she would be ready for me.

  Without asking for permission, I moved my face between her legs and kissed her.

  Her belly rose with the breath she inhaled, and she let out a little scream of surprise. Her hands were on the bed on either side of her, and she automatically gripped the sheets when she felt my warm mouth against her nub.

  I didn’t spend a lot of time kissing a woman’s cunt, but I’d been fantasizing about this for weeks. I sucked her little nub into my mouth and pulled gently, making her back arch instantly and her breathing quicken. My tongue circled the area before I continued kissing her, continued devouring her.

  She finally relaxed once it started to feel good, and all the tightness in her back faded away. She breathed deep and hard and clawed at the sheets on either side of her. Soon, the moans began, sexy little sounds that filled the bedroom.

  I kissed her hard and felt my dick swell like a balloon. I liked the way she tasted, the way she responded to me as if a man had never kissed her like this before. My tongue dived into her slit, and I felt her moisture start to flood her channel.

  Maybe I wouldn’t need lube after all.

  Her moans grew regular, and she started to gently rock her hips back into me, like she wanted more of my mouth.

  I sucked her nub firmly, making her hips buck hard, and then I pulled away. I wanted to bring her to the verge of an orgasm so when I put my fat dick inside her, she would be able to come around me despite the pain.

  I held myself on top of her with one arm then inserted a finger inside her. She was definitely wet, but I noticed something else. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” I saw my desire mirrored in her eyes, and even if I hadn’t, I could certainly feel it on my finger. I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth as I continued to finger her, to get her cunt to relax enough so I could slip my big dick inside her next.

  Her lips were unresponsive at first, probably because of the taste of my mouth. Maybe she’d never tasted herself before and it took a moment to ignore. Her mouth started to move with mine, and she panted as I fingered her, prepared her for the real thing. Her hands gripped my shoulders as she braced herself for what would happen next.

  I was much more generous this time around because I didn’t want her to ditch me again. So I showed her how good sex could really be—even without intercourse. I kissed her and fingered her for a while as I got her as hot as possible. More arousal flooded her entrance, and she started to rock back into my palm.

  I was so fucking hard.

  We hadn’t even gotten to the fun part yet.

  I pulled my finger out of her slit and ended the kiss. Now I couldn’t wait to push through her tightness and pop that cherry. I couldn’t wait to feel that incredibly tight pussy, to watch her work to take me. I hoped she would cry, because that was the perfect thing to come to. I grabbed my dick and pressed my head against her small entrance. Her lower lips were uncooperative, so I would have to sink slowly until I could get her to stretch for me. She was smaller than usual, so it would take some time.

  But I was a patient man.

  I slowly pushed inside her, waiting several seconds before I could even get my head past her lips.

  She gripped my arms and breathed hard as she allowed me to enter her. Her eyes were locked to mine and full of distress. She’d been aroused just seconds ago, but now her body was tightening everywhere.

  “Stay with me, sweetheart.” Once I was fully inside her, there was no going back. I would hold her down until I finished if I had to.

  “I can’t…this doesn’t feel right.”

  “I’ll make you come. I promise.”

  “No…” She pressed her hands against my chest. “Get off.”

  I stayed put, wanting to disobey her and do it
anyway. No one would hear her screams, and she couldn’t fight me off.

  But I never wanted to be that guy. It was one thing to pay for pussy—another to take it without consent. “Fuck.” I moved off her, my dick so hard it actually ached. I lay on my back and dragged my hands down my face, trying to bottle my frustration as best as I could.

  She left the room and grabbed her clothes from the dining table.

  I lay there, blowing smoke out of my nostrils while my hard cock continued to throb against my stomach. He was so hard, and the only way he would stop being hard was if he had an orgasm. It’d been two weeks since the last one.

  Instead of storming out right away, she stood in the doorway and stared at me. “I’m sorry.”

  I stared at the ceiling and ignored her. I was too pissed off to talk. She’d teased me again, and an apology wouldn’t make up for it. It drove me crazy every time I imagined finally fucking her, and she took that dream away over and over. I’d even doubled my offer for the opportunity, but she still wouldn’t give it up. “Leave.” I didn’t raise my voice or project an angry tone. I just wanted her out of my sight—so I could beat off in peace.

  But she continued to linger, unsure how to absolve her guilt.

  I refused to make her feel better by telling her it was okay. It wasn’t okay at all.

  She set her purse down on the dining table then removed her dress again.

  Now I turned still, even my breathing stopped. Maybe she’d changed her mind. Maybe this would happen after all.

  Her knees hit the mattress, and she moved on top of me, beautifully naked and smooth. She arched her back in the sexiest way, bending like a cat, and she stuck her ass in the air as she brought her face to my dick. She wrapped her hand around the base then pointed my shaft at her mouth. Then she deep-throated me.

  I closed my eyes when I felt her wetness and her warmth. It wasn’t a pussy, but it was still damn good. Her tongue was flat, and her mouth was wide open with perfect form. I’d had my dick sucked a lot in life, and I knew a good blow job from a bad blow job in the first ten seconds.

  This was a good one.

  Her hair was all over the place as she bent her neck to take me over and over again. She pushed me deep before she pulled me out again, a line of saliva stretching from the head of my cock to the corner of her mouth. She swiped it away with her tongue then kept going, using her hand to jerk me off at the same time.

  I propped myself on one arm so I could watch her suck me off, watch her get me soaking wet. My hand moved into her hair to keep it out of her face, and I guided her, showing her the exact pace I liked. I hoped she was getting me wet to fuck her, but I suspected I was just getting an apologetic blow job tonight.

  I’d take it.

  She massaged my balls as she continued to move up and down, pushing my long length deep into the back of her throat. She gave it her all, stopping herself from gagging more than once. Sometimes she heaved with her breaths when she took a break, but then she went right back to fucking me with her throat.

  She gave good head.

  My hand fisted her hair, and I breathed through the goodness that started in my balls. “I’m gonna come, baby. And you’re going to take all of me, as much as you can, and hold it as I finish.”

  When she kept going, I assumed that was her compliance.

  I guided her mouth down my length with my final pumps, letting her breathe before I finished. Just as I released, I pulled her down far, making her take as much of me as possible. I didn’t even allow her to breathe as I exploded inside her mouth, pretending it was her virgin pussy. I moaned with satisfaction as the intensity burned through my veins and left me feeling weak and strong at the same time. I couldn’t see my come, but I could feel how much it was, how much was being dumped into her throat. When I finished, I finally let her go.

  She pulled back and took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air and swallowing all the come I’d just released inside her.

  I was still livid she’d turned me down, but at least she did something to make up for it.

  She moved to her back beside me and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Instead of leaving right away, she lay beside me, beautiful and naked.

  I stayed quiet as I enjoyed the aftershocks of pleasure. I’d had a lot of beautiful women give me great head, but nothing quite like that. Maybe it was because she was inexperienced that I was so impressed, but either way, I enjoyed it more than any other blowjob I’d ever received. “What was that for?” Did she suck my dick out of pity? Was she turned on but just didn’t want to have sex?

  “Is your dick that hard all the time?”

  “Just around you.”

  “I couldn’t stop staring at it. He seemed so disappointed.”

  “He is disappointed.” I stared at the ceiling as my breathing slowly returned to normal.

  “I thought I did a good job…”

  “That’s not why he’s disappointed, Monroe. You’ve come to me twice now and offered yourself. Then you take it away. It’s the worst tease in the world. Make up your fucking mind. Are we doing this or not?”

  “I…I don’t know.”

  Not the answer I was looking for. “I’m not going to offer you more money, if that’s what your game is.” Maybe this was all a big ploy to get me to pay her as much as possible. I’d been tricked before.

  “It’s not,” she said quietly. “Every time I think I’m brave enough to do it…I get scared.”

  “There’s nothing to be scared of.”

  “Yes, there is. I’m scared of regret.”

  “Most women regret their first time, no matter what. Just how most women regret every relationship they’ve ever been in, no matter what. You’re overthinking it.”

  “I just think I deserve better…”

  She did deserve better.

  “Coming to this hotel room…just makes it seem trashy. This is the bed where you popped all their cherries. There’s a picture of a cherry on the wall, for Christ’s sake. It just feels wrong. It feels…gross.”

  “You want to come to my place instead? Would that make it better?”

  “I guess it would feel more personal…”

  “Then I’m willing to do that.”

  “But it still doesn’t feel right. I don’t even know you.”

  “I’m not that interesting,” I said, wanting to skip the conversation and go right for the kill.

  “I still don’t know you. It would be easier if I at least knew you, respected you, even liked you…”

  I should just give up on this girl and move on, but I was still looking for any way to make this happen. “What are you suggesting? That I date you? The whole reason I pay for pussy is so I don’t have to do that.”

  “Not date me,” she said. “Maybe just be my friend…”

  I didn’t have any friends.

  “Could we get to know each other first? Could we fool around first? Could we build up to the moment?”

  So I would pay her double, and I would have to wine and dine her first. That didn’t sound like an arrangement I wanted. That sounded like the exact thing I wanted to avoid. But it seemed like if I wanted to get between her legs, that was the only way to make it happen. “Alright.”

  She turned to me, surprise in her beautiful eyes. “Really?”

  “Yeah.” I would bend over backward to fuck this girl—and I hoped she’d be worth it.

  “You can still do what you were doing before in the meantime…it’s not like I’m asking you to give that up while you wait.”

  “I assumed.” Not that I would continue anyway. When I fucked a woman, I only thought of her until the moment was over. Then I forgot about her and moved on to the next. But with Monroe, she was the only woman on my mind at the moment, the only conquest I wanted to make.

  “We can go back to your original offer. Now that we’re doing this, it doesn’t seem fair—”

  “I stand by my offer. So how does this work? We spend time together, and then
you tell me when you’re ready?”

  “Yeah…I guess.”

  “I’m not trying to be an ass, but this better not take longer than a month.”

  “I guess we’ll see…”

  10

  Monroe

  I WASN’T PLAYING GAMES.

  When I met him at the hotel, I really thought I would go through with it.

  But it still didn’t feel right. I felt trapped, like I was doing it for the wrong reasons. It felt like a regret even though I hadn’t even gone through with it yet. The man paying me for my virginity was practically a stranger. I knew hardly anything about him besides his first and last name.

  That didn’t feel right either.

  When I told my boyfriend or lover about my first time, I wanted to say positive things about the guy. At least I could say he was my friend and someone I respected and admired. Maybe we weren’t in love, but we trusted each other. That was much better than screwing a stranger for money.

  It would help me sleep at night.

  I was sitting at my desk working on an ad for an editorial when my assistant knocked on my office door. “Uh, Monroe. There’s a man here to see you…and I’m pretty sure it’s Slate Remington. I mean, it looks just like him. He’s wearing a suit and everything.” Wide-eyed and with stars in her gaze, she seemed smitten by what she saw. “Do you know him?”

  “Actually, I do know him. But I can’t imagine why he would stop by my office like this.”

  “Wants to know if you’re free for lunch.”

  “Really?” After I’d turned him down, I figured he wouldn’t want to see me for a week. It’d only been a few days since that night at the hotel, but maybe he wanted to make progress sooner rather than later—so he could fuck me. I didn’t understand his obsession with getting me into bed. The only person who should be obsessed with it is me—because he was the gorgeous one. If I weren’t a virgin, I would probably pay him to sleep with me.

  “Yeah. He’s standing by my desk.”