1st (Love For Sale) (4 page)

Lowering me to my feet on the cool tile, he opened the glass shower door, turned on the rain nozzle and for a moment I was in awe of the sight.  Then I remembered I was standing there completely naked, and my arms covered my breasts.  It didn’t matter that we’d just been as close as two people could be, I barely knew this man.

He turned back to me and smiled.  “Precious.”  Holding out a hand, I dropped one of my arms, still covering my breasts with the other.  He pulled me inside the shower and led me under the water.  “No sense in hiding now, kitten.” His free hand pulled my arm away and he glanced over me with a wink.  “I’m greedy, too, I like to see.”

I was somewhat amazed when he stood there staring at me under the heated stream.  His smile widened, but he gave me a reprieve from his scrutiny as he lathered his hands with a creamy, manly scented soap.  Motioning with his head for me to move toward the back of the shower, I followed his instructions in confusion.  Those beautiful hands found my body, and cleansed me as if I were some precious treasure, making me ache to feel the passion he gave again.

I’d never felt so cherished until his hands moved between my thighs, giving me the most personal hygiene of my life.  Only the soreness took away from the sensations, and I stiffened.  He carefully led me back under the water to rinse off and I got the first real look at the part I’d missed earlier.

Outside of some pornos that McKayla had bought us to watch, I’d never seen a man nude, so it was an experience.  From his washboard abs, my gaze traveled lower, and I couldn’t believe his impressive cock had been inside of me.  The man was very well endowed, possibly bigger than the ones I’d seen in the movies.  Continuing to stare, it grew even larger and my eyes widened. 

“Kitten, you definitely make a man feel like a god.”  He chuckled deeply, the sound heating my flesh as if he’d touched me.  I was fascinated with his body and decided to return the favor by filling my hands with the creamy soap.  My hands were shaking as I washed his smooth, wide chest, muscled arms, and trembled even more when I gripped the steel silkiness of his cock.

Without any knowledge of what I was doing, I caressed his beautiful package, enjoying the odd feel of him in my hands.  With each stroke he grew longer and harder, and I was amazed that my touch could do that to him. 

“I think I’m clean enough now.”  His words seemed tense as he pulled back and moved under the water to rinse off. 

“You don’t like me touching you?” My tone was insecure, because I really didn’t know what I was doing, and I wanted for some unfathomable reason for him to enjoy it.

“I love your touch, baby, but it makes me want to fuck you, and I don’t think you’re ready for that again.”  To reiterate his words, he slid his hand between my thighs, sliding two long fingers inside my aching core.  I gasped and tightened those muscles in surprise.

Even though I still felt torn, my core flooded immediately at his fingers inside me, making me want him.  “I think I do want that again.” His fingers inched out and I whimpered in disappointment.

He washed off his hand, then turned off the shower, stepping out.  “First, we’re going to talk, and if you still want this, then we’ll see.” Grabbing a towel off the rack, he carefully wrapped me in it before getting another for himself.

He walked out to the bedroom without looking back at me, so I followed.  It felt so strange to be in his room now, and I wasn’t sure why but I felt bereft at his sudden coldness.  It was almost like a switch had been flipped and he was being very impersonal.  I saw the slight blood stains on his comforter, and felt mortified.  He didn’t seem to mind, and quickly stripped it off the bed.

“That’s going to give the staff something to talk about.” There was nothing humorous in his attitude, and I got the impression he was angry. 

I had no idea what I’d done wrong, but instantly started feeling more out of the place.  I needed to get out of here, because I was beginning to get a little depressed about what I’d done tonight.  I think that was the moment it hit home, that I’d just screwed a stranger.  Drying off with the towel, I bent down to pick up my clothes with every intention of getting dressed and asking him to take me home.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The anger in his voice evaporated and turned to confusion.

“I think it should be obvious, I’m getting dressed.” When I’m hurt, I get defensive.  It’s always been a way to hide my true feelings.

“And why are you doing that?” Instead of confusion in his voice, now I heard a hint of laughter.  The worst thing you can do with me, is make me think you’re laughing at me.  I have huge issues with that because growing up I was poor and being made fun of for what I didn’t have.

Instead of answering him, I slid on my bra and t-shirt, before looking around for my underwear.  Before I could find them, he had and dangled them from his fingers. “I don’t think I asked you to leave.”  His attitude was playful, but I was pretty much done with this situation. 

“Wasn’t aware I needed your permission.”  I reached for my panties and he pulled them out of my grasp.  He really knew nothing about me, if he had, he would have known that when I felt hurt or embarrassed the best thing to do was just let me be. 

“Why don’t you stop trying to run, and sit down so we can talk?” I felt like an idiot as he continued to hold my underwear out of reach, and I truly wanted to punch him.

I so wasn’t in the mood to play games. My feelings were hurt, I’d just lost my virginity to a man I didn’t know, and I just wanted to go somewhere and have a good cry.  Since I wasn’t the type to give in to tears, I was starting to get angry on top of that.  Obviously it was a night of many firsts because my eyes flooded and I couldn’t stop the waterworks when they started.

“Hey, come on, Caitlin, I’m sorry.”  He reached out to grab me and I backed away.  He stalked forward and caught me in his arms and I completely freaked.  Instead of acting like a normal person I started fighting and the only reason I didn’t hurt him is because he was holding me too tightly.

“I’ll take you home if that’s what you really want, but not until you calm down.  Talk to me.” Maybe it was the concern now in his voice, or the fact that I was completely embarrassed by my actions, but I stopped trying to hurt him.

When I stilled completely in his arms, he relaxed his hold.  “I’m going to let you go, but I want you to promise that we’re going to talk.”   I nodded my head, wishing I could go back in time and not be such an idiot. 

chapter Four

Choosing

He picked up my underwear and handed them to me.  His wary look might have been comical if the situation was different.  I took the flimsy piece of silk, and slid them back on, instantly feeling a little more control.  My gaze landed on my shorts and without paying any attention to him, I walked over, grabbed them up and put those on too.  I needed that time to get my emotions back under control.

When I turned back to face him, he’d slid his boxers back on, and even with the strangeness of this night, I couldn’t help but wish he’d stayed naked.  The man was really gorgeous to behold.  Awkward was the only way I could describe the atmosphere in the room.  I’d just fucked this guy, and now I had no idea what to say to him.

“Let’s walk down to the kitchen before I forget why we need to talk.” He grinned and the look he gave was so seductive, I wasn’t sure I didn’t want the same thing.  It was definitely much easier to be in his bed than thinking about a conversation.  I nodded.

“Shame.” His eyes roamed over me before he shook his head, and I didn’t understand what he was talking about.  When he walked out of the room, I followed him obediently.  I’d definitely have to think about later why I was willing to do whatever he asked.

I took in the glamourous décor as we made our way back down the grandeur of the staircase, wondering what it must feel like to live in a place like this.  While I inspected his home, I also felt the strange ache between my legs that reminded me of what I’d done.  I knew that I deserved a swift kick in the ass for letting myself go through with this.

The kitchen, like the rest of the house, was unbelievable.  It looked like something you’d see in an upscale restaurant, with every gadget you could imagine wanting to work with.  A long breakfast bar stretched over the expanse, and he held out a stylish high rise chair at it.  “I’m going to make some coffee, would you like a cup?”

I nodded, still not sure how to talk to him or even what we had to talk about.  We obviously came from two different worlds.  Watching him work the bean grinder of his coffee maker, I enjoyed the simple action because a man in a kitchen was somewhat of a turn on.  He obviously knew what he was doing because a few minutes later, he sat two steaming hot cups of coffee down on the island bar.

“Cream or sugar?” Having him waiting on me seemed out of place and I couldn’t stop the grin from forming as I nodded.  “That’s beautiful, baby, I like you smiling.” He turned away and pulled a silver container out of the refrigerator that I assumed was the milk, since he grabbed it and a small sugar bowl, placing them in front of me.

I focused on doctoring my coffee when he sat down beside me, because I still didn’t know what to say to him. When I fixed it the way I enjoyed and took a deep sip, I fell in love with his brew station.  “This is really good.”  I was a coffee fanatic and that was putting it lightly. 

He shrugged at my compliment and drank his beverage while studying me.  “So, how were you still a virgin?” His hands cupped the mug and my thoughts went completely down the wrong path, wondering how it would feel to have those hands cupping my breasts again.

Trying not to let my need show, I focused on my drink.  “I don’t know.  Never really wanted to take that leap before.”  Why my libido kicked in with him made no sense to me, so I certainly couldn’t explain it.

“How old are you?” The intensity in those sexy blue eyes went up a notch and I couldn’t hold his stare.

“Twenty-One, but I have a birthday next week.” I could only assume he might be worried I was underage since the relief that filled his face was clearly visible.

“Have you had sex with women?” He asked the question casually, and I felt like he was trying to read me.

“No.  Just because I haven’t jumped into bed with men doesn’t mean I’m a lesbian.” I rolled my eyes at his question and wondered if all men thought the same thing.

“Don’t get defensive.  You won’t like me in that mood.  I’m just trying to understand you better.” 

His tone wasn’t threatening, which made his words seem even more profound.  For reasons I couldn’t contemplate, I believed what he said.  The bitchy attitude I felt rising simmered down almost instantly.  It was a rare thing for me to not rebel against anyone trying to assert authority.  “I’m not that interesting.”

“Something tells me you are, but since you obviously believe that I won’t hold it against you.” The smirk on his face made me think he was joking, but something in his words rang true.

“And how would you hold something against me?” Feeling a little braver now that we were having an actual conversation, my lips upturned in a smirk of my own.

“Let’s just say if you were mine, I’d reddened that sexy little ass of yours and make you think twice about talking negatively about yourself.”  He took another drink of his coffee, while holding my gaze, and again I got the feeling he was studying me, waiting for a reaction.

His words shocked me, and I wondered for a brief second what it will feel like to have him spank me.  The thought was wicked in itself because I never considered myself to have any sexual perversions.  “I guess it’s a good thing I’m not yours then.”  I played off his comment like it was a joke, not knowing what else to do.

He didn’t seem impressed as I laughed softly and if anything his stare became more intense.  “Perhaps you should consider the notion.  I could teach you so much, and it’s apparent you need someone to show you just how valuable you are.”

He couldn’t have surprised me more if he’d taken me over his knee in that moment.  I put my coffee cup down on the counter when my hands shook so badly I was afraid of the mess it would make.  “Is that your thing? You like controlling women?” He didn’t seem like a sadist, but what did I really know about this guy?

“Controlling?”  He chuckled deeply and gave a brief negative shake of his head.  “I guess you could say I like controlling, but owning would fit the definition better.”

“How can you own a woman?  The last I heard slavery was illegal.”  Rolling my eyes at his outrageous statement, I wasn’t finding his sense of humor very funny. 

“If you roll your eyes again, I can promise you won’t enjoy the aftermath.  Owning a person may not be legal in the eyes of the court, but if two people make a binding agreement, then it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.”

For a moment, I wanted to test his theory about what he’d do if I rolled my eyes again, but the look he was giving me promised retribution if I did.  Since I didn’t know him well enough to test that limit, I forced myself not to be the smartass I was dying to be.  “So what, then?  You want a woman who agrees to do whatever you say, and basically be like your pet?” 

“I like the way you phrased that.  Pet would fit perfectly into what I expect from a woman who belonged to me.  She would be pampered like a queen, but expected to be obedient.”

He had to be joking.  Didn’t he?  “So, if she doesn’t fall into line, you what?  Pop her with a newspaper, lock her in a kennel, or wait, I have it, take away her treats?”  I couldn’t stop the laughter that spilled out of my mouth at the image, it tickled my funny bone in the worst way.

“You find that funny, do you?” Seth smiled at me as I tried to control my laughter, and the look in his eyes should have given me warning of what was to come, but I obviously missed it.

“Well, yeah, I kind of do.” Again the burst of laughter fell forth and I almost tinkled my pants.

“Remember when you got here I said you were entering the lion’s den?” His words didn’t register until he lifted me out of my chair, draping me over his lap faster than I could catch my breath.  The first downward stroke of his opened hand on my covered ass took all the humor from the situation.

I stiffened in astonishment at the sharp sting through the thin fabric of my shorts, and was completely unprepared when that hand reigned down again in quick, hard slaps.  Shocked at his action, I didn’t move an inch, frozen as he massaged the area he’d just opened fire on.  When his hand slid under the elastic waist band of my shorts, moved over my ass and in between my legs to finger my sex, I gasped.

“The thing is, kitten, I like making you purr.” To accentuate his words, he rubbed his finger over my clit repeatedly.  “I also like making you show a little respect.”

My need drenched his finger as he continued the caress and I felt my core clench on the edge of release, right before he withdrew his hand.  Throbbing, held so close to finding pleasure, that large hand of his came down on my ass again and again, until I cried out from the sting.  He slid his hand back inside my shorts, bringing me to the pinnacle of release, stopping before I actually found it.

“I guess the question is, are you willing to give me what I need in order to get what I promise will be the best sex of your life?”  He lifted me off his lap, leaving my body aching.  He sat me back in my chair and began sipping his coffee like he hadn’t just blown my mind.

I crossed my legs in discomfort, not really thinking about the slight sting of my ass.  I can definitely say I’d never been so aware of my body before.  Part of me wanted to slap him for leaving me so unfulfilled, while the other wanted to beg him to finish what he started.  I did neither as I sat there confused as hell about what had just happened.

“I’ve given you something to think about.” It wasn’t a question, and that rich as molasses voice of his didn’t make my need lessen any. 

“You’re a jerk.”  I didn’t raise my voice or have any inflection in my tone.  The truth was I was so far out of my comfort zone I didn’t know what to do.

“I can be, but I can also be a generous lover who knows just what your body needs to be satisfied.”

The way he sat there, looking so calm as he admitted to a fault and expounded on his ego should have enraged me.  Instead I think it turned me on even more.  “Egotistical, too.” Maybe a small part of me hoped by calling him out he’d show me a little more. I’m not saying I wanted that, but I might have been curious.

“There’s no ego involved.  You’re easy to read and since you obviously haven’t had much sexual experience, pleasing you wouldn’t be hard.” He stood up and took his coffee cup over to the sink, washed it out and placed it in the dishwasher.  “All you have to do is ask me permission.”  He crossed his well-defined arms over his chest and stood there without speaking, just looking at me.

The man had lost his ever-loving mind if he thought I was going to ask him to pleasure me.  Just because my panties were drenched, and I had this almost unbearable ache between my legs, that surely didn’t mean I’d beg him for release.  Climbing to my feet I walked over to the sink and followed his earlier actions, then stood back defiantly refusing to say anything else.

“Kitten you have no idea how much fun I’d have breaking you.”  His hand shot out and I tensed, not knowing what he intended until it cupped my sex.  “Your tight little pussy is begging to be filled right now, isn’t it?”

His hand pressed against the place throbbing in need wasn’t helping my resolve, but still I didn’t want to give in to his crazy idea.  My body had a different plan as my hips lifted to press against the pressure of his palm. He fed that need by using his knuckle to rub over my clit with firm resolve.  “Your choice, kitten.”

“Please.” I didn’t even recognized the simpering whine that came from my mouth as need overcame sanity.  All I knew was that his touch wasn’t enough to give me what I wanted and I hated the ache left in its wake.

“Please, what?” He pressed his knuckle firmly against my sex through my shorts, and rubbed back and forth quickly. 

“I want you.” Pride be damned.  If he wanted me to ask for it, then screw it I would.

“That’s a good start, kitten, real good.  Take off those bottoms.”  He pulled his hand away and crossed his arms over his chest again.

Why I did what he asked was apparent, even knowing I might regret doing this later.  Without hesitation, I grabbed my shorts and panties and pulled them off with one quick movement.  My eyes shot upward to his and I waited for his touch.

The one he gave wasn’t exactly what I wanted, since he grasped my arm and led me into a huge living room.  Pulling me over to an oversized leather couch, he pushed me down to sit while removing his boxers with a little more finesse than I had taken my own clothes off with.

He stood in front of me, his cock hard and imposing as it protruded proudly.  I think the one positive was that he was apparently just as turned on as I was.  “Touch me.”

His harsh demand was followed by him lifting my hand and pressing it against that silken steel rod.  My hand wrapped around the base, unable to touch my fingers together.  I had no idea how to do this right, so I just pumped him in my hand hoping it made him feel good.

“Take my cock in your mouth, kitten, as much as you can.”

I’d never given a blowjob, but there was always a first time for everything.  Using blind instinct, I suckled in the mushroom shaped head, very aware of how it stretched my mouth to capacity.  Imagining him as my own male flavored lollipop, I suckled him half way then slowly drew him out.  He seemed to enjoy that, and I gripped the base of his cock tighter before increasing my pace.

I was strangely disappointed when his hand tangled in my hair, pulling me off him with a slight popping sound.  “That’s enough for now.  Spread your legs wide.  I want to see the sweet little pussy.”