The Stipulation (3 page)

Chapter Five

We drove for what must have been twenty minutes before pulling into a gated community just outside
of town. It was beautiful, with manicured hedges and lawns, almost like it was a model of the most perfect neighborhood in existence. There were luxury cars in the driveways, and the houses varied in size from big to massive. We pulled into a cul-de-sac and entered his driveway as the garage opened and he squeezed inside. I guess he not only wanted to be secretive with me like Tara said, but possibly wanted me to either stay for a little while or the entire night. I hadn’t brought any pajamas, thinking we wouldn’t go this far, but I was ready to stay if it meant I could walk into the store tomorrow, toss my smock at my manager, and quit that shitty job.

Roman quickly pressed the button and closed the garage door waiting for it to shut entirely before getting out of the car
. I followed after him, not wanting to get out before he did for fear he would get annoyed or mad. My goal was to make him as happy as possible, even if he were being a bit unreasonable.

We walked inside the house, the grand staircase and tile floors
took my breath away. His house was something of magnificence. The lights were dimmed, as if to set the mood for tonight. He walked in and through the house, me following closely behind as to not get lost in this mall he called home. We walked by various sculptures and works of art, likely costing him millions of dollars. Some were on stands with a light on them, while others were just sitting or hanging there, as if they were only a paltry hundred thousand dollars and not a cool million: those works deserving their own pedestals.

We walked into his kitchen, the white marble countertops lining the entire room
. There was so much of it I was sure he had to own his own quarry.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked as I set my purse on the counter.

“Yes, that would be nice,” I replied with an enthusiastic smile.

He walked over to a wine cooler that must’ve been as large as a full-sized refrigerator
. I wasn’t one to drink much, my parents constantly told me underage drinking was bad, as well as alcohol only caused problems. I wanted to say something to Roman, but felt as though I would be insulting him by refusing to drink whatever he was pulling out of the wine cooler.

Roman poured the champagne into two glasses, the bubbles
popping everywhere as they finally rested.

“Here you are
.” He handed me the glass by the stem.

I grabbed it, the aroma wafting up into my nose as the hairs inside tickled from the bubbly.

“To a great relationship,” he said with a smile as he held the glass up, signaling he wanted to make a toast.

I smiled, clink
ed my glass against his before he took a sip of the champagne. I put the glass up to my lips, a small sip entered my mouth and shocked my taste buds in the most horrible of ways. I bit my tongue and held in the sour face I wanted to give, instead acting as though I loved it and wanted more.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s good,” I replied with a fake smile, just hoping I could get away with putting the glass down and not having to take another sip.

***

We sat on his leather tan couch, a fire going and heating up my bare legs as the air outside had chilled them down. I sat there with my glass still in hand, for he had brought it over to me after he filled them up. My red lipstick was pressed onto the glass, showing exactly where my lips had been placed.

“So, are you having a good time?” he asked, seemingly able to take away my trepidation with his deep voice.

He placed his hand on the back of my neck, brushing aside my flowing blond hair as his fingers danced down my neck. My heart started to race, unsure if it was going to happen. Was I just a few moments away from losing both my virginity and innocence? I guess I really wasn’t all that innocent, considering where I was and what I was doing. I could still back out of this and ask to go home, but this was more than just bills and tuition now. He had a charm; something I couldn’t explain. It was as if every single word he uttered danced inside my mind and made me want him even more. I was actually starting to like him, and now that we were here and alone—I wanted him.

“I’m having a great time,” I said with a smile, looking him straight in the eyes.

I caught him glancing down at my cleavage, the goose bumps on my breasts slowly going down as the fire roared just feet away. I had always gotten pissed when those college guys looked at me sexually, but with him, I liked it. I didn’t feel objectified or like a piece of meat; I felt sexy.

“You’re shy, aren’t you?” he asked with a smile.

“Why do you say that?” I asked, unsure why he’d say that all of the sudden.

“It’s just that most girls, at least the ones I’ve been with, get all over me and try to seduce me
. You’re different though. You aren’t doing that, and it’s making me wonder if maybe you’re not that into me.”

Did he really think I wasn’t that into him
? I mean, I know I’m not that experienced and I haven’t really dated that much, definitely never being a sexual situation like this, but did I truly give off that vibe? I knew that I was being a tiny bit reserved, but I didn’t think he actually thought I wasn’t into him at all.

“I guess I’m just a little shy,” I said, my confidence unable to shine through as those words lingered
on my lips.

He placed his fingers against my hair and brushed it back, looking at me
, and smiling as he placed the strands of hair behind my ear. The back of his hand traipsed down my bare shoulder as the just gone goose bumps started to come back with each nerve he passed over.

I smiled softly, the breath
escaping from my lungs as the butterflies demanded to fly out of my mouth. Roman leaned in, his warm and heavy breath beating against my supple cheek as they turned into a slight reddish hue.

I looked over at him, the lust in his eyes so strong I could tell he wanted me
. I wanted him, too, but I didn’t think it would come this quickly. I didn’t just want to be with him to get my things paid for. I wasn’t just a sugar baby in this moment, and he wasn’t just my sugar daddy. I was a lustful and waiting virgin who wanted him to grab me, throw me on his bed, and make me into the woman I had been waiting to be for so long.

He leaned in f
arther, his rugged and red lips pressing against mine as our eyes closed, the butterflies getting locked inside and tickling my stomach. His palm was placed against my left cheek, the very touch of his skin against mine lighting me up like a defibrillator. His tongue slowly entered my mouth as mine met his quickly—dancing together in an act of passion.

I was able to
catch my breath as he kissed my neck, his hand running down my chest and cupping my breast. My breast fit perfectly inside his hand; his palm pressed against my hardened nipple.

I moaned softly as he sucked on my neck, as if he were trying to give me a hickey and brand me as his
. Was he trying to mark me—letting all of the stupid college and frat guys that were around me daily know I was his and anybody that wanted me would have to go through him? I placed my right hand on his bulging bicep as he squeezed my breast; my panties starting to get wet, as all I could think about was him carrying me to his bedroom.

I wanted
his naked body against mine: the sweat forming all around us as he towered over me. I wanted to feel his erection, which I still hadn’t seen yet, inside of my tight virgin slit. I wanted it all, and I wanted it now before I exploded from the sexual tension we both had. If Tara and Jillian had told me being a sugar baby was this amazing I would’ve signed up two years ago.

H
e placed his hand on top of my thigh, near the opening of my dress, only inches from my most sacred area.

“Want to go to the bedroom?” he asked, as if what we were doing wasn’t enough of a hint that I wanted him.

“Yes,” I whispered as his lips let go of my neck.

We stood up, his erection breaking through his dress pants, almost taunting me just to grab it and take it out right
there in the living room. His blinds were open, but I didn’t care if anybody saw us. I just wanted him to put it in my mouth and let me suck it before he exploded all over me.

We walked through the very art filled hallway we had been in moments earlier,
easing our way to the grand and magnificent staircase that led up to his waiting room, the likes of which I was dreaming of.

He held onto my hand before letting me
walk up the stairs in front of him, likely so he could be able to look up my short and rolled up skirt to keep that erection as hard as possible for me.

“This way,” he said
when we approached the top of the stairs, his hand grabbing mine and pulling me toward the bedroom as if he couldn’t wait to rip my clothes off.

His bedroom was at the end of the hallway; his double wooden doors closed and waiting to be thrown open.

He grabbed the handle and opened the doors, his dimly lit bedroom laid inside. The bedroom was of course massive, the same way as the rest of the house. In the center of the room—set against the back wall—was a large bed, likely larger than king-sized, clean and crisp white sheets were wrapped around it like a perfectly wrapped present.

He stood in front of me, pulling off his shirt, as he was getting ready to take away my innocence like no other man ever had before
. I stood against the bed, his lustful eyes scanning me up and down as my smooth legs billowed out of my dress. I wanted him to strip me down and get me ready—the way I had always dreamt it would be like. He needed to rip my clothes off and he needed to do it now before I couldn’t take it any longer. In just seconds I was going to be on his bed, his throbbing erection being slid inside of me, the only one to ever be close.

He walked toward me, his eyes raging with lust and passion as the time had come
, unbeknownst to him, for me to finally—and passionately—lose my dying virginity.

Chapter Six

“You’re so sexy,” he said as his hands ran down my quivering sides.

I froze, unable to say anything as his masculine and rugged hands trailed up and down my virgin body like no other hands had before. I was at his total control, my trembling legs almost unable to keep my waiting body standing up. His hands went down a few inches farther, stopping at the bottom of my dress. I smiled, it quickly leaving as the nerves went through my body and escaped with every heavy breath I made.

His fingers
trickled down my dress before grasping it firmly. He slowly lifted the fabric, revealing my black lace panties for the first time. He looked down, somehow able to see them even though our bodies were so close together. His fingers danced up my smooth thigh and ran across the lace, as if he wanted to feel it. I could tell by his labored breathing that he wanted to feel every single part of me, and I wanted to let him, even if my nerves were overwhelming my quivering body.

“I want you,” he whispered as he leaned into my ear.

He placed his hand against my ass, cupping it perfectly as he squeezed hard enough to leave a handprint, as if it were some kind of mark to let everybody know I was his.

“I want you,” I whispered back, the nerves coming over me even stronger.

He kissed me, his lips pressing and flattening against mine in an act of pure and raw passion. I returned his kiss, gasping for air every few seconds as the butterflies flew out; allowing me to get more comfortable.

I ran my right hand down his hard and chiseled body, feeling every
ripple in his six pack. He was so sexy, and he actually wanted me. My hand stopped at his belt line as I looked down, his erection almost pulsating through his cotton dress pants. I could almost feel it throbbing as my hand was mere inches away. It just wanted me to grab it, but I was scared. I had never held something like this before, and I was afraid it would be too much to handle, even though I hadn’t even seen it yet.

He brushed my hair back and kissed my neck, the same quivering sensation running rampant through my body like it had earlier on the couch
. I wanted him to take me; I wanted him to make love to me.

He lifted my dress up f
arther, revealing my belly button before stopping right underneath the bottom of my bra. I wondered why he stopped all of a sudden, considering most guys would jump at the chance to get a woman fully naked.

“Sit down,” he said as he put his hands against my shoulders to gently guide me down to the bed.

I happily complied, wondering what was about to come next. Was this the moment I was waiting for? Was he going to pull his bulging erection from his pants and slide it into me? I knew there was only one way to find out, and that was to wait a few seconds.

He got down on his knees as I was almost hanging off the bed
. He put my legs on his shoulders, as if to keep me propped up so I wouldn’t slip off. His warm and powerful breath beat against my goose bump laden thigh, his mouth was so close to my now dripping wet cherry. Was he going to lick my cherry? I had never had that before, and wasn’t sure I ever wanted it done. All I’ve ever heard is bad stories from my girlfriends about guys who either
didn’t know what they were doing or treated the area like some kind of sandwich, not really there to pleasure you at all. Even if he
was
going to do it—I would let him. He was my sugar daddy, and I knew he wasn’t completely inexperienced. If eating me out would satisfy him and turn him on, I was going to definitely let him do it.

His fingers wrapped around the crotch of my panties and slid them to the left, exposing my wet and
quaking lips.

“Mm,” he moaned softly, as he looked at it from below.

I smiled softly, as to not let him see my satisfaction from his reaction. I placed my forearms across my forehead, getting myself ready for whatever sensation was about to come next.

It was then, just as I put my forearms on my head, that my life was changed
. His tongue tickled my clit, making me arch my back and moan softly, but loud enough for him to hear. It was something I had never felt before in my life. He was flicking his tongue all over my throbbing clit, as he would casually enter his middle finger into me. The sudden intrusion of his middle finger caused me to moan out in pleasure, unable to hold myself back from enjoying the tremendous pleasure.

“Do you like that?” he asked
as I felt him smiling at how much I was moaning.

“Yes,” I faintly
answered, unable to bellow out a full and concise answer.

After I replied, he pushed his index finger in next to his middle finger, stretching me even more as I grasped the sheets, twisting them in pleasure
. My back arched even farther as goose bumps formed instantly all over my skin, as if they were some form of body armor. I wanted to scream his beautiful name, but I didn’t, for fear his neighbors would hear and know I was here.

Roman stood up after a few minutes pleasuring me in the most intense of ways, signaling he wanted to take this further
. I stood up in front of him as he pulled the rest of my dress off, which was still sitting below my bra all of this time. He ran his hands down my curves before taking off my bra and revealing my bare breasts for the first time. He ran his hands on them, my nipples hardening with every inch he moved. I could tell he liked them, and that I liked it when he touched them. He was so gentle, not squeezing them like a baseball. He treated them, and me, gently.

I could tell at this point that he wanted me to go further, getting on my knees and reciprocating the pleasure he had just seconds ago given me
. Saying I was nervous was an understatement, but I got down on my knees and looked up at him as I unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He was wearing boxer briefs, gray ones, and his erection was bulging through them as if it couldn’t handle being trapped any longer. I leaned in, my stomach flipping and flopping all around, and kissing it through his briefs as his fingers ran through my blond hair.

I
looped the hem of his briefs and pulled them down, his confined erection flying out as if it was happy to feel the warm air beat against it. It was huge. It must’ve been at least seven and half inches, the thickness looked too big for me to even handle. I grasped it as it dwarfed my hand, making me look as though I were grasping the base of a tree. He sighed as my hands touched him, obviously in enjoyment of what I was doing thus far. It was time to go further than I ever had before, and I must say, I was excited.

I slowly put his throbbing erection into my mouth and started to suck on it, unable to tell if I was even doing a good job
. This was the first blowjob I had ever given, and aside from one accidental viewing of a bad porn video online, I had never gotten any instruction on what to do. Not only that, but his piece was huge—almost too big to fit into my mouth. He put his hands on my head and guided it in and out of my mouth, as if doing so to get the maximum amount of pleasure out of every stroke of my tongue.

“Get up, I can’t take it anymore,” he said as he grabbed my hands and brought me up to him.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked worriedly, unsure if I had hurt him by mistake.

“No, you’ve done everything so right
. I want you, Natalie—more than you know,” he said as he kissed me passionately.

He grabbed me and tossed me onto the bed, giving me the primal passion I had so desperately wanted
. He got on top of me, sliding my black lace panties off my body and throwing them on the ground as if to signal he was about to take my virginity.

I breathed heavily, unsure of how this was going to feel
. I wanted both him and it so badly, but his piece barely fit into my mouth, let alone inside of me. Saying I was nervous was an understatement, but I wasn’t about to back out now. I had waited so long for this moment that I wasn’t about to allow some butterflies in my stomach prevent me from this night of pure ecstasy.

He slid a condom on his
hard erection and rolled it down to the base, somehow surprising me that it even fit all the way onto him. As I lay on my back, he was on his knees, propping himself up, using his muscular and tanned thighs to push back my feminine thighs. His piece rested atop my kitty, tickling it and taunting me as if he wanted me to guess when it was going to go in.

I looked up at him as he put his hands on my thighs and pushed them back f
arther, as if to give him more room to fit the entire thing into me.

“Are you ready?” he asked, as if me lying
there naked with my legs spread open wasn’t enough of an invitation for him to make love to me.

I
nodded, giving him permission to go inside of me and take my virginity.

He grabbed his rock hard
piece in his right hand and looked down before slowly sliding it in, as to not hurt me and let me feel every inch as it went in.

As he entered me, a sensation overwhelm
ed my body which I had never felt before in my twenty years on this earth, I arched my back, lifting myself up as a loud and powerful moan spilled from my mouth, giving him every indication I loved the sensation I was feeling. I grabbed his sheets in my hands, twisting them tightly as my hands turned red from pressure. He barely put any of it in, instead giving me time to acclimate to its sheer size. Being our first time together, and knowing his sheer size, he knew he couldn’t just shove the entire thing in.

As the minutes went on, he started to go deeper and faster before finally
lowering his body so I could grab him and kiss him. He was on top of me, and I would have to turn my head away as he kissed me just so I could scream in pleasure. I ran my fingers through his brown hair, grabbing it and pulling it back as he smiled, as if happy with what was happening between us.

“You make me so horny,” he whispered into my ear as
he pushed his entire pulsating erection inside of me.

“Just
screw me harder.” I left my normally polite behavior behind, only wanting more.

Roman started to
breathe heavier as the minutes went by, indicating to me he was close to finishing. I loved the thought of me making him so turned on he’d finish, but deep down, I didn’t want him to finish. Both this night and experience was so amazing and unknown that I wanted more. All I wanted was for him to stay inside me, but I knew he couldn’t.

Forty seconds later, he began to breath even heavier as my hands ran down his sweating back.

“I’m going to finish,” he said with a heavy breath as he began to moan.

He moaned before I could feel it inside of me
. He stopped as his nectar came out of his piece, filling the condom inside, his piece almost throbbing with each thrust he made. It was over, and we were finished. My amazing night and my virginity were gone and over, and now I felt like a true woman.

He pulled out and
lay next to me, pulling me in close to his sweaty and beating body, holding me close to him before our night ended.

“That was amazing,” I said.

“It’s just the beginning,” he replied with a small smirk.

I looked back at him, my hair messy as random strands stuck to my sweat
-stained forehead, and smiled, as if he was giving me reassurance that he would be back inside me soon. I didn’t know if he meant now or in the future, but I knew I was happy that this was only just the beginning.