Chapter 3

I’m not used to showcasing my naked self.

The room is nice and warm though.

“Turn around.”

Slowly, I move in a circle so that he’ll see all of me.

“Come here.”

His instructions are starting to grate on my nerves, each word an irritation. All I have to do is remember my sister in the hospital and it propels me forward.

There’s no way I’d be here for any other reason than my sister.

The man, my owner—I’m thinking of naming him Blue—grips my chin and tilts my head back.

“There it is. There’s that fire I saw.”

I’ve no idea what he’s talking about.

He strokes my cheek, and I’m very much aware of his fully-dressed state.

His thumb glides across my lips, and I keep them closed.

“So, you want to have that cherry taken from you. To be fucked by a real man?”

Again, I don’t say anything.

I’m caught up in his touches.

The moment his finger slid across my lips, I felt a tightening within me. When he talks, his voice arouses me. I don’t want him to stop. I’ve never been so turned on and irritated before.

“Open.”

His thumb presses against my lips, and I open up to him. He thrusts inside, and I watch him. In and out, he presses. “This mouth was made to suck a nice, big cock. We’ve got tonight, and by the time I’m done with you, not one part of you will be innocent anymore.”

He suddenly moves me backward.

Collapsing to the bed, I look up as he spreads my thighs wide. He holds my legs tightly, stepping between them.

“Very nice. I knew you’d have a nice, juicy pussy. I can see how wet you are.”

Malcolm advised that I wax down below, but there was no way that was happening. I’ve tried to wax my legs before, and that turned into a nightmare. Why anyone would put themselves through that kind of pain is beyond me.

I always trimmed my pubic hair, and that’s what I’d done. It wasn’t like I wanted this big, bushy thing.

His hands move from my thighs and slide up my body. He cups my tits, pressing them together, gliding down toward my pussy.

He spreads the lips of my pussy, and I hear him groan. “Now that is a surprise.”

I cry out as he touches me. One finger across my clit and I arch up.

“So sensitive and wet. We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”

He steps away. Going to my elbows, I watch him as he starts to undress, each piece of clothing landing on the floor without a care in the world. When he stands before me, naked, I can’t think or feel.

I’m all over the place.

Happy, scared, excited, freaked out.

Above all, I’m aroused.

This I didn’t expect. How could I be aroused? This man is a complete stranger to me.

Chapter Two Chase Virgins are not my thing.

Who would want a woman that didn’t know what the fuck she was doing in the bedroom? I’d always wanted a woman of experience. Where she knew how to ride, suck, and fuck my dick. I wasn’t interested in teaching a woman what to do.

So why the ever-loving fuck have I just spent a hundred thousand bucks on this piece of ass? For one, I blame my friend. Coming to Cherry was his idea, and Dean loves virgins. He has a thing for popping cherries. I have no idea what his deal is. At thirty-five years old, I thought he’d have grown out of it by now, but it seems with his latest trip, he is still very much an asshole.

Unless you take the fairytale route in the back seediness of the club, there is no way to see the girls first. Instead, Malcolm, club owner and sick fuck, takes pictures of each girl and that’s what the men get to choose from.

This woman, she was different.

Most of the men hadn’t put a bid on her, but I saw something when I looked at her. She didn’t reveal much flesh, and compared to the other women, she was on the fuller side. Even though she tried to hide it, I saw those tits and ass, and I have to say, with her naked beneath me, I’m not disappointed.

Men are supposed to have a type, and I guess that is exactly what I’ve got. I love a woman with some meat on her bones. I don’t like screwing a stick or someone that complains every two minutes that it hurts.

I’m a big guy, I get it, but I’m not that big.

This woman with no name, she is everything I craved. Even as she stares at me with a little fear in her eyes, there is something else, something dark. She wants this. The sight of her slick cunt is evidence of that.

I shouldn’t have come tonight.

I’ve never taken a virgin before.

I don’t even know if I can be gentle with her. Then I remember I don’t have to be.