And my pussy responded immediately. My sweet snatch immediately moistened just looking at him, dew collecting within my interior as my mouth fell open, brown eyes wide.
“Cat got your tongue?” the big man asked from up above, blue eyes amused yet hot with desire. “Cat got your tongue, pretty girl?”
I gasped a bit, nipples so hard they ached, jutting out as my hips twisted involuntarily on the couch.
“It’s just I thought you enjoyed it last time,” I whispered. “I thought you liked it.”
The billionaire flashed a knowing smile my way.
“Oh I enjoyed it,” he rumbled. “Daddy enjoyed it a lot. But I want more now. I want this,” he said, pointing at my snatch, “gyrating all over this,” he rasped, pointing to the cock on his pants. “I want you to dance, baby girl, but this time with my dick inside that sweet puss.”
And I should have been offended. I should have screamed and jumped up, flying out the door. Because it was wrong. He was a man in control, the head of the company, the one with my future in his hands. In fact, Thorn had already pulled some strings so that I could get a solo in our next performance. And now he was telling me that I had to earn it in a very special way, dancing on his cock, just for him.
But what my brain knew, my body didn’t. Because instead of feeling offended or ashamed, my insides went soft and loose, heart beating hard. And before I realized, I was nodding.
“Yes Daddy,” I whispered. “I want it too.”
Thorn’s smile only grew wider, those perfect white teeth flashing, his gaze all-knowing.
“You do, don’t you little slut?” he rumbled deep in his chest. “Baby likes it, doesn’t she? But Daddy has some terms too.”
My eyes jerked up to look at him.
“Terms?” I asked. “What do you mean?”
And with that, Thorn began undoing his tie. It was a strip of blue silk, probably from a high-end designer store costing five hundred dollars. I could live for a month on that money, but right now, my eyes merely stared, entranced at the smooth movements of his hands.
“You didn’t think Daddy was gonna let you get away so easy, did you?” that deep voice rumbled, blue gaze hot. “Because Daddy wants you to do something special for him.”
I was a butterfly quivering on the couch, my breasts hot and aching, a flush rising up deep inside.
“What is it?” I asked in a whisper. “What does Daddy want from me?”
The big man smiled slyly then, taking the tie between two hands and jerking it so that the cloth snapped.
“Daddy’s gonna tie you up, pretty girl. Daddy’s gonna tie you up because that’s the best way to break a virgin.”
I gasped then, cheeks flaming pink even as I juiced down below.
“What?” I gasped. “What do you mean?”
All my dreams of gallant knights on white horses evaporated because suddenly I realized Thorn wasn’t that type of guy. He was filthy, dirty and nasty in a way that my innocent mind couldn’t compute. But oh god, I wanted to learn. Against my better instincts, I was desperate to learn, hungry to go through every lesson with this man until I knew them all by memory. So nodding breathlessly, my eyes met his.
And the alpha chuckled deep in his chest, sensing my eagerness.
“Oh yeah, baby wants it, doesn’t she?” he asked. “Baby absolutely wants it, and that’s good because Daddy’s gonna give it to you. Daddy’s gonna tie you up and then breach that little pussy. It’s gonna hurt a little, it’s gonna sting, but trust me, sweetheart, you’re gonna eat it up in the end.”
I nodded slowly. Other girls have told me it hurts the first time, that it’s ungodly painful and agonizing down there the first time. In fact, my best friend Marnie didn’t have sex for two years, her first had been so bad. So I was prepared to suffer.
But at the same time, Mr. Channing was promising to make it good for me, he was promising that he’d help me enjoy, help my body adjust. And I nodded slowly because I wanted it. I wanted more of him, to taste and to savor, to learn whatever the billionaire was teaching. So I nodded again, mesmerized by his words.
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured obediently. “Yes, Daddy, tie me up.”
And with that, the alpha was on me. One minute, he was across the room with the tie in his hands, and the next those hard lips were on mine, crushing me, owning me.
“Ohhh!” I gasped against the assault. “Oh!”
“Oh is fucking right,” growled Thorn against my lips. “Because you’re getting it baby girl, this little pussy is gonna be fucked within an inch of its life.”
And suddenly the dress was torn from me, leaving my body bare and nude. I looked down in shock, boobies heaving, pink crests jutting out obscenely. What in the world?