Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Because if you screw me, you need to know I’m going to fucking respond.
After what Sarah’s father has pulled on me, first off, it’ll be hard to do it again with my newfound paranoia. But if you do, then I’ll do what I’m doing now - sell your pure and untouched daughter to the highest bidder on the Virgin Market, the exclusive gathering of wealthy untouchable assholes who can have anything that they want. So rich that they’ve bought everything in the world so now they buy people.
The idea of Sarah being hollowed out by those assholes—if she's afraid and shows it—being sold to someone with even sicker thoughts than mine...or being compliant for someone else?
Those thoughts horrify me. The scent of her sweet pussy still lingers in my mind. My cock twitches and I resist the urge to palm it.
I look into her wide eyes.
I'm not going to be kind.
I can't be. The urge to be kind to her only pushes me toward trying to withdraw my feelings. Being stern with her is my only option, putting her off...but if I'm stern with her, it will only set alight my darker desires.
So I'm fucked either way. In the not getting to fuck her sweet body sense.
What a goddamn waste. She had a life, she has a sweet virginal pussy, and all of it is going down the drain because her parents are scum.
Well, that's not my fucking sob story.
"Strip, and get on your knees." I let no warmth or need penetrate my voice. If I'm a mystery, I'm more frightening. I can't have her thinking that she has hope. That she can escape. I need to get the idea of being nice to her out of my mind so I can focus on keeping her compliant.
For some asshole who is going to buy her. I'll train her.
Fuck, I need to text Trevor.
"I won't repeat myself," I say, leaning forward and allowing the menace that I might harm her move her trembling fingers to work.
She makes short order of her clothes, and gets on her knees.
"Good girl," I say, pulling out my phone. I snap a picture.
Sarah gasps.
"I'm sending this to TD. He will love to see your virgin pussy, so why don't you spread your legs for me," I say, every inch of the menace in my voice now full of triumph.
I used to fuck some of the classier rich widows here in Manhattan with Trevor back in the day. It has been a while since we destroyed some hot piece of ass. And we've never had something so sweet.
He's bought girls for a night on the Virgin Market. He told me last that he thought he should make a more permanent investment. And Sarah? Well, she's goddamn perfect.
And I get to fuck her if TD buys her, he fucking loves sharing pussy with me.
Of course, that's a thing we've only done in small doses.
But one night with Sarah would be all I need, right?
I have to fucking tell myself that. It's the only thing keeping me from just fucking Sarah now.
You gotta stop me if I try to.
Something goes over her face. Her eyes hood with lust while her breathing flushes her pale breasts to pink and she's panting in fear. She spreads her thighs and I take the pictures. I show them sending to TD, with just one word.
Virgin.
He texts back: Very nice.
I let Sarah see it and her fingers tremble, but she's so obedient, not moving a muscle aside from her shaking. Trembling as she is, I can't believe I see that flicker of something in her eyes. How innocent is this sweet little girl? What lies beneath the surface of Sarah?
Fuck, I want to find out. So badly.
"Let go, turn around," I command her.
She obeys, shuffling around.
"Now put your palms flat on the ground," I tell her.
She obeys.
I inhale the scent of her pussy.
Wet.
"You like listening to what I tell you to do?"
"I'm afraid," she says, her voice shaking.
I slap my hand down to her ass, landing with a smack against her hot flesh. It pinks for me and I groan. "That doesn't arouse you less," I say with smug satisfaction. I grip her ass, letting the whole cheek fit in my palm with a firm squeeze. "You don't speak again unless I tell you to."
I believe I got the message across.
My cock jolts in my trousers. I want to pull it out and just slide it across her bare ass, skin hot from where I spanked her and now grip. Just a touch. But my hands are aching to delve lower and I have to stop.
5
Sarah
Damien demeans me. Makes me strip. I show him my pussy. He bends me over on the floor and spanks me. Says I don't talk to him unless he says I can.