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“Sir, I like it.” He stepped up close to me, and his masculine scent invaded my senses. Unable to stop myself, I licked my lips, and his gaze moved to my mouth. Did I have any control right now?

I wasn’t sure if I wanted any control over him.

“Well, I think it’s time you got a good view of a naked man.”

He stepped away from me and removed his clothing. I had to have been lucky because the man was rock hard in all the right places. There wasn’t a single ounce of fat on his body. His chest was smooth and led down to clearly defined hard abs.

I’d only seen such perfection on the cover of a magazine.

He was completely naked. I couldn’t help it. I looked down at his cock, and wow, it was fucking huge. I didn’t think it was possible for a man to be so well endowed.

“You see this?” he asked.

I nodded.

“This is going to be inside your sweet tight pussy, your virgin ass, too. You’re going to scream my name every time I’m inside you.”

I wanted it.

He stepped closer, and I moved back. I don’t know why I moved back, only that the size of his cock scared me.

I am a virgin.

I’ve never been with a man.

I’m untried, untested in sex.

What have I done?

My first time was going to be with a man who had paid for the pleasure, and he didn’t even have to be nice to me.

“You’re seeing what kind of shit you got yourself into.”

My back was pressed against the wall, and he stood in front of me. His hand pressed against my stomach, and I gasped.

“You’re terrified,” he whispered in a gruff voice.

“I’m sorry.” What else could I say?

“I’m going to touch you now, and I want you to have a little faith.” He leaned in close, and his breath fanned across my face. The scent of mint met my senses, and I was surprised. I thought he’d smell heavily of alcohol, not of mint.

I could really do with a hard drink right now, but I wasn’t about to ask.

His hand moved down my stomach, cupping my pussy.

I stared into his sharp eyes, and was shocked by the wave of arousal that washed over me.

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I watched him walk away from me, leave me standing there naked, shivering from arousal and from the fact I didn’t even know why, but I wanted him badly. He sat in a plush leather chair and, for what seemed like forever, just stared at me.

“I’m Felix, lovely, and tonight, you’ll do what I saw when I say it. Understand?”

I nodded, my throat thick and dry from nerves.

“I understand the first time will hurt, and I’ll be as gentle as a man like me can, but I also expect obedience.”

As gentle as a man like him can be?

God, what did that mean?

“Come closer so I can see you better,” he said, his voice a deep, guttural sound that had goose bumps popping out along my flesh.

I moved over to the section of light in the center of the room, nervous, my hands shaking, my palms sweating. There I stood, in nothing at all, feeling like my heart would jump right through my chest.

“Turn around.”

I did as he said.

“Spread your legs, bend at the waist, and grab your ankles. I want to see that pretty cunt that I’ll own tonight.”

My heart was pounding so fast now, not because I was scared or embarrassed, but because I was aroused. I closed my eyes. I hadn’t seen him at the auction, but I could visualize what he looked like, sitting there, watching me … getting hard.

When I was in the position he had ordered, I waited for him to respond, or order me to perform some kind of lewd, sexual act. I might be a virgin, but I still felt aroused at that very thought.

I stood there for several seconds, but it felt lie forever, bent over, showing him the most intimate part of me.

“Remove your hands from your ankles, grab your ass cheeks, and pull them apart. I want to see what I’ll be fucking tonight.”

My throat constricted, but I didn’t hesitate to obey. I reached behind me and did what he said, and to say it was uncomfortable being on display was an understatement. With my ass and pussy now on display, and the chill in the air moving along my exposed cleft, I forced myself not to shiver.

“Good girl,” he said in a thickly deep voice. “Stand and face me again,” he said with that bass voice that did something to my insides, that had chills racing up my spine.

When I was facing him again, I swallowed hard, trying to appear calm, but knowing I was far from it.

Felix beckoned me forward with a crook of his finger, and my pussy clenched at that act alone. I took a step forward, and another, but when he leaned forward, I stopped.


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