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There’s a pause, as I hear him groan and strain behind me, and then a moment later, I gasp as I feel myself stretching so damn wide for him, his hot thickness slipping so fucking
inside me.

He shifts position slightly, so that I feel the full broadness of his back covering me now, his hot breath against my neck, my face still buried in the sheets, my whimpers and sighs stifled by the scrap of silk that I’ve pinched between my teeth, as I feel his hands clamp down on my thighs, spreading me beneath him so that he can ease himself even
inside me.

Again, I feel it: that weirdly-good mixture of pleasure and pain as he begins to slide his hot cock slowly in and out of my pussy, causing the most delicious sensations to swirl and churn inside me with each fresh thrust of his hips – pumping his cock ever harder and deeper inside me.

Soon I’ve lost all shame and embarrassment, writhing and thrashing and crying out beneath him, lost totally in my own pleasure, not caring
might hear my cries and moans, cries and moans that must be echoing all around this house as he plunders my pussy with his cock, and in a rush I feel my whole body bubbling over, and just like that I’m coming, hard, so hard I can’t help but let out a cry – a low, animal cry, my mind flashing white from the sheer force of my orgasm, my whole slender body shuddering and trembling beneath him. And just as I’m recovering, I feel him fall forward onto me, pinning me beneath him as he too cries out, his whole body shuddering, and deep inside me, even through the thin rubber that encases his cock, I can feel the heat and pulse of his come.

A moment later, he shifts off me, pushing himself up beside me on the sheets and drawing me towards him, turning me around and feverishly pressing his lips against mine, and I tremble again, though this time from a much more gentle feeling that floods my heart – a feeling of simple happiness and warmth ...

Perhaps even ...

Is that totally crazy?

That I can feel something so deep, so soon for this man I hardly know?

I feel a smile tug at the corners of my mouth while we’re still kissing, and a moment later I have to pull my face away from his to let out the silly little laugh that’s been building inside me for the last few seconds.

“What’s so funny?” he murmurs.

“It’s nothing,” I reply in a whisper. “I’m just happy, that’s all.”

But instead of answering, I watch that coldness suddenly clamping down on him again, just like the other night, encircling him completely – and just like that I know exactly what’s going to happen next.

Sure enough, he turns back to me, his eyes cold and blank now, and says quietly, “I should go. I have a lot to do tomorrow.”

I stay silent, biting on my lip, too scared to speak in case I embarrass myself with any more of my silly girlish talk.

I fight back the tears as I watch him quickly gather his things and then leave, determined not to show him just how hurt I am.

But as he goes, I feel my heart break just a little.







Thank God. I’m so glad that tonight I can finally finish work at a reasonable hour. And before I leave, I take a moment to double check my schedule for the remainder of the week. Fantastic. Nothing pressing, just a couple of lunch meetings. I’m finally free ...

I race towards the elevator, trying to ignore the weird feeling I have in my stomach. I can’t quite explain it, but it’s a feeling I haven’t known for years and years ... Since I was a kid in fact. A feeling that I almost can’t put into words.

Just as I’m pressing the button to summon the elevator, I hear a familiar voice behind me.

“Hey, hold the doors!”

I turn around. It’s Greg. Again.


I fight back the urge to just race off without him and force myself to keep the doors held for him. We both step inside the quiet of the elevator, and he quickly turns to me and lays a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, sorry about last night,” he says, as I’m jabbing at the button for the ground floor.

“Don’t mention it,” I reply quietly.

“So,” he continues, “you bringing a date to the ball tomorrow night?”

“The what?” I say, turning to look at him.

“The charity ball,” he grins back. “The ball for the charity
you set up
. You can’t possibly have forgotten that! You’re making the big speech.”

I groan inwardly –
the ball
Of course.

forgotten, and as usual, Julia had probably been too busy surfing Facebook or whatever the hell it is she does all day at her desk to add it into my weekly schedule. Probably because it was arranged so damn long ago.

Why the hell did I ever agree to give a
, I think to myself with annoyance. But then I think again about the charity and know that it’s only right for me to represent it. If only it was
any other week ...

Just then the elevator reaches the ground floor, and by the time I step out into the lobby, I can already see my driver, Trent, waiting outside with the Bentley.

“Well, see you tomorrow, Buddy,” Greg says, punching me playfully on the arm before heading off towards the doors.

I hold back, pausing for a moment to look around me at the huge marble lobby, and then back at that gleaming car, waiting for me outside – polished to perfection, engine purring, driver waiting patiently for me to arrive – and marvel again that this is all
, that I built this whole business up from scratch.

But even though it’s pretty damn impressive, it still leaves me feeling kind of ... hollow.

I shake off the feelings, focusing again on that
feeling – the one that’s still burbling away, deep down in my stomach as I think about tonight – how I finally have a whole night with
ahead of me.

I guess you could call it excitement. Excitement and happiness.


really do
need to get my feelings under control, don’t I?






Here I am, having a candlelit meal with Marcus, but for some reason I just can’t bring myself to enjoy it. I’ve spent the whole of today feeling so out of sorts. This morning, for instance, I wandered around this huge house, and explored the grounds too – the private swimming pool, the tennis courts, the acres of bright green sculpted gardens – but I just couldn’t relax, no matter what I did, and ended up spending practically the whole afternoon holed up in my room again instead.

It’s like there’s this brick, sitting there at the pit of my stomach – this horrible heaviness, weighing me down, pinning me in place, as I think all over again just what I’ve done, and what I’ve lost – something
amount of money can ever bring back ...

My virginity.

“Are you okay, Alisha?” Marcus asks, looking up at me from across the table.

And I know in that moment that I just can’t hide it anymore. I need to say this, even if it costs me everything.

“No, I’m not,” I reply. “I ...”

I pause.

Am I really about to say it?

“I just don’t think I can do this anymore,” I blurt out, feeling the hot sting of tears welling up in the corners of my eyes.

He puts down his fork, then reaches out for my hand across the table, covering it with his own for a moment. But I quickly yank my hand away and into the safety of my lap, feeling my heart begin to hammer as hard as hell as the realization of what I’m about to do well and truly sinks in.

Because with these words, I’m about to kiss goodbye to a whole possible other life: I’m about to kiss goodbye to
million dollars

“I’m not a whore, Marcus,” I say in an almost whisper. “And if I take your money at the end of this week, then that makes me one, doesn’t it?”

To my surprise, he shakes his head.

“No, you’re
a whore, Alisha,” he says, his voice brimming with tenderness and understanding, so much it kind of knocks me back a little. “You know what you are?”

I shake my head.

“You’re a beautiful and refined young woman. I’m learning things from you, Alisha. I’m learning about myself ... I’m ...”

At this, he pauses for a moment.

“What?” I push. “What were you about to say?”

And to my surprise I watch a soft blush actually rise to his cheeks! In a million years I never thought I’d see a cold-blooded guy like Marcus Whitelaw look embarrassed, but here he is, suddenly the one squirming in his seat!

“Well,” he says in a low tone, not quite meeting my eye, “I guess I’m feeling things for you that I wasn’t expecting. Things I wasn’t prepared for. At first I ignored them, but now? Well, I guess I’d like to explore those feelings further. I want you to stay here, Alisha. Forget about the money for now if you have to. But please stay the rest of the week. Please?”

I stay silent, my head still swirling, still so unsure about what I want.

“I know I’ve been cold with you,” he continues, “keeping you at arms length the last few nights. But I was only doing that to protect you. To protect both of us, really. I was scared and somewhat taken aback by how quickly, and how
, I’ve been falling for you. Listen, tomorrow night, there’s a function – it’s this black tie charity ball that our company throws every year. Well, I’d like you to accompany me to it. I’d like you to meet my colleagues. I’d like to show you off, to everyone. So? What do you say? Will you be my date?”

I take a deep breath.

“Okay,” I reply with a shy smile. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you.”

And when he smiles too, it’s like the sun suddenly comes out, flooding the room with warmth and happiness.

As the meal draws to a close, I feel myself wondering about the rest of the night ahead – what exactly is going to happen next. But before I can even ask, Marcus says, “We don’t need to do anything tonight if you don’t want to. I just want you to be happy, Alisha. I meant what I said. That’s’ the most important thing. Screw the contract.”

“But I
want something to happen,” I reply quickly, surprising myself with the urgency of my words. Because this is still all so new to me, so strange – to feel this way about anyone.

I fight back my embarrassment and continue to speak.

“Last night,” I say quietly. “What you told me ... What you
me about pleasure and pain? Well, I guess I enjoyed it, Marcus, I enjoyed it even more than I thought I would.”

“I’m glad,” he says, that now-familiar playful glint appearing in his eye.

“And, well, I guess I want to know more,” I continue, fighting back my embarrassment as I decide to just
say what I want
, for once in my life. “I want you to show me everything, Marcus. Teach me. Push me to my limits. Really. I want that. I want you to do whatever you want to me.”

I’m surprised at what I’ve just said -surprised but turned on too.

“Are you sure?” he replies, tenderly. “Because some of the things I want to do are kind of ...
, Alisha.”

“The darker the better,” I say excitedly. “Really, Marcus. Show me

“Very well,” he says, pushing himself to his feet and offering his hand to me. “In that case, come with me ...”

I take his hand and he leads us in silence up to his bedroom, closing the door behind us, enveloping us once more in the pulsating quiet of his room.

I turn to face him, leaning in to kiss him, but to my surprise he shakes his head.

“That’s not what I want,” he says. “What I
is for you to turn around and bare your ass to me. What I
is for you to do just as I say. Do you understand me?”

I nod, eager to obey his command, throwing myself forward onto the bed, tugging my dress up around my waist and then pushing my panties down around my thighs – baring myself to him, just as he asked.

I find I even enjoy the anticipation, hearing the soft creak of his footsteps on the floor behind me as he approaches, waiting for the first touch of his hand. And sure enough, I feel his touch on my skin, his hand stroking across my ass for a moment, his fingers tracing between my legs, to the very center of me – the part of me that feels as if it’s on fire right now. And as he works his fingers gently over my clit and then back again, teasing me, tracing the hot stickyness that seems to seep from within me back and forth across my tender swollen folds, I push my face hard into the sheets and moan in pleasure, arching my back and gripping the silk tightly between my teeth. Then a moment later, he draws his fingers from me.

I wait, shivering, as behind me I hear the unmistakable sound of him unbuckling the thick leather belt he always wears and slipping it slowly from his slacks.

“Are you
you want this, Alisha?” he says quietly. “Because if you don’t, now is the time to say something ...”

“I’m sure, Marcus,” I reply, my voice shaking with both fear and anticipation. “I do, I really do.”

I hear the thick leather creaking in his hands as he winds one end of the belt around his knuckles.

“Very well.”

Another long trembling pause and then ...

The pain is like nothing I have
experienced before – the white-hot sharpness of the leather so much more focused and intense than the crack of his hand against my buttocks. I don’t even cry out. It’s too intense. All I’m able to do is suck the air sharply between my lips at the violent intensity of the; sting, which seems to bloom now in a tingling heat from deep within my flesh.

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asks quietly but sternly from behind me. “Or would you perhaps like another?”

“Please, sir,” I reply, my voice quavering and trembling from the heady mix of sensations that are coursing through me, “I
like another. I still feel kind of ... naughty.”

“Very well.”

comes the belt a second time, slapping hard against my bare ass, causing an even greater flash of pain than the first time around.

And then a third:
, and a fourth,
, each fresh sting of pain causing my heart to pound and the moans to escape my lips, stifled a little by the sheets which I’ve kept gripped tight between my teeth as I writhe around beneath my strict master – never before experiencing such a wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain, satisfying almost all parts of my trembling body simultaneously.

But just then he stops, and I know now what else I need from him.

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