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“Who is it?” What else am I supposed to say? This isn’t my home, nor is it my room. This was just for one night.

“May I come in?”

His voice is dark and deep.

My heart rate triples.

Shit.

This is really happening.

I had always fantasized about what my first time would be like. Touching a man, being touched. Not once did I think it would be to the highest bidder. Still, not having the dream experience means that more security is in place. There would be a man posted outside the door just in case.

If at any point the mystery man decides to use his fists, or hurt me, I’m to scream. The guard would be in and all will be okay. He’d deal with the man and I’d still get paid.

The fear is back.

I’ve never been good when it comes to pain. I’m the kind of person who cries when she cuts her finger. Wow, this is going to suck big time. Staring straight ahead, I feel my heart pound, which gets worse as I hear a knock on the door.

I glance around the room. Should I answer?

Why are they knocking?

Biting my lip, I can’t stop frowning.

The knock comes again.

I’ve sold my virginity, and now I have to pay the price. “Yes, of course.” I hate how nervous I sound.

Does he hear it?

He doesn’t enter straight away.

I count how long I wait for him to come inside.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

The door finally opens. I look away, almost afraid of who I’ll find entering the room.

There isn’t any window, and my fear no longer feels justified.

I did this.

The man has bought me for the night, but this is all me.

Every single part of it.

I turn and look at him.

He isn’t what I was expecting.

The man standing by the door is indeed older; late thirties maybe. Not that I can tell all that much from staring at him. He looks at me, his hands by his sides, but he doesn’t seem nervous.

No.

Staring into his deep blue eyes, I am taken aback by how he watches me, assessing.

There is something dark beneath that gaze that keeps me on the spot. This is the man who’s purchased me. For one night he owns me, and because I didn’t demand the fairy tale, it doesn’t have to be sweet and nice.

I wanted the darkness, and from the look on his face, he is more than willing to give it to me.

“Stand up,” he says.

I do exactly as he said.

Bowing my head, I wonder how long the carpet’s been laid. It looks old, almost vintage. Maybe that is the appeal here. It reminds me of something you’d see in an old movie where the girl was put up for sale.

Okay, now I’m just trying to pretend my fantasy isn’t that fucked up, far from it.

“Strip.”

I don’t even know his name. Not that it matters. I won’t tell him mine. Kicking off my sneakers, I start working on the buttons of my shirt.

He still hasn’t moved.

I give him my back as I go to unsnap my bra.

His voice holds me to the spot.

“No, I want to see. Turn back around. Show me.”

My cheeks are on fire.

I’ve never been spoken to like that before.

Without looking at him, I slowly remove my bra, feeling my tits spring out. I’ve always been well-blessed in the chest department.

No one else has ever seen them.

There are a lot of firsts going on tonight. When I finally get to my p@nties, I hesitate.

“All of it.”

There is no need to get scared. If he hurts me in any way unless I want it, I can call out to the guard.

Wriggling out of my panties, I clasp my fingers together, hoping my long hair will in some way cover my body.

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 ch3rry 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 p*ssy. 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.”