Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

I watched her chest heave up and down for a moment.

“But if you’re wet when I put my fingers inside you, after I f**k you good and hard you wrap your body tight around me for the rest of the night and you k**s me goodnight first. You don’t make me ask for it. Deal?”

“You’re a pig. Sick in the head,” she spat.

I smiled, “We’ve already established that. So let’s see here.”

I put my index finger to her bottom l*p and tugged it downward so that when I let go her mouth was in a sexy pout. She moistened her lips, sucked in her bottom l*p, and fixed her eyes on the ceiling.

“Look at me,” I demanded and pulled at her chin until she did.

I gave my best smoldering look and a little smile as my finger trailed down her throat, between her breasts, and then darted back up and circled a n****e. Then my finger resumed its journey downward, slowly, just below her navel.

She was holding her breath but she was still looking at me. Her n*****s were rock hard.

I trailed my finger further, down her pelvis and then stopped over her clit. I exerted a little pressure on it and watched as her eyes changed, pupils grew larger.

She was so inexperienced and totally enthralled, so easy to seduce.

I could feel the air charge with electricity. She wanted to fight, she’d tried to will her body to find what I was doing repulsive, but it wasn’t working.

I drew light tiny clockwise circles with my index finger on her clit and then flicked my wrist and plunged two fingers into her hard and fast and f**k me but she was soaked.

Claire’s POV

When his fingers drove into me I saw white light in my mind. I was dizzy with arousal.

What on earth was wrong with me?

This was the enemy here.

This was the man holding me captive, a man who’d been playing games with me the last few days, and who was now getting this kind of response from my body.

I was mortified.

Mortified didn’t even begin to describe it.

He didn’t look at me with smugness after getting his fingers into me so easily. Instead it was like someone had struck a match and his whisky-colored eyes were suddenly on fire.

“I’m going to f**k you so hard,” he told me and then he kissed me. He kissed me hard, possessively, and then he was leaning over me, bracing himself in a one-handed push-up stance, and in a split second, his fingers were gone and his c**k was there instead.

He pushed it in hard and smiled possessively at me.

“This?” he reached between us and rubbed my clit, “Mine.”

I tried to pull away but was stuck, restrained. Pulling only made the material cut into my wrists. He kissed behind my earlobe and grabbed a n****e and squeezed it hard. I whimpered.

“And this is mine,” he said into my ear and then sucked on my lobe while tweaking the n****e. Then he wedged that hand under my bottom and squeezed a cheek, “Your a*s… your sexy little a*s… soooo mine.”

I was breathing hard and my heartbeat was so fast. He started to pick up his rhythm and pushed hard and deep into me over and over. Then his hand caressed my face and he kissed me sweetly.

“These sexy lips are mine, too.” I think I started to k**s him back, I don’t know.

My head was fuzzy, almost like I was drunk or something. I felt like my body was all nerve endings and they were all buzzing, alive with sensation.

But my mind was spiralling into madness.

And that’s when I knew that I’d lost all control of myself.

“Oh yeah, k**s me baby,” he said.

s**t, I guess I had kissed him back.

s**t, s**t! He started rubbing my clit again and I started to feel the sensations rise up.

Oh no.

I’m going to have an o****m. And he’s going to think I like this.

He’s going to think tying me to his bedpost is the sort of thing I like. I don’t like this and I don’t want this, like AT ALL, so why is my body responding like this?

Why don’t I just spit in his face?

Maybe it was because I knew I couldn’t stop my body from responding.

My arms over my head, tied to the headboard, I was suddenly not pulling any longer. I was limp, letting sensation take over.

I’d been fighting so hard, trying so hard to hold myself together, to think about how to get out of this in a way that wouldn’t endanger me or my future, to not show him how weak I really felt, but right now, having my arms tied… it made it easier to deal with this.

It was easier to let him make me come because I had no choice.

It didn’t make sense but it made total sense. I had no choice. He was going to make me come. The sooner I let myself feel it, the sooner it’d be over. I didn’t have to fight. Fighting was futile.

Sensation crested for a second and then came back and overflowed and I m****d hard as the shudder wove its way through my every cell. I went from tight and trembling to lax but still trembling.

I just let the sensations just take over.

He started to plunge harder and faster and harder and faster, and then he had my head in his grasp and he was kissing me and pulling my hair a little, and then he grunted my name as he spilled into me.

“Yeah Claire! Oh f**k, baby,” he said and then trailed k****s from my lips to my chin, and downward until his mouth landed right on my girlie parts and he kissed gently on my clit and then nuzzled in.

I was gobsmacked.

He leaned up and started untying my wrists. My arms were numb.

He pulled me against him and I started to shiver. The blankets were all on the floor. He didn’t take the shivering as a cue to get them.

“Blanket?” I rasped, my voice barely a croak.

“Naw,” he answered huskily, “You can use my body to keep warm.”

I was shivering and my teeth started to actually chatter. I think I was in shock.

He pulled me tighter to his body and wrapped his arms around me and after a few minutes I actually sunk in to his warmth. I had no choice.

I had to close my eyes and get away from these intense emotions I was having. He rubbed up and down my rear end. I still had welts there and it felt bruised, hurt so much to have them touched. I whimpered.

“Go to sleep, baby. I’ll keep you warm,” he whispered and kissed my temple.

Good god. I was coming undone. Another stitch gone.

Azriel’s POV

I woke up first in the morning and she was wrapped around me, her head on my chest, her left hand under my shoulder blade and her right arm draped around me. I’d been thinking about last night all day.

Thinking about what I’d do to her tonight. I could do her right now, actually, but I’d overslept and had an early meeting to dash to.

I rolled away and got the comforter from the floor and wrapped it around her. Her eyes opened and for a split second and she stared at me dreamily.

Then it was as if she realized who I was and who I wasn’t.

Her expression dropped and her eyes frosted over.

I felt a pang in my chest. But I pushed it away.

“See ya later, sweet girl. Be good.” I tucked her in and kissed her forehead. Then I headed to the shower. She was buried under blankets as I got back out so she was either asleep or hiding from me.

I got dressed in the walk-in closet and then left the room.

** ** **

I called Rosita at noon, “What’s she doing?”

“She’s in bed.”

“Still?”

“Mmm, hmm,” She sounded judgmental, “Red eyes. Won’t talk.”

“I’ll be home at 6 to pick her up and take her out. Make sure she’s ready. I’ve called over to Donna’s for a dress and shoes and things for her. Help her, yeah?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her reply was laced with sarcasm.

I hung up. f*****g Rosita thought she had a right to interfere. I waved at the barista to bring me a refill.

Claire’s POV

Rosita was standing over me and telling me I had to get up and get dressed. She had a garment bag draped over her arm and was holding two department store bags, too.

“You and Azriel have a date tonight.” she beamed at me, “I’ve run you a bath. Go bathe, shave your legs and underarms, and shampoo and then I’ll help you get ready with your hair and make-up. I’ll get some teabags to get the puffiness out of those eyes. I saw the dress and it looks like he’s taking you somewhere nice! It’s from a shop owned by a friend of the family and you’re going to look so gorgeous, madame.” She clapped her hands together.

Was she for freaking real?

She left the room and I slowly got to my feet. I got a head rush. I wandered into the bathroom.

I couldn’t sit in the bath. It was hot. Too hot for my sore a*s and it’d definitely make my scraped up knees hurt, too. Just as I was about to climb in the shower stall, she rushed into the bathroom and stopped in her tracks when she saw my naked rear end.

“Do you mind?” I breathed, grabbing a towel and covering myself.

Her face contorted, “Who did that to you? Was that—” she stopped and her hand covered her mouth.

I didn’t answer her. I got into the stall and shut the door. She left in a huff.

She couldn’t seriously have expected me to share my grievances with her.

I got in the shower and tried to get myself clean but I didn’t feel clean. At all. No amount of soap and running water could erase what he’d done to my body and my mind in the past few days.

After my shower, Sarah quietly blow dried my hair and then put it in hot rollers and put makeup on my face.

She cleaned the now chipping red nail polish off my fingers and toes and then did a French manicure on both. Then she threaded my eyebrows like a pro.

The results were as professional-looking as any salon I’d ever been at.

Not that I’d been to many but they did look great. Not that I cared about looking good for Azriel.

I was in a red slip dress and kitten heeled black sandals that were thankfully not nearly as high as the f**k-me shoes I’d worn to the club that night, that night when my life was ripped away from me.

I didn’t want to look good for him; I wanted to be invisible to him.

I wished I was in a burlap sack and yellow rubber rain boots so he wouldn’t even look twice at me.

Rosita had given me some aloe gel with lidocaine to spread on my backside and my rug burn so that it’d help numb me.

She hadn’t asked any more questions but her lips were pursed tight when she’d passed me the gel.