Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

He covered my hand with his on the table, his fingers grazing mine as he held my hand in a firm grip.

“Can I take off my blindfold ?” I ask, annoyed with the fact that I wasn’t able to see him.

“No.” He softly said.

“I hope you’re hungry.” He adds as I hear the clatter of plates.

Adjusting my dress because I didn’t like how exposed it was now, I retort, “But why the blindfold ? I have already seen you.” I expect a serious answer but instead I hear him chuckle lightly.

“The stranger who you so ‘elegantly’ showed off your body to was the man I employed to buy you for me, so I didn’t have to reveal my identity.” He says, disgust from me clear in his voice.

“What kind of girl gets naked in front of a man who she has no idea is ?” He says, clearly taunting me.

“You’re the one buying me.” I shoot back, feeling humiliated. He made me feel like a w***e ! Who did he think he was ?

I squeal when he grips my hand so hard I’m sure it would sprain. He pulls me up and flips me around so I’m sitting on his lap. I let out a gasp when I feel his hand wrap around my waist so possessively.

I froze when I felt his other hand run down from my h*p to my naked leg. Suddenly I wasn’t feeling very fond of the slit which ran right up to my upper thigh. Stroking my leg, he chuckled when he felt me shiver against him.

“Are you cold ?” He asks, moving his hand up my arms, making goosebumps raise on my skin as I squirmed in his lap. The bastard found my uncomfortableness amusing. He kept stroking my leg, moving his hands higher and higher up my thigh.

“Why did you employ some other man ? “ I ask, my nervousness taking the best of me. How stupid was I for asking him that question ? Oh….maybe his face is disfigured or something…or maybe he’s..um, old.

Ugh !

“My identity needed to be hidden.” He says, tightening his hand around me.

I can hear the waiter set out the table. I expect him to let me slide off his lap but he doesn’t.

Once I hear the door close, signalling that the waiter had left, I start to take off my blindfold. “Stop !” He almost yells. I freeze on his lap when his hand wraps around my wrist, holding me off from untying the silk blindfold.

“If you take off that blindfold, you can bid goodbye to your 5 million dollars.” He breathes near my neck. My body shivering from his dangerous tone. I almost m**n when he presses a k**s on my neck, his hand caressing my shoulder. My breath caught in my throat when I felt him fumble with the strap of my dress.

“Will you at least tell me your name ? You know mine already. It’s only fair that I know yours.” I exasperatedly said. But then huskily added, “Isn’t it ?” I lean back into him, caressing his upper arm.

I let out a throaty m**n when I felt him press another k**s against my shoulder. A growl erupted from his chest as he kissed along my collarbone, his hot and skilled tongue biting and licking my sensitive skin.

“Come on, baby !” I g*****d, arching my neck as I rubbed up my slit-exposed leg against his. “Tell me your name !”

I yelped when I felt him take a hold of my neck as he breathed against it from behind, “Don’t play with me baby girl.”

His voice made chills run up my spine, “Sorry.” I squeaked out. I’d never been this afraid and this turned on in my life.

The way he held me by my neck so roughly, his whole body pressed up against mine…..it was exciting and frightening at the same time.

“Stand up.” He commanded, caressing my neck before he let go.

I immediately obeyed…..eager to get away from his intimidating self.

I sat down after fumbling around a bit…….the blindfold wasn’t making any of this easier.

“Open your mouth.” I hear his dangerously deep voice command me.

“Why ?” I ask, perturbed by his weird wish as I ran a hand along my dress.

“So that you can suck my c**k.” He blankly states, making my mouth drop open.

“W…what ?” I gasp out, grabbing onto the table so I don’t fall off.

My brows screw up in confusion when I hear him chuckling.

“Would you give your dirty mind a rest, Claire !” He says. It was hard for me to glare at him with this blindfold on my eyes or he’d be six feet under right now. “The sucking is for the later part of the night.” He darkly adds, making my stomach flip in anticipation.

“It’s chicken and pepper soup. “ He told me just as my mouth parted when the sweet, warm smell invaded my nostrils . The soup tasted foreign…..different but good. I had no idea how hungry I’d been until the soup slid down my throat. And embarrassingly enough I m****d when he slid the spoon out of my mouth.

“Good ?” He says, giving me another spoonful and all I can do is nod.

God ! Even his feeding me feels so sensual.

I could now say he wasn’t old…..I mean, certainly not that old. An old man couldn’t have such a hot, husky voice.

Then why the blindfold ? Oh…..maybe he’s ugly or something. But that’s impossible. I just couldn’t imagine him as ugly. He was much too dominating and confident to not be attractive.

I shudder when I feel his one finger brush against my bottom l*p when he’s done feeding me. I take his finger between my teeth and lightly bite it, eliciting a m**n from him.

“f**k, Claire !” He growls out, suddenly smashing his lips on mine. I respond almost instantly, granting him entrance when his hot tongue invades my mouth. The k**s starts slow but then he gets more forceful….the k**s becomes even more heated as our tongues swirl together in desperation.

He m***s when I slide my hand up in his hair.

He suddenly breaks the k**s, making me frown at him in confusion.

If only I could see his face….

“I had this planned for a little later but you’re not making it easy for me to wait.” He tells me, running his hand up and down my body.

“Sit up on the table.” He says.

“W…what ?” I breathlessly ask, my heart beating out of my chest from our sudden k**s.

“Get up on the table.” He said, his tone dangerously low. With weak knees, I climb up on the hard wood…..curious to know what he planned to do.

“Open your legs for me, baby !” He huskily says.

Not being able to see him just added onto the anticipation…..I had no way of knowing what he would do next.

I hesitate, closing my legs tightly so my private part wasn’t visible…..it’s evident that my nerves got the best of me.

“I do like a shy girl.” He says, roughly parting my legs as he positioned himself between them. My heart sped up and I almost forgot how to breathe when I felt his hand slightly graze my p***y which must be completely visible through my red panties.

“You weren’t shy to show off yourself in front of the other man the other day.” He darkly says….a hint of anger lacing his voice or maybe it’s just my imagination.

Much to my disappointment…..he goes back to stroking my legs.

My p***y aches for his touch…..but I’m too proud to ask him to touch me.

I m**n when he brings his hand back to palm me through the flimsy material. Oh ! Maybe that’s why he chose this dress for me……so he could have access.

He shoves the material barely covering my p***y aside…..exposing my wet folds to his ever so rough touch. I wish I could see him…..just a peek.

“Tell me Claire, has any other man ever eaten your wet p***y.” He says, leaning in. I almost lose it when he puts his mouth on me, his tongue lightly flicking my clit.

“Oh God !” I s****m when he starts working me up, his tongue thrusting so hard between my folds. I can feel my juices flowing furiously through my p***y and onto his lips. Pushing my head back, I grab onto the table with my one hand….the pleasure too much for me to bear.

“Answer me Claire.” He growls out, torchering me even more….his tongue stroking my clit so achingly slow.

“No.” I queitly whisper…..I’d never been too fond of the thought of someone kissing me….there. But if I’d known how good it would feel…… that would’ve been my most besotted s****l thing to do.

“So I’m the only man who has ever tongue-f****d you ?” He taunts, his tongue rubbing faster and faster against my wet folds…..I can feel the climax build up inside of me. The heat blazing in the pit of my stomach makes my p***y hurt with the need to c*m !Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Yes. Harder….please.” I beg……my mind swimming with need and desperation for this man.

His mouth palys with my clit, his tongue drawing cirlces on my v****a….its as if he’s oblivious to my painful need to get a release.

Then he suddenly starts going faster and harder….I almost tip over the edge….my c*m ready to flow out so I could finally relax.

But before I can find my release, he stops. Just as I am about to c*m harder than I ever have……he stops.

“That should teach you not to ever get naked for another man.” He mocks, making my mouth drop open.

I would’ve shot fire at him with my stare if my eyes weren’t covered with this damn blindfold. “Although, it would be so much fun to watch you get f****d…..hard by another man.” He darkly whispers…..making my insides quiver with l**t.