Owning His Virgin

With a smile pasted on, I mingle around the room. My aunt, Luciana, watches me like a hawk everywhere I go. That’s her job. From the time she wakes up until I go to bed, her sole job is to make sure I stay a virgin and that I don’t do anything to disgrace this family. As if anything I could do could bring us down any further than we already are.

Aunt Luciana is talking to someone, so I walk over to the refreshment table. I stay in her line of sight because I know what happens if I don’t. She’s just as ruthless as my father and can hurt me without leaving a mark.

“Hi. I’m Diezal,” a voice says. I look up and find myself staring at the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. I blush and bite my lips. My first thought is that I hope he’s not here to buy someone. Please don’t be a monster. I find myself praying that he isn’t.

“Hi. I’m Teresa. Nice to meet you,” I reply. There’s an edginess in my voice. Strangers make me nervous, but it’s more than that with this one.

“My Teresita,” he whispers in my ear before kissing my shoulder. “Christ. You smell untouched, Florecita. Am I right?” How does he know? Maybe he’s one of those guys that needs a virgin.

“Who are you?” I ask. My body is rebelling against me. I feel like I can’t breathe and like my knees are going to give out. There is something about this man that makes me feel different, like anything is possible.

“A man who always gets what he wants.” I turn toward him but step away as I see Aunt Luciana coming toward us.

“There you are. I have been looking all over for you. You know you are supposed to be schmoozing the money. Your father is counting on you,” she says, grabbing my elbow roughly and leading me away.

“Who was that man?” she asks when we are alone.

“I don’t know, tía. He was talking to me about the jumbo shrimp,” I lie easily.

“Shrimp? Rich men don’t care about shrimp,” she says, craning her neck to try to find him.

“No, they don’t. I picked up on that right away. I was extricating myself from the conversation.”

“Good girl. Here is Mister Perry. The one your father wanted you to talk to specifically.”

“Right. Thank you, tía. What would I do without you?”

“Luckily for you, you’ll never have to find out.”

Every so often, I look over and find him immediately. Diezal. His eyes are always on me, and they feel like a caress.

Later, after I’ve done all I can do, I wait for my aunt to make her own goodbyes.

“Tonight,” he says, handing me a business card as I’m on my way out. While my aunt’s back is turned, I stuff it into my bra. My father’s men will check my purse; however, they would never touch me.

Six Weeks Later

Six long weeks of sneaking around with Diezal has been amazing. He wasn’t there trolling for some paid pussy. He was surveilling my father, and now I’m helping him. Well, right now, he’s deep inside of me while I ride him. His thick cock makes me moan; it also did an excellent job of getting me pregnant.

While I’ve never been happier, I don’t want to go back home. It’s been hard sneaking away and even harder to leave him, but I trust him.

Lately, my dad has loosened the reins a bit and let me out alone to go shopping. Instead of shopping, I went to Diezal's hotel room and fell in love with him. He showers me with attention and love, though we’ve not said the actual words.

After we finish, he holds me in his arms. When it’s time to go, I know that I don’t want to.

“I can feel you thinking, baby. What’s wrong?” he asks, the concern in his voice is evident. It makes me love him even more.

“I don’t want to go back there, Sir. Knowing everything now, I don’t want to be anywhere near him, especially now that I am pregnant,” I say, rubbing my still flat belly. He puts his hands over mine, cradling them.

“I know, baby. I promise it is almost time. Ok? Just be a little more patient.” I’ll give him all the time he needs. He is my rock. My king. My Sir. I need him in ways I’ve never needed anyone. He’s my first thought in the morning and the last thought I have at night.

When I get home, everything goes wrong.

“You’ve ruined everything; you know that don’t you?” my aunt says as soon as I walk in the door.

“What do you mean?”

“Did you really think he’d let you go anywhere alone? He had you followed. That poor American? What were you thinking?”

“What?” I ask. It takes everything in me not to touch my belly.