Sold to Him

In fact, I’m still craving him while alone in this room. He didn’t even let me get him off, and I wanted to. I want to see that big cock. I could feel it was thick and the heat scalded my hands through his pants. He wanted me, but his control was too strong. I guess not that strong, because he did give into me a little bit. I saw the damp spot on his trousers, and my pussy clenches again, knowing that Mr. Knight was leaking pre-cum from our encounter.

God, I want more time with him. I look at the door, willing it to open, and when it finally does it’s another tall blonde.

“Hi, I’m Marian. Come with me please,” she says with a smile. She walks me through the maze quickly and efficiently before getting a call on a cell phone.

“Yes?”

She pauses and I follow suit right behind her as I try to listen in on the call. I hear the word “night” or “Knight,” but I can’t be sure if it’s a reference to time or the hot man that left me dripping.

Could he be checking on me? Wishful thinking, I know, but a girl can dream.

Then it hits me—this is all a test! Was that how I was supposed to behave? Oh no! Maybe I’ve failed something and he’s calling to tell them I don’t have the job.

“Okay. I’ll wait,” Marian says before ending the call.

“Is everything okay?” I ask fearfully, and from the rise of her eyebrow and flicker in her eye, I’m sure everything is not okay.

“It seems you’ll have special instructions, so I’m going to walk you to the front lobby before waiting for further information.”

I frown, not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. It sounds like I’m being released, but does that mean I failed? I anxiously follow her through the endless mazes of hallways, hoping that I passed the test. And if I did, will I ever see Grayson Knight again? Or was that merely just a fly-by-night encounter, over before it began? My heart lurches and I wait with bated breath … because oh god, I’m already desperate to see and feel the billionaire once more.

Chapter 4

Grayson

Incredible. That girl is just incredible.

After making her cum, I knew I had to get the hell out before I did anything else I would regret. I walked out of there fast, hobbling with my dick so big that it was like a third leg. Thank god my office is near the Presentation Room and I didn’t see too many people on my way here. The plush leather chair shifts under my weight and I push back from my desk, turning to face the massive floor-to-ceiling windows looking out to the city.

I rub my temples to relieve the pressure, but it’s pointless since it’s definitely the wrong area that needs soothing. I lean back with a groan, knowing my work is completely shot for the rest of the day.

“Trina.” I roll her name across my tongue in the empty room. It’s so sweet and tempting, just like the woman.

Did she realize just how close I was to owning her sweet virgin pussy then and there? No, she’s too innocent for that. Even though I made her come and my meat was standing up big and high enough to salute all of New York City, she was still blushing like a beautiful summer rose. Like she couldn’t believe any of what was going on between us.

Well, I believe it, all right. I widen my thighs to give my length some room. It throbs in my pants, hard enough to split rocks but ready to ream that hot and juicing wetness of hers. Unable to resist, I grab my member and squeeze a couple of times. I want to beat off. Shit, I’m about desperate for it. But the next time I cum because of her, I want it to be with her—inside her to be exact.

I put my fingers to my nose, draw in a deep breath, and almost cum without touching myself. My hand still smells like her saucy cunt. What would it be like to have a taste of all that direct from the source? It would be explosive, I’m sure of it. I can almost hear the breathy little cries she’d make coming all over my mouth. A small jet of sperm spurts from my dick in anticipation.

Trina Markham. Goddamn. She’s perfect in every way. At least, perfect for me. Hell, perfect for any guy with a working sex drive. The other billionaires would trip over their own feet for the chance to see her soft form in the auction room, to stroke those heaving curves before easing their cocks into her virgin hole.

And so far, she’s the cream of a pretty big crop.