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  Ordering His Virgin

  Club Lush Book 10

  Copyright © 2021 Jamie Knight Romance.

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  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  Here is the reading order for the Club Lush series,

  which can be read and understood alone but are best enjoyed all together!

  Binding His Virgin

  Silencing His Virgin

  Riding His Virgin

  Masking His Virgin

  Revealing His Virgin

  Teaching His Virgin

  Choosing His Virgin

  Taking His Virgin

  Breaking in His Virgin

  Ordering His Virgin

  These are the books that have been added to the series at the time of publication of this one, but new books are being released all the time.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One - Carrie

  Chapter Two - Jackson

  Chapter Three - Jackson

  Chapter Four - Carrie

  Chapter Five - Jackson

  Chapter Six - Carrie

  Chapter Seven - Carrie

  Chapter Eight - Jackson

  Epilogue - Carrie

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  Chapter One - Carrie

  The rain wasn’t messing around the last couple of days. No sun, just endless rain; something I thought really suited my mood. Nothing was exciting about my life. I’d go back and forth from home to school — nowhere else. I spent most of my days studying and watching the latest TV show on Netflix and turning down the numerous requests from boys who wanted to take me out.

  The thing was, I was extremely shy. I always had been. Ever since I could remember, I didn’t talk with boys at all. I mean, I was a 21-year-old virgin in college! How lame was that?

  I didn’t have time for boys. I had enough to worry about, like making my parents proud and getting my college degree. Okay, I must admit that that was just a silly excuse I gave myself for basically not having a life. But I didn’t know what to do to change things.

  However, change came on its own.

  On that particular day, I had to rush from the lecture hall to the parking lot, having left my umbrella at my apartment. By the time I got to the car and managed to locate my keys from the jungle that was my purse, I was already soaked. I saw Ben, a guy from class, walking fast towards his car, which was right next to mine. He had an umbrella and his keys in his hands.

  Organized, lucky bustard, I thought to myself.

  I shoved myself into the car and drove off fast. I didn’t want any interaction with him. He had asked me out a week before, and I told him that I would think about it. And of course, I didn’t think about it because I wasn’t planning on going out with him. But at the same time, I didn’t want to disappoint him by saying no. He was generally a sweet, respectful guy. I was the one with the problem.

  So, I drove a little faster than usual. My goal was to get home as quickly as possible, just to lay on the couch with some snacks. Yeah, some goal. I was only a couple of miles out when I heard some weird sounds coming from my car’s undercarriage. I had no idea what was wrong at that moment. I just hoped that whatever it was, it would wait until I got home.

  My car suddenly stopped. Whatever was breaking had finally given in. I got out and saw a lot of smoke coming out from the hood. I stood in the rain staring at my car for a couple of minutes, then decided to walk home. My car problems weren’t going to be resolved anytime soon. I had no money to get my car fixed, so I decided to deal with one problem at a time. The problem ahead of me was getting to my warm apartment. I would deal with the car issue the following morning.

  The rain seemed to be increasing with every step I took. I thought about my umbrella. My beautiful umbrella at my tiny apartment. Why was I so poor? I hated not having money. By the time I got to my apartment’s doorstep, I knew I had to find a quick way to make some cash.

  I took out my house keys from my bag and opened the door. I could feel water dripping from every part of my body, so I stood on the mat at the doorway for a little while to let the water completely drip off. I didn’t want to trace water all over our apartment.

  “Gina?” I called out to my roommate. I knew she was around the apartment somewhere because I could smell the herbal tea she loved to make. At first, I was bothered by the smell, but I had to admit that the tea had grown on me a little.

  “In the kitchen!” she responded.

  Gina had a hoarse voice, which I found very soothing. She was a short girl. A few more inches off of her, and she would be considered tiny. Her hair was dark and always tied in a knot on top of her head to keep it out of the painting she was continually doing. She wanted to be a famous artist someday. My roommate generally had a geeky, quirky, weird vibe, and we got along so well.

  I stared at myself in the mirror in the hallway then found my way to my bedroom. Gina and I lived in a two-bedroom apartment in the not-so-safe side of town. That’s what we could afford now, and even though I had heard crazy stories about our neighborhood, I hadn’t witnessed anything terrible so far.

  “Oh my God, were you rained on?” Gina asked when she saw me.

  “I hate that stupid car. Sometimes I wonder why I have a car in the first place!” I started to vent.

  “What happened?”

  “It broke down, and I had to walk home in the rain — stupid car. I need a new car,” I shouted from the bathroom. I took a towel, dried my hair, changed into some dry clothes, and went to sit on the couch like I had planned to.

  Gina brought me a cup of hot tea and a blanket and sat right next to me.

  “If you really want to buy a new car, then you should get a job and save for it. I’m sure you’ll be able to afford one in a couple of months,” she suggested.

  “A couple of months? I can’t live a couple of months without a car!” I acted like Gina’s suggestion was absurd when it was one of the soundest pieces of advice anyone had ever given me. But still, I couldn’t take her advice because it was practically impossible. A job would get in the way of my studies, and I couldn’t have that.

  “You know how tight my schedule is,” I told her, and she nodded.

  “So, what are you going to do?” my roommate asked.

  “I don’t know, but I need to find a way to make like twenty-thousand dollars in a day or two, buy a new car, and forget about car problems for a while.”

  “Oh yeah? And I need a private jet,” Gina said sarcastically and laughed.

  We looked at each other and kept on laughing for a few minutes. That’s why I loved me some Gina. She listened to my crazy ideas and laughed at them, helping me get back to reality.

  “Seriously, though. Do you think it’s possible to find a one-time gig that pays twenty grand?” I asked with a straight face.

  She shrugged. “I mean, we won’t find out unless we look,” Gina suggested, and a few minutes later, we were both browsing through our phones to find something. I knew my dreams were far-fetched, and I wasn’t hopeful of finding anything at all. But wouldn’t it be nice to actually find such a gig?

  “Found something!” my roommate jumped up.

  “What? What is it?” I grabbed at her phone.

  “You’re not going to like it, and you probably won’t do it, so le
t me just keep looking,” she told me.

  “What? Let me see what it is. What tells you I won’t do it? Is it an assassination gig?” I don’t know why assassination came to mind, but it seemed like the kind of gig that paid 20K.

  “No.”

  “Bounty hunting?”

  “No.”

  “Then what? Tell me what the job is about.”

  She rolled her eyes. “It says here: Sell your virginity to the highest bidder. Why give it up for free when you can make some bucks out of it? They say that everything is confidential and on your terms.”

  I sat back, shocked. “Wow, there’s a market for everything these days,” I said, and we both burst out laughing.

  “Alright, what is the process?” I asked.

  My roommate almost dropped her phone. “You’re serious, Carrie? You want to do this?” she asked, a little concerned.

  “Yeah, why not? It’s not like I’m a princess waiting for her prince charming. I don’t even have a boyfriend. I mean, I have to give up my virginity at some point. I think twenty grand for my first time is a fair trade,” I explained.

  Gina thought about it. “I can see what you mean,” she said and started creating my account.

  There were so many options on there; like in one of them, you could choose if you would be open to being tied up by the man. Gina called it BDSM. I had never heard that word before that day, but I decided that I was willing to give it a try if the man who chose me would like it. As my profile came to life, so did my realization that I might actually go through with this plan.

  A couple of minutes later, my profile was ready to go. It had my picture, preferences, and everything. All that was left now was for someone to notice me and give me an offer. Gina and I sat and fixated our eyes on the screen. Was anyone going to pick me?

  Probably not, I thought to myself.

  Suddenly, I heard a notification sound and saw a blue envelope on the screen. Could it be?

  Chapter Two - Jackson

  The flowerpots in my home office hadn’t been cleaned for a week and a half, and I was getting annoyed. Little brown leaves now covered the plant’s base, and for some reason, they were irritating the living shit out of me. It should have been handled. I shouldn’t have to ask.

  I knew what people called me behind my back. I’ve been called petty and a micromanager by many, but I didn’t care. I didn’t become a billionaire by caring what people thought about me. I got where I was due to my insistence that people do their jobs.

  Besides, I knew I was extra grumpy because I was so horny. I hadn’t had sex in a month, due to Club Lush being closed for the pandemic and the tension in my body was building up. Still, it wasn’t like there was a shortage of women I could have sex with; being wealthy meant that women would throw themselves at me all the time, no matter the state of the world. But without Club Lush to provide the kind of girls I liked, I was bored out of my mind. There was simply no mystery in women those days — no purity or innocence. I needed someone fresh, and I had an idea of where to look. But first, I needed my office orderly.

  “Amelia?” I said when the maid picked up the phone. “Could you please come to my office?”

  I heard a knock on my door a few minutes later, and I told the maid to come in.

  “Oh great, you’re here. Do you mind clearing out the dead leaves from the flowerpots?” I told Amelia as soon as she reached my desk. She was my overall house manager. She was in charge of hiring and firing and the general supervision of the other staff.

  “Apologies, sir. I won’t let them pile up again,” she said before she went and got some cleaning equipment.

  Satisfied that everything would be fixed soon. I left my office and headed to my bedroom, two floors up. I changed into something comfortable, got into bed, and picked up my laptop. Freshpussy.com was the website that was recommended to me by one of my friends from the club. He was apparently a regular visitor on that site now and purchased quite a few women willing to sell their virginity.

  A relationship was out of the question. As a CEO, I didn’t have time for love. Besides, it was my experience that once a woman got comfortable as a part of my life, that’s when she tried to take power in the relationship. I was tired of Golddiggers, who felt they could boss me around. No pussy was worth that.

  What I needed was an unsullied little virgin — someone who had never been touched and would be mine to claim. If she was willing to let me dominate her, then that would be perfect.

  However, Freshpussy was not giving up the goods. I had been at it for about five days, searching for the perfect girl, and I was getting ready to give up. I decided that this night would be the last night I would browse the website. If I didn’t find anyone by the time I was thirty minutes in, I would quit and find a girl the old-fashioned way.

  I opened freshpussy.com and logged into my account. I went through the first page, then the second, then the third, until I started to see profiles of women I had seen on the previous day.

  This is useless, I thought to myself.

  I went back to the first page. I wanted to see if there was anyone on there that I would at least consider. I refreshed the page, then held my breath.

  There she was. The virgin I was looking for.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. The perfect girl was right at the top of the page. She had long blonde hair with dark roots. Her eyes were a perfect blue, and her face had innocence written all over it. However, her body screamed sin. With wide hips and huge tits, she was ripe for the plucking.

  How could she be a virgin? For a moment there, I thought that this was one of those profiles that conmen used to catfish people, but something else told me to give it a try. My dick hardened under the sheets as I looked her over. It would be impossible to get her out of my mind until I had tasted her. I hurried and made a ten-million-dollar bid. I had plenty of money, and $10M was a drop in the ocean to me. Besides, I had to make a statement. That kind of money would most certainly attract her to me. I was sure of that.

  A couple of minutes later, I got a notification saying that my bid was accepted.

  Who would say no to ten million? I thought to myself, grinning.

  I put my laptop down and closed my eyes, trying to imagine what this girl, whose name was Carrie, would look like in person. The more I thought of her, the harder my dick got. The anticipation was driving me wild.

  I grabbed my dick and started playing with the tip. Was Carrie really a virgin? I couldn’t believe my luck. My dick would probably be the first dick she ever put in her mouth or the first one she ever felt stretching her little pussy. Reaching across my bed to the bedside table, I took out some lube. I loved my dick sloppy and slippery whenever I decided to pleasure myself. That way, I could imagine that it was covered in some innocent girl’s juices.

  Each stroke of my hand got tighter and longer with every passing second. I imagined Carrie looking up at me with those big innocent, blue eyes. I stroke even harder, imagining her laying down on her back and opening her legs. Maybe I would tie her to the bed, so she would be helpless to my every whim. Then I would tease her so badly, she would be begging me to take her for the first time.

  I would play with her soft, pink lower lips, listening to her gasps and moans as she felt her desire heightening. I loved to watch women squirm as I touched them, bringing them the pleasure they had never felt before. There was always a point when they relaxed, and their bodies took over: hips jerking, pussy’s wet with longing. Rubbing her clit, I would bring Carrie to a heightened state of readiness, then I would push a finger into her tight hole. That would help get her ready for what was to come.

  When that good little pussy of hers was wet enough, and she was begging for me to take her, I would rub my straining cockhead up and down her folds, just to prolong the tension. Her hips would be trying to move towards me, but she wouldn’t be able to take me. That’s how I would remain in control.

  I would keep rubbing u
p and down her slit until my cock felt like it was going to explode, leaking precum that mixed with her juices. Then I would slowly take her. Inching my round, thick cock head in, I’d push open her tunnel until I pressed up against her innocence. With one swift move, I’d break through and claim her.

  Carrie would be forever mine.

  With my dick clenched inside her and her moaning for release, I would rub her clit hard until the girl started to feel her climax. Her pussy would milk my cock. That’s when I would let loose, pumping in and out as her pussy clamped down on me, massaging the cum out of my shaft.

  I was about to blow. As I imagined coating Carrie’s womb with my seed, I gently leaned toward one side and used my free hand to open my ass cheek while the other hand stayed at work. I slowly slipped a finger in my ass and stretched it a little. I loved a little ass action.

  I couldn’t hold it in anymore. One more stroke, and my cum shot up so high, it nearly hit my face. A wave of electricity moved through my body, and I fell back on my sheets. It was a release, but not quite enough. I still needed Carrie to truly let go.

  I had a feeling that my date with the beautiful lady was going to be fantastic and I really looked forward to it.

  Chapter Three - Jackson

  The night I had been waiting for so eagerly was finally here. This was the night I got to take Carrie’s virginity. I stood by my door, waiting for the girl to arrive. I have to admit, I was a little nervous; my palms were a little sweaty. Something about this evening felt special. Like it was a time I would never forget.

  I had spent all day that day in preparation, making sure everything was in place: from food, water, a warm and comfortable environment, clean sheets, you name it. I was prepared, and I hoped she’d appreciate the effort I put into it.

  The doorbell rang, and I almost jumped with both excitement and nerves. I took a deep breath and opened the front door. Carrie stood in the middle of the doorway in a short white dress, almost as a symbol of her purity. She wore her long blonde hair down, and it covered her shoulders a little. Her eyes were the purest shade of blue I had ever seen. She was hands down a lot more beautiful in person; her profile picture didn’t do her justice.