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  I wait until we’re almost to my high-end neighborhood, the hilltop with my mansion on it, to say anything. “I thought you’d be talking me to death, now that I gave you your voice back. I thought I wouldn’t get a breather,” I say, smiling. “But you’ve got nothing to say? No complement you want to ask me for?”

  I know I’m being a little mean, but I don’t care. I’m doing this to see if she’s learned anything by being with me or not.

  Samantha straightens her shoulders. If she hears or feels any of my meanness, she doesn’t confront any of it. She just looks at me as if she’s found true Nirvana.

  “I have learned that I don’t need to talk to feel good. I’ve learned I don’t need to say anything to be appreciated or loved,” she says. “I have realized I was being noisy, and nosy too.”

  Her expression is somewhat sad and happy, as we pull in through the large rot iron gates, and my central fountain piece looms in the windows, quickly followed by the rest of the grand architecture.

  “I’ve realized there’s more happiness and pleasure in silence, so I’m content with it now.”

  Just barely, her eyes begin to take in the new, swanky scenery and light up. She sees the front door of my mansion, which the limo has parked itself in front of.

  “Glad to hear it,” I say, just as I see Jeffries coming around to open our doors. “You’ve definitely earned your reward.” I take her by the hand and lead her out of the limo. “I’ll take you to the special room where I have it waiting for you.”

  ****

  We arrive at my special playroom. The room in my mansion devoted to all things lovemaking, BDSM, and exploration. While there are many things I could reward Samantha with — I could strap her to one of my bedroom walls and fuck her, I could strap her to one of my sex machines, flog her, make her be my pet for the rest of the night — but I’m eager to take her virginity first.

  So, that’s what I do. I take her over to the one and only bed in this room and begin to undress her myself. Samantha lets me do as I please, not once asking a question, voicing a complaint or trying to get involved herself. She just lets me strip her naked, starting with her sweater, and ending with her panties and bra.

  When she stands naked and beautiful in front of me, I cup one of her breasts and taste the hard, tender nipple. I flick and suck it, before lying her down on the bed on her back.

  “I’ve decided I’m going to take your virginity now,” I tell her, “since you’ve been such a good girl.” While I speak, I tie her arms and legs to the bed posts with velvet straps. “Since you’ve learned what lesson I wanted to teach you, I’m going to make sure you enjoy this.”

  When she’s tied up nice and secure, I grab another ball gag from one of my drawers put it on her. It’s a nice one, another one with a large ball. The moment I put it in, she moans and moves her head back in pleasure.

  I’m so hard for her in this moment, I decide on something extra special: a blindfold for her. I put it over her eyes just as I unzip myself and pull out my hard cock again. Already, even though I should be empty from coming earlier, I’m ready for round two. My cock is big and thick, thirsting for her pussy. I climb on the bed, spreading Samantha’s legs for better access. Her pink, bright pussy begs to be fucked as I do.

  “I’m going to take your virginity now, Samantha.” My words are thick and tight, just like I’m hoping she will be. “Enjoy your reward!”

  The moment I say this, I thrust inside. I fill her with me, immediately surprised and overwhelmed by her tightness. When I learned she was a virgin, I knew she would be tight. But I didn’t think she would be this small. Her pussy is lovely, getting warmer and wetter with every inch of my cock that slides into it.

  I feed myself all the way inside of her, moaning uncontrollably. I never moan, but I can’t help it with her. Her pussy walls are just so warm and tight, and the second I’m all the way inside of her, I pound her. I fuck her hard and rough, encouraged by how much she’s whining and mewling with the gag in her mouth. I know she’s in ecstasy.

  I go faster, enjoying the sound and feeling of my balls slapping against her perky little ass.

  “Enjoy my big, thick cock inside you, Samantha,” I breathe, loving the squeal she gives me.

  I increase my speed again, savoring her quick, jittering noises. I feel myself puffing and swelling inside of her. I feel Samantha’s walls doing the same. She is already starting to writhe and twist under me. I can smell her sweet musk growing.

  I increase my speed again, feeling my balls grip and suck inward. I grunt, feeling liquids and sensitivity swirling. I push as far inside her hot pussy as I can, feeling my seed rushing toward my cock tip. The moment her cervix brushes against my dick, I’m gone. I shoot my cum inside her, feeling punched in the gut with each throb and thrust of my balls.

  Samantha moans loudly. Around my gushing cock, her pussy spasms and clenches me tighter. Her orgasm causes her to throw her head back against the bed and breath in pants. Her legs quiver and shake. Her toes curl.

  I keep myself inside her, knowing that she something special. No girl has ever milked me the way she did. I’m definitely going to want her around for a while. Thinking this, I pull out, and shower her with kisses. She’s definitely not my average playmate.

  Epilogue

  Samantha

  After being deliciously and roughly fucked by Will in my blindfold and ball gag, I’m delirious with pleasure. I’m beautifully exhausted, not minding being tied to a bed such as this. I suck on the ball gag like a pacifier, knowing I’ll be asleep soon.

  I’m not afraid to be so helpless or silent anymore, as Will climbs into the bed next to me and fondles my tits and then my clit. Both are happy and satisfied in his care, and so am I. If I never have to leave this bed, his playroom or mansion ever again, I’d be the luckiest girl in the world.

  This thought in my head, I do drift off to sleep, dreaming of going to school in nothing but my ball gag and a tight sweater, and thoroughly enjoying myself.

  ***

  When I do wake, I’m still in the bed he lay me in, but I’m no longer blindfolded or tied up. I’m still gagged, but I don’t mind that. It’s become as natural to me as wearing earrings.

  I don’t see Will anywhere in the room or on the bed with me, so I get up to go find him. Somehow, he’s become important to me, someone I don’t want to be without.

  When I do find him — it’s taken me wandering around various rooms in his mansion, and through some strange bit of hallway — he’s in a small sitting room. It’s got a settee in it, a couple vases full of roses on some fine, small tables.

  “You really do love wearing that ball gag, don’t you?” He says this as he walks over to me and takes me in his hands like we’re about to start ballroom dancing.

  I nod at him.

  “You’d keep that in all the time if I let you, wouldn’t you?”

  Again, I nod yes.

  He smiles, shakes his head. “I’ll be a damned. Never in a million years did I think I was going to find a girl like you at Club Lush, especially such a chatty one. No woman has ever enjoyed a good ball gag as much as me, nor has she been so agreeable to everything I’ve decided to teach her.”

  Here, he cradles my cheeks in his hands, and leads me over to that settee. “Now I’m nervous at taking my chances with any other girl.” He kisses my cheeks lightly, questioningly, as if he never expected to fall this heavily for anyone. “I’d like to keep you around for a while, Samantha. Keep you as my playmate and companion.”

  He guides me down into the reclined couch. “What do you say? For a little while longer? Would you like to stay with me a few more days?”

  I nod emphatically. I moan a “yes” at him and offer my pussy to him again. I spread my legs, draping them over the sides of the long, plush piece of furniture, knowing I would stay with Will for much longer if he’d let me. A lifetime, I think, as I watch him climb on the settee with me and free his strong, hard cock.

  His brow
n eyes smolder at me from under his blond hair as he pulls up my legs, drapes them around his neck and shoulders, and thrusts himself forward to my waiting pussy.

  “Then let’s celebrate.”

  Already, I feel him sliding inside me. His cock glides in through my lips, and quickly fills my happy, warm pussy. We both coo in response to our part molding together. I’m moaning like mad from over my ball gag from the strength of him. I love his size and weight inside me. I love the feeling of being stretched and stuffed full.

  I go crazy the moment Will really starts to move inside me. He slips and slides with energy and passion, all the while fingering my clit with his thumb. I start painting and wiggling, letting him know much I’m enjoying his efforts.

  I don’t want another man but you. I know you probably aren’t used to that much commitment, that it’s not your usual “game” but I’ll work on you. I’ll get myself to stay longer and longer, even after you think you’re done with me. As I think this, I feel my clit and pussy come on him. I squirt heavily on his thumb and cock.

  I’ll get myself to stay and stay, and soon you won’t even have to ask me if I want to anymore, because I’ll just be around. I’ll be with you, and that will be that, for the rest of your life.

  In that moment, Will’s dark, knowing eyes find me. As they do, they seem to read that plot — the plan — of mine. But instead of looking irritated or afraid, he looks drunk. He’s lost on love right as he comes inside me again.

  His seed coats my pussy, saying what he can’t yet: “I love you, Samantha.”

  I lay back feeling happy and content.

  THE END

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  Chapter 1

  Melissa

  I’m standing as far back from all the lights and people as physically possible. I knew this would happen. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to enjoy myself as much as Samantha, Britney, Shay, Karen and Becky said I would. Because, as they’ve all often done ever since we were kids, they made the mistake of assuming I was them. That because they enjoy the music, lights and sounds of a dance club, that I will.

  I’m watching them now, feeling more and more overwhelmed by the second. I’m standing with my purse clutched to my chest, wondering why I couldn’t have just had the birthday celebration I wanted. A few cocktails at home, to celebrate the big 21, a nice dinner that we all could’ve cooked together — before sitting down to watch some sexy movies.

  But, no instead, I’m gasping for breath like a fish out of water, the proverbial fly on the wall who’s about to get smashed.

  I hate being the way I am. I hate the fact that I’m so shy and easily overwhelmed. Especially when I know everyone’s having so much fun, and how they all just did this for my benefit. To make my big day into a big night of festivities, but I just can’t handle it anymore. I need to go somewhere else, before I pass out from all this stimulation.

  I spot my friends dancing together, flirting with a few of the men in the club who have shown them interest. I don’t want to interrupt their fun, but I know I’m never going to get out of here if I don’t. So, mustering what bit of courage I have, I go over to them and try to get their attention.

  Karen, a short hair-haired bundle of energy, is the first to see me. Followed by Becky. Full of curls and dark, flashing eyes, Becky enjoys the nightlife.

  “Hey, birthday girl! So glad you finally decided to join us!”

  I blush, feeling even worse about what I’m about to do: ask for a different venue, a different place to go to finish tonight’s celebrations.

  Shay, with every color in the rainbow along her hair, and in her makeup (she’s always wanted to be a unicorn), gives me a comforting smile. She comes over, glomming on to me.

  “You want to get outta here, don’t you, Mel?”

  I don’t answer her, but feel myself going redder and hotter by the moment.

  My eyes shoot over to Britney, the instigator of all this — who’s in the middle of flirting with a rugged looking guy with five o’clock shadow — hoping she’ll give me what I want. I take another deep breath, and decide to approach.

  “Britney.”

  The first time I say her voice, I don’t expect her to hear me. I am as quiet as a mouse most of the time, even without loud music blaring.

  “Um, Britney?” I step a little closer, deciding to grab the sleeve on her slinky dress instead. “Britney, I’ve really got to get out of here. I can’t handle the noise.”

  Letting out a breathy, amused laugh, she tells the guy that we’re all here celebrating my birthday what I’d just said, and Sexy Stubble turns to me and tries to make conversation with me. About my birthday, of course, whether he can buy me a drink. But I just turn my eyes down, before turning him down.

  “No. No, thank you.”

  I then turn my attention back to Britney, whose undivided attention I finally have.

  “I really need to get out of here. I know you think this is a good time, but you know how I am!”

  Britney sweeps back her chestnut brown hair, puckers her cotton-candy pink lips, and sighs. It’s not the sigh of someone who’s upset, just depressed.

  “I know,” she says, drawing me aside with her, and telling the rest of our click to follow with a “come on, girls.”

  She’s quiet a moment as we find our way out of the bustle, and then says, “I know, Mel. I was just…was really hoping you might enjoy yourself in a place like this, even with how sensitive you are.” We all keep walking out of the dance and lounge area, toward the main doors. “But I don’t really know where else we can celebrate.”

  “Yeah, especially when we did already drive a few hours to get here,” points out Becky. “I mean, if you wanted to go somewhere quiet, we should have just stayed in our borough.”

  I hang my head, feeling awful. It doesn’t help that the air outside is cold, or that now that we’re out of the club, there isn’t anywhere else I can think of to go, other than home.

  Shay elbows Becky. I don’t have to see behind me to know. I can tell by the cursing that follows.

  “Don’t be mean, Becky. She really didn’t want to go in, but we made her. You, more than anyone else, actually. So you don’t get to complain when she does exactly what we all knew she would.”

  Shay closes the distance between us, and slings her arm around me.

  “Don’t worry about it, girl. We’ll find something else to do. Somewhere else to go.”

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  I’ll claim her as my own. But for one night or forever?

  As a very rich man, I know what I like and take what I want.

  After spending nights at Club Lush, I finally find my perfect woman.

  Melissa is curvy, submissive and oh so innocent.

  I overhear her friends say it’s her twenty-first birthday.

  I know I have to give her a very big present.

  But first, I make her prove that she deserves everything I have to offer.

  I steal her first kiss and relish when she calls me sir.

  Then I take her home, to experience every one of her other firsts together.

  But maybe this is a first for me, too. Because I don’t want to let her go.

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