Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(10)

"That's right," Gian says, a small smile playing over the edge of one  corner of his sensual mouth. "Give me everything, Lucy. You're mine,"  Gian says, and he brings one hand to close over my throat. His intrusion  to my breathing is rough, but not so much that I'm in pain. I keep my  eyes staring into his, and he keeps sliding his cock deep inside me, and  then completely exiting me. Every time he slides back in, my inner  walls cling to him. Beg him to stay. He leaves, but he always returns.  The pleasure mounting within me stays incredibly intense. Pressure  builds inside my stomach. My clit flutters with need. My nipples ache.  I'm dizzy.

But I don't come.

Orgasm is just out of reach.

I tremble. My legs start to quake. But I'm not there. It won't happen.  Not like this. And I love it. "Gian," I moan, for no reason other than  to pull me into reality and to see how he looks at me when I say his  name. This is not the man anyone else sees. I know this.

And I like being his.

"Cum for me, and only me, Lucy," Gian says finally. His voice is thick,  caught low in his throat. I love being able to have this effect on him.  It truly does something to me.

"Yes!" I shout out. I don't mean to, but the instant that he gives me  permission, I'm not holding back any floodgates now. The pressure inside  of me erupts violently, and I'm shaking like I'm having a seizure. My  eyes roll back in their orbits and I see nothing but blackness. I reach  out for anything to grab onto, grasping sheets and squeezing them hard,  but there's no purchase to be had. My ankles painfully cling to Gian's  back. My own back arches. Gian's cock fills me up to the hilt and I feel  his cock spurt his own hot cum inside of me. He pumps what feels like a  gallon of cum into me while I shake hard at the sensations tearing  through my body. When I finally open my eyes I see that we're both  covered in sweat. He collapses on top of me, but doesn't let his full  weight cover me.         

     



 

Gian pulls me into his arms and I curl my head into the crook of his  arm. I breathe him in. I cannot believe everything that happened.

And as soon as I can breathe again, I want to try it all over again.

I'm glad that I've never had sex before tonight. It can't always be like this.





8





Lucy





If I'm going to belong to Gian, I really think I need to start looking  like it. My attempts at clothing, and makeup, and hair to catch him were  one thing  …  but I feel so horribly out of place.

So when Gian tells me that I have full run of the property, I want to  hit the spa the instant he is off for work. "I guess I should get dolled  up," I say and I have to force myself to maintain eye contact. What I  want to do is look away.

Gian makes a face, one I can't quite understand. His eyebrows knit  together, then raise, and he looks at me while cocking his head to the  side and I think maybe as much as I'm trying to figure out what his face  means, he's trying to figure out what my words mean. Finally, he  replies. "If you like. You can have anything you like, and of course at  no cost," Gian says.

I watch his lips move, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of  him. His sensual lips are almost enough to make me forget his words, but  in a second, they click.

I open my mouth to protest that I don't want any freebies. Something  unsettling occurs to me. Much more unsettling than the fact that I  really can't afford to pay my own way at an upscale casino and hotel's  spa. I'm already paying for whatever I want to get done. I'm paying with  my body. And before, yes, I felt comfortably horrified by this truth.  But now? Now the idea reviles me like it taints the fact that I enjoy  being with Gian now. That I'm not really afraid of him, or disgusted by  him. So why should it bother me?

I mean I know that what our little arrangement is like is different from  a normal relationship. I've never been in a relationship, but even I  know enough to know that this is just strange. Nothing about how we met,  or how we'll come to bed together tonight seems normal. And I'm pretty  sure that based on how long our so-called ‘relationship' has been in  existence, it's a strange time for him to shower me with gifts or  anything.

But that's not what me going to the spa is. I still feel so inadequate  next to Gian. He's the most attractive man I've ever seen, and I want to  be able to look like I actually belong on his arm.

I gulp, smiling at him as he leaves. Gian kisses my cheek - something so  normal in the midst of all of our strangeness. The thought that makes  me gulp? Even though Gian isn't telling me to hide away in this room, I  don't actually know that he'll have me on his arm. No, allowing me to go  to the spa is not the same as being on his arm.

When I thought that Gian was some disgusting pervert and I was reviled  by the idea of him touching me, it didn't matter if he hid me away or  had me on his arm.

Of course, I didn't think he was going to keep me  …  but I also didn't  think that he was going to decide to keep me more permanently.

But now that I do like Gian, now that I do want his hands all over me,  and let's be real, now that I know I want him inside my body, it upsets  me to think that I might be sequestered away. That I'm not good enough  to show off.

Besides, I could be wrong about Gian. He could be frightening and only  seem kind. If that's the case, I definitely want to look like I'm  anything but expendable. I need him to want me, because if he wants to  discard me, then my brother might not get the help that he needs.

This morning, Gian told me that he'd bring me an update about the  facilities that he sent my brother to, and I should expect it to take  almost a week before they'd allow me to visit, and that even then, detox  could be incredibly unpleasant. Of course I still want to see Tommy,  because I need him to know how much I care about him and want him to  have help.

I feel guilty worrying about my hair and thinking about fucking the man I  was worried would hurt my brother not so long ago. I think I'm still  shocked at how everything has turned out so far, and that focusing on  small things are the most important thing to focus on right now. I don't  have to even worry about work for another day, so all I need to focus  on today is looking like anything other than a broke nobody. Because on  his arm or in his bed, Gian would never have someone who didn't look the  part. He's far too handsome to have someone who makes it look like he's  slumming. I'm downright embarrassed at how I didn't even dress anything  like the girls that I saw in the casino last night. I remember what  Gian said, and he seemed pleased with what I was wearing.

Still, I want to do better. I want to feel better  …  look better.

Heading toward the elevator, it feels so strange making this journey  without all the fear I had before. Now I'm just worried about how to fit  in with my world order.

When I get to the salon, a gal there is waiting for me. "Lucy  Tomlinson?" she asks when I arrive, but she already knows the answer.

"Yes, thank you," I say nervously, unsure of what else to say.

The woman who greets me seems to be about my age. She makes me feel like  a child, though, when I look at perfectly manicured nails or even just  the clean lines of her outfit. I'm just wearing what I wore the night  before and I feel horribly out of place.

She can practically read my mind, because she takes me to the back room  of the salon and she has clothes, in my size. Jeans  …  jeans that cost  more than my apartment's rent. When I slide into the dark wash denim I  can't believe how well they fit me. I had no idea that a pair of jeans  could make me look so different, so together. "Mr. Sandoval asked me to  pick up a few things for you," she says, waving her arm around the room.  Bags of clothing, all new, all my size, colors that look good on me.  I'm in awe. Someone else pops in the room and carts everything off when  I'm done getting dressed, taking it up to the penthouse.

I guess I should be excited? Or maybe insulted. I'm still not quite sure  how I'm supposed to feel about being owned by Gian. I'm not certain  what I actually feel. I can barely breathe.

"I know this is really overwhelming, Lucy. I'm Margot by the way," she  says, and places an arm on my shoulder and rubs. It's comforting and a  small smile forms at my lips despite the confusion of today. "The truth  is that I've never seen Mr. Sandoval actually take an interest in anyone  since … well, you're a blessed girl, let's just say that," Margot sweeps  whatever she was about to say under the rug.

She takes me to get my nails manicured, and while they are drying,  Margot does my hair. When that's done, my makeup. I look like a whole  new person  …  and I feel like one when Margot sits with me for pedicures.  For just a moment, sitting there with her, it seems like I could be  hanging out with a friend. If I had friends.

"Thank you for all of this," I say to Margot. She shoots me a beaming  smile that I can't help but return. No matter how confusing everything  else is, I feel like I can really trust Margot and that's something to  smile about.