Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(140)

I pull over my tablet. It'll let me see what she sees.

"Let's go for a ride, baby," I tell her.

Then I power it on.





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Brittney





"Let's do this," I whisper, anxiety suddenly kicking in. I have no idea  what Ethan's device really does, but I'm more than eager to find out.

"Are you sure, babe? I'll be watching everything and I know this is …   personal." I look into his eyes, my heart drumming a song of desire and  hesitancy, and I just nod. It's an automatic movement, but one that I  know is the right one. I can't believe this is happening but …  I think  I'm falling for him. I want him to see what's inside of my head, and I  want him to see the way all my deepest desires revolve around him and  only him. The moment he placed the glasses on me, I knew I wanted to do  this. I just didn't know how much.

"I want to do it …  I want you to see," I whisper, my heart pounding at a  frantic pace. What the hell am I doing? I have no idea what's going to  happen once this thing gets going. Once again, the winds of hesitancy  run wild inside my head; am I really this sure that I want to share what  I'm about to experience with him? When the answer comes, it couldn't be  any clearer: of course I do.

There's a bright flash of light coming from the rim of the glasses, and  it starts to pulse at a steady rhythm. It spreads to the lenses, and I  have to close my eyes; still, the red flashes of light are so strong  that they manage to get past my shut eyelids. Slowly, the flashes starts  to dim, the light pulsing at a more gently rhythm, and I open my eyes.         

     



 

It's weird, but I don't see a thing. There's just darkness, as if I've  gone blind. I have no idea how this Illicit Escape thing works, but it  has taken complete control of my sight. I can still feel the glasses  sitting on the bridge of my nose, but I can't see them anymore. Then,  like a fog that starts to clear, I see a flicker in the distance, an  oasis right in the middle of the darkness.

Even though I'm sitting, I feel myself moving as I walk toward the light  in the distance. It seems that the Illicit Escape not only affects what  you can see, but all of your other senses as well. Oh, this is going to  be good  …  Really good.

As I close in on the object, I realize it's a mirror. There's no  illumination in this empty and dark virtual place I'm in, so it seems  the flat surface of the mirror isn't reflecting any light; instead, it's  from there that the light comes. From the other side of the mirror, my  reflection looks straight into my eyes.

My hair is tied up in a ponytail, and I'm wearing nothing aside from a  pair of high-heels, black stockings, and a matching pair of black lace  panties and bra. My lips are painted with a deep red, the color of wine,  and I can't help but lift one finger and brush it over my mouth. It's a  strange feeling. I feel my real body frozen in place, but my body in  this dream world reacts, and I touch my lips with one fingertip. And I  can actually feel it.

This is insane; this thing has to be worth millions and millions of  dollars. No, scratch that …  We're talking billions here. This is so far  beyond what anyone has managed to pull off. Once he launches Illicit  Pleasures, Ethan will become the undisputed King of Porn …  And I bet that  it won't take long for his VR technology to make him as rich as God  once he ventures outside of the sex industry. No wonder Simon is dying  to get his hands on this prototype. Forget about porn, this is a game  changer.

My thought process doesn't take long to derail. I see someone moving in  the mirror, drawing close, and I turn on my heels to face him. Ethan is  standing right behind me, wearing what looks like a million dollar suit;  from the crisp white shirt to the polished black shoes, everything on  him seems arranged to perfection.

"Hello, Brittney," he says, gently smiling, and he sounds just like the real Ethan.

"Hello," I hear myself responding, even though my real lips aren't  moving. The longer I spend with the glasses, the more they seem to be  working their magic on me. There's already a noticeable change taking  place; it all looked so life like, but now …  It just seems real.

"Ready for the ride of your life?" The Ethan in front of me tells me,  undoing his tie at the same time. "I'm here to do …  whatever you want."

"Whatever I want," I repeat after him, the words taking on an almost  mystical sound. His smile turns into a grin, and he starts unbuttoning  his shirt then, his fingers moving with maddening patience. As his  chiseled pectorals and abs come into view, my pussy starts to grow wet.  Oh, when all this is over, I'm getting one of these glasses.

Once Ethan takes off his shirt, he unbuckles his belt and pulls it out.  Without taking his eyes off of me, he joins the two ends of the belt in  his hand, and then snaps it tight.

"Close your eyes," he commands me, and I feel that steady pulse of light  against my eyelids again. Once it subsides, I open my eyes again and my  surroundings have changed; we're in an enormous room now, and there's a  bed right in the middle of it. The floor is all carpeted in red, and so  are the walls; there are no windows or doors in this place, and the  illumination seems to come from the top and bottom corners of the room.  Ethan remains in front of me, though, his chest bare and the belt in his  hand.

Without saying a word, I know what he wants me to do. I saunter toward  the bed, and bending over, I jut my ass back as I place my hands on top  of the mattress. Somehow, the machine is reading my innermost desires,  pulling them out from their unconscious slumber and turning them into  something tangible.

"Use me, Ethan," I find myself saying, my whole body tensing up as I  prepare for the impact of the belt. To my surprise, it doesn't come;  instead, he simply brushes the leather belt against my ass cheeks,  gently moving it up and down. He's teasing me; it seems that the machine  is devious enough to not only know what you want …  but also what you  need.

"Beg," his word seems like a command from a god, and my insides clench  in response. My thong is already drenched in my wetness, and I feel it  sticking to my skin. By now, I can't even feel my real body; my world is  now inside this reality. Still, I'll bet that my real thong is as  soaked my digital one.

"Please, Ethan … " I whisper, getting the words out between breaths. He  keeps brushing the belt against me as if he didn't hear me, making me  want his sweet punishment even more. As he takes the belt off of my ass,  he places one finger between my ass cheeks and over the small string of  my thong, and slides it over to my back. I can't help but moan as I  feel his touch and then, just like that, he takes his finger out and I  feel him moving behind me; in a heartbeat, the belt lands heavily on my  ass, the sound of it blending in with my scream.

"Is this what you want?" he asks, whipping me across the ass again. The  dry sound of the leather hitting my flesh crawls all the way up to my  brain, and I can barely think straight.

"Yes, yes," I repeat as he slaps me with the belt again, hard enough to  leave a mark. I never cared too much about being roughed up like this,  but with Ethan it just seems …  Inevitable. He's a dominant man, and what  better way than this for me to feel his dominance?

Slapping my ass repeatedly, he only stops when my skin seems to be on  fire. My eyes are closed, but I hear the belt falling on the carpeted  floor. In an instant, he's on me, his bare chest pressed against my  back; his hands go straight to my breasts, and he squeezes them eagerly  over my bra, pulling one cup down and baring my hard nipple. He pinches  it between two of his fingers and a loud moan jumps out of my mouth.

"I want to fuck you … " he whispers against my ear, his lips brushing  against my earlobe as he speaks. "To devour you … " When he pulls back,  his fingers go from my breasts to my back and with a quick flick of his  fingers, he undoes the clasp on my bra. I shiver as he pulls it down my  arms, and then simply throws it somewhere on the floor.

"Devour me then," I moan, and as if my words were a command, he goes  down on his knees. My skin prickles as his fingers slide down my skin,  and then they finally stop on my waistline when they meet my thong;  hooking his fingers there, he slowly starts to pull on my drenched  underwear. I lean forward as I feel him pushing the fabric stuck between  my ass cheeks, and then my skin prickles as it easily slides down my  legs. Now, wearing only stockings and high heels, I'm more than ready  for him to devour me. And that's exactly what he does: placing both his  hands on my ass cheeks, he pushes me forward and I bend even more; then,  he leans into me.

I feel the tip of his tongue running between my soaked folds and I can't  help but tremble in place, lust raging through my veins. As his tongue  goes back and forth, my mind starts to go through a slow boil, and it  doesn't take long for me to thrust back. As I do it, he matches my  movement and goes all the way in as well; he crushes his mouth against  my pussy and starts to suck immediately, jabbing with his tongue.