Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

“Lucky that I got sold to you. It could’ve been anyone. It could’ve been anyone else and then I wouldn’t have you. You’re amazing, Drake.”

He gave me a tight smile and ran the back of his thumb along my cheekbone.

“I got lucky. I joked with Uncle that I wanted a mail-order bride not knowing anything about Lisa’s truth or about Kruna. His gift came from a f****d up place, my baby, but he did give me a beautiful gift. I feel bad one minute that I let it go here with us but a split second later I am relieved that I opened my eyes and got my head outta my a*s where you’re concerned. You and me, we’re gonna be happy; I promise you that.”

I wanted to melt. He pulled me into his arms and held me tight.

I wanted to explain about holding back my name, about the threats and that being broken through 19 days of torture kept me from being totally open, about how I felt about him calling me his Angel and how I didn’t want the reasons for that to change, but I couldn’t find the words or figure out where to even start.

So I just let him hold me for a few minutes and then he left me to have breakfast, putting Bugs Bunny on for me.

The toast he’d made me was cold by the time I ate it but it was still the best pb & j toast I’d ever eaten in my life.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Drake’s POV

Angel and me were taking a walk after going out for lunch near my building and we were holding hands. She was smiling at me, laughing at a story I was telling her about one of my Viking cousins and how I’d gone over a year ago to be in his wedding and we lost the guy during his bachelor party and wound up finding him only 2 hours before the wedding, still drunk as a skunk, wandering outside in his underwear.

Her laughter was gorgeous. Her eyes were lit up and she had a huge smile on her face. She looked carefree.

“Is it beautiful there? I’d love to go. I’ve always wanted to do loads of traveling.”

“It is. We should go,” I smiled and squeezed her hand. Suddenly she paled. We were walking by a crowded restaurant patio and she froze in her tracks.

“What’s the matter?” I frowned.

She shook it off and then resumed walking.

“You okay?”

“Uh huh,” she replied but she clearly was not. I was hoping this wasn’t another panic attack coming on in the middle of the street.

“Tell me,” I said, eying her seriously and giving her hand a squeeze.

“I thought I saw someone I used to know. It probably wasn’t them. It’s okay.”

“Where? Who?”

She Draked to glance back over her shoulder and then visibly relaxed, “I don’t see them now. I must’ve been mistaken.”

“You sure? You’re alright?”

She took a big breath and beamed at me, “Yes. I’m sure.”

“Who was it?”

She shook her head, not wanting to tell me. I glared.

“Jason,” she replied softly, “The guy who asked me to marry him in Thailand. But it wasn’t him, obviously.” She shrugged.

I already knew who that sick f**k was but I didn’t want to let Angel know that I’d been digging around about her past.

Angel’s POV

I thought I’d seen him at a table for two sitting alone, looking right at me over a menu. I’d been afraid to look back, afraid to find out whether or not it’d really been him. But when I looked back there was no one there. That table was empty. Either it was a lookalike or my mind was playing tricks on me.

I pushed away thoughts of him and just focused on the footsteps Drake and I were taking, heading back toward his building. He didn’t go back to his funny story, instead he was quiet the rest of the walk back and the vibe coming off him was tense.

As we were in the elevator Drake’s phone made a ding sound and he read the text and his expression dropped.

“Awe s**t,” he grumbled.

“Everything okay?”

“No. That was Tess. They took Lisa to the hospital. She started bleeding. Had a miscarriage.”

“Oh no.” My stomach dipped and I felt cold envelop me. Lisa would be devastated. Absolutely gutted. My hand covered my mouth.

“Can we go see her?”

“We’ll go tomorrow. Give her today. Okay?” He was replying to the text, his jaw tight.

I nodded.

We got to the apartment and he went to work in his den for a bit. I curled up in bed and watched TV but thought about Lisa. Poor Lisa.

She wanted that baby so badly, was already in love with the idea of being a mother before she’d even started to show.

Poor Shayla.

Drake’s POV

I called Zack.

“She thought she saw Jason today at the bistro on Canal Street with the big outdoor patio.”

“You get a look?”

“Naw man. She said maybe she didn’t see him after all.”

“Alright, man. I’ll call you back.”

** ** **

He called me back just a half an hour later.

“Man, where are you? Are you with your girl?”

“Yeah, I’m at home. She’s here. Why?”

“You ready for this?” Zack asked me.

“Ready? For what?”

“Gan Chen and a few of his goons are on a plane on the way here and I just got a lock on where Frost is. She did see him today. He’s here.”

“Frost?”

“Jason Frost. The guy your girl was dating before she got pulled in by Kruna. I just got his full name. All confirmed and shit…. nothing’s in the air anymore.”

****

I got back late and without any word from Gan Chen about Jason Frost. Zack was digging deep and told me he was getting some good info and would update me in the morning with where things were at.

So I drove back to the cabin (where we were staying for now) and got there as Nino and Luke were swapping out with two other guys for the night shift to keep watch.

** ** **

“Are you hungry?” she asked me after I kissed her hello.

“Yeah, I didn’t get a chance to eat.”

“I just made a clubhouse sandwich. I can whip you up one if you want?”

“Sure.” I sat on the sofa and checked my emails on my phone. Then I jerked my chin up at her and said, “Your hair? Why is it straight?”

She smiled seductively at me and my pants tightened at the promise of that smile. That smile was very much like her driver’s license photo.

“Maybe I should be punished for not following your directions. Over your knee, maybe?”

A smile spread wide on my face.

“Oh, you will be. You make me that sandwich and then you go get a bath and bring those curls back. Then you and me are gonna have a little chat about you following my instructions.”

She chewed her bottom l*p and then whispered, “Yes, Master.”

Mmm, Oh yeah.

Angel’s POV

I made him a sandwich and then took a bath and got my hair wet and shaved my legs, underarms, and my hoo-ha and I did all of this as fast as possible because I was very anxious to have our little ‘chat’.

The whole time I flat-ironed it that day felt like foreplay because that was about all I could think to do that’d be considered naughty.

I couldn’t backtalk or anything super-naughty. It just wasn’t in me. Every pull through of that iron got me thinking about getting dominated by him. He was always dominant when we were having s*x but the few times we’d really played I’d been lit on fire.

When I got out of the bath and was in the bedroom getting dressed I heard him turn the shower on. I dropped my towel and reached into our bag to get out some undies and then felt his presence at my back. He had my h**s.

“You, my naughty Angel, no clothes. Wait on the floor bent over on your knees for your punishment.” He slapped my a*s hard and I g*****d. Then he went into the bathroom and shut the door.

It took forever for the shower to turn off. I was on all fours on the carpet waiting for him. My hair was still dripping as I’d been so excited that I had dropped to the floor immediately after getting his directions before even finishing getting dried off.

I heard his footsteps and then I heard,

“This is how I like my baby.” I felt his hand go flat against the small of my back and he gently caressed up to my head and then he had my hair.

I felt the head of his c**k tease my entrance, felt his h**s against my backside. My nails dug into the thick carpet and I took a deep breath. On the exhale he entered me hard and fast and then a ringing slap landed on my backside and I g*****d.

After a few strokes inside of me he backed out and took my hand and went toward the bed. He sat and hauled me across his lap.

“You naughty?”

“Yes, Drake.”

“You need a spanking?”

“Yes, Drake.”

“Your a*s is beautiful, my baby.”

“Thank you. It’s all yours, Master.”

“Mmm. Are you ready for a spanking my naughty girl?”

“Oh yeah.”

“How naughty were you?”

“About ten slaps, Master.”

He hesitated.

“I can take it. I want it,” I whispered.

Then he slapped my a*s.

It burned. It burned so good.

Then he stroked my stinging cheek gently for a second, like he was trying to make it feel better. Then he hauled off and slapped again, on the other cheek. I g*****d pretty loudly, fisting the quilt at the foot of the bed with my right hand and grabbing his ankle with my left hand.

He slapped again and I m****d. Then he did it again and I felt like I was going to climax because then he dipped his fingers between my cheeks and rubbed my clit for just a second. It was as if I was boneless. My p***y was throbbing. I ran my hand up and down his leg, “Thank you, Master…”

He slapped again and then I was being pulled up onto the bed and flipped onto my back and then his body covered mine, “That’s enough,” he caressed my face and I nodded, euphoric. He kissed my lips softly and then he was inside of me, being gentle, f*****g me slowly while kissing my mouth, looking at me like he owned me.

I started to weep; it was that beautiful. I put my hands on his face. He kissed my wrist. Then he took and then held my wrists above my head and picked up the pace, rotating his h**s in big circles so that he was hitting my clit with his pelvis at each rotation. I came hard, shuddering loud, so loud I’m sure the guards outside would’ve heard and then he came inside me, collapsing on me. I felt his heart racing, I felt up his back and there were goosebumps all over him. I kissed his throat.

He stayed still. He stopped breathing heavy. His body went tense. He backed up and gave me a small smile as he exited the bed, “Be right back.” He leaned over and kissed my lips softly and then left the room.

I covered up and turned onto my side. He seemed conflicted. He hadn’t hit me ten times. It’d only been half that. Was he too excited to go that far or was it actually a turn-off? Maybe it was a bit of both.

Drake’s POV

I sat out back, away from the two guards, and I smoked a cigarette. I felt tormented. I had almost slapped her face, in the moment of passion remembering Chen’s words at Kruna and thinking that she’d like it but I couldn’t f*****g do it. I couldn’t slap her face. I liked the submissiveness, it was hot. I liked the spanking, too, especially liked how she responded to it.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.