Filthy Rich 1 (2 page)

“Wait… let’s think about this a
bit more.”

*****

I stared out the window of the
limousine as it slowed to a halt outside the grandest house I had
ever seen. Huge marble columns supported the ceiling over an
imposing entranceway leading up to a heavy-looking wooden door with
a security guard stationed there. My heart jumped into my throat, I
couldn’t believe I was here, and really doing this.

Cal had paid for first class
return flights to LA, as well as a limo at each end. The journey
had been awkward to say the least. It wasn’t enough that I was
going to his house so he could use my virgin body, he had also
given me instructions on how to dress, much like his dates with my
Mom. In my case though, there was no expensive designer dress on
the doorstep. He wanted me to wear my school uniform and have my
hair in pigtails, and he wanted me to travel to him like that.

As far as I had ever been able
to tell, my school uniform must have been designed and rolled out
at a time when whatever board or committee that made the decisions
was fully populated by horny old men. The skirt was short, the knee
socks left a tantalising gap of bare skin on one’s upper thighs,
the shirt was white, with just the faintest hint of being
see-through. Not completely see-through, of course, it was opaque
enough for its defenders to claim that you had to be looking really
hard at a schoolgirl’s chest to see anything, and nobody wanted to
admit they were looking really hard at a schoolgirl’s chest.

I wore a long coat to the
airport, hoping people wouldn’t stare at my pigtails too much and
think I was a bit strange for wearing my hair like that, but the
airport security staff made me take it off when I went through the
metal detector. The man with the metal-detecting wand thing after
the big one that you walk through nodded to the person sitting
watching the x-rays of carry-on luggage. Turning his gaze back to
me, he motioned for me to walk through.

Even though I was sure I wasn’t
carrying any metal, it beeped. The man told me to hold my arms out
as he waved the wand over me and patted me down. Finding nothing,
obviously, he told me to have a nice flight. It was too hot and
uncomfortable on the plane to wear my long coat, I could see
everybody’s eyes on me. I’d always been thankful for the school
uniform before, everybody wearing the same clothes meant I didn’t
stand out as the poor girl. On that flight the uniform did exactly
the opposite, I was as conspicuous as possible.

The limo driver opened the door
for me and I stepped out into the warm night air, took a deep
breath, and headed towards the door. I’d already been told that my
bags would be brought in for me and as I approached the security
guard, he reached over and opened the door without a word, holding
it ajar for me until I was through and it clicked shut ominously
behind me.

A butler who looked like he had
seen everything before walked up to me with a face that would have
seen him through to the finals of a poker tournament, a tray
carrying three wine glasses balanced professionally in his hand.
The wine glasses each held a different beverage, one red, one pink,
and one white. I had to assume they were wine, I’d never drank any
before so wasn’t exactly an expert.

“Nova Thatcher?”

I nodded, “That’s me.”

“Welcome, I trust your journey
was a pleasant one,” he held out the tray and continued before
waiting on my response. “Please accept a refreshment, I wasn’t sure
what you liked to drink so have a small selection. My name is
Henry, by the way, let me know if you need anything while you’re
here.”

Well, why not?
I thought,
my alcohol-virginity wasn’t the most important thing I had planned
on losing that night. My hand hovered over the red and the white
before settling on the pink because it was the prettiest. The
butler’s eyebrow raised almost imperceptibly but when I took a sip
I was happy with my choice, the bubbles danced in my mouth and felt
wonderfully refreshing going down my throat, leaving a little
tingle in my nose.

“Mr. Willis will see you in his
study now, if you please Ma’am. Follow me.”

Henry led me up the huge
staircase directly across from the front door on the other side of
a foyer and I took a moment to survey my surroundings. Marble,
antiques and expensive-looking art was everywhere, it was such a
contrast to our apartment, the only art on our wall was the
scribble of crayon I had put there when I was little.

Henry turned left at the top of
the stairs and walked down a hallway past several doors before
knocking on one and opening it for me. I gulped, thinking of how
shaky on her legs my Mom had looked the day after Cal had first had
sex with her and hoped he would go easy on me, I hoped I could just
float away somewhere in my mind and come back when it was all
done.

Stepping through the door, I saw
Cal reclining in a chair with his feet up on a huge desk, tapping
away at a tablet PC as he smoked a cigar. I hated the smell of
cigarettes, but the faint cloud of cigar smoke had a much less
harsh scent, it conjured up images of twilight on a beach, if
anything. That and money, it smelled like Cal might have saved a
bit of cash if he’d literally just set a roll of twenties on
fire.

“Ah, Nova, glad you decided to
come. I think you’ve made the right choice,” Cal said as yet
another door clicked shut behind me.

“Um… Hi,” I blushed and had a
second, much bigger, sip of my wine.

“Come stand here,” he said and I
felt my feet moving almost before he’d finished, bringing me in
front of his desk, while he looked me up and down. “I hear you’re a
virgin, is that right?”

I looked down at my feet and
blushed even harder, “You can’t ask me that,” I said.

Cal stubbed his cigar out in an
ash tray, set his tablet PC down and got to his feet, slowly
circling his desk like a predatory animal that has found some
defenceless prey stranded too far from its mother. He stood close,
towering over me like a giant, and raised my chin until I was
looking into his eyes. I felt my heart thumping in a panic, had I
just displeased him and ruined everything?

“Can’t I?” He asked.

“Y-yes you can. I am,” I
squeaked.

“That’s better. Not a very good
start, Nova. You need to consider this a trial run, if you fuck it
up then I’m not marrying your mother, lovely though she is. You’re
lucky you’re so damn sexy or I’d drag you out the door by your
pigtails. You’re going to need to put everything into this little
performance, make me
believe
it. Hell, I think you’re going
to be begging for more by the time I’m done with you. I saw all
those little looks you’ve been giving me. Under that pretty virgin
exterior, there’s a little slut waiting to get out, isn’t
there?”

“I… don’t know,” I said.

Cal still had my chin between
his finger and thumb, making me maintain eye contact as he told me
things about myself that even I wasn’t sure of. Coming from his
mouth, it felt like the certain truth and I felt a little flutter
in my stomach that sparked a tingle between my legs like I’d never
felt before.

I’d been in Cal’s presence
previously, of course, but I’d never been the sole focus of his
attention, never felt the full brunt of his incredible willpower.
He was a man who could make or break entire towns, the sheer
confidence he had was downright sexy.

With his other hand he grabbed
my wrist and brought it between his legs and I gasped when I
clearly felt his heavy balls through his pants, I could feel his
heat through the material.

“I’ve been saving a big load for
your little pussy, Nova, I’m going to fill your womb with
everything I’ve got, you fertile little bitch.”

He pulled my hand upwards and my
shock was not appeased in the slightest when I felt the shaft of an
impossibly hard and thick penis under my fingertips. I couldn’t
help myself but try to grasp it, to feel how big it was. Cal nodded
in approval and the faintest hint of a smile touched his lips.

“There’s the slut. Didn’t take
much to have you make an appearance. Say ‘fuck me hard, Daddy’,
Nova. “

“I… d-don’t say bad words.”

Cal had hit me with a
double-whammy there, I never swore and did he really want me to
call him ‘Daddy’? I’d never called anybody that… it felt so
forbidden to be use that title in this situation.

“You say bad words now, Nova.
Say it,
make me believe it
.”

“Fuck me hard… D-d”, I whispered
almost below the limits of human hearing.

“Say it, you dirty little
girl.”

“Fuck me hard, Da…”

“Do it, Nova, tell me what you
want.”

“Fuck me hard, Daddy.”

“Louder.”

“Fuck me hard, Daddy.” I
said.

“Louder.”

“
Fuck me hard, Daddy!”
I
yelled.

“You got it,” Cal snarled,
grabbing my pigtails as close to my head as he could and pushing me
back towards the door, making me slop small splashes of wine on the
ground as I stumbled along with his strong grip. Back through the
door we went, down the hallway past another two doors and then into
the third, which turned out to be a bedroom with a huge four-poster
bed set against one wall, satiny red curtains bunched up on three
sides.

Cal tugged my pigtails back
firmly, making my face rise up to look at him over my shoulder as
he descended on my neck, his rough stubble framing every kiss he
planted. Although I was a virgin I was not a complete stranger to
kissing, but I had always made my boyfriends be careful about not
leaving love bites. Who wants to go to school covered in the
evidence of your private encounters? Cal had no such concerns, and
I didn’t dare tell him no, as he sucked hard at my neck.

I felt the bulge of his cock
pressing into my back and couldn’t help but push against it as if
it was a magnet pulling me closer. Cal released my pigtails and his
hands ran down the sides of my body to my hips, drawing me against
him even harder before whispering in my ear.

“Do you think I’m going to hold
back because you’re a virgin?” he asked, suddenly bringing his
hands up and ripping the shirt of my school uniform open, sending
buttons flying. “I’m not. You’re going to have to take it like a
seasoned pro and love every fucking inch.”

“Please…”

“Shhhh.”

Cal’s hands roamed under the
loose flaps of my shirt, across the lacy nightie I was wearing
underneath. His large hands pretty much completely covered my taut
belly, as if he could already feel his child growing in there,
before moving upwards to cup my small breasts. As I had been told
not to wear a bra, the lacy material rubbed directly on my nipples,
the heat of Cal’s hands almost directly on my bare flesh.

I moaned happily and almost
clapped a hand to my mouth. I couldn’t believe the changes I was
feeling inside myself, I’d always liked boys but even in the
heaviest of petting sessions I’d stayed in control of my raging
hormones, protected my most precious treasure. Now though, Cal had
me almost desperate to give it away, his strong body, his stronger
personality and his massive cock were driving all rational thought
out of my mind.

The billionaire slowly knelt
down until his hands were running up the inside of my legs, over my
knee socks and on to the bare flesh of my inner thighs, similar to
the security guard at the airport, but much more self-assured, and
going even further. When I felt the tips of his fingers on my sex
through the thin barrier of my panties, I clamped my legs shut on
instinct, trapping his hand.

“Legs
open
,” he
commanded, and I slowly complied.

He rubbed my panties against my
slit gently, and I was surprised at how slick they were. Never in
all my years of secretly fantasising about the hottest guy in class
or, once, one of my teachers had I ever been this wet before I’d
even been touched between my legs. Cal left me in no doubt as to
whether he had noticed too when I heard him suck air in between his
teeth in appreciation.

“Fuck you’re wet, Nova, you must
want this bad.”

My mind still held some
reservations, but my body was taking over completely, preparing my
virgin depths for accepting my first cock, making me want to grind
against him and take as much pleasure as I could.

Cal hooked his fingers into the
waistband of my panties and pulled them down my legs until they
were in a heap around my ankles. I stepped out of them as Cal stood
again and wrapped his arm around my midriff from behind, holding me
against him as his hand reached under my skirt and for the first
time in my life, a man caressed my pussy.

I closed my eyes, wanting to
feel repulsed, but instead it only served to make my senses
concentrate harder on every stroke and probe of his fingers, as if
he was memorising my every curve and fold by touch. My slick juices
were soon smeared all over my labia and Cal gently rubbed one moist
finger over my clit.

I gasped in surprise at the
intense shock of pleasure his simple movement was forcing into my
body, he had me on the verge of orgasm already and I found myself
letting out little squeaks of bliss with every breath. With the tip
of one finger barely penetrating my virgin pussy and another
skilfully rubbing my clit, I felt my climax
just
tipping
over some internal cliff when he pulled his hand away.

“Not yet, Nova, only when I
say.”

I wanted to scream in
frustration but the only sound that came out was a small strangled
growl. How could he be so cruel as to get me that close and then
not give me what I needed? I spun on him with a look that I think
would have wilted a lesser man, but he returned my glare with that
unshakable confidence and I felt myself outmatched.

“I need more,” I whispered.