Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

Finally….finally for the love of god I’m 18, I giddily thought to myself, lost in my own fantasy.

There’d been a little party for me, hosted quite unwillingly by my stepmother.

Her horrifyingly thin crinkled face paired with her grim expression just added up to her cruel nature and sullen self.

All my friends were invited, they gave me gifts, wishes and blessings but I cared for none of them because my focus was on something entirely different.

I just nodded and gave fake smiles to everyone, inwardly counting the seconds until the party would be over.

And now here I was, my laptop in front of me, my eyes staring at the screen displaying my picture in nothing but the black lingerie I’d saved up so much money to buy, it was my profile picture on that bidding site.

Well, I didn’t exactly save up that money…..that lingerie was too expensive, I wouldn’t be able to buy it even if I saved up for a lifetime.

You would be surprised to know how much money you can make sucking off a guy’s d**k.

I know right, I’m probably crazy for doing such a thing but any dreamy girl like me would do what I’m doing if she lived the life I’m living.

My orthodox family, especially my cruel stepmother never ever let me do anything for myself.

All my life I’d been made to wear ankle length dresses, told to always wear my hair up in a braid and never allowed to put makeup on.

My bitchy stepmother even slapped me once when she saw me wearing mascara.

My siblings were even worse. Lacey was the only one who was kind to me but then again…..she couldn’t go against anyone. I usually walked on eggshells around Amy and Sofia, they were always pulling pranks on me, trying to humiliate me every chance they got.

But still….they didn’t actually try to hurt me.

The one I was most cautious around was my stepbrother, his creepy smiles and ogling stares made me very uncomfortable.

I, Claire Dawson had only one goal left in my life, to sell my virginity to the highest bidder, then walk away with loads of cash in my hands and get to go to the college of my dreams, Harvard. And bid goodbye to this so- called family of mine.

I had dreamed of beautiful, sexy dresses, a mansion like house and a lavish lifestyle. And I know exactly what I need to do in order to fulfill my dreams.

My family could never afford to get me into Harvard and I knew this very well. And even if they could afford it, my stepmother would never let my father spend their money on me. And my father being the perfect wuss that he is would of course agree with anything his ‘sweet’ wife said.

There was only one way for me to get out of this hell hole I was in and it was staring me in the face.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Once I was sure, everyone was asleep, I’d plopped down on my dingy bed…..my little black laptop in front of me.

Once I was sure, everyone was asleep, I’d plopped down on my dingy bed…..my little black laptop in front of me.

I scrolled through my messages, looking at the list of men who’d bid on me.

The list was quite large and this wasn’t a surprise to me. I knew I had a body to die for, with my not-so-modest breasts, slender figure and tight a*s, I’d been the wet dream of every boy in my school. But I didn’t let anyone of them pop my cherry, I wanted much more for my V-card than some horny boy to shove his d**k into any one of my holes. It was gonna be a painful experience anyway so why not make some good bucks out of it.

My eyes lit up as I went through my messages….Oh! My god, one of them bid 15,000 dollars on me. Not enough to do everything I wanted but still, at least I’d be able to run away.

Holy s**t! 30,000 dollars……that’s it. The man’s name was Jake, his profile seemed to be legit. Jake looked pretty handsome……

must be in his early forties. I guess I could make do with him, the money was damn good!

I was about to send him a message accepting his bid.

But then…..my eyes nearly popped out when I saw 10 million dollars glinting in block red just at the end of the list.

I couldn’t believe it…..no, that couldn’t be possible….he must be a con.

My hands moved of their own accord……

his profile was f*****g legit….and boy was he handsome. That would be an understatement. He was a f*****g Greek god.

He had to be in his late twenties at least …..he was so f*****g gorgeous. His face….god, I could trace that jawline forever with my tongue. I could only see his face but I knew it in my gut, he must be solid all over with not an inch of fat on him.

With his looks and money……he could literally have any girl.

I mean why? Why bid on some, in his assumption ‘gold digger’ girl on some fishy website.

But my thoughts immediately swayed away from all the plausible questions.

Looking through the whole list would be stupidity now, no one could bid that much just for a night with a somewhat attractive virgin.

Then suddenly…..I saw ‘him’ video-calling me.

Double crap!

He must’ve seen I’m online. My heart thrummed against my chest.

He didn’t seem like the man to wait around for something. I had to accept…..or I could bid goodbye to the 10 f*****g million dollars.

There was no way I was doing that.

Summoning all my nerves, trying to stop myself from trembling….why the heck was I so nervous?

No, Claire….it’ll be fine.

I finally answered.

Holy s**t! His picture did not do him justice.

“Well you took your time.” He said, his voice huskily deep, just as I’d imagined it to be.

I nearly m****d from his velvety voice.

His drool-worthy body was visible to me from the waist up as he sat back on a plush sofa. And he looked f*****g sexy in that black shirt.

His red,messy hair fell across his forehead as he ran his fingers through the strands, trying to straighten them out.

f**k! I wanted to do that.

He had that badboy charm in him, and we all know the cliche, the good girl always falls for the badboy, it was a good thing I wasn’t anything close to good.

But his hard stare and arousing manliness stirred something deep within me.

Even though he wasn’t physically with me, just him being able to see me lit all my nerve endings on fire.

“So, have you given any thought to my offer?” He said, knowing full well no girl would say no to 10 million dollars.

Since I didn’t have a high-speed wifi, I couldn’t see his expression very well…..his image was a bit blurry.

His eyes trailed up from my crossed legs which were very much exposed by my shorts and up to my bosom, my tight tank top fully showing the shape of my breasts.

He was blatantly staring at my body and the funny thing was……..I actually liked the way his eyes raked up my body.

Blushing, I responded,” As a matter of fact, I have given some thought to your offer and I accept.” I tried to appear firm and confident…

but I don’t think I succeeded very well.

He again spoke up, distracting me from fidgeting with my shorts, “Good, now….as much as that picture of you in that raunchy underwear shows off your delectable body, I’d like to see ‘all’ of the package I’m getting.”

I could literally feel him smirking at me from the screen as my cheeks heated up.

His velvety dangerous voice didn’t sound so appealing all of a sudden.

“What do you mean?” I squeaked out.

“You know exactly what I mean to say….and you have exactly 30 seconds to decide if you want to do this.” He commanded, leaving me frozen to my spot.

“10 million dollars.”

“Take it or leave it.” He said after a beat.

I just couldn’t move, I was too nerve-stricken to do anything. I really wasn’t prepared for this.

“Strip. Now.” His voice was dangerously low, making my body spring into action of it’s own accord.

Then suddenly my phone buzzed and my mouth dropped open when I saw that someone had deposited 5 friggin million dollars in my account. And I’m pretty sure that ‘someone’ was staring me in my face right now.