Lily’s POV
“I have to tell you, sweety, Your brother has been moved two roles up, and he is now number twentieth on the list, it won't be long now. You have tried so much” The nurse said to me as I began to settle down in the hospital. She and the other nurses have been more than kind to me and my brother. With no families and no money, I feel they have been fair to us despite their code of conduct. The news makes me happy, really happy that soon it would be his turn to get a donor. A good news, something to hope for. And before then I would have prepared the money needed. “We will wake him up from unconsciousness now, I'm sure he has been hoping to wish a happy birthday. I totally forgot about my birthday yesterday. It didn't end well but it does not matter, next year is another time to celebrate. “Thank you,” I muttered to her and she was gone. “Hey darling,” I said as he popped his eyes open weakly, Lucas is my only family and I love him to death, which makes his pain unbearable for me too. Especially yesterday’s episode. “You look like shit.” He replied as he tried to find my arm on the side of the bed, squeezing it. “Thank you, you look worse” I stood up from my seat, placed a kiss on his forehead, and just held him there. Oh God! I want him to be okay. He is the fun one, the one with the beautiful! My brother! “When did you arrive?” “Not long, the nurses say you are doing better” I tried to make light of the situation. It helps sometimes. “That’s what they all say. I might be dying the next minute and they would still say that. I just want to be removed from this fucking machine. I am tired. I am tired of seeing you sad and overworking yourself to find money. Please let me go. Let me let you live” He said, surrendering. The pain in his voice was unmistakable, and this was the first time he would tell me this. I looked into his young blue eyes and just cried “Please Lucas, don't say that to me. Please. You are two roles up the list, which means you are two steps closer to getting a heart. So close” I cleaned off the tears that poured out of my eyes with the back of my hand. I should not cry, No. . . I should lift up his spirit. “Look at me. Lucas! I said, look at me” He is trying to be stubborn again. “I am here because of you. I am here because I want to. There is a solution, why do you want to give up? There is a solution. We just need time and that is exactly what you are going to give me. And you will do that with smiles on your face every damn time, okay?” He nodded, tears streaming from his face now. “Good! Now let’s talk about the course you will decide to study in the next few years, in the university” I said and winked. When everything is done, I know it will not be hard for him to catch up. He is brilliant, just like my mother... I caught my mind from diving back into the past I don't ever have to remember. It's gone now. . . Completely. I and Lucas only have beautiful days ahead of us. Throughout my day in the hospital, my head never thought of the messages I had so earnestly prayed for the night before, I dashed out of the house even before Mira thought to wake up and now that I’m back, she is gone to work. But closing my bedroom door behind me now, that’s all I can think of. The money. And of course, I have to get messages from any sicko on PLACEBID.COM for that to happen. I placed myself behind my desk and opened the computer, my knuckles turned white as I typed my password to log on to the site. Praying and hoping. I would feel even more shameful doing all this if no one wanted me. Wait! That’s not true. I blinked my lashes at the screen before me, I had more than dozens of messages from different accounts waiting for my replies A quick look at those subject lines sends a whirlwind of emotions through me – a mix of fear and excitement, disbelief, and a rush of relief. This is because all those subject lines, in lack of a more suitable description, seem to hold offers or requests. "$20,000 for a taste of that virgin pussy," I begin by reading the first message, and as I scroll through the rest, they only become more bizarre. I scroll up slowly, resisting the urge to open the emails themselves, at least for now. It's hard to believe that all of these could be genuine. They must be pranks, don't they? If not, then perhaps these individuals are genuinely strange, or worse, they could be concealing dark secrets. This much money to sleep with a stranger? I saw one $50,000. And I marvel at it being just what I need. This would change my and my brother’s life, giving me enough time to work in order to get his transplant. But then I looked at it again, it was not 50k, I am missing another zero! No, that could not possibly be so. Maybe a mistake! A fucking mistake. No sane man would throw half a million dollars on a stranger! No, this person is probably looking for someone to kill. Against my better judgment, I would say he is a serial killer and this is just his way to entice desperate women. Because that's exactly what I am. Desperate. In the subject line, there are no flattery-laden words about my appearance or explicit desires. This sender conveys their message with numbers alone. $500,000. My mind doesn't even bother entertaining a daydream about this. It's just too unbelievable. No way I am falling for this. That’s what I told myself, so the fuck am I opening his message? “Your eyes, they are magnificent” Oh my! The man is a sweet talker. I continued reading. “I am sure you have had a lot of offers already, but you are surely going to like mine better. And I am a man who likes to take what they want and this does not come often” Oh really? But I continued, “If you are serious about this offer and money, I will await your reply and I can book a day with you to go over the contract” Okay, now that's convincing. If there is a contract, that would probably mean there is a lawyer involved. Then that means safe. Right? My eyes drifted again, toward the money. This is my break right here. It would do so much, too much! Then the next line hits me: "Only if you are open to me mastering you and teaching you things you've never considered should you reply. I don't appreciate wasting my time." I feel a mix of discomfort and unease reading those words. I find myself torn between blushing intensely and shooting an irritated glare at the screen. What a jerk. I mean, he's not wrong, but does he have to be this condescending? "Don't keep me waiting, pet," he adds impatiently. Pet? I have not agreed to anything and I am pet? The thought of checking out all the other messages crept inside me, I mean maybe they will not be as crazy as this one here. But I couldn't, I like that he is demanding. I like that he is straight to the point and he knows what he wants. So I clicked on his profile, and oh man! He is fucking beautiful! Those eyes! Those eyes make me wonder what he sees about my own eyes. Icy blue eyes. His cheekbones could slice through a steak, and his chiseled jawline matches, accentuated by the untamed two-day stubble. It only enhances his flawless features, like shading on an art drawing. I can't help but envision my fingers grazing that rough stubble, the sensation against my fingertips, palms, even my own cheek...Or between my thighs. “Hi,” I began to type, through nervousness, I am really doing this. I really am “You mention something about mastering and teaching me in the bedroom, that is what I live for, I am willing to learn of ways to please you, and I consent” I looked at my screen and I thought I had done well, I hit send. Even as a virgin, he would not think I was completely inexperienced. As if he was waiting for me at the front of his own computer, I saw his reply, “Good! Because I would hate to lose the opportunity to play with your body” The sentence shocked me but it also excited me, more excited than I have ever been talking to a boy. But this is a man. A man who knows what he wants. “How old are you?” Wait! Does he need my ID or something? “Why?” I reply, “Answer the question, Pet” “20” in a couple of months “Good! You are of legal age” The man must have a lot to lose to worry about that, but of course, he is a man who is willing to pay half a million dollars for a virgin pussy. “Come here tomorrow. I will need you ready for me before our dinner tomorrow” then adds an address in the next message. I see the address is some kind of a spa. “Okay,” I reply, “Be there by 2 pm. It will provide enough time to shape you to how I want you” Shape me? I am not sure how I feel about that word, but I don't say anything. “Do you need me to send a driver?” He asks, “No, thank you. I will find the place on my own” “Good, see you tomorrow” and that was all, he went offline. He does not even ask me to not change my mind. He does not even beg me to come and that he has to see me. As if it didn't matter to him if I came or not. He would get any other girl he desires. He is the one paying the money and sooner or later, I would lose my virginity to a boy without getting paid for it. But I will go, I have to see this through. It's just sex.Aiden’s POV I always get what I want. Every time, In business. In life. Always. I get what I want because I have always taken, My entire life, that’s exactly what I’ve done. Take. Take. And Take. And it’s worked graciously. I’m the CEO of Blackwood Hotels and Resorts, and I have done well to spread everything across the world. I have more money than a man could dream of but the best thing of all, I always have a pussy to tap on. If I want to get laid, all I have to do is give a little attention to the hottest woman in the room, and within ten minutes, she is on my dick, riding as if her whole fucking life depended on it. But then, I get tired of them all, they tend to get tiring only after a few meetings, and none has stayed with me past a few weeks. So now I seek just one-night stands, but it's only different because I see them beforehand and decide to fuck them. And that's exactly what I am doing on the fucking website. I was losing my patience when I saw her reques
LILY’s POVI will be meeting my mystery man in less than ten hours, too small to plan anything but enough time to change my mind, why then am I not doing just that? I looked at my phone again for the address he sent to me. I am supposed to get shaped up in the spa just for him. I wonder if he convinces every woman he fucks to jump through this many hoops? I wonder if he pays sessions for all the girls he fucks, or just a few. At least that information is not strange to me, whoever I am going to meet is meant to make me the beautiful version of me. “Hey,” A hand touched my shoulder.“What?” I jumped up, “I have been calling your name, Lily. Since you didn’t answer, I let myself in” “Oh I’m sorry, there are a lot of things on my mind” “I know, but your brother is going to be alright” She put her arms around me and enveloped me into a warm hug. “I know. He has to be. Not when I am doing this” She looked at me then, maybe finally understanding what might be going on. “You did?” He
AIDEN’s POVSo it has been a long time since I’ve bothered with women at all. At least not officially, I find supermodels in clubs and that's it. They sign a non-disclosure contract beforehand so that they know what they are getting into. Or it could just be in my usual auction house. They attend to me based on my type of woman, but secretly. Leading to having my name on an annoying amount of Most Eligible Bachelor lists. There’s a reason why I haven’t really dated in a long time. It's because I’m a realist, so I find it hard to admit that I’ve sensed...something. Someone. Hovering just at the edge of my world. It’s so hard to explain. Is hard for me to really love someone, so I just take and take until I have filled a hole inside my heart for a minute. And then I start to find another piece to dig my dick into.But Lily is not a professional anything, she is not a supermodel who knows the way of things, and she is not a member of an auction house either! Maybe it's different this t
Lily’s POVI didn’t eat much, I really couldn't. Not when he is looking at me as if he could not wait another minute to eat me or bend me down on the table and have his way with me. “What are you thinking about?” “Uh nothing,” I shifted in my seat, nervously. There was evidence of mischief in his voice. He has teased me beyond my imagination and he sits there as if he is the most innocent person in the world. But I know, innocence is far from him. “You don’t seem like there is nothing, are you scared? We have not even started anything and you are scared?”“No, no . . . I am not scared, sir. I am just thinking.”“You can go now if you think you are not up for this?” I looked at him then. His face looks so cold. Unreachable. “You are letting me go? Really letting me go?”“No, that's far from it. I am just letting you decide to do this. I am asking for your permission. Because once you enter inside my mansion that’s all. It’s final”“And if I really want to leave, run as fast as my
Lily’s POVHe said this whole thing was about pleasing him. While he had made me come at different times, I have not done anything to please him. And No, he doesn’t look pissed or irritated. He looks like he is enjoying this so much. . . Too much even!How good he makes me feel. How he unlocks sensations in me I didn’t even know existed. He grabs my hips and flips me over onto my stomach, my ass sticking straight up in the air. He lifts my hips and slides a pillow under me, then I feel a sharp sting as he slaps my ass. “Owww!” I winched as his palm spanked my bare ass over and over again, but I liked it. I swallow hard and meet his eye. “Please. Please, Sir.”“Please what, Lily?“Please take me”He rubs his hand across the spot he just slapped, and the sting fades to a dull throbbing ache. “God, you are so fucking sexy. Do you have any idea what a perfect creature you are?” He trails his other hand down my back, tracing my spine. “You drive me wild. I want to claim every inch of you.
Lily's POVWhen I opened my eyes again, it was a blinding light that filled the room, coaxing me from my deep sleep. My plea went on deaf ears and I had allowed myself to sleep rather peacefully.I groaned and winced as the sunlight poured in through the open window above. Then I stretched out and opened my eyes. It was a beautiful May morning, bright and promising. Almost made me forget my worries. I threw aside the bedcovers and stood to my feet, naked and bare.The window of the room I was in was wide open: I didn't remember this happening when I had come in last night. Aidan Blackwood must have walked into the room to open it himself, while I was fast asleep.How come I didn't wake up? It was as though he had fucked me straight into deep sleep.The window was French, stretching from the top of the wall to the very bottom. However, I stood before it, all naked and exposed. The mansion I was in faced a large expanse of lawn, and there was nobody out there to see me.Except for a ma
Lily's POV"I do....I mean, I don't. I don't....know." I stammered in response. "I've never done that before."Aidan Blackwood stared at me for what seemed like ages. His jaw tightened for a fraction of a second, and I watched as some admiration flickered in his eyes. "Well, you're good at it."My cheeks warmed with a blush. "Thank you." "Good," he grunted, eyebrows raised. “Yet another part of you that is surprising." Slowly he rose to his feet, standing on the bathtub. My eyes darted upwards and caught his, and in this position—him above me—I felt as though I was staring at a god.Quickly, he clambered out of the bath, giving me my first full glimpse of this absolute, divinely formed god that is Aiden Blackwood.I was staring at him openly too, my mouth gaping and drooling slightly. His erection was slightly tamed, yet still massive and upright. Wow! He was rearing to go again!He wrapped a small towel around his waist, covering that wonderful dick view, and held out a larger, flu
CHAPTER ELEVENLily's POVFor a moment, it felt as though I had passed out. I floated in a state of bliss, caught somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I attempted a long stretch. My sigh slowly turned into a groan of pleasure, wave after wave of goosebumps seeping out of my skin. With closed eyes, I stretched out my hands in search of Mr Blackwood.I came up with nothing but empty sheets.My eyes flew open and I looked to my left. The sheets were stone-cold and well-laid. This man must have left the room after I fell asleep. He did not sleep by my side.I sat up and then looked around. "Mr Blackwood?" I called out. No response.If he was in the adjoining bathroom, I didn't know whether he could hear me. I threw the duvet aside and stood to my feet, shivering slightly as my soles met the cool, tiled ground.I was stark naked, and I wrapped my hands around myself, trying to stay warm. My bathrobe was lying in the middle of the room, in a haphazard hea