A thousand Dollar Mistake

Anna’s Pov 

He reached out to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered on my neck. I felt my breath catch in my throat.

"I'm going to kiss you now," Kelvin said. "If you don't want that tell me. I'll stop."

I didn't tell him to stop. I leaned forward to meet him halfway.

The kiss started slow, careful like we were both testing something. Then Kelvin's hand moved to the back of my neck to pull me closer. The kiss got deeper. I felt heat spreading through my body like fire.

When we broke apart I was breathing hard.

"Okay?" Kelvin asked.

"Yeah," I whispered. "Okay."

"Good," he said before kissing me again.

This time when we pulled apart Kelvin stood up to hold out his hand. "Come here."

I took his hand to let him pull me to my feet. He walked me over to the bed then sat down on the edge pulling me to stand between his legs.

"I need you to tell me something," Kelvin said. His hands were on my hips. "Are you doing this because you want to or because you think you have to?"

I looked down at him. His gray eyes were serious, searching my face for the truth.

"I don't know," I admitted. "Maybe both."

"That's not good enough," Kelvin said. "I need you to want this Anna. I need you to choose this."

"I'm here aren't I?" I said.

"That's not the same thing," he replied.

I took a breath. "I'm scared. But I'm also curious. Maybe I'm tired of letting fear make all my decisions."

Kelvin studied me for a long moment then nodded. "Alright. But we go slow. If at any point you want to stop you tell me. Promise me."

"I promise," I said.

Kelvin pulled me down onto his lap to kiss me again. His hands moved over my body slowly like he was learning me. My heart was racing, my skin felt like it was on fire everywhere he touched.

He stood up with me in his arms to lay me down on the bed. The silk sheets were cool against my back. Kelvin moved over me to kiss my neck, my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder.

"Still okay?" he said against my skin.

"Yes," I breathed out.

His hands found the zipper of my dress. He paused. "Can I?"

"Yes," I said again.

He pulled the zipper down slowly to help me out of the dress. I was left in just my underwear. Suddenly I felt exposed. I moved to cover myself but Kelvin caught my hands.

"Don't," he said. "You're beautiful."

Nobody had ever called me beautiful before, not like this, not while looking at me like I was something precious.

"I've never done this before," I said. "I don't know what to do."

"You don't have to do anything," Kelvin said. "Just let me take care of you."

He kissed me again. This time his hands moved with more purpose. He touched me in ways that made me gasp, made me arch against him, made me forget that I was supposed to be scared.

When he finally moved to remove the last of my clothing I tensed up.

"Wait," I said.

Kelvin stopped immediately. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said. "I just need a second because this is really happening."

"It doesn't have to," Kelvin said. "We can stop right now."

"No," I said. I was surprised by how certain I sounded. "I don't want to stop. I just needed a second."

"Take all the time you need," Kelvin said.

I took a breath then nodded. "Okay. I'm ready."

When he finally put his cock inside me, I gasped. My eyes filled with tears. It hurt more than I expected but Kelvin held still to whisper things until my body adjusted.

"Breathe," he said against my ear. "Just breathe through it."

I did. Slowly the pain faded into something else, something that made me want to move with him, match his rhythm.

"That's it," Kelvin said. "You're doing so good."

We fucked me slowly without rushing. I felt something building inside me that was intense, overwhelming. When it finally crashed over me I cried out. Kelvin swallowed the sound with a kiss.

After it was over Kelvin held me while we both caught our breath. I felt tears sliding down my face but I wasn't sad, wasn't scared, just felt overwhelmed by everything that had just happened.

"Hey," Kelvin said softly, wiping my tears away. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'm okay."

He got up to go to the bathroom. I heard water running. He came back with a warm washcloth to clean me up gently. I felt something strange in my chest that felt dangerous.

When he was done he laid back down next to me to pull me against his chest.

"You were a virgin," he said. "I didn't expect that."

"Does it change anything?" I asked.

"Everything," Kelvin said. "But not in the way you think."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I can't stop thinking about the fact that you chose me," he said. "Out of everyone in the world you could have given that to you chose me."

"I didn't really choose," I said. "Jo kind of forced my hand."

"But you could have said no," Kelvin said. "You could have walked out. But you didn't."

I was quiet for a moment. "Why does it matter so much to you?"

"Because virgins in clubs like this are rare," Kelvin said. "Because it means you're not just another dancer. You're someone who ended up here out of desperation. That makes me want to help you."

"I don't need your charity," I said, trying to pull away but Kelvin held me tighter.

"It's not charity," he said. "I don't know what it is but I know I don't want this to be the last time I see you."

My heart did that strange flip again. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I want to see you again," Kelvin said. "Outside of this club. Outside of this arrangement."

"You don't even know me," I said.

"So let me get to know you," Kelvin replied.

We talked for hours after that about everything, nothing, about my childhood, my escape, about Kelvin's business, the pressure of being at the top, about dreams, fears, things neither of us had ever told anyone else.

When I finally left the room the sun was starting to come up. I had the thousand dollars in my account, the memory of my virginity being taken by a man who had held me like I mattered.

I walked out of the club into the early morning light to realize something that scared me.

I walked out of that room thinking it was over but he was already inside my head.