Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire
Drake’s Story Chapter 7

“Please enlighten me as to your needs, Drake. I want to make you happy.” I could sense her fear and it was escalating.

“I’m tired, Felicia. I’m in need of sleep.” She went to leave the bed. I caught her wrist, “Where are you going?”

“Would you like me to return to my room or would you like me to sleep on the floor, or?”

She looked a bit lost.

“It’s okay, chill out,” I said, looking her in the face, not looking at her body. Trying really hard to not look at her body.

“Sorry.”

“Stop fuckin’ apologizing!” I bit off.

She flinched and I felt like s**t.

“I’m sorry,” I told her, looking her in the eyes.

She looked baffled.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, Felicia. Talk to me here. We need to communicate.”

“I’m just trying to figure out how to please you, Master. I’m accustomed to being directed.”

I gritted my teeth, “Just lay down and go to sleep. In the bed. I have no expectations of you right now.”

I pulled the comforter back and motioned for her to get under, trying really f*****g hard to not look at her nudity. She looked shell shocked.

“What?” I snapped.

“Am I not…uh…did I do something wrong?”

I clenched my teeth and decided I needed to play things carefully here. I planned to get through this unscathed, to get out of here and then figure out our next move.

“No, Felicia. Nothing’s wrong. I’m tired from the trip. We’ll have plenty of time to get acquainted better later.” There, that should do it.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take care of you, Drake?” she asked huskily and the change in her tone made the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck rise.

“I’m good.” I mumbled, “Put the t-shirt back on.”

She reached over and found it. I flicked the lamp off and squeezed my eyes shut tight. I rolled over so my back was to her.

Felicia’s POV

It didn’t take me long to fall asleep. The bed was soft and felt like it was hugging me. And his presence, it did something to me, something I couldn’t put my finger on. My mind was almost buzzing but it was like it was all white noise, muffled, unintelligible.

I occasionally slept in beds with patrons but normally when it happened I was totally exhausted, completely spent by the time I fell asleep. Not tonight. He hadn’t wanted any s****l favors.

He fed me, walked me, let me take a bubble bath, and then clothed me and let me sleep beside him in a soft bed. He was handsome. He was young and virile. So what was wrong with him? He was angry. What else?

He’d have no problem replaceing a woman so maybe he had very dark carnal tastes.

I’d had dark; boy had I had dark.

How dark would he be?

As I fell asleep I held onto the idea not of hope of a happily ever after but hope of being off this continent. Him taking me away from here could mean anything. He might be twisted and sick. I might end up cold in the ground and pushing up daisies. But I had worked so hard to get to this moment and I wanted with all my being for it to not be all for naught. Just about anything was better than here.

I didn’t dare hope for normalcy; all of that had been programmed away. I wasn’t an individual with rights and freedoms; I was a slave. But I hoped that I could, I don’t know, cope maybe? Maybe being away from here would make that easier. Maybe not. But maybe.

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I slept well. I slept like a baby. And when I woke up he was spooning me. Spooning me, for heaven’s sake. It was the oddest feeling to wake up like that. I felt strangely protected, claimed. It was wonderful.

I was smiling big, smiling bigger than I could remember smiling in a really long time.

He was warm, his body hard and strong, he smelled really really good, and he was erect against my naked backside. The t-shirt had ridden up above my navel. I found myself pressing back against him, wiggling in, basking in that feeling of being cocooned by him. He started to rock against me.

I twisted my neck to sneak a peek at his face and he was asleep but gently humping my backside. My smile probably got bigger because my cheeks were now hurting.

Okay, so he wasn’t impotent. I’d recently had to entertain a much older man who was impotent and who got rather angry when we couldn’t get things working. I don’t know why he thought I’d be some miracle worker when it was clearly a medical issue.

I’d wound up with a black eye after that session because the old geezer was so frustrated with my inability to help him maintain an e******n. Thankfully I hadn’t gotten punished for that. The Kruna cameras told them the story; they knew it wasn’t my fault. It was one of the rare occasions I’d been treated fairly — if you could call it that.

I knew I was in a room without cameras, a VIP perk, and this lack of being watched was strange. When Drake didn’t touch me last night I wasn’t sure if he was uninterested in me and planned to knock me back for an exchange or if maybe there was a medical thing happening. If so, it wasn’t happening in his sleep, that was for sure.

One of his hands glided up my thigh to my h*p and his other arm slid under me and then around my chest to grasp my shoulder. He pulled me tight against him. I was still peeking over my shoulder, watching him do this in his sleep but as he rolled his h**s against me I started to rock with him and his c**k was directly against my crack and so I clenched my cheeks. He was big. Nice. He let out a little g***n and his sleeping face was looking very sexy, very aroused.

But then his eyes opened slowly and he glanced at me for a split second and then he winced and backed away.

“f**k,” he grunted.

I was now on my back, looking at him and he was standing up.

Drake’s POV

She was laying there looking gorgeous with her copper hair wavy and fanned across the pillow and her eyes sleepy and a sexy smile on her face.

I’d gotten instantly to my feet. Her eyes landed on my groin. I had a raging hard-on.

f**k! I stumbled to the bathroom and slammed the door. f**k! I punched the wall, breaking the drywall with my fist.

When I came back out she was still in the bed, blankets pulled up to her armpits and she was looking at me with fear on her face. I hadn’t meant to scare her. I needed to get us outta here so I could tell her the truth. But it’d have to wait.

I sat on the edge of the bed, “Don’t be afraid.” I reached over and touched her face with the palm of my hand. Her eyes moved over my face and she gave me a little nod. Then she flung the blankets back and spread her legs wide, took the t-shirt and whipped it over her head. She was naked and spread eagled. Again.

Damn it. This chick was definitely damaged. I was not taking advantage of this.

“Felicia,” I looked at her disapprovingly.

f**k she was beautiful. Slim and toned. Great t**s, long legs, fully waxed p***y, no landing strip. Blue gems peeking from her belly button.

I had gone soft as I punched the hole in the bathroom wall but of course at that sight my d**k had a mind of its own.

“Please, Master. Let me take care of that for you,” she whispered, looking down at my groin, “I’m ready for you.” She reached down and spread her folds apart with her hand splayed and her middle and ring fingers parting those folds and she was ready alright. She was glistening. I let out a slow breath.

“Not here,” I said, having trouble taking my eyes off her p***y. I tore them away and looked at her face. I was shaking my head and skimming my teeth across my bottom l*p.

She moistened her lips with her tongue and looked at me flirtatiously.

“Not here, Felicia. I wanna get us home.” I tried to push my anger away.

Something flashed in her eyes and it just about knocked me over. Maybe the word home was having some sort of effect on her. She looked lost, in pain, her lower l*p started to tremble and then she seemed to pull herself together.

I took the comforter and covered her up.

I lifted the phone off the base and hit 252. Rafe Ruiz answered on the first ring,

“Mr. Clarke! How are you this morning? Is everything to your liking so far?”

“Very much so,” I said, “Please have Felicia’s things sent to my room so she can get dressed.”

“Immediately, Sir. Will you be dining in your suite or in the dining room for breakfast?”

“My suite,” I said. The less time spent with these scumbags the better.

“When you are finished with breakfast please call me and I can take you to meet Mr. Chen for your tour and meeting. We can see to Felicia as well.”

“See to her how?”

“D-does she require any care?” he stammered nervously.

“Care?”

He let out a nervous laugh, “Forgive me, Mr. Clarke. I’m not aware of your preferences but we offer after-care services should your Felicia require anything. Physical therapy for her muscles, any medical care, waxing, etcetera.”

Sick fuckers.

“No, I don’t want her seen to. I told you last night no one was to f**k with her. She’s mine; I’ll see to her,” I bit off, “She stays in my room during the tour and no one touches her, no one even talks to her.”

“Absolutely understood,” he said quickly, “Kindly call me when you’re ready for your tour.”

I hung the phone up and then muttered “f**k sakes” under my breath.

Felicia was staring at me wide-eyed.

Emotion came over me and before I calculated the move I grabbed her and pulled her against me in a hug, “Not a single one of those fuckers will lay hands on you again, I promise you that.”

A hand was on her naked back and another in her long silky hair. It was wavy, untamed; it felt good between my fingers.

She was stiff for a beat but then put her arms around me and sank in, then softly said, “Master…thank you.” There was a lot of emotion in her voice. Her naked t**s were against me. I had to let go. Now.