Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire
Drake’s Story Chapter 33

After I got into the bed he returned to the bedroom and went to the bathroom and took a shower and then he walked in, naked, and very ready for me. My eyes traveled the length of him. His gorgeous blond hair was wet and messy. He had some scruff on his face and it was rugged and handsome. His defined chest, arms, and abs were the epitome of beauty. The sexy v that led to his c**k belonged on the cover of romance novels. His c**k was big, hard, beautiful. His legs were muscular. His whole body was this tanned olive tone. From what he’d said, he was three quarters Italian, a quarter Icelandic and I’d give him a total of 100% Adonis.

He climbed on top of me and hovered over me, “Were you a good girl tonight?”

“I tried to be, Master.”

“I think you were a very good girl tonight,” he said and touched my lips softly with his, “I was very proud of you tonight, my Angel.”

“Thank you, Drake.”

“Now I want you to show me you’re a good girl some more.”

“I would love to, Master.”

“I want you to suck my c**k while I suck your clit, baby. Open wider.” He rolled off to the side and turned around and then he was hovering over me with his c**k in my face and his face buried between my legs. I opened wide and he slid in as far as he could. I didn’t gag. I squeezed my thumbs inside my fists, which was a trick I’d learned long ago, before Kruna, even. Whether it really turned off the gag reflex or was mind over matter, I didn’t know, but it worked. He g*****d and dipped his tongue between my folds and then sucked hard.

My pelvis shot upright. I grabbed his a*s and massaged it while he f****d my mouth and he kept on sucking and lapping, tongue pushing hard on my button, and in no time flat, I was moaning and gasping and I was done. Drake sent this angel to heaven.

He pulled out of my mouth and spun around and then drove his c**k deep inside me, “You suck so f*****g good, my baby. And you taste amazing. See how you taste?” He dipped his tongue into my mouth and held my face with one of his hands while he devoured my mouth with his.

“Mmmm, Master. You f**k me so good.”

“You came hard, baby, think you deserve to come again?”

“Oh yes, please let me come again.”

“Tell me something first,” he said.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“When’s your birthday?”

I was taken aback.

“Tell me,” he demanded and then twisted my n*****s ever so slightly.

“October 3.”

“Good girl,” he got a finger inside me.

He started to work my g-spot and still sensitive from the o****m I’d just had I started to ride his hand.

“Middle name,” he said against my breast.

“Please…”

“Right now,” he growled and pulled his finger out.

“Elizabeth,” I said on a whimper.

“Good girl,” I got his finger back.

He grabbed my clit and pinched as he slid his c**k inside me and then he thrust into me over and over and over while working my clit and I exploded around him, hard, my nails digging into his back. He came hard, too, and then I fell asleep, exhausted, happy, feeling his juices coating the area between my legs. It was bliss.

** ** **

The next morning I woke up with his mouth around my n****e. I ran my fingers through his soft blond hair. He sucked hard and my back arched.

“Open your legs.”

I did.

His thumb found my clit and he started circling. I was on the verge of coming and then he stopped, “Where were you born?”

I hesitated and his thumb left.

“Charleston.” I said quickly and his thumb came back.

“Good girl.” He let me come.

That day I stayed at the apartment as he was off with his brother at the office. I cleaned, I worked out, I blared music (but kept an eye on the cell phone in case he called), and I watched TV. That night he didn’t get in until late and when he came to bed, he woke me with his mouth between my legs.

After I got into the bed he returned to the bedroom and went to the bathroom and took a shower and then he walked in, naked, and very ready for me. My eyes traveled the length of him. His gorgeous blond hair was wet and messy. He had some scruff on his face and it was rugged and handsome. His defined chest, arms, and abs were the epitome of beauty. The sexy v that led to his c**k belonged on the cover of romance novels. His c**k was big, hard, beautiful. His legs were muscular. His whole body was this tanned olive tone. From what he’d said, he was three quarters Italian, a quarter Icelandic and I’d give him a total of 100% Adonis.

“How’s my girl?” He asked against my clit.

“How’s my girl?” He asked against my clit.

“I’m good, Master,” I answered sleepily.

“Yeah?”

“Soooo good,” I m****d, fisting the sheets.

“Do you wanna come, my baby?”

“Yes, Master. I wanna make you come, too.”

“Oh, you will.” He climbed up me and got his c**k in my mouth, straddling my face.

“Can I touch myself, Master?” I asked a moment later, squeezing his tip and then planting a k**s on it.

“No.” he answered, “Stay still and suck. Be a good girl and I’ll let you come after.” He held my wrists in his hands above my head, hovering over my face.

“Okay,” I sucked him good and it didn’t take long for him to come down my throat, the sexy m**n he let out as he came lighting my body on fire.

He climbed back down below and leaned his head on his palm, which was supported by his elbow dug into the bed. His fingers leisurely circled my n****e and then worked their way down to between my legs. He gave me a sexy grin,

“Saw you in my bed and I couldn’t wait for mine, but we’re gonna take our time with yours tonight, Angel, let the burn build.”

“Okay,” I breathed.

He leaned down, kissed my navel, and then trailed k****s up to my throat and his hand was against my p***y but he barely moved it. I wanted to squirm.

He passionately kissed my shoulder, my throat, my earlobe, and I was covered in goosebumps.

“Can I jerk you off, Drake?”

“Yeah,” he whispered and I reached for him and he was only semi-hard but it took about 3.5 seconds for that to change.

One and then two fingers entered me and he crooked those fingers and kept crooking them softly against my g-spot and I let out a long m**n. He then got his other hand under my bottom and then I felt his middle finger exert just a little bit of pressure against my back entrance.

“Oh!” I was melting.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Mmm hmm. I do. I do. Ah!” I spread my legs wider and squeezed his c**k harder.

“Put your hands above your head, Angel,” he told me.

“But then I can’t touch you. Can I suck you again?” I was squirming.

“No. Stay still. You’re breaking my focus.” He pushed a finger just inside me, to stretch me in the back, and continued hitting my g-spot in the front and then added his thumb and hit my clit and I thought I was going to explode. My body started to tremble. Then he added suction on a n****e and I started to hit it.

“What’s your name?” he slowed. I’d been almost there. I m****d in protest.

“Tell me!” He demanded.

I gasped, “Angel.”

“f**k!” he shouted and broke contact completely.

I jolted in surprise.

“God f*****g damnit!” he yelled right in my face.

I started to cry.

“f**k!” He left the room, yanking up underwear as he left and slamming the door hard.

I curled up in a ball and I was trembling. I was f*****g this up. He was having to do so much, put so much effort into this, and I was just a total f**k up. A broken woman. Ruined. Filthy dirty. Empty.

A few minutes later he was back and then he leaned over me.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m really sorry, baby; open up, let me in.”

I uncurled and laid on my back, legs spread. Tears still streamed down. I felt so empty inside.

He was on top of me and then he was rubbing his c**k between my legs against my clit and teasing my entrance, and then he got himself hard again and plunged into me. I was crying silently.

“Baby?”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry. That was dickish of me. You tell me when you’re ready.”

“I don’t mean to hold anything back from you. You don’t understand. You…” I was gonna tell him. Somehow I’d get it out. It was time. I pushed the void away and dug deep, ready to talk.

“It’s okay, Angel,” he stopped me, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. I just didn’t…”

He stopped me with his palm over my mouth, “No. I’m sorry. Quiet. Let’s get back to where we were. Unless you’re too mad at me and want me to stop?” he lifted his hand off my mouth and looked at me, waiting for me to answer.

“I’ll never ever ask you to stop.” I said, “Never. Ever.”

He got a supremely pissed off look on his face but then he flipped me over onto my tummy and then he took me hard, rough, and beautifully.

Drake’s POV

When I’d left the room in the middle of that I called Zack. He answered on the first ring,

“You get my message earlier?”

“Which one?”

“Charleston,” I said.

“Yep. It was good. I’ve got her.”

“You have her name?”

“Yeah, man,” Zack replied.

“I want her to wanna tell me.” I squeezed the bridge of my nose and shut my eyes tight.

He was quiet a beat, “I have a lot of info here now. You want it, I spill. You don’t, I’ll hang onto it.”

“Wait. You need more info or you got everything?”

“I’ve got enough. You confirming where she was born got me the confirmation I needed that I have info on the right person.”

I pondered it a second. If he didn’t need me to dig any further for her name then I should just let her tell me when she’s ready. I wanted it from her. It was something she was holding back and I knew there had to be a damn good reason for it. Maybe when she was ready to tell me it’d mean that we’d passed a milestone closer to her healing.

“There any reason you can think of that I shouldn’t just wait for her to tell me herself?”

He was quiet a few beats, “Naw man. You can wait.” There was something in his voice that made me think there was definitely a damn good reason why she wasn’t telling me.

“You sure?”

“Drake, I’m sure. You wanna know, I’ll tell you. But you wanna let her do it, there’s no reason I need to give it to you instead.”

“Alright. Call ya tomorrow.”

I’d gone back to the bedroom and found her curled up in a ball and I felt like a f*****g heel holding back like that and punishing her by not letting her come.

That’s what they did, held back o*****s to punish her, and I didn’t wanna abuse the power. That’s what I’d essentially done, though. Backed off with her all worked up out of anger and that’s not what I was trying to do here. So I went in, got her to open up, and I put everything I had into making her come, not for more information, not to keep her in line, but just to give her what she needed.

Angel’s POV

I’d gotten his fingers, his mouth, and his c**k. I was full in my p***y with his fingers and when he got his c**k into my a*s I came so hard that one o****m rolled into another and it was so amazing that afterwards I bawled in his arms. He held me and stroked my hair and I fell asleep holding him as tight as I could.

In the morning I woke up to the smell of toast and coffee. He brought me a tray with breakfast in bed.

“Good morning,” he said cautiously.

“Hi.” I sat up.

“Breakfast is ready,” he said.

“It smells good. You cooked?”

“Kind of. I made toast. I’m sorry about last night,” he said, looking remorseful.

I shook my head, “I’m sorry about last night, too. I know you’re just doing what you need to do to get me…better.”

He frowned and sat down and put the tray beside me. There was toast cut into triangles with peanut butter and jam on it with a coffee and a banana.

I wanted to cry. How did I luck out like this?

“What’s the matter?” he asked me.

I shrugged, “I just feel lucky.”

“Lucky?”