Chapter 7 Price For Virginity (1)

I let the bathrobe fell from my body. It only hit me then that the air-conditioned room was so cold when my skin was exposed.

He took his time observing my body that I felt self-conscious. I tried to cover my boobs as it was getting uncomfortable.

“Don’t cover it,” he said, “You’re beautiful. Come here.”

It was only when I stepped near him that I realized my legs felt weak. And when he took my hands in his, my arms were trembling. “Hey,” he called.

My grey eyes looked at his blue eyes. “I’ll do it gently. It won’t hurt much.”

“H– how did you know I was a virgin in the first place?” I asked, wanting to redirect the topic into something else entirely.

“I could smell it from you.”

“What?”

“Call it a special ability of mine.”

“… to smell virgins?” *This guy is definitely a weirdo*, I thought. “Are you secretly a vampire that only feasts on virgins?

Unexpectedly, Alexander laughed so hard at my random question. “Very close to that. But no.”

He then ran through his hands on my skin. Starting from my shoulder, stomach, and thighs. His fingers fiddled with my tits before pinching them, eliciting a small moan from me. Then he grabbed my butt cheeks and moved my body closer to him. When there was no more distance between us, he grabbed one of my breasts and took the other with his mouth.

As soon as I felt his tongue on my skin, I felt the fireworks. Unconsciously, I arched my back, giving him more access to my breasts. My trembling subsided, it was replaced by a wave of passion that I have never felt before.

He licked my nipple slowly, teasing it with his tongue. While his other hand pinched my other nipple hard. It was a mixture of sensations, of pain and pleasure. His tongue was cold but his kisses were hot. My body was literally melting in front of him, and I allowed him to mold my body the way he liked it.

Suddenly, he picked me up and threw me to the bed. He kissed my neck and shoulder while he took off his shirt and then his pants. When I took a look at his naked body, my jaw dropped.

“You like seeing what you see?” he teased.

“T– the abs… look good,” I stuttered to say.

“Yeah, right. You were looking below my abs.”

Alexander positioned himself between my thighs. His manly appendage was sticking to my lower stomach.

“I didn’t.”

“It’s okay,” he said. “Try touching it.”

I looked at his eyes and when I saw he was serious, I gulped hard. My fingers reached out to his shaft. I could see my fingers were slightly trembling but I pushed through. When my skin touched him, his breathing hitched for a moment. That gave me the courage to carry on. I wrapped my fingers on his appendage. I never considered my fingers as small, but his manhood sure did make my hands look like a toddler’s hand.

He spat on his own shaft, which I knew for lubrication. So I took it as my role to spread the liquid on his whole manhood. He groaned at my amateur massage. And it made me braver to grip harder. I could see white liquid started to pour out from the tip of his manhood.

But suddenly he stopped my movement and threw my hand to the side. He quickly ducked and gave me a kiss on the lips. It was a small and slow kiss at first. Then he deepened it, more passionate as if he needed my kiss. Fireworks exploded inside me again. And without me realizing my hands had moved to circle his neck, pulling him more towards me.

Then he snicked in his tongue to my mouth and it was no longer fireworks. It was a goddamn atomic bomb explosion. I tried to mimic his tongue movement, which I sucked at apparently because I slobbered on his rough chin a little bit. He laughed at my failed attempt. “That was a good first try. We can work on that.”

I won’t lie, the feel of his groomed facial hair on my face… it was rough and ticklish, but it was also sexy.

He looked at me straight in the eye. I felt his manhood hardening, it was poking on my stomach.

“Are you still scared?”

“A little bit,” I confessed.

“That’s fine.”

Alexander gave me kisses on my shoulder as if to reassure me. Then his lips traveled down to my stomach and thighs. He took one of my legs on his shoulder and started kissing the inside of my thigh, from the knee to near my core. I instantly felt my garden becoming wet. He licked my thigh very near to my woman area, then he bit it.

I covered my mouth to muffle the moan.

But when I felt something cold traveling on the lips of my garden, I could not contain the moans anymore. He licked me in my core, taking a nibble or two on my labia before sucking my clit. My body was arched unnaturally at that point.

He was not done. He bit my clit. The pain was instant but as he licked it fast, the pleasure washed over the pain. My hand grabbed his dark hair and I swore I saw his eyes twinkled when he looked at my expression.

His tongue stayed caressing my clit as he put one finger into my hole.

“Haaa… mister…”

He stopped all his movement for a while. His middle finger still inside me, probing gently inside. I could feel his finger stretching my hymen little by little.

“Call me Lex,” he said. He rotated his finger a little inside of me. “Are you in pain?”

I shook my head. It was a little bit painful, honestly, but the ecstasy overrode the pain. I felt like I could bear the pain.

“Liar,” he said. Then he pulled out his finger. His body hovered above me again. Our lips were almost touching. “But you’re a brave one, I’ll give you that.”

He kissed me tenderly on the forehead. And I found myself relishing his sweet act. His eyes met mine. Gosh. I did not even know that piercing gazes could make me wet too. He dove for a kiss. A deep one. That time, I was ready to move my tongue.

Our tongue touched and I felt electricity coursing through all over my body. He bit my lower lip. I followed his movement afterward. “You are brave, aren’t you?” he asked.

“I got nothing else to lose,” I whispered to his mouth. Then he kissed me long and hard. To the point of I had trouble breathing. He sucked and bit my lips countless times. I tried to follow but it seemed my lips muscles were not as toned as his. I was slightly dizzy when he was done and had to take big gulps of air to fill in my lungs.

“Now you have the sexiest lips ever,” he said, “It’s very tender and plump. Like Kylie Jenner’s.”

For the record. That was such a terrible joke. But the fact that he tried to lift the mood between us made me feel warm. “Are you priding yourself as a lip plumper now?”

”That’s just one of the many talents you will see from me.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” I said with small laughter.

“Do you hate it?”

“What?”

“Me.” His eyes darkened as they pierced through me. I could not escape his gaze. “An old guy who picked you up at your most vulnerable moment and offer you something you could not resist.”

I held his blue eyes with my own for the longest time. Just drowning in that ocean of his made my core wetter. “Be honest. How old are you actually?”

He chuckled as he pressed his lips to my cheek. His facial hair was rough on my skin but I liked the feeling of it. “Three thousand and three hundred and thirty-three years old.”

I blinked. See, my mind was at its lowest point right then. I had mental breakdowns about four times that day and I just experienced the shittiest shit ever in my life. So, excuse me, because I needed to process the numbers a bit longer.

But Alexander shamelessly pointed out how slow my brain was. He flicked his finger on my forehead. “Your brain just crashed?” Deep laughter rumbled from his throat.

“Shut up!”

“It’s 3333.”

“Three, four times?”

“Yup.”

“Alright,” I said, “Then I’m 2020 years old.”

“Oh God,” he whispered in my ear, “I’m taking an infant’s virginity.” He nibbled my ear and I could not help moaning.

“No,” I whispered back, “The adult age is a thousand years old.” His laughter erupted in my ear. I guessed he loved the banter.

“I like you.” He put his lips on the slope of my neck. His facial hair tingled my skin. “A lot.”

Then he rose to his knees. He gave me a stare as if asking if I was ready. When I nodded, he aimed his manhood at my entrance. He rubbed his shaft on the cusps of my garden, absorbing the overflowing juice coming out. At times he poked my clit. His hardened shaft was so damn hard that when it rubbed to my clit, I felt an electric jolt.

He entwined his fingers with mine while his other hand plunged his shaft inside of me. “Ahh…”

He stopped when I cried out. Then he started rubbing his manhood on the entrance again.

He kissed me again as if saying it was all going to be okay. And I believed him.

For a while, he repeated the movements. Rubbing his shaft. Plunging the head in. I would gasp. And he would take it out and repeat the actions again.

After several repetitions, I felt my insides were becoming more stretched. Then Alexander pushed his manhood inside of me again.

“Ha…”

This time he did not pull it out. The tip of his shaft stayed inside of me. I could feel it stretching my insides and it felt very painful. Tears started gathering in my eyes. “It’s okay,” he reassured me. “We’re still stretching out the hymen. I won’t move until you’re comfortable.”

Hearing Alexander’s words somehow made the tears overflowed from my eyes. I tried to blink the tears away but it would not stop pouring out. “Hey, hey, hey,” Alexander unexpectedly wiped the tears from one of my cheeks. “Do you want to stop?”

I stared at him thinking, ‘is this guy for real?’ Was this how Sugar Daddy usually act towards the Sugar Baby. I had thought that when I signed my virginity away, he would not even care about my pain. I was mentally prepared to have a rough night. I thought nothing could have been worse than the pain of losing my mom, my one and only family. In fact, I actually wanted the pain. Maybe the pain of losing my virginity would numb the pain of losing my mom even if it was only for a day.

But Alexander just dropped the gentle bomb at me. He did not have to care about me being in pain, but he did. And he comforted me. He was the first person to show me kindness without pitying my loss.

I could not help the tears.

I sensed that he was about to pull out from inside me entirely so I immediately said, “Don’t stop.” My voice cracked due to the tears but my eyes were adamant. “Just do it.”

“There’s no rush, Ann,” he said gently. “Mine is quite big so it’ll hurt you if we don’t stretch yours more.”

With just a few words, he was able to make me laugh again. “Is that really that big?” I challenged him. “Not like I have any reference. But men always tend to think theirs are the biggest, don’t they?”

He quirked one eyebrow up. “You should judge it by yourself once I enter you fully.”

“Do it then.”

Alexander was unsure. He seemed not to want to hurt me. “It’ll really hurt,” he warned me. “Will it hurt more than losing someone?” My voice failed me as the tears flowed out again.

He kissed my eyes one by one, licking all the salty tears. Then he kissed my forehead, my nose, and my chin. “No,” he said, “It’ll probably make you scream though.”

Right then, he nudged his shaft a little bit deeper inside of me. “Ahh…”

“It’ll be a few times more painful than that,” he explained, “And you’ll be bleeding since we don’t stretch your hymen properly. A hymen is a … um, membrane on you–“

“Mister, I’m a medical student. I know what a hymen is.”

“Right.” He let out that deep chuckle again. “But call me Lex. Don’t make this old man feel more ancient, would you?”

I laughed at that.

“Lex.” My eyes were glassy because I had been crying but I tried to look straight at him.

“Hm?”

“I want to scream and cry to my heart content. I haven’t been able to do so these past two days.” I managed to make my voice steady. Though my throat hurt so much from the effort. “Will you help me?"