Chapter 4 Fuck me, Mr. Sinclair

"Miss Moore, this better be the last time". He warned. Then he grabbed her gently by the neck and kissed her lips. She let him take the lead and he was doing a pretty good job. She helped him take off every piece of clothing attached to his body until he was as naked as she was.

She looked down at his crotch, his huge manhood was eagerly waiting for her warmth. She went down on both knees and looked up at his face with eyes that seem so innocent yet mischievous. He gazed upon her pretty face.

She held his manhood with both hands and put it in her mouth, letting her tongue do the rest. He moaned in ecstasy as she pleased him, holding her hair loosely with his right hand. Things got more heated up when she hummed aloud with his manhood still in her mouth... the vibration made him go wild and he fucked her mouth to relieve himself... But she wasn't gonna let him off the hook so easily; she stopped abruptly and stood to her feet.

"You're quite the tease, aren't you, Miss Moore?". He kissed her.

She broke the kiss and said with a smile: "I had been waiting for a moment like this, to make you get off your high horse and beg me".

"Well, you're doing a pretty good job, but I ain't begging". He smirked and tried to kiss her again but she moved back her head.

"Then, I guess you'll be having a cold bath tonight".

"Fine...you win". He forced himself to say. "Please, Miss Moore".

She laughed: "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck as she let him kiss her. He groped her soft bum and caressed her back. Then he carried her in his strong arms to his bed and laid her there without breaking the kiss. He went on top of her and kissed her neck, holding her hands up above her head with one hand while massaging her nipple with the other. She purred in pleasure, loving the way he made her feel. He brought his fingers to her clit and felt her readiness which matched his own. So without any further ado, he separated her legs to opposite cardinal points revealing her pink core, and pushed his throbbing manhood against the entrance of her vagina but encountered a difficulty.

She screamed in pain as tears flowed from her eyes.

"What?, you're a virgin?"...He asked with pure concern. She nodded. "The heck! Why didn't you say something before?". He went to pull out of her but she held him.

"Please don't stop". She begged.

"I can't. This isn't right..."

"I finally got the courage to ask... Please fuck me, Mr. Sinclair..." She begged with her big baby eyes staring into his.

He knew they both might regret this but he ignored the voice of reasoning at the back of his mind. "This might hurt a little, Miss Moore".

He pushed himself further inside her at once so that she would deal with the pain once and for all. She screamed again and cried like a baby. He stayed still for a few seconds so that her walls could adjust to his size, then he started to move rhythmically in and out of her wet core. She held unto him for dear life as her body was getting used to the feeling. When he felt that her body had adjusted, he increased his pace. He was gentle the best he could. She moaned out his name. He felt her walls constrict and tighten around his manhood, which drove him wild, he increased his speed until she orgasmed, and he also came to his release seconds later.

When her muscles relaxed, he pulled out and collapsed beside her.

Still breathing heavily, he asked. "Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?"...

In her tired state, she managed to reply. "I'm sorry, I forgot".

"Who forgets such a thing?" When there was no reply, he turned and saw that she had fallen asleep. "Some seductress you are, crying like a little girl"... He shook his head at her sleeping form, before turning the other side as sleep enveloped him.

THE NEXT DAY

Aaaaahhhhh!!!!!" She shouted.

He almost jumped out of bed. "What is it?"

She was holding his duvet tightly to her chest. "What did you do to me?!" Her yelling turned to a sob.

He buried his face in his palm as he remembered the events of the previous night and wondering how he could have been so stupid. He then looked up at her: "Miss Moore, the thing is, you were drugged last night by your friends, I saved you from a completely terrible ordeal, some guys would have taken advantage of you, so I brought you here. And you were uhm hot, and you needed to feel better, so I helped you". He explained, feeling so dumb.

"Can you hear yourself? I was drugged by my friends, some guys tried to rape me, you helped me by having sex with me?!!" She was not having any of that, she got down from the bed still holding onto the duvet as if her life depended on it. "Where are my clothes, Mr. Sinclair?"

"They're on the table" He pointed at the neatly folded black gown on the table with her underwear. On the floor beside the table stood her pair of leather boots.

"You washed them?" She asked.

"Yes, they were soaking wet last night, so I had to put them in the washing machine"

She was almost surprised that he would be so thoughtful, but that didn't stop the anger she felt.

He got down from his bed and walked up to her. "Miss Moore, trust me, it was never my intention. I was wrong, I should have stopped you by any means necessary, I apologize".

"Where do I get dressed?" She asked, not looking him in the face.

"I'll leave the room" He walked out and went downstairs feeling like an idiot for giving into temptation as he did.

By the time she came down, He had on a pair of black yoga pants and a white t-shirt. "Miss Moore, I..."

"I'll drop my resignation letter today, I need to go home first. I will be a little late". She said stoically without sparing him a look.

"Miss Moore". He called, but she didn't answer.

She walked out of his mansion, not caring if she knew where she was going. She just needed to get out.

He stood there, staring at the door she just walked out through. He made a call. "Frank, follow her, make sure she gets home safely."