But now...she knows I love her. She knows this is for life. The ten carat diamond ring on her finger should tell her that. And now I'm giving her the last thing that she had to want for. Her freedom. I think it's fair that she gives me this.
ALTHEA
Isn't it the woman who usually rushes these types of things? Gavin has been very adamant about his desire for us to start a family from the beginning. No doubt, he was hoping I'd become pregnant the first time we had sex. Thankfully, that didn't happen.
I've always wanted to marry a rich older man, but I've also always been terrified of the idea of having children. It's not childbirth that scares me, but the thought of being left a single parent like my mom was. Raising a kid on your own is hard. Once you have children, your life is no longer your own. You'll do whatever it takes to keep them clothed and fed and safe. Without a college education, my life would be over if Gavin got me pregnant and then left me. I would suffer the same fate as my mother, working day in and out to get by. Given the strange circumstances of our meeting, I couldn't take that chance. Even though he said we would be together forever, how could I really have known if that was true or not? At any moment, he could get sick of me and cast me aside—realize he made a mistake. I told him as much the night I decided to try to convince him to wear a condom, but he wouldn't listen. He insisted that I had nothing to worry about, that he would take care of the baby and me forever.
I spent the entirety of the next day going over what-ifs inside my head. What if he got me pregnant and we broke up? I could use the money in my account to pay for an abortion, but I know I wouldn't have the heart to do something like that. Knowing I had a little life growing inside of me...No, not an option. Plan b would be to go after Gavin for child support. He could easily afford to care for our child's expenses, and I doubt he would make excuses or defer on his payments like many other men do. He's the one who wants this baby, after all. Hell, he might even fight me for custody, which is something else I didn't want to have to think about. Too much could have gone wrong, and everything was still uncertain. I just couldn't chance getting pregnant by a man I knew little about, so I did the only thing that seemed logical. I went to the doctor and got an IUD inserted. I had to make sure it was a method of birth control that he wouldn't find out about, but that was wishful thinking. His stupidly big dick must be able to reach further inside of me than I thought because he noticed the IUD almost the second he stuck it in.
I try not to think about that fight because those were the darkest days of our relationship. I've never wanted to run away more in all my life. But I couldn't escape. Even though he was pissed off, Gavin still came after me. I was certain that our days together were numbered, that he would eventually get tired of me defying him and one day just not show to pick me up from work.
But then, like the clouds receding after a storm, he broke down and decided to let me have my way. I was never more thankful, because I do want to be with him. Just like everything else, he was moving too fast for me to keep up.
This still feels too fast, but I know him so much better now. We've been living together for three months, and not once has Gavin ever lied to me. He's showered me with gifts and affection, made me feel like a princess. All he's asked of me in return is to stay with him. In hindsight, our relationship seems almost one-sided. He gives and gives and gives, and I just exist. Maybe he deserves this baby.
I clutch the phone in my hand, staring down at the screen. He's given yet again. I'm not just holding a phone. I'm holding my freedom. Slowly over the past several weeks, what started out as a business transaction has turned into an actual relationship. I'm no longer his property, but his fiancée. He's introduced me to what few friends he has, and I've taken him to meet some of my other family members. We've become a real genuine couple.
"You deserve more than I've given you," I whisper with tears clouding my vision.
"What are you talking about?" he says against the curve of my neck, his arms still wrapped tightly around me.
"I could never hope to repay you for everything you've done. You've given me the life I've always wanted, but..."
"But?" Disapproval fills his voice. "You know they say that anything that comes before the word but doesn't count."
I let out a strangled laugh. "But I would ask more of you?"
He snorts. "More? What more could I possibly give? You practically have my balls in a box."
I turn in his lap to face him, stifling a giggle. He's not lying. He may have paid money for me, but I feel like I own him. He's always there for me, providing for me and making sure all my needs are met. I am...greedy.
I take his face in my hands, showing him that I'm sincere. "I want to marry you."
"Did you forget about the ring I bought you?" His eyes shoot to the side. The diamond is so big, he can probably see it. "If I threw you into the ocean, I guarantee you'd sink."
I squeeze his cheeks, causing him to have fish lips. "You're a brat."
"Says the one demanding so much." He pulls out of my grasp and gives my hip a gentle slap. "What do you really want?"
"I told you." My eyes dance over his face. "I want to marry you. You gave me a ring, but we never set a date. You've rushed everything for us thus far, but you seem to forget that marriage comes before baby."
"Does it?" He smirks.
"Yes." I nod. "I don't want to get pregnant before we're wed."
"Then I'll take you to the justice of the peace tomorrow."
He leans in to kiss me, but I stop him. "No."
"No?" Gavin quirks his head back.
"I want a real wedding," I insist.
He rolls his eyes but still smiles. "Of course, you do. With the big frilly white dress and a horse and carriage and ice swans."
"Ice swans," I parrot, envisioning it. "I hadn't thought of that."
"Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut." He chuckles.
"Maybe you should have." I rest my forehead against his, sighing happily—so in love.
"You know that if you want this big expensive, lavish wedding, then you're going to have to earn it." His voice takes on a mischievous lilt, and his hand falls to my ass, sliding under it and giving it a forceful squeeze.
"Oh am I?" I muse, unable to stop the grin spreading across my lips. The rising bulge beneath me tells me exactly what he wants.
"Really." He nods. "So show me how much this dream wedding is worth to you."
GAVIN
This girl. Is there anything I wouldn't give her? I think not, at this point.
When all this began—when I first contacted VirginsforSale.com—it was supposed to be all about me. I wanted to be a selfish prick who ruled and dominated his woman. Yet here I am now, putty in the hands of my angel.
"You work for that wedding," I tell her, giving her butt a hard slap to get her moving.
"You're so demanding," she purrs, wiggling on my lap, her soft ass molding around my erection.
"Two birds of a feather." We're so alike that it's scary sometimes. Both demanding, neither wanting to budge. Though, I'm the one who always ends up caving in the end.
She takes my face in her hands, giving me a seductive look. "That's why we fuck together."
"Be a good girl for Daddy," I growl against her lips before engaging her in a kiss.
"You mean a bad girl." Althea pushes herself off of my lap, falling onto her back.
She tucks a hand into her pink and white striped underwear, making a soft circle with her fingertips over her mound. I must have bought her at least twenty pairs of lacy panties, but she almost always wears the cotton ones instead, saving the lace for nights when I take her out. I feel like she makes it a reward for letting her out of her cage. She says the cotton is more comfortable, that lace isn't very practical. I don't really mind. The cotton underwear makes her look more innocent anyway.
Althea writhes on the bed, tugging at her underwear, then pulling up her shirt until I can see the underswell of her small breasts, showing me everything but her nipples, which I know must be starting to perk.
I want to put my hands on her, but I know better. This is a show she's putting on. A show just for me, to get me riled up. It's worked. As I watch her slide a hand back down between her legs and rub her fingers over her folds, my cock grows rock hard. I chew my bottom lip, feeling pressure in my stomach. The beast inside of me is awakening. Most of the time, I take her forcefully. She seems to prefer that to lovemaking. So do I. When I don't have to think about being soft and slow. When I just fuck.