Debt Boss: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance Page 3

  I suck down harder on his cock. How dare he hold out on me.

  That's all right. I got another tactic up my sleeve. He'll have no other choice than to fuck me silly. So I take his hard ass cock and pull it over to one of my erect nipples. I smile and rub his shaft hard against it. My pussy flutters from the sensation and Oliver grunts with approval. Gotcha.

  "Oliver, take me, please," I beg, adding the cherry on top. I bet he can't resist me now.

  He changes position, leaving my pussy warm and wet. Now he's facing me and I am reminded that he's more than twice my age. That alone makes me feel hotter.

  The shaft of his cock bumps up against my entrance and reality strikes home again. I'm about to lose my virginity to a hot older guy who I know will always protect me and.... love me.

  "Ready?"

  "How many times are you going to ask me that?"

  He slips inside and my toes curl from the pleasure rocking my body, fuck, he’s filling me up so fast. It’s warm and his veins feel good massaging my inner walls. I grip him slightly and he tells me to relax.

  That's when I feel him bump against it. The holy hymen. The cherry. The place where I cross from being immature to a mature young woman.

  He pushes and tells me to push against him. The sensation I feel is a quick pinch and then he waits.

  Oliver inches in slowly, and I feel myself get used to his size. He nibbles and sucks my nipples to ease the discomfort. But fuck, it's starting to feel really really good now.

  "I--I think I'm ready," I moan, pushing my hips up against him.

  He pushes himself onto my slit and gently inside. The touch of his skin inside me makes me burn and yearn for more. Sweat beads up on my body and a surge of power runs through my veins. I didn’t know sex was this powerful. I always thought the women in porn were overdoing it. They probably are, but sex still feels amazing… until he hit my virginity. Then I have to brace myself.

  “Tell me to stop at anytime, Wendy. Okay?” he whispers kindly into my ear. It makes me want him more.

  His shaft breaks the innocence I have left and sinks deep into me. The pain makes my body shudder, but soon enough I melt into the territory of pleasure, tightening my legs around him and bucking my hips up.

  “You like,” he chuckles. “Watch what I do to your cunt.”

  Magic is an understatement.

  Our sex rocked us from the bed to the plush carpet below. Oliver rammed his cock into me, confirming my official rite of passage to womanhood.

  A flood of heat pools into my groin. I’m about to come for the first time.

  “Oliver,” I stutter, “I’m—I’m—”

  “Hush.”

  Slamming into me, he drains his manly essence into me and he slides out of me tenderly. Peace, s

  Even though the morning light is shining through my eyelids I keep them shut. It's like a dream. Oliver is a godsend and every bit of man that I could ever hope to find.

  The ache of my popped cherry radiates softly between my thighs. Remnants of my powerful orgasms still tickle throughout my body.

  I stretch, eyes still closed. The afterglow is real, I feel like I've been to a spa.

  "Oliver," I yawn out. "Mmph, Oliver?"

  I roll my body into the bed, savoring it's plush--wait, how come this bed doesn't feel like it did before? Was the sex that good?

  I open my eyes, and panic.

  I'm back at home!

  "Huh? What the hell is going on?" I get up and rush to the living room. No Oliver in sight. How did I end up back at home? Did he seriously ditch me? "Oliver," I call out, louder. My body feels weak, this can't be happening. The aching between my legs is the only confirmation I have that I'm not going crazy.

  Why would Oliver do this after taking my virginity?

  I slump back to my room, tears burning my eyes. That's when I see my chair in the corner filled with money, a single rose and a note.

  'Sorry, Wendy. You're so precious to me, but I can better protect you like this.

  Love Oliver.

  PS: Please go to school. I'll have all your tuition paid for if you do.'

  Waterworks. I sink to the floor and cry my little heart out. He left me even after I said that I'd embrace any danger that came with him. What does he think I am? Some fragile flower?

  No, I'm not going to school. I'm going to keep being a stripper until he brings his ass back and apologizes for this dick move.

  I snatch my keys and run to the front door. Only in a T-shirt and shorts, I run outside and look around. No Oliver, but there is a female standing in front of me, her eyes look like murder.

  This better not be his girlfriend.

  "Can I help you?"

  She stares me down and I feel like I should be concerned. Slowly, she walks towards me and I inch back to my front door.

  "It's because of you that someone dear to me has been taken," she hisses, tears falling out her eyes. "You're going to pay. Or well... I'll get paid."

  A dart flies out of nowhere and hits me in the neck. The drugs in it flow through my veins and I see the world swirl around me until I hit the ground.

  Oh, shit. That is Oliver's girlfriend! I took him from her?

  I fight to keep conscious. I'm going to be kidnapped again? What's with all the kidnapping lately? Not like I have a virginity to be worth anything extra. I can thank and curse Oliver for that.

  My world is slowly going black, I scrape around and try to scream to no avail.

  The last words I hear are, "You're going to sell well."

  Oh shit...

  Chapter Five

  Oliver

  I'm torn to pieces. I didn't want to leave her, but after last night. I just couldn't be at peace with myself putting her in danger. No matter how much she didn't mind, I can't let my conscious be at ease knowing that everyone and their damn mom might lash out at me through her for some sort of revenge.

  My line as a debt collector is dangerous. People get angry at us all the time.

  But there's a way I can have Wendy. I'm just not sure I want to do that yet. After all, I did inherit this business from my father and promised him that I'd tend after it well.

  This is what it feels like to be stuck in a rock and a hard place, isn't it?

  "Damn," I sigh to myself, looking at a roster of names I need to check out.

  Debts that are owed, collateral to be picked up, might even have to rough up a guy or two. This stuff is beginning to take its toll on me. I'm an older man, I need a life; a wife and kids. Hell even a fucking dog.

  There's knocking at my door and I check my camera to see who it is. It's my right hand man, Virgil. The door unlocks for him and he comes inside.

  "Oliver, you've been silent. You've given us no orders yet. Are you okay?" he asks, planting himself in a chair in front of my desk.

  "Not really."

  "It's the girl isn't it. She found your soft side."

  "Is it that obvious."

  "Yes. Though I'm surprised you left her."

  "I didn't--I want her to be safe."

  Virgil sighs. "I know, but after what happened with Mr. Drox, I doubt that's gonna be for long. Here."

  Virgil hands me a note and I scan it quickly. Fuck.

  "When did you get this?!" I shoot out of my chair over to the closet that houses my guns and a briefcase full of money and valuable items. I’ll hemorrhage money to get her safe in my arms again.

  "About ten minutes ago. Mr. D's girlfriend is out for revenge. One of my guys slipped something on her car. We can track where she's going."

  Corina. The other debt collector's girlfriend. Shit. She has Wendy and I'm gonna get her back. It's going to take all my will not to taker Corina's ass and sell her on a back alley. Fuck, what was I thinking?

  I've already touched Wendy with danger, she's never leaving my sight again.

  "Got a location?" I ask Virgil.

  "Yeah, looks like she stopped at that auctioning place you used to use."

  I grab my jacke
t and head out the door.

  "Wait, what're you going to do? She sees you and she might just shoot her."

  "She won't see me. I know how Corina acts. Just like her boyfriend, dumb and stupid. She'll be in the back with the girls breathing down Wendy's back."

  Virgil follows behind me as I rush downstairs to the garage. I jump in my black Mercedes and fire it to life. The place where Corina is trying to sell Wendy is guarded well. I'll have to be a criminal one more time. Then I'll stop. I’ll stop for her. No one will touch her ever again.

  "Virgil, when this is over. Watch over the business for me, okay?"

  The look on his face brings my love for Wendy further into reality.

  Yes, I'm making the jump. I want to feel human again.

  Wendy

  Voices. I hear voices mumbling all around me. When I wake up I see naked women all around me. All of them are bound at the ankles and cuffed behind the back... just like me!

  I liked being kidnapped by Oliver much better. Too bad he's got a girlfriend. I don't blame her for being angry. But do you have to sell a girl?

  Sheesh. Criminals live hard, don't they.

  My wrists are small, but not small enough to shimmy out of these cuffs, and these shackles are on pretty tight too.

  Some people come over to me, a man and a woman. The woman holds my face up, angled towards the man with heavily mascara-ed eyes.

  "Hey, wh-what gives," I slur, gaining my senses back.

  "Got to pretty you up before the auction."

  "Auction?!" Another smack by reality, "Let me go, I'm not for sale! Where's that girl who brought me here?"

  I move and give them a hard time. Finally the man exhales sharply and the two leave. Good riddance.

  A hard slap knocks me from behind the head, I see stars. Looking behind me, I see Oliver's girlfriend hovering over me.

  "Look bitch, the better you look the more I can sell you for. Don't make me do a direct sale to one of the dirty ones. You see, I know someone who loves to fillet his girls nicely. Blood doesn't scare him."

  My stomach is sick. What kind of people does she know? How does Oliver hook up with a crazy chick like this?

  "Look, I know you're angry about this. But please, you don't have to sell me--"

  "Yes I do. That's what should have happened to you in the first place. My boyfriend should have gotten that commission. But you just had to be too good looking, huh?"

  "Please, Oliver didn't mean it. I made him sleep with me! I didn't know he had a girlfriend."

  She gives me a puzzled look then laughs. "Eww, I'm not that old man's girl. That piece of shit shot my man."

  Happy and shocked. The most conflicting emotions I've ever felt mixed together. Doesn't stop me from getting sold, but its nice to know Oliver isn't a playboy.

  Music begins to play. A creepy smile forms on her face. Shit, Oliver said he'd protect me. I would love to see him bust through those doors about now.

  I have to be patient. There will be a time for me to run and escape. I'm good at getting out of trouble, always have. After all, even if I get sold, I still know Oliver's full name. One call to him and I'm out of there.

  This crazy bitch yanks me by the chain that connects to my collar and pulls me to the line that forms. I see lights up ahead and a platform. Men in suits stare down the first girl to go out on stage. Fuck, this is the shit I'm used to seeing in movies. Not real life.

  "Sold!" the auctioneer blares.

  That fast... four girls later, and I'm next!

  Chapter Six

  Oliver

  They've lost their touch from the last time I was here.

  The security of the place is still the same and I have my men settle down in a building about half a mile away to shoot them with heavy sedatives. By the time they wake up, they won't even remember what happened.

  If they have a memory at all.

  I breeze inside, a dark hallway greets me. Following the steps downstairs, I begin to smell the whiskey and hear the mindless chatter of older perverted men, waiting to buy a female.

  I jump when the auctioneer yells sold, thinkikng that it's Wendy.

  When I actually get down to the auction floor, the girl they are taking off stage isn't Wendy. I sigh with relief.

  "Sir, there's a catalog of the girls on sale if you'd like to view it and not wait," says a woman in a suit and pencil skirt.

  "Sure, thanks."

  She hands me a tablet and I swipe through the faces of girls on the auction block.

  Weird. I don't see Wendy. There is an already bought part of the catalog and I hesitate to check it. As soon as I colic on it, I see her face.

  She's already been sold?!

  "Miss, who is the person who bought this one?"

  "Oh, I'm sorry that information is--"

  I flash a stack of money in her face that's perched inside my jacket. "Mr. Howell has her. They are currently prepping her for release to go home with him."

  Release, I know where they do those at. I take a last swift look over the crowd to make sure Corina isn't here and dash off to the door on the far right.

  Right when they are about to leave, I open another door and I see Mr. Howell, an old client of mine. And a very dangerous one as well.

  "Mr. Lothrop? Fancy meeting you here. Are you in the pots for a girl?" he asks, puffing on a cigar and waiting for Wendy.

  "Yes and no. You have something of mine and I need it back."

  "Oh really? Pray tell."

  "The girl. Wendy."

  He sneers at me. He's always had a thing for raven headed girls. Wendy is strongly his type, but she belongs to me now.

  "I paid a billion dollars for that pussy. Do you think I like just shoving money around?"

  "No, but I happen to know you have some daughters of your own. I bet one of the three is a virgin. We all know how they sell."

  His eyes widen. I don't really want to harm his daughters, but I had to jab at his weakness to save Wendy.

  "What makes you think you can touch them? I have the best security."

  "No one's immune to money. Plus, the last I heard, your youngest one, nineteen is it? Has a habit of slipping under your radar. Give me the girl, and I don't bother yours."

  He gnashes his teeth and smashes his cigar.

  "Damn you, Lothrop."

  "You're lucky," I say, sliding the metal suitcase over to him. "You're not out of a billion. If anything you made an extra billion. There's two in that case. Half in gold and the rest in diamonds and cash."

  He looks at me, his anger diminishing.

  "Well, you play your cards well, Mr. Lothrop."

  "I have to."

  He throws me a card.

  "Room 9 is where she'll be. Enjoy her, Mr. Lothrop."

  Wendy

  I'm sitting on a chair, staring at the door for the pervert who bought me for a whopping one billion dollars. I would have been flattered if it wasn't over some damn sex slave thing.

  Corina stands by my side, an evil glow of giddiness coming off of her.

  "You're going to like your new owner. He's into a lot of BDSM stuff. On the hardcore level of course."

  Hardcore? Like I'm surprised. I bet all the men that bought women out of this place were into some super kinky shit that I really don't want to know about.

  "He'll be here in just a minute. Don't worry. He'll treat you good in his own way..."

  Ugh, what does that mean? This girl is disgusting. Her boyfriend was probably just as nasty as her. If only I could get in touch with Oliver.

  The door begins to move, and the first inclination I have is to fight, but where would I go? I am sure this place is cloaked in security with armed guards at every corner. They probably have escape routes in case they are raided by the feds or something.

  But instead of the portly man with rings on all fingers, I see Oliver stride in.

  "Oliver!" Corina gasps, whipping out a gun.

  Oliver's men come in right behind him with their guns point
ed too.

  "Get in line, lover boy, she's been sold."

  "I know," Oliver says with that smart ass smirk on his face. "I bought her from the original purchaser. So she's mine. Back away from her and I won't do to you what I did to your nasty boyfriend."

  Shots are exchanged, Oliver falls back. When I try to scoot to the side I look up and see Corina's eyes a blaze with anger, staring down at me with her gun pointed at my face.

  I close my eyes.

  There are more shots.

  No pain.

  Just silence.

  I wait for the pain to come. However it doesn't.

  I open my eyes to see Oliver rub his chest and stand up. My face is intact and I see Corina sprawled out on the floor. Dead.

  "Wendy!" Oliver says, rushing to my side, unbinding my hands and feet. The gag is also taken out of my mouth.

  "Oliver," I cry, so damn happy to see him. "I thought she had shot you!"

  "She did, but it's called a bullet proof vest. See?"

  The small burned hole in his turtle neck reveals a black vest underneath. I could kiss the maker of bullet proof vests right about now.

  Oliver looks up at the ceiling, "Good shot, Virgil."

  "No problem, Boss," he says, swinging himself down. Wow, Oliver definitely has a professional team on his side.

  Chapter Seven

  Oliver

  It's been a week since I rescued Wendy from Corina. And ever since then I haven't let her go out of my sight. I must have checked a thousand times over to make sure there were no hits or anything out on her.

  She is clean now.

  And safe.

  I plan to make her life safer too. Which is exactly why I'm here in my main office, cleaning out my stuff and getting some papers ready to be signed and sent off to the Debt Collector's guild.

  Virgil comes through the double doors without knocking. Unusual of him. But I know why.

  "No," he says, an indignant look on his face. "I am not doing it. You cannot leave!"

  "Virgil, you knew better than me that this time was coming. I have a future famiy to support. Wendy might even be pregnant. I can't have a child in this business. I need to take ourselves far from this lifestyle. You've been a brother to me Virgil. That is why I must leave this to you."