Chapter 7 Open Your Gift

• "Nice to meet you, Noelia," the woman had a hint of a French accent, but not as pronounced as his. She gave a genuine smile to the girl who opened the door. "By the way, what I asked for."
• "Perfect, take us to the nearest shopping center, to the university campus of the law school."
• Marius waited for the girl to get into the car before getting in himself. Brigitte closed the door, then went around to the driver's seat and started driving towards their destination.
• "I took the liberty of bringing a gift for you," he smirked and rolled up the window that separated the driver's seat from the back of the limousine for more privacy. "Although your gift will become your punishment." He handed her the package wrapped in beautiful gift paper and waited for her reaction.
• "A gift for me?" she mentioned, trying to hide the excitement in her voice, especially after hearing what he had just said about it becoming a punishment for her. "I'll do whatever you want, but let's go somewhere else, maybe to that club you mentioned. But I don't need a bodyguard, let alone a chauffeur," she started to get a headache from all the changes. Everything was becoming so unreal for her that all she wanted from this man was for him to hold her in his arms and keep her that way until she woke up, but that wouldn't happen. He hadn't even kissed her yet, and she couldn't stop remembering the kiss they shared the day they first met.
• "I take care of you, remember?" he observed her for a moment, realizing how beautiful she was, a beauty that the young woman didn't seem to be aware of. He shook his head slightly and decided to indulge her, so he pressed a button that activated the microphone in the back. "Brigitte, take us to the club."
• "At your command, boss," came the voice from the speaker. Then Marius closed the communication again and pulled the young woman into his arms, making her sit on his lap. He was grateful that she was so compliant.
• "Although I told you I don't like being called Daddy, I do hope you behave like a sugar baby, and that means I want you to be affectionate, accommodating, and above all..." he trailed his lips along her neck until he reached her ear and whispered, "hot."
• She relaxed when she heard about the change of plans and direction. She was nervous, yes, she was, but also curious about what this man expected from her.
• "I don't know how to be hot," she replied, pressing herself against his body after sitting on his lap. At first, she thought his touch would be unbearable, but it wasn't. She actually craved it in a way she couldn't explain. It was as if her body wasn't connected to her mind in his presence and touch.
• Maybe those who said that it would depend on who touched you were right because if an ugly and fat man touched her, she was sure she would even feel like vomiting. But, on the other hand, Marius touched her, who, although older, was sensual and sexy, with a voice that made her want to keep listening. It must be his physical appearance, although she had been close to very handsome guys and never felt that desire to be touched.
• "Open your gift," Marius asked, pulling her out of her thoughts, while running one hand along the girl's thighs, resisting the urge to put his hand under her skirt. He would take it slow, not scare her, not yet. But he wanted to see her face when she discovered what was in the box - a beautiful pair of panties with a vibrating bullet inside, which would help test her sensitivity to stimulation.
• Noelia took the gift in her hands, noticing the panties. She knew what they were for; many of her friends had them. And although she had sworn never to let anyone use them on her, at that moment she didn't recognize herself, especially considering what came out of her mouth.
• "I love my gift, but I would love it even more if you were the one to put them on me," the young woman took advantage of the fact that there was another row of seats in front of them in the limousine and sat down, spreading her legs for him. "I wouldn't know how to put them on, and remember, I'm a virgin. I wouldn't want to lose my virginity just because I don't know how to wear my gift."
• "Exactly for that reason, so that you can be hot, I want you to discover the pleasure your body can give you," Marius said. He expected her to be embarrassed, expected her to lower her gaze and make everything much more difficult. But her reaction surprised him. He stood frozen as she sat in front of him, legs wide open, asking him to put them on. He couldn't remember a time in his life when he had stayed still while a woman opened her legs like that.
• He took a moment to breathe, to refocus, because what he really wanted was to fuck her and forget about everything else. He dropped to the floor of the limousine, between the girl's legs, to caress the inner part of her thighs, discovering that soft skin that he couldn't help but kiss. He intended to wet those panties she was wearing before taking them off, because he planned to keep them as a memento, as his trophy, the trophy of the virgin pussy that would be his at a very deserved and high price.
• "You naughty girl," he murmured against her skin, softly nibbling that area until he almost reached her groin, then running his tongue along the inner part of her other thigh.
• "I'm going to teach you many things," he assured her from there, and his gray eyes had darkened so much due to pleasure that they seemed like liquid mercury.
• He took out the vibrating bullet from the pocket of the other panties and placed it on the girl's clitoris, but through the fabric, while giving her kisses and licks to that sensitive area of her skin, awakening her, engraving each of her reactions in his memory.