Albert's POV
I leaned back in my leather chair opening file on my desk: Miranda Hayes twenty yeas old orphaned six months ago, the photo clipped to the page made my cock twitched at the thought of her.
Carla's deal had been straightforward: a million to clear her debts, and Miranda was mine. No strings no limits, I closed the file, adjusting my hardening dick through my slacks, time to check on my new guest.
I grabbed the dinner tray I'd prepared simple, nothing to scare her off yet and headed upstairs. The mansion was quiet as I paused outside her door hearing muffled sobs, that was a good place to start.
Pushing the door open I found Miranda curled on the bed knees to her chest with tears streaking her face. Her eyes snapped to me wide with fear but I set the tray on the nightstand keeping my movements calm.
"Dinner," I said gently. "You didn't touch what I brought earlier try and eat something."
She sat up wiping her cheeks. "I told you I don't want your food, I want to go out."
I smirked sitting on the edge of the bed close enough to feel her. "Out to where? Back to Carla's dump? Or the streets? You're smarter than that Miranda."
Her jaw tightened. "You can't keep me here this is illegal."
"Is it?" I leaned closer, "Your aunt signed you over so no one's looking for you," I said to her but she looked away, "I'm not a monster Miranda, just play by my rules and you'll live like a queen of luxury in pleasure, anything you want."
Her eyes narrowed. "Your rules?" She scoffed, "what! I'm your slave now?"
"Not a slave." I reached out brushing a lock of hair from her face and she pushes my hand but I didn't pull away. "You're my new partner, obey me and I'll show you things you've never dreamed of."
She hugged her knees tighter. "I'm not some toy you can play with."
"Oh, but you will be," I murmured, my thumb grazing her jaw as I felt her soft skin, warm, and fuck I wanted to taste it. "You'll beg for it eventually."
She jerked back glaring. "In your dream!"
I chuckled standing. "We'll see, but eat first because you'll need your strength."
I stepped out to let her stew, giving her space to process then an hour later I returned with a fresh tray of wine, steak, some chocolate for dessert. She was still on the bed as the first tray was untouched. Guess this lady here is stubborn and I like that.
"Alright, enough sulking!" I said, setting the new tray down. "Join me, you can't continue starving yourself."
She glared but slid to the table eyeing the food warily. "What's the catch? Poison?"
I laughed pouring her wine. "If I wanted you dead I wouldn't waste my money buying you, so let's talk."
She hesitated then sat upright picking at the steak. "Talk about what? How you bought me like a car?"
I leaned back sipping my wine. "No, it's about me or do you know who I am?"
She shrugged chewing slowly. "Some rich guy and Carla said you were a porn star."
"Was," I corrected, watching her reaction. "Made my first million at twenty-two fucking on camera and built my tech empire after. Now I'm worth billions not bad for a guy who started with nothing."
Her fork paused. "Why tell me this?"
"To show you I'm not just some creep, I've worked for everything I have right now including you." I leaned towards her. "You're not a prisoner Miranda, you're an opportunity."
She snorted. "Opportunity? To be your sex doll?"
"To learn," I said, holding her gaze. "To feel things you've never felt because you're a virgin, aren't you?"
Her cheeks flushed and she looked away. "That's none of your business!"
"It is now." I stood, moving to her side of the table. "I can teach you pleasure you can't imagine."
She pushed her chair back standing. "Stay away from me!"
But her voice wavered and her eyes flicked to my lips as I stepped closer, close enough to feel her breath. "You're curious, I can see it."
I reached for her, my hand sliding to her waist and she froze as her breasts heaving under the thin shirt with nipples barely visible. Fuck, I wanted to rip it off and suck those tits until she moaned but I have to slow down because she's new and untouched.
"Don't," she whispered but her body leaned into me, just a fraction.
I lifted her chin up, my lips hovering over hers. "One kiss, just one."
Her eyes fluttere with panic as I closed the gap between us and my mouth brushing hers, soft at first my tongue teased her lips tasting salt from her tears as my hand slid down cupping her ass pulling her against my hardening cock straining against my pants.
She gasped pulling back with her widened eyes. "Stop! I can't do this."
But her hands held on my chest trembling with her thighs pressed together, guess it's betraying her. I smirked stepping back. "You will soon."
Her breath hitched when she sank onto the bed. I wanted to push her down spread her legs see that virgin pussy glistening for me. But not yet, let her burn for it.
I turned to leave pausing at the door. "Sleep well Miranda, let's see maybe you will resist me tomorrow."