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Fucked Raw by my School's Billionaire Owner

Fucked Raw by my School's Billionaire Owner

He laid me on the sheets, climbed over me, caged me with his arms. "Last chance to run," he said, voice low."I need the money," I whispered, feeling so tiny in his arms."You're soaking," he muttered. "Virgin or not, your pussy wants this."I moaned, looking away, couldn't help it,"Eyes on me, sweetheart," he pushed his tip in slowly."Fuck," he groaned. "So tight."He fucked me like he was claiming something. "Come for me," he whispered in my ears, moving faster."Damien," I cried out his name as I came."That's it," he growled. After a long minute he pulled out slowly. "One night," he said again, almost like a reminder....weeks later, I walked through the quiet hall of my school. A massive portrait stared back at me.Damien BlackwoodPrincipal Benefactor and OwnerColumbia University.Same man who'd just taken my virginity for money. My stomach dropped. "Oh fuck... what have I done?"
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Chapter 3

I woke up feeling tired, today was a weekend so I didn't have much to do. I had waited all night for Sofia's idea but she didn't text, I guess she hasn't come up with something yet. I looked at my face on my phone screen, my eyes were swollen from crying, I didn't mind, because some times this was normal to me. After freshening up, I was debating on going to the hospital to see Papa or study, when an incoming call interrupted my thought. The caller name read 'Sofia' a little smile formed on my lips, she had finally come up with an idea. I picked up the call. "Hey Sofia," I greeted. "How are you?" She asked concerned. "I'm fine," I lied. "Have you come up with an idea?" I asked hopeful. "Yeah, but I'm not sure you would like it, I'm on my way to your place," her voice was not cheerful, but I was still hopeful. "Okay, I'll be waiting," I ended the call. After what seemed like an hour, she knocked, I rushed to open the door. "Come in," I gestured her. "I knew you have been crying," she said as she sat down. I gave her a reassuring smile not to worry. "I'm not sure you're going to like the idea, but it's the fastest way to get the money," she paused expecting me to say something but I just listened instead. "There is a website where old men pay young girls to sleep with them for a night, just for a night and then you get paid," she emphasized but it was not about it being for a night. I stayed quiet for some time. "I'm a virgin," I said quietly. "Oh, I'm sorry for bringing up such an idea, I did not know," she panicked but I did not feel offended she was only trying to help. "It's fine, I know you mean no harm," I said trying to ease the tension she felt. "You sure it's just a one night thing?" I asked considering the idea. I kept my virginity for true love, but this was an emergency and who knows if I would ever meet my true love. "Yes, it's just a night, but you don't have to do it, we can think of another way," she said calmly. "There is no other fast way to get the money, except I want to do something worse than this," I exhaled. "So how do we...," I was too shy to complete it, but she understood what I meant. "We would create a profile for you and then wait," she said grabbing my phone. After the process was done, I uploaded the sexiest pic I had on my phone. "So that's all?" I said surprised. "That's just the easiest part," she said giving me a small smile. After a few hours a notification popped up on my phone, it was a message from the app, I gave the phone to Sofia to check it out, she understood the app more. "You have a client already," she said not to sure if it was a good news. "Okay," I replied not believing I could do this for a man who spent most of his time abusing me with harsh words. "He's in his sixties, are you sure you want to do this?" Sofia asked concerned. "What choice do I have?, It's just a night, I would be fine," I said reassuring her. We accepted the offer and the pay was exactly what I needed. "My driver would pick you up in the evening," Sofia read the message on my phone. That was fast, I didn't even have time to look good but I didn't care, it was just a one time thing. "I would leave you to get ready, if you change your mind before then, it's fine," she said hugging me. "Thank you," I appreciated her. I wore a simple black dress, it was just business, there was nothing special there. Once it was 8pm a black SUV was parked outside and I just knew it was his driver. I walked outside not minding the stares outside, I just knew I would collect a lot of insults when I come back, but I didn't care. The drive to the house wasn't more than an hour, I was shocked to see a beautiful mansion, but then again, it was a wealthy old man, was I meant to expect less. "Ma'am Mr Damien will be with you shortly, you can wait In the third room by your left," the driver directed me. "Thanks," I gave a slight nod. With the help of the driver's description I found the room, I sat on the couch close to the bed. My hands were shaking slightly but I held them firmly, not wanting to show any sign of weakness. After what felt like 30 minutes, a tall handsome man, black hair, brown eyes, great physique and perfect jawline entered the room. He looked to be in his late thirties, probably Mr Damien's son, I thought to myself. "I'm waiting for your father," I said shyly, even though I hated the fact I was shy. He chuckled slightly. "My father is long dead," My eyes widened in shock and surprise, what does he mean 'long dead'. "Darling you were waiting for me, My name is Damien," he introduced himself. He looked nothing like the profile picture, it was confusing. "You're not the one in the profile," I said confusingly. "Yeah, that's a fake picture, I prefer to keep my identity private, so young girls won't end up falling for me, it's just sex," he said nonchalantly with so much pride. I looked closely at him and I could have sworn I had seen him somewhere, but couldn't just place where. I brushed it off, might just be my mind playing with me. We stared at each other for close to five minutes, I didn't know what to do and I was not going to ask. "You would need to freshen up, but I would join you," he said pulling off his suit. "You don't have to," I replied quickly remembering I had to shave and would be too shy to look at him while doing that. "I wasn't seeking your permission," he said with so much pride. I kept reminding myself I needed the money and just have to tolerate his ego and pride for one night.

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