Sold to the Prince of Dubai

Chapter 7 : Desired Dreams

Rashid

The sound of her voice made my balls clench with the desire to please her. Never had a woman made me so eager to f**k her just by the sound of her voice, but this woman. She was driving me over the edge and she didn’t even know it.

Pushing my chair away from my desk, I leaned back into it imagining seeing her in person. The way her hair would probably cascade over her shoulders. How it would look wrapped within my fist as her back arched and her tight c*nt clenched around my c**k as I ravaged her.

“Best f*cking purchase ever…” I muttered to myself with a slick smile on my face.

I’d sent Zayed away once I’d gotten Lyla to agree to a phone call. Not that I cared if he overheard, but I had a feeling if he did, he would’ve balked at my negotiations.

Shaking my head, I sat back up, clicking out of the chat log and back to Lyla’s profile where the countdown for the last hour remained. I was still the only bid on the page, which was a good thing. I didn’t need this girl squeezing more money out of me than she already had.

Not that I really minded paying her. It was going to be worth it.

Was it stupid to pay her a million dollars to sleep with her just because she was a virgin? Absolutely. I wasn’t even considering how much it would cost in order to fly her over here and house her while she got settled in. Plus, if she didn’t have a visa, I’d need to get one of those for her too.

I rolled my eyes at myself. Clearly, my c**k had been thinking about the entire conversation and not my actual brain. Something had happened to me the moment I heard her voice come through the speakers of my computer. I’d stared at the screen while she’d spoken, her soft voice matching those doe-like eyes in her photo.

I wanted her. So much so, that I was willing to blow a million and more in order to get her over here and under me. I needed her soft voice to grow hoarse from screaming my name. I wanted to watch those beautiful big blue eyes roll back into her head as she came over and over again while strapped to my bed frame.

The raw, unfiltered want in me caused me to act impulsively—a trait entirely out of character for someone in line for the throne. I prided myself on being calculating and level-headed. Sure, I could be cocky, but I was a goddamn prince.

Pushing back from my chair, I stood and shut off my computer. Once the money cleared in her account, then our contract would start, and that’s where my fun would begin.

As I headed out of my office and into the living area, a thought occurred to me suddenly, forcing me to stop in my tracks.

As much as I didn’t want to think about my family, there were going to be issues with them when she arrived. A thought that hadn’t occurred in my mind when I acted impulsively.

“f**k—” I groaned, running a hand over my face before pinching the bridge of my nose.

My family was a pain in my ass at times, but there was no going back from what I did now. They would simply have to learn that as the prince, I was going to do what I wanted.

“f**k it. I’m already going to hell as it is.”

***

Lyla

Large hands caressed all over my body.

I couldn’t help but arch into them, wanting them to touch me harder and with more force than what I was given. The fingertips brush along my arms and my legs, the sensations barely there and enough to drive me crazy.

Opening my mouth, I let out a soft whine in protest.

The owner of the hands chuckled at me. His dark voice sounded like honey and silk sheets. I want to dip myself into it and roll around until I was covered. Something about it made me feel absolutely feral.

Opening my mouth, I prepared to tell him as much, but instead, I was silenced when a finger descended over my lips to hush me. Another hand came up to grasp my jaw, a light squeeze causing my lips to part forcefully.

The demand of him caused heat to pool between my thighs as something thick slid into my mouth.

“Good girl,” the voice told me, as a hand ran through my hair. “Now close your mouth.”

I moaned and did as I was told. My lips come down around the head of a c**k, my tongue running along the underside to taste the smooth skin there.

I’ve never given anyone a blowjob before.

But I wasn’t complaining. The thought of pleasing him turned me on even more.

The hand in my hair tightened at the base of my skull, holding me in place. The c**k in my mouth moved, thrusting between my lips, and rubbing against the inside of my cheek. Breathing through my nose, I let my tongue go wild, licking along the hard length.

The more my mouth moved, the more the heat pooled between my legs, causing me to press my thighs together in order to create some sort of friction. I wanted to rub my hand over that sensitive spot instead, but my arms were tied behind my back.

The c**k in my mouth changed direction, moving away from the inside of my cheek and forcing its way down my throat. My eyes teared in pain, but determination kept me going. My throat tightened around it, squeezing it hard enough that the fist in my hair tightened painfully.

“Oh… you like that, don’t you?”

Before I could look up and tell him yes, my body jerked, and I woke up in my bed.

My eyes flew open, blinking a few times to stare at the dinghy ceiling of my dorm room. What the hell kind of dream was that? I’ve never had a s*x dream about giving some guy a blowjob before. But it wasn’t some guy, was it?

Sitting up slowly, I threw the covers off myself.

The voice I’d been hearing in my dream was suspiciously similar to the man who had bid for my virginity. Of course, I’d been curious about the man, but I didn’t think I would get turned on just by the sound of his voice.

Flopping back down on my mattress, I pressed my thighs together.

A small gasp escaped me.

I was so wet down there.

Biting my lip, I tried to reason touching myself to the sexy voice I’d heard over the phone, but part of myself—the logical side—thought that was going a little far. I hadn’t even seen this man’s face, and I was already having dirty dreams about him.

Didn’t that say something about me? God, I was turning into a harlot.

Gripping the sheets by my hips, I forced myself to focus on anything else but what was going on between my legs.

I suppose it wouldn’t be a… terrible idea to get my problem over and done with. I didn’t even have to think about the man over the phone, or about how he’d just bought my virginity.

Would he be gentle with me?

Groaning, I rolled over onto my side, tucking my legs up to my chest.

I didn’t want to think about that right now. Especially when the obvious answer was probably going to be no. Anyone who bought someone’s virginity off the internet was bound to be some weird sick perv, right?

The only thing I hoped for out of this was it wasn’t some weird scam. This was indeed legit, and I would soon be able to get back to my normal life and not have to worry about paying for my school. If this turned out to be a scam and I wasted precious time… I was going to be so pissed.

But first…

Sneaking a hand between my legs and in my panties, I pressed the heel of my palm against my core. Immediately, desire clouded my vision.

Rolling onto my back, I pulled my panties over, slipping my finger along my outer lips in order to tease myself.

Would he touch me here? Like this?

The thought made me moan out loud. Something I wasn’t used to doing.

Lifting my legs, I quickly kicked off my panties, tossing them somewhere on the floor before spreading my thighs, ready to cure the ache that sat between them. My free hand snuck up my shirt to run over my belly, tickling my sensitive skin.

I remembered those hands in my dream. The smooth skin had slight calluses over the fingertips. I wanted them to touch every part of my body and imprint designs into it that bruised me later on.

With that thought, I sunk a finger into my hole and thrusted in and out, back and forth, until my breath heaved with the desire I was creating.

A desire that felt so f*****g amazing.

Reaching up, my other hand grasped at my perk breast. The erect buds begged for attention as I began to roll them between my fingers. A slight cry and the pain I created caused me to buck my hips a little faster as I went knuckle deep, curling the digit against my wall before pulling it out again.

I had to be careful, preserving my virginity for this man as I pleased myself at this moment.

It had been such a long time since I had pleased myself. I never wanted there to be a chance of someone hearing me doing this, it felt too weird. But here in my dorm room, I could do anything.

And I was.

Sliding my finger from my core, I moved them to my sensitive clit, rubbing slow circles that caused my eyes to roll back as I made my hand move faster and faster. Yes, I wanted to be teased, but right now I needed more. I wanted it rough. I wanted it to hurt.

Something about his voice let me know he was going to make sure that happened.

I wanted that c**k in my mouth; the same one I’d dreamed of. I wanted to suck it down my throat while I fingered myself. Maybe he’d even f**k my mouth while I did it.

The image in my mind was more than I could handle, and bucking my hips against my hand, I felt the damn break as a cry ripped from my throat, stars dancing before my eyes. A euphoric eye that was more than anything I had ever had, and I hadn’t even been with a man yet.

My high doesn’t last long, unfortunately—it rarely ever does—and I come down from it within a few seconds as I let out a soft breath, and again, opened my eyes to stare at the ceiling.

As much as I would have liked to reminisce about a wonderful orgasm before class, I had to get ready before I was late. Sitting up on my bed, I cleaned my hand off on some tissue before climbing to my feet, my arms stretching out over my head as I tried to not dwell on the fact that I had just touched myself to some stranger's voice.

It wasn’t my fault he sounded so attractive, though. Plus, my dream started it.

Shaking my head, I grabbed my phone off my desk. The first thing I noticed was a notification from my bank. The second thing I noticed was I had a voicemail from them too.

That was odd.

I frowned. Had that guy tried to steal my account information after all? It couldn’t be possible. I hadn’t given him any information.

I quickly pulled up the voicemail to listen to it.

“Hi, Lyla. This is City Bank calling to verify some information for a wire transfer. If you can give us a call back, that would be great.”

I pulled the phone back and stared at the screen for a moment. Wire transfer?

Tapping my screen, I put the speaker up to my ear. It rang a few times before a bank teller picked up.

“Hi, this is Lyla Arden. I got a call about a wire transfer…?”

“Oh! Yes, Miss Arden. Thank you for calling back. We just need you to verify the information, and we’ll get that wire transfer put through for you.”

“Uh… sure.”

“All right, perfect. So this wire transfer is coming from Dubai, correct?”

I blinked a few times. Dubai? Jess said the geo-tag was in the UAE.

“Uh, yup.”

“Okay, great. And the money being received is for one million and fourteen thousand?”

I forced myself not to laugh incredulously. Oh, my God, he actually did it. He actually paid me the one million. He was insane!

“Miss Arden?”

“Sorry. Yes, that’s correct.”

“All right. I’m going to be emailing you a confirmation number as well as the document in order for you to file for your taxes. I want to note the sender has requested a portion of the funds be on hold. $10,000 has been cleared and is ready to use. The remaining amount will remain in pending status until the sender approves services have been rendered.”

 I cleared my throat. “Great, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I barely registered any of the words she said. He actually did it. That crazy son of a b***h.

Hanging up the call before saying a proper goodbye, I sat in silence, letting my mind wander over what she had said. My hands were shaking from the adrenaline pumping through my veins, as I looked down at my phone, wondering if this was all real.

Tapping on my phone screen again, I brought up my bank account and logged in. A pending wire transfer for one million dollars was at the top of my account, with $10,000 in black, ready to spend.

I laughed out loud.

“Oh, my God!”

While in my wild stupor, I vaguely realized ten grand wasn’t enough to pay my financial aid fees. Meaning I’d have to follow through if I want to get enough money to pay them. But right now, just seeing the money pending in my account was enough to keep my head in the clouds.

Just as I was about to throw my phone across the room in excitement, a notification came across my screen from the website. I’d downloaded the app last night right before I’d left my friends, not wanting them to look at the conversation me and my bidder had been having.

I was too embarrassed to admit to them I was going along with this insane plan. I didn’t want them to think differently of me if I did.

So I’d downloaded the app, deleted the history off Sven’s computer, and gone back to my dorm for the night to wait it out.

My finger hovered over the notification. I could only guess who it was from, judging by the current wire transfer in my account.

He’d most likely gotten the news I had accepted it.

Before I chickened out, I clicked on the notification. It pulled up the app and immediately went to my inbox, where a message waited unread from my bidder.

It read: ‘Call me. We need to set up details in getting you over here.’

I sat back down on my bed slowly.

Was I really going to go to Dubai?

“s**t, no going back now.” I groaned as I typed out my phone number and sent it to him. He had followed through with his end of things, so now it was time for me to do the same.

The s**t I would do to secure my future.