The CEO's taboo girl

Chapter 3

Warning: This episode will contain taboo and explicit scenes between a 16-year-old and a grown man. This is not based on anything except fiction. If you don't want to read this chapter, feel free to scroll. You have been warned.

I spend the next month alone on the street. Some people are kind and give money or a bite to eat, but the ones who say loudly that we're just a bunch of brats playing dress up because daddy didn't give us money? The comments hurt. It shows how some people treat those that are homeless. Not everyone comes from a loving home or has a rich father who can buy them a Tesla.

I sit on my cardboard, a cup in front of me with a couple of dollar bills in it and my hands under my armpits. I counted my money a few minutes ago: three dollars and 25cents. I can get one cup of noodles, but that won't be much, especially when I haven't eaten since yesterday morning.

I see a pair of expensive shoes stopping in front of my cup, and I look up. The man standing there takes my breath away. He has a dark blue suit that frames his shoulders perfectly. His eyes are practically the same color as his suit, and his face looks like it was carved in stone, made to perfection. His eyes are looking at me, and he crouches down to my level, so I don't have to look up so much and strain my neck. "What is a beautiful young woman like yourself doing on the streets?" His voice is deep and seductive, making my body respond in ways I've only heard about, but never experienced. "Ran away when I was 14. My mother is an alcoholic, so I was done being the one who received her anger when I didn't mix her drinks right." His jaw clench as I make my confession, and I feel a little unease when his fists tighten slightly before he composes himself. "That should never be a child's responsibility. When did you eat last?" His voice is so soft, deep and melodic, I feel like I want to follow him anywhere if he just asks. My stomach growls loud, and I blush, making him move a hand up to push a strand of hair out of my eyes. "Yesterday morning. I had a chicken sandwich... or, half of one." I decide to keep it as honest as possible, feeling this might be more than just a stranger talking with me. "Yesterday... Come with me. I'll buy you a proper meal, and then I'm taking you home to my house so you can shower and get a good night's sleep before we think about the rest." It's not a request, it's a command, and his voice leaves no room for argument. He give me his hand, and I take it, still a little hesitant. He brings me to a café, and I get to order what I want to, and I decide on pancakes and milkshake. Something I haven't had in years.

I finish eating, and he pays before taking me to a car. I get in and buckle up, and he slides in next to me. His eyes roam over my body, and I notice how his eyes linger on my big chest, making my body throb with a want I've never felt. One of his hands comes to rest on my thigh as he sits closer to me, his thumb drawing lazy circles, making wetness pool between my legs. I don't say anything, actually enjoying the attention. When the car stops, we get out of the car. My face is flushed, and I am so wet between my legs it feels like someone opened a faucet.

We stand in a large, bright garage, and he places a hand on the small of my back and gently push me forward to a door leading into a huge living room with floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out on a huge forest, and it makes me realize how isolated we are. The stranger close the door behind me, and somehow it feels like my doom when he locks the door and the sound almost makes it feel so... final. "Come. I'll show you to the bathroom." His hand never leave my back, and he quickly moves through the house, up a grand staircase and into a huge bedroom with a humongous bed in the middle. He push me towards another door, and when I'm in, he push me in, leaned close to me and turn the water on. Steam soon fills the room, and the stranger starts to undress me. First my dirty hoodie, then my top, leaving me in just my bra. He unbuttons my jeans and push them down with my underwear, making me regret shaving two days ago when I had access to it. I step out of my jeans, and he moves one hand behind my back to unclasp my bra. I blush as I stand naked in front of the hot stranger who makes my body want things I've never felt before. "Beautiful," he murmurs and nudges me towards the shower.

I get in, and sigh when the warm water starts to caress my body. I feel a cold gush of air as the shower door opens, but I'm so lost in the warm water that I don't open my eyes. I feel his hands on my hips before he gently pulls me towards him. I open my eyes, and he grab a bottle of shower gel smelling like apples. He pour a good amount in his hand before turning me around and start washing me. One hand wrap around my chest as the other massages the soap into my skin, back first, and then the front. Over both t**s, spending extra time on my n*****s, making them hard, and then down my stomach, making my breath catch. The free hand pulls me closer, and his soaped hand move between my legs and begin massaging the soap in, spending a lot of attention on my c**t, making me moan and grow wetter in need. He holds me still, lost in my sounds and continue rubbing harder and faster until my legs buckle and I cry out as I'm being pushed over the edge, thrashing under his grip, and I feel his smile on my neck. "So responsive, and so pure. I'm going to enjoy making your tight body mine."