Virgin Delivery Girl - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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Time slipped through my fingers like sand, and before I knew it, Valentine's Day arrived.
That morning, Ethan surprised me with a Valentine's allowance—$520. No one had ever been so generous with me before. The most I'd ever gotten was a few bucks in high school group chats during Lunar New Year.
Five hundred and twenty dollars.
That was almost half my paycheck.
I was drowning in this dreamy life, ready—no, eager—to give myself to Ethan completely on this special night.
And he didn't disappoint. He lit over a hundred candles, arranging them into a glowing heart, stood in the center with a bouquet, and poured his heart out to me.
True love starts with flowers. I said yes.
Ethan swept me off my feet—literally. He carried me all the way back to his apartment, laughing as he ran, his muscles flexing beneath my touch. The faint musk of his sweat sent my pulse racing. I was really going to do this—give him everything.
The thought of surrendering to him made me dizzy with want. My body burned for him, heat pooling between my thighs.
I needed a man—especially one as gorgeous as Ethan.
When we reached the bedroom, he pulled out gift after gift from a cloth bag. My heart soared.
But then, from the very bottom, he produced a length of rope, stockings, and… other accessories.
A soft, almost tender look crossed his face, and I melted, nodding without hesitation.
The dim, flickering candlelight set the mood perfectly. He poured us drinks—something to enhance the experience, he said.
Two glasses in, my head spun, and my body burned hotter than ever.
We crashed together like wildfire, tangled in the sheets, lost in each other.
When he wanted more, I was already drifting, heavy with sleep.
Then came the blindfold. The ropes. My wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts.
And then—a stranger's voice.
"She's so wet. Come try her."
"Damn, that's huge—almost the size of your head!"
Rough laughter filled the room.
I tried to fight, but my limbs were lead. I whimpered Ethan's name.
"Baby, I'm right here. Don't worry, you're mine."
The second time, pain ripped through me. Blood stained the sheets.
Then—nothing.
I woke at noon the next day.
"Morning, sweetheart."
Ethan sat beside the bed, watching me with quiet concern.
He said I couldn't hold my liquor—passed out cold after two drinks.
I asked if anyone else had been there.
He laughed. "Silly girl, it was just us. You must've had a nightmare."
The fresh sheets, the spotless room—maybe it had been a dream.
I curled into him, tracing the hard lines of his abs, desire flickering back to life.
"Ethan, I want—"
My flushed cheeks said the rest.
But he just smirked. "I've got somewhere better to take you."
I climbed into his car, smug in the passenger seat.
Then he drove us to an empty field—and stopped.
That morning, Ethan surprised me with a Valentine's allowance—$520. No one had ever been so generous with me before. The most I'd ever gotten was a few bucks in high school group chats during Lunar New Year.
Five hundred and twenty dollars.
That was almost half my paycheck.
I was drowning in this dreamy life, ready—no, eager—to give myself to Ethan completely on this special night.
And he didn't disappoint. He lit over a hundred candles, arranging them into a glowing heart, stood in the center with a bouquet, and poured his heart out to me.
True love starts with flowers. I said yes.
Ethan swept me off my feet—literally. He carried me all the way back to his apartment, laughing as he ran, his muscles flexing beneath my touch. The faint musk of his sweat sent my pulse racing. I was really going to do this—give him everything.
The thought of surrendering to him made me dizzy with want. My body burned for him, heat pooling between my thighs.
I needed a man—especially one as gorgeous as Ethan.
When we reached the bedroom, he pulled out gift after gift from a cloth bag. My heart soared.
But then, from the very bottom, he produced a length of rope, stockings, and… other accessories.
A soft, almost tender look crossed his face, and I melted, nodding without hesitation.
The dim, flickering candlelight set the mood perfectly. He poured us drinks—something to enhance the experience, he said.
Two glasses in, my head spun, and my body burned hotter than ever.
We crashed together like wildfire, tangled in the sheets, lost in each other.
When he wanted more, I was already drifting, heavy with sleep.
Then came the blindfold. The ropes. My wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts.
And then—a stranger's voice.
"She's so wet. Come try her."
"Damn, that's huge—almost the size of your head!"
Rough laughter filled the room.
I tried to fight, but my limbs were lead. I whimpered Ethan's name.
"Baby, I'm right here. Don't worry, you're mine."
The second time, pain ripped through me. Blood stained the sheets.
Then—nothing.
I woke at noon the next day.
"Morning, sweetheart."
Ethan sat beside the bed, watching me with quiet concern.
He said I couldn't hold my liquor—passed out cold after two drinks.
I asked if anyone else had been there.
He laughed. "Silly girl, it was just us. You must've had a nightmare."
The fresh sheets, the spotless room—maybe it had been a dream.
I curled into him, tracing the hard lines of his abs, desire flickering back to life.
"Ethan, I want—"
My flushed cheeks said the rest.
But he just smirked. "I've got somewhere better to take you."
I climbed into his car, smug in the passenger seat.
Then he drove us to an empty field—and stopped.
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