The next day Ellie discovered her sly Ewing skills and slipped around until she found the address of the property Tom had leased. By nightfall she stood outside the mansion wearing a simple sundress and cowgirl boots, fingers clenched by her sides as if mustering the courage to press the security button. She was willing to do anything for her brother even conspire with a crime lord.

"Who are you?" A burly guard asked with a raunchy grin after opening the gate. He had to look down at the short woman, she was petite and appeared to be college age.

"My name is Ellie Ewing and I am here to visit Mr. Hiddleston."

"He is not expecting you."

"No, but he will want to see me." She said, batting her sultry dark eyes. Wasn't this how they did it in the movies? She wasn't sure. She hadn't had much experience with men. Her father and brother had made sure of that.

"I bet he does…" The man said with a perverse tone, stepping aside to allow her access.

She had not known real fear until she strolled inside. Armed men lined the front of the house. Vicious looking dogs strolled the yard. Cameras and motion sensors hung on every tree. It was like something out of a mobster movie. She swallowed hard. Just what had she gotten herself into?

A muscular man with a crew cut opened the door, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"I need to speak with Mr. Hiddleston, please."

"He already has a bitch for tonight."

The guard from the gate came up behind her. "Come on Borius, let her in. She is not one of those."

"What is your name?" He asked rolling his eyes. Every woman was one of those when it came to Tom.

"Ellie Ewing."

"Wait here." He ordered.

Ellie could hear his deep voice over the music from within "Sir, there is an Ellie Ewing here to see you" but could not hear Tom's reply. A few seconds later, the man returned and opened the door for her.

Upon entering Ellie had to pause. The smell of cigarette smoke mixed with something else that was probably weed overcome her delicate senses. Covering her mouth with her hands, she wheezed.

"Come on!" The bodyguard growled, urging her to move on.

He led her to a regally decorated room with dimmed red lights like something out of a porn flick. Ex-soldier-looking bodyguards sat in small groups drinking and laughing rowdy as strippers danced about them. Some men played pool in the corner. Tom reclined on a chaise, a golden rim wine glass in his right hand, a busty topless dancer squatting at his feet, straddling a beer bottle, hips rolling in a lewd dance.

"What a surprise, Ellie Ewing." He gloated, his voice reflecting his alcohol content.

Ellie opened her mouth to reply, but froze when her eyes landed on a naked woman bent on all fours gobbling a man's cock in the back of the room. Casting her eyes down quickly, her cheeks scarlet, she muttered. "I did not know you were entertaining. I will come back."

His men cocked their heads with surprise when Tom leaped to his feet and extended his hand. "I have time for you, Ellie. Lets go someplace more to your taste."

She appeared reluctant to follow him, like a cornered fawn and he the hungry predator. She could smell the alcohol reeking from him. His eyes were glossy. She knew she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Her family thought she was at the movie theater. If something happened to her, no one would know where to look for her.

"You have been drinking. This can wait until you are sober." She reasoned. She wanted to flee, to run like hell.

"Sweetheart, the British are always drinking, but never intoxicated."

Flashing her a charming smile, he took her by the arm and led her away from the racy atmosphere to a cozy room with an antique desk and a huge bed roasting in front of an artificial fire born of electric logs that did not cast off heat.

He poured her a glass of sherry, but she rejected it. "No thanks. I am not much of a drinker. I come here on business."

The tall man smirked and downed the drink. Wearing an amused expression, he propped his back against the wall, hands in his pockets, and said. "Enlighten me."

"You had a deal with my brother and you broke it." She stated, trying to control her quivering voice. Now was not the time to reveal fear. Men like Tom got off on a woman's fright.

"I never signed a contract."

She perched her hands on her curvy hips and shot back, "Not in writing, but verbally and down here that means something."

"Cultural differences. John Ross pitched a good deal, but after careful consideration I decided it was not enough and elected to decline his offer."

Ellie tossed a folder on his desk that she had been clutching. "Well, I am here to make you a better offer. Double interest and payment in full within the year instead of five." Please God, she mentally prayed, let him take the bait.

Tom laughed sarcastically, lacking the inclination to even glance at the papers. "You do not have the authority to represent Ewing Industries and even if you did, you lack the literacy to administer it."

"You do not know anything about me!" She snapped back, her fear evolving into anger.

"I know your father, J.R Ewing, was a conniving wealthy scoundrel with friends in high places and scum eating from his pockets. I know your mother was a drunk driven by her cheating husband. And I know your brother is following in his father's footsteps, I mean daddy's, isn't that how you say it down here, daddy's footsteps. Oh and your cousin Christopher and Uncle Bobby are the only Ewing men with souls."

"I said you do not know anything about me. I did not mention my family."

"You, the youngest member of the Ewing family. Hmm, let me see. You were home-schooled and neglected to attend college to work cattle. You grew up sheltered from your family's true demeanor and shady dealings, and oh yes, you were spoiled rotten by everyone blessed to be in your presence, except unlike your brother, power and money doesn't mean anything to you."

She glanced away. Everything was falling to pieces. This brute had no intention of dealing with her family. He was making a fool of her.

"Would you like me to be more intimate?"

She cocked her eyebrows as he continued. "You sit home Saturday nights and attend church every Sunday because your father, and now your brother since your father's death, would kill any man who tried to date you. You are as naive as you are unfucked."

Flabbergasted, spouting off childishly and without thinking. "That is because we southern genteel ladies wait until marriage before giving ourselves! We have morals and self-respect, something you know nothing about!" How dare he ridicule her for being a modest woman and how in the hell did he learn all of this?

Now he chuckled mockingly. "Tell that to those southern wenches on their knees gobbling my men's dicks."

"I said ladies! Those women are whores just like the majority of your women back home."

"Yes, well England has their share of slappers, but don't categorize all of them. Now let's get back to business. You have come here to trick me into funding the arctic leases."

"Not trick! Convince." She stomped her foot like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

"Well the by all means convince me Ellie to change my mind. Business works like this; we have to make an exchange. You have to grant me something I desire for something you want. A mutual compromise."

"I am not an imbecile! I know how these dealings work! And I did offer you something in exchange! I promised that we would pay the debt with double interest within the year."

"Your brother offered triple interest, darling, and when I refused he offered quadruple."

"Quadruple?" She pouted. She had been overconfident. She had no idea what she was doing. Her father would be so ashamed of her if he were alive right now. No one ever declined J.R Ewing.

Smiling as if initiating a wicked game, he said. "Your brother failed where you have a chance at succeeding. You have something I want that he doesn't."

"What is that?" She asked innocently. What more did this man want? Her soul?

Now he laughed. Damn, she was so naive it was attractive. "Think about it. What do you have that John Ross does not?"

"Surely you do not mean…" Her voice trailed off, dropping her jaw in disbelief.

"That is exactly what I mean." He was enjoying this. She looked so beautifully distraught. He laughed on the inside. She had come here to manipulate him, but would leave manipulated. The little vixen had ignored him at the BBQ, rebuffed his advances, and now that she wanted something, she thought he would fall to his knees just like everyone in her sheltered little life had probably done.

Mortification filled her wide eyes, her voice a screech. "You jest?" Unintentionally she started shaking her head.

"No, I never joke about sex." Cocksure of himself.

Tom grinned watching her visibly shake. He had probably just rendered her the shock of her life. "Your brother said he doesn't mix business with pleasure. I do."

"You are out of your mind!"

"What is the big deal? It is just a simple fuck. It is not as if I am asking for your hand in marriage."

"But why? Why would you think of such a thing?"

"Because I want you." He said flatly, honestly. He did want her. He had wanted to sample her since he first laid eyes on her at the BBQ. The memory of her short shorts and how she strutted that little firm ass in front of him shot a thrill out the head of his cock.

"You do not want me! You want to abase me, humiliate me for scorning you at the ranch!"

She was a smart girl. She was partially right. Inside he was seething that she had rejected him, but that was not the only reason he desired her. She was compelling, intoxicating, something rare and different. He snickered perversely. "I want to feel you writhe beneath my body. Do this and I will give you what you want. I will hand you the cash in hand tonight."

"You want me to whore for you?" She asked again hoping all of this was really some crude British humor.

"Look at it from a business perspective."

"You are sick! Disgusting!"

"And you hold your brother's life in your hand." He snared her in. He knew all about the Ewings and the Mexican Drug Cartel. In the crime world, everyone knew everyone's dirty little secrets.

The words choked in the throat. She paused, glaring at him. "How do you know about that?"

"Do you not even know who I am?" Surely her family had warned of him. No one could be this gullible.

"I don't make it a habit of keeping tabs on crime lords!"

He was finished debating with her. He had never had to try so hard to convince a woman to spread her legs. "I do not have all night. Do you want the money or not?"

She glanced away, wanting to scream go to hell at him, but she knew the consequence of what her reckless actions would bring. The drug cartel would murder her brother. Reality setting in, she lifted her head and replied in a strong voice. "Yes, please."

"Then be a big girl and take off your clothes."

Her eyes spouting venom, she bent and cast off her boots, flinging them into the wall. Closing her eyes, she jerked her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. This was a business deal, not pleasure and she sure didn't have to like it.

"Everything." He muttered, his eyes scrolling up and down her flawless flesh. He purred admiring how dark her skin was.

She inhaled a deep breath as if mustering courage and begun to unfasten her bra. Tom's eyes gleamed as he watched her. He ran his tongue over his beautiful lips, wetting them sensually, eagerly anticipating what was to come. She glanced up, her eyes settling on the swelling bulge of his groin. She sucked in a breath, panic wavering through her. She was really about to gift her virginity to this heartless bastard. She could not think about that now. She forced her mind to go blank enabling to get through this. She could mourn tomorrow.

Bashfully, her plump lips in a pout, she dropped her bra, breast spilling forth. Unable to look at him, unable to breathe, she peeled her thong down only to have him collect it from her hand.

"A souvenir." He said huskily and when she refused to lift her head to meet his gaze, he gently grasped her chin and forced her to peer at him. "Now sit up on the desk."

Cheeks flaming, shame-washed, she hopped up on the desk using her lengthy hair to conceal her breast and trying to curve her legs to hide her privates.

"That is not going to work. Spread your legs."

For a second she captured his cocky gaze, her eyes flaunting insolence. She felt like slapping the smug smile off his face. Her love for her family claiming her pride, she slowly parted her knees. At least he was a stunning man and did not repulse her.

"I've always heard southern women were good at obeying men." He patronized, feathering his fingers up her thigh, pleased to find her hairless. He had not expected a virgin to wax.

Breathing heavy, her tiny voice faint, she asked, "Why are doing this to me when you have all those big breasted girls downstairs who are so desperate to be with you?"

Tom suddenly stopped, his tone changing from dominating to tenderness. What the hell was wrong with this woman? Did she really not know how intoxicating she was? "Ellie, your breast are perfect. You are perfect. Those women down there do nothing for me."

Ellie shook her head. She was not blind. She knew what she looked like compared to those vivacious women.

He tenderly caressed her breast, encircling his thumb around her nipple to harden it. "I like small-boned women and petite firm breast. I don't like to suck on globs of mushy fat. This is what I like" he said now tantalizing her nipple vigorously "you are what I desire." "and this" he said now drawing up her thigh, blushing her cunt. "This tight little pussy is what I want."

Radiating with bashful modest, she lowered her gaze, nervous but also flattered.

"What?" He asked inhaling her sweet scent. She smelled of vanilla, a befitting flavor for such a woman.

"Men don't talk like down here in front of ladies."

"Like what?"

"They don't use vulgar terms like the P word!"

"Oh baby, there is nothing vulgar about pussy, especially a pussy this fucking little."

"You do not know for sure." Her voice meek. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest wall and knew that he could feel it too. She was terrified and he was cool like he had done this a hundred times before. He probably had.

Now he chuckled softly. "I knew the moment I gazed into your eyes. Remember how I looked at you? It was clear as the sun beaming its bright rays into my eyes that your body was unused, untouched, but oh so ripe."

"How did you know?"

"Innocence shimmered in your pretty eyes. Your body boasted of untouched, pristine beauty. It is like an invisible halo hovering above your head. Virginal women are a rare delicacy, especially virgins as exquisite as you. You are worth every cent of the arctic lease and then some."

She sucked in her bottom lip, the simple gesture bewitching him beyond control. The time for talking was over. No longer able to resist, he captured Ellie by the back of her jaw turning her to accept his mouth. Devouring her mouth, ravishing her tongue, he parted her folds, inserting his finger gently, finding her warm and velvety.

"Taut and tight just like I knew you be." He cooed, breaking the kiss, thrusting his finger in and out of her.

"Because I was waiting for marriage." She whispered against his silky lips, inhaling a mixture of soap and alcohol.

"No because of your possessive brother. I have heard the rumors. He threatens any man who looks at you. None brave enough to face him, until now." His thrusting suddenly grew aggressive causing her to wince. "I do not fear your backwoods brother." He snarled echoing possessiveness, gritting his teeth as if she were a spoil of war.

"Do not talk like that about my brother! You have no right."

Snickering at her quick defense of her brother, Tom forced in a second finger, trying to widen her narrow passage. She was smaller than he had imagined and the last thing he wanted was to rip her.

She squirmed against the aching invasion causing him to trail up to her clit, manipulating her to grow wet and slippery. "I will talk how I please and I will take what I want and right now, I want you." It was time she learned first hand what kind of a man he was.

Dropping his pants, he withdrew his engorged cock. She turned her head, afraid to look down. He grinned, amused by her timid behavior. Stroking, he pressed it to her entrance, saturating the head with her moisture.

Placing her hands against his chest, she whimpered softly, "You have to wear protection."

"No, not with you. I haven't had a virgin in 15 years and I want to enjoy it raw." He growled pressing deeper, his thriving dick warming her intimate flesh.

"I don't want to get sick."

"I do not have any disease. I always use condoms." He ensured her, wedging the board head of his shaft into her clenched threshold.

She yelped, unintentionally squirming away. No longer worried about an STD, her focus on the enormous cock assaulting her.

"Do not run from me!" He snarled, capturing her hips and forcing himself another inch, meeting her virginal sheath. "I told you I take what I want." Gripping her waist, he reared his hips back and thrust hard to tear through her maidenhead, but not all the length to her core.

Again she shrieked and tried to writhe away.

Placid, he gripped her chin. "Do you want to go through with this, Ellie? Do you want those leases?"

"Yes!" She spat back.

A bit rougher than he had meant to, engulfing passion consuming him, he lifted her from the desk and tossed her on the bed ignoring the smeared blood on his cock. Jacking her legs apart, he straddled her and spat on his shaft.

She peered up at him with pleading eyes causing his demeanor to soften. "Don't hurt me."

Fuck, his mind shouted, she was beautiful and so damn innocent. "It can't be helped, baby. You are just going to have to take it." He warned, thrusting half his length inside her womb, her muscles clamping down on him like a vise.

Whimpering, she thrashed her head, panting. He was going to split her wide open.

"Ellie, relax your muscles and breathe slowly. You are making this worse." He said through gritted teeth reminding himself that one needed to utilize patience with a virginal woman. He did not want to wound her to the point she made him stop. He knew he was exceedingly large, women always make it a point to tell him. And whores liked it, but it terrified women like the one beneath him.

She whined, closing her eyes, trying to bear the pain. This was a normal part of adulthood. Women all over the world endured this, so could she. But damn, why did he have to be so big?

"Thats it, sweetheart." He encouraged her, coaxing his rock hard cock deeper. With one hand he firmly held her hips, while twisting her nipple with the other.

Her intimate muscles fought him, strangling his meat, seducing him to succumb to carnal derangement. He forced himself to control his breathing, fighting the urge to plunge deep into her belly and fuck her without restraint. Every fiber in his body raged to follow his instincts. He had not desired a woman this intensely in years. He watched her abdomen rippling revealing her inner agony, her breast rising and falling with the rhythm of her breathing. Her intimate muscles regurgitating him. No longer able to resist, he forcefully drove his pelvis into her, the tip of his shaft impaling her cervix.

She cried out, unintentionally, her body's natural reaction, shoving her fists against his sinewy chest, clenching her legs.

He remained tranquil inside her core, pinning her wrists above her head, forcing her tunnel to extend to accept the full length of his cock. Slowly, he grinded as deep as he could penetrate into her, mushing her cervix, her intimate muscles fighting, strangling his cock to the point of pain.

"Keep your legs spread. Arch your hips." When she complied, he began thrusting slow and gentle at first.

Watching her twist her head and bury it sideways into a pillow to smother her sobs, he said "You could enjoy this if you would. You feel as you want to feel, Ellie."

Keeping her face hidden, she bit down on her lip to keep from whining.

He reach down and tantalized her sweet little button, thrusting a little more vigorous than before. "I bet you never dreamed that your first time would be with a big British cock. I am going to fuck you, Ellie, harder than I have ever fucked any woman."

She flung her eyes open. "I am not playing your lewd game. Just fuck me and be threw with it!"

"As you wish." He gave up trying to coax her into mutual ecstasy. Abandoning her clit, he withdrew to her rim and plunged his searing cock back inside her, deep and filling, widening her channel to its niche. Her muscles still fought him, but were losing the battle. He had told her he was going to fuck her harder than any woman, but that had been a sentiment meant to invoke her passion. While he was thrusting pretty hard, there was no way he was going to fuck the way he craved to fuck her. She could not endure it, at least not tonight anyways.

Eyes closed, hips arched, her tits slapping her chest to the beat of his wrath, she could feel his organ hot and piercing, burning against the walls of her intimate tunnel. Sweat drizzled off of him spattering on to her flesh. She could hear his breathing heavy and rhythmic and now and then a moan, but embarrassment contained her from peeking.

"Fuck, Ellie! God, baby, you feel so fucking good!"

She cringed, guts glowing warm. It hurt like hell but the desire in his voice kept her wet, her body betraying her mind.

"Come on, baby, open your eyes and look at me while I fuck you."

She couldn't do it. This was wrong.

With one hand still entrapping her wrists, he used the other to seize and grip her throat. "Look at me."

Obeying, she slowly opened her eyes half lidded. He peered down at her, his eyes fathomless, lips curled with pleasure. He slowed to a sensual erotic pace, moaning out "Mmm" as if he had just tasted something delicious. His sleek cheekbones twitched as he said it. It was an odd thing to think about at a time like this, but Ellie had never seen cheekbones as alluring as Tom's.

He drew his body erect, grinded himself deep-rooted into her, his pelvis bone marring into her flesh and started fingering her clit knowing this was the only way a virgin would climax their first go around.

The lacerating sensation died, replaced with a swelling blissful need. She tried vehemently to conceal the carnality boiling in the pit of belly. No use, a faint moan oozed from her lips. Catching herself, mortified, she buried her face again. She could hear him chuckle. "You can't escape." He joked, rubbing her faster.

"You are growing wetter, Ellie, I can feel you sloshing against my dick. Listen and you can hear yourself." He drew his hips back so that the tip of his cock was the only part of him left inside and thrust in and out, his eyes feasting on the sight of her rosy pussy lips swallowing his size. The wallowing chime of their bodies branding was the only sound in the room. "That is you, Ellie, that is all you."

No longer resisting the urge to shield her emotions, she let loose a sob of ecstasy. Rocking her hips she met his thrust, sinking deeper on to him with each stride.

"Tom!" She had not meant to say his name.

"That is it, baby, come on."

She took him to the hilt, grinding against him, feeling him pulsate just below her navel. There was no more pain, no shame, only primitive passion. Her body finally began to shiver, ass clenching, now wailing as she released the pent-up lust.

Tom moaned feeling her cunt constrict, showering his dick with a warm gush of fluid. She whined loudly, convulsing, her pretty mouth distorted. "You are a hot little fuck" he said enjoying every second of her rapture.

Her frenzy slowly diminished, leaving her body twitching with Tom's body boiling to spill. He captured her lips with his, dominating and demanding. Groping her breast, his touch sensual, yet savage and stern. He growled as he reared his hips back and slammed back into her, rekindling the pain from before. She yelped out, his mind delirious and deaf to her suffering.

Fingers digging into the sheets, legs spread as wide as she could get them, Ellie struggled to breathe, the pounding of his body against her knocking the air from her lungs. She would bear his bruising for days to come. "Tom!"

He heard her beneath him faintly, summoning him from a feral realm of ecstasy. "Take it, Ellie. Just for a few minutes." He grunted between pants. Consumed, he crushed her tiny body to his chest, sweaty and musty, desperately needing to drive the fierce passion into her womb. Mercilessly, he relentlessly slammed into her, working every muscle in his lean body. "Ellie!" His lustful sobs now matching the strength of her agonized ones. Three more deep-rooted impalements later, his body jerked releasing an explosive force of sizzling nectar into her core.

Arching, breast thrust forward, Ellie's body naturally replied by clenching, drinking his flowing cream.

"God, Ellie…" He muttered breathlessly, now slowly pumping himself into her to expel every ounce of his essence. When soothed, he grew tranquil but remained inside her and bent to kiss her softly, but this time she did not open her mouth, instead she pulled away breaking the euphoric trance.

Ego hurt, he withdrew and collapsed by her side. "Ellie, baby." He cooed, running his hands across her drenched abdomen to insert his finger inside her. Fingering her, he played with the mixtures of body juices. He was not finished with her yet.

Ellie snatched his arm and removed him. She sat up turning her back to him and clutching her belly, her insides felt like a bulldozer had excavated her leaving her raw and throbbing. First this man blackmailed her into having sex with him and then treated her like a little rag doll. She was seething, but more so at herself for the salacious way she behaved with him.

"I thought British men were gentlemen, tender."

So this was how she wanted it to be. Chuckling, he replied with cockiness blanketing his voice. "We are with women who mean something to us. Not with whores. And besides I was nowhere near rough with you. Would you like me to show you rough sex?"

She sucked in a startled breath, her voice reflecting the wound he had just inflicted. "I am not a whore!"

"Did you just not sell your virginity to me?"

Recklessly, she raised her hand and tried to slap the cocky look off his face. He captured her wrist and forced it to her side. No one since his childhood had dared to strike him. This little ignorant beauty really had no idea who she had just allowed between her legs. "Do not bite the hand that feeds you."

"Fuck you! Give me your signature!"

Cackling with pompous laughter, amused that her anger had conjured such words. "Such a filthy word for a genteel lady...I am surprised you even know what that term means." Ridiculing her.

He stood up, shamelessly, not trying to shield his nakedness, not even bothering to clean himself. He grabbed a pen and signed the papers she had brought with her.

She glanced down at the blood on his clean sheets cringing. She quickly spotted a box of Kleenex and snatched them to clean herself while his back was turned to her.

"My lady, this concludes our deal. It has been a pleasure." He said extending the papers in her direction.

While signing, she had dressed. Boots in hand, she wrenched the papers from him and marched away, trying to shield the limp in her walk as she left.

"What no kiss goodbye?" He taunted after her. Her reply was the slamming of the door.