Bought (13 page)

She was fiercely independent, unconcerned with material things. She hadn’t reached for any of the clothes I’d purchased. She was dressed in a pair of pants that had seen better days, and a faded t-shirt. No jewelry, no make-up. She’d reached for the check automatically, almost shocking me with the move.
It had been a very long time since a woman had offered to pay for a meal around me.

Her former master had punished her painfully, and that helped explain why she was skittish. More than that, in Saint Denis, she’d told me she hadn’t had sex in four years. Whatever he’d done to her had made her afraid of sex.

That prompted my comment on her bravery, which had elicited an admission from her. She didn’t feel like she had a choice about this auction.

She found genuine solace in this temple courtyard. It was a place of refuge for her and she’d still brought me here. That knowledge filled me with pleasure. I’d done something very similar in Paris two years ago. Almost on instinct, I’d taken her to a home that I had never shared with anyone else.

I had no doubt she was dangerous, but I couldn’t muster up caution around her. If she was a threat, I was being a fool.

I had three months. There was time to win her trust, take her to my bed and uncover her secrets. Maybe there was enough time to even reveal a few of my own.

Ellie / Jenny:

He had a private plane. Of course.

There were comfortable black leather lounge chairs. There were work tables and power ports where you could plug in your laptop. There was even a queen-size bed.

“Must be nice,” I said dryly. I gaped openly at the opulence. “It sure puts the auction into context.” We’d sat during take-off but the plane was now in the air, flying towards Paris.
The scene of so many memories.

He laughed aloud. “This plane did cost more than a million dollars,” he agreed, “but then again, I get to keep it for longer than three months.” His eyes glinted at me. “I’m going to sleep, Jenny. Want to join me in bed?”

At some point during the hours I’d spent wandering through Bangkok with him, I’d unconsciously relaxed around him. He was still Alexander Hamilton, still an associate of Dylan and Sylvia. I wasn’t going to forget that. However, my tightly clenched knot of fear had slowly unravelled. I would need to be careful around him, but terror didn’t seem necessary.

There was chemistry between us that wouldn’t be denied. I nodded. “I’d like that.”

He held my gaze for a long instant. “Good.”

Alexander had made a phone call and someone had taken care of the packing of all my new clothing and jewelry for me, but I’d stuffed a pair of dresses and some pretty lingerie into a new brown calf-leather carry-on. I pulled out one of these pieces now, a night-blue silk nightgown that clung to every inch of my body. It dipped low in the front and the swell of my breasts were clearly visible, as was the bottom of my ass. If I stretched my arms over my head, my pussy would be on full display for him. I brushed my teeth in the bathroom and then made my way to the bedroom.

He was wearing a pair of boxers and I eyed him hungrily. I had remembered him having a perfect body and my memories hadn’t failed me. Tightly corded muscles, a flat stomach and a happy trail that disappeared into the waistband of his shorts...

I gulped as moisture flooded my pussy and he chuckled. “That’s a flattering reaction,
cherie
.” He patted the bed next to him. “Get settled.” He left to go to the bathroom.

I lay on my back on the luxurious bed and wondered if Alexander would have sex with me now. I wasn’t flinching away from him. I wasn’t terrified. All that was left was desire.

He came back to the bedroom and my eyes followed his every move. He raised an eyebrow at me as he settled down on the bed, facing me. I reached my hand out to touch his chest and he inhaled. “Your breasts are practically falling out of that gown, Jenny,” he said. “Your nipples are clearly visible under that fabric. Your body begs to be touched.”

“Touch me then.”

He gave me a slow, panty-melting smile. “You’ll have to be quiet,” he ordered, “or both Anne-Marie and the pilots are going to know exactly what we are doing here.”

“Yes Sir,” I whispered.

His eyes heated when I used that term. “Red, yellow and green okay as your safe words?”

“Yes Sir,” I said again.

I wondered if the choice of location was deliberately designed to reassure me. He couldn’t hurt me too much on the plane, not with the pilots and Anne-Marie only steps away. Or was he so powerful that they wouldn’t intervene to protect me?

Relax,
I scolded myself. I had no evidence that he was going to hurt me. I was letting my imagination get carried away.

“Nervous again,” he commented.

“A little.” There was no point denying it. He could read my emotions well.

“Come closer,” he said to me. He got to his knees. “Here. Lie on your stomach.”

His hands ran over my body, pressing into my shoulders, helping me relax. I sighed and let him. I was being a terrible submissive, but I was going to take what Alexander had said at face value. He didn’t appear to be too concerned with the ‘rules’ of what I should and shouldn’t be doing. Besides, his touch felt like heaven.

I parted my legs in invitation as his hands traced the curve of my spine. I was ready for more. My flash of nerves had evaporated and arousal smouldered in its wake. “Sir,” I groaned. “Please.”

“Hush.” He kissed the back of my neck. “What’s your hurry,
cherie
?”

He had more or less used the same words two years ago when I had moaned and writhed in his arms. He’d smiled and asked me what my hurry was then and I remembered that I’d said something pert.

But with Alexander, my body went from smoulder to fire-alarm blaze in mere seconds. I couldn’t help my impatience. I didn’t want to wait. I yearned to feel his weight over my body, to gasp out his name as his cock plunged in me.

Two years back, I had been more assertive. I’d reached out and taken what I wanted. But now, he was my Dominant, though he’d yet to assert that right in any real way.

“I need you, Sir,” I whimpered. In a way, it was a relief that I’d have to call him
Sir
in a session. Because I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t slip up and call him Marc. Then, it would all be over.  “I want your cock in me.”

“Life is full of unfulfilled wants,
cherie
.” His voice was amused. “But this isn’t one of them. Still, patience. What’s the hurry? We have a few hours before we land.”

If he was going to keep me in painful need for six hours, I was completely certain I’d die. I whined softly into the pillow.

“Jenny.” His voice held a warning note. “I never want you to be afraid of me. But you still need to do as you are told.”

A thrill went through my body at his tone. “Yes Sir,” I replied, desire pulsing in me.

“Good girl,” he said, kissing the back of my neck as a reward. “Now, I want you to put your hands on the pillow.” He waited while I did what he wanted. “Now, no matter what I do, I want you to keep them there. Don’t move them.”

I nodded into the pillow, then bit my lip as the memory of Dylan beating me for failing to acknowledge his instructions vocally. “Yes Sir,” I said hastily.

If he noticed my sudden stiffening, he ignored it, his hands moving surely over my back, stroking and caressing me. I took a deep breath and consciously forced myself to relax. I was going to spend the next three months as Alexander’s submissive. I needed to learn to trust him. He hadn’t hurt me in Paris two years ago. So far, he’d only been considerate. He wasn’t Dylan.

“Get up on your knees for a second,” he instructed. The fabric of the nightgown bunched up in his hands, and he slithered it up, past my hips, past my waist, all the way up to my shoulders. I shivered as I felt his hands glide over me. I had memories of the way he felt, firm and commanding. But memories didn’t compare to the real thing.

This was the way he’d touched me in Paris. I wondered how I’d failed to notice the dominance then. He hadn’t gone overboard with it that day, but his touch had always been assured. Never tentative. This was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. This was a man who was used to getting his way.

Right now, he desired me and my body was flushed with heat. All for him.  

I sighed and melted into his touch. I’d missed him. I’d thought I’d never see him again. We were in the same bed. It was tempting to indulge myself, to obey him and see where he’d take me. I wanted
amazing.

The silk slid past my breasts, exposing them to the cool air of the cabin. My nipples hardened in response. His hands moved over them, cupping and kneading them. I exhaled as little coils of pleasure wound through me.

“How hard do you like your nipples played with, Jenny?” His fingers tugged at a bud, the taut nub sliding between his thumb and forefinger.

My body has been trained to respond to pain. Whether I like it or not, soft caresses did nothing for me. I’d tried to stroke my nipples softly, but I’d learned that nothing other than a firm pull or the sharp bite of a clamp would cause my pussy to dampen.

I’d suspected it for the first time in Paris, two years ago. In the intervening years, I’d made my peace with it. Of all of the crimes Dylan had to answer for, this was the least of it. “Harder,” I muttered into the pillow. “Please…”

My cheeks were flushed with shame, but my desire for roughness didn’t seem to perturb him. It hadn’t in Paris either. Now though, I understood why. He was into BDSM; he had purchased a submissive at an auction.
Kinky sex was a given.

He reached under me and tweaked both nipples harder, tugging them towards the bed. My hands were obediently placed at the pillow, but my fingers curled into fists as sensation swirled through me. My shoulders dug into the bed, while my ass remained raised, poised towards him. My waxed cunt dripped with arousal. I could feel it.

I wondered if he his steady gaze rested on my almost naked body. I wondered if he liked what he saw.  

His hands stroked my calves and ran up my thighs. He gripped my ass cheeks and spread them open, and he groaned softly. “Beautiful,” he said. His thumbs caressed my puffy folds. “So wet and ready.”  

I bit my lip and whimpered into the pillow again. It hurt to wait. I was impatient for the feeling of his body against mine, needy for his cock in me.

His fingers dipped into my pussy and spread the wetness there all over my ass, then spanked it firmly. “I can’t do too much of that,” he said, and I heard the regret in his voice. “The noise of the engines will only conceal so much.”

Heat rose from the spot where his hand had made contact and spread through my body. I pushed my hips towards him in invitation.
Again,
my body pleaded.
Spank me again.

Alexander chuckled and every single cell in my body tightened in arousal at that sound. “In my playroom,
cherie
,” he said, and his voice was a sinful promise, “I’ll spank you as much as you desire. But right now, we don’t want Anne-Marie running in here to make sure you are okay.”

Every single one of Dylan’s guards had watched me being raped. No one had ever done anything to help me. To protect me. “Would she?” I said into the pillow. I couldn’t keep the bleakness out of my voice. “You mean she doesn’t know to stay away from the noise?”

His hands had been wandering up and down my body, stroking, exploring. Establishing ownership. But they stilled as I uttered those words. When he responded, his voice was troubled. “I very much hope that no one in my employ will ever ignore a screaming woman.”

He isn’t Dylan,
I reminded myself again.

I deliberately wriggled my hips, and he chuckled. “Jenny,” he said smoothly, “you aren’t in charge here, remember? Keep your hips still. If I want to spank you, I will. If I want to caress you,” his thumb traced a path up my dripping slit, “I will.”

I moaned into my pillow as he continued speaking. “If I want to taste your juices,” his mouth lowered onto my pussy, “I will.”

Oh god, his mouth. His talented, talented tongue. His probing fingers. Everything played with me, pulling an orgasm from my body. “Sir,” I panted, trying to keep my hands where they were, and keep my legs open for him. “Sir, please…”

“Please what, Jenny?” he asked.

“Please fuck me, Sir,” I whined. I had two years of memories of his body against me, but memories didn’t keep me warm at night. I
had
to feel him again.

“Turn around.”

I hesitated for a second, wondering how to keep my hands on the pillow and still obey and he noticed. “You can move your hands,” he assured me. I turned to face him, and he moved over my body. His dick was visibly tenting his boxers and my eyes locked onto it. I was wet, dripping, ready. I needed him.

His hands tugged the nightgown over my head and tossed it to the side. His boxers followed and I exhaled visibly as his body settled on me. His warmth filled me as we touched, skin on skin. I inclined my head up for a kiss, and his lips quirked into a smile before descending on my mouth.

He nipped, nibbled, sucked. What his lips and teeth did, his fingers echoed as they toyed with my nipples, pulling and tugging. I arched into him and moaned into his mouth, locking my legs around his hips, hoping to pull him closer. But he shook his head, his fingers gripping my jaw. “I’m being very indulgent,” he said, “but you must obey. Stay still for me.”

I couldn’t.
My body ached for more of his touch. But his tone had been serious. “Sorry,” I murmured.

He smiled, and those dimples twinkled into view. “Are you being bad so I’ll spank you?” he accused.

I shook my head. “No Sir,” I said meekly.

“I’m not sure I believe you,” he growled. His mouth descended on my nipples, nipping the tender buds. I groaned as wetness flooded through my core. I was dripping onto the sheets below.

He kissed his way down my body. I writhed and whimpered, putty in his hands. His palms caressed my skin, his nails raked a fiery path.

No toys. No whips. No clamps, no handcuffs. None of it was essential. He didn’t need the toys and the equipment to impose his will on me. His hips held me in place. His hand closed around my wrists. My legs, I kept parted of my own volition.
I wanted to please Alexander
.

I could only imagine what I would feel in his playroom.