Sold to the Wolf (2 page)

Undeterred he thrust into her, filling her
completely, only then did he pull back, before pushing into her
again slowly. He repeated this action, each time the stinging
eased, replaced by a wonderful feeling of pleasure. His fingers
never stopped rubbing her clit; she had to grip the seat of the car
in an effort not to lose control.

His thrusts became harder, and more insistent, each
one pushing her hard down onto the seat. She felt so stretched, and
marvelled at the way her body yielded for him, enabling her to
accommodate his thick cock.

He began to grind into her, his breathing becoming
laboured and she knew he was going to come. It struck her that they
hadn't used any protection, the pack of condoms, still in their
wrapper, were in the pocket of her jacket.

It would be ironic if she ended up pregnant from
this, or worse, if he had an STD. Then the mundane thoughts were
swept from her mind as he came inside her, the feel of his cock
filling her with his seed making her sex contract around him. She
was shocked by the strength of her orgasm, this time the scream
that came from her mouth was one of pleasure so intense she
wondered how she could have lived her life so far without feeling
this.

His fingers fluttered over her clit, like little
heart beats, it was a rhythm that connected with her throbbing sex
and her whole body seemed to become centred on her core, everything
else forgotten. How did he know how to make everything so intense?
For now she simply felt lucky that he had been the person to win
her and make this so much more than it could have been.

Gradually his rhythm slowed, his thrusts becoming
less aggressive. He was done, his orgasm over and now she came back
down to earth too. Her brain could not comprehend what had just
happened; in fact the whole evening seemed like a bad dream, well
apart from the orgasm she had experienced.

Shaking her head she tried to pull herself together,
here she was leaning over a stranger's car seat and being taken
from behind where anyone could see them. There was no part of this
that was right, who the hell was this guy? It was as though he had
been possessed by the need to take her, and no one had ever felt
that way about her. That put one thought into her head, the guy was
crazy, and she had to get away from him.

His weight shifted and he pulled out of her, leaving
her with a distinct feeling of loss. Her sex ached, he had been
rougher than she had thought, and now her muscles complained about
the way she had been invaded. Trying to raise her body up she felt
stiff and sore where the car seat had pressed against her ribs.

She heard the zip of his pants as he did them back up
and realised she would have to go home commando style because he
had ripped her panties in two. It would feel strange, bit she would
have to do it, even if it meant walking through the streets like
this, because she had no intention of getting in this guy's
car.

However, he had other thoughts on that matter. “Are
you OK, Cindy?”

She didn’t respond, it took a second for her to
realise he was talking to her, and then she managed to find her
voice. “I think so; the evening is not going quite the way I
expected.”

“Oh, is that because I’m not some old seedy guy with
bad breath?”

His words cut her. “No, I meant I at least expected
to be taken to somewhere with a bed, not to be forced to do this
outside like a common whore.”

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t in the contract, and what
exactly do you think you are, selling yourself like that?” Every
word he spoke seemed to be an insult.

“Wow, the voice of disapproval from the man who paid
ten thousand dollars. That was a lot of money, I must thank
you.”

He scoffed at her words, then mumbled, “Believe me if
I had a choice I would have left you to the other guy. I can’t
believe anyone could stand on a stage and let some creep touch her
up like that.”

“How dare you judge me when you were obviously there
to make a purchase.”

“No, I was there on business.”

“Then you should have minded your own business.”

She watched his face as his anger grew, suddenly she
realised she was in a dangerous position. He was big enough and
strong enough to make her do whatever he wanted, she needed to
think about getting away.

“I was minding my own business, unfortunately when I
saw you I had no choice but to make you mine.”

“No, we all have choices, you could have walked
away.”

“No, I couldn’t.” He took a long shuddering breath,
trying to gain control of his emotions. “I suggest we go back to my
place and continue this discussion there.”

“Oh, no, I am not going anywhere with you.” She
straightened up, looking for the best way to escape.

“Too late, I’ve got a contract that says you are mine
for two days. So get in the car,” he ordered.

“I will do no such thing.” She looked around for her
bag, and bent down to get it, his hand closed around her arm.

“Get in the car, and don’t even think of running
away.”

She wondered if he could read her mind, his hand hurt
her but still she tried to pull away. “I am not going anywhere with
you.”

He swung her around to face him, her back pressed
against the car. There was a heat in his eyes that was strange, and
the look he gave her left her in no doubt as to what he was
thinking. Unfortunately her body began to respond, her breasts were
squashed against his chest and she felt her nipples hardening in a
desire to be touched.

“Get in the car now, I want to take you home and make
love to you properly, Cindy.” His gaze raked her body. “And you
cannot deny that is not what you want, your body betrays you.”

She could feel the heat stir in her, what was it
about him that compelled her to do whatever he wanted? This was
madness, but then so was offering her virginity for auction in the
first place. That was the problem, no matter how she wanted him to
really want her, he was only after two days with her to fulfil some
sad fantasy.

If she went with him he would break her heart,
because she already felt a strong attraction to him. “I’ll give you
your money back, I’ll phone them tomorrow and tell them I didn’t go
through with it.”

“They won’t do that, they want their commission, and
anyway you did go through with part of it, you're no longer a
virgin, remember.”

She couldn’t understand why he was being so cruel; if
he wanted her to go with him he could at least have been nice to
her. “Take their commission as payment for what you have received
and I’ll give the rest back to you, please, I want to end this
now.”

“That is not going to happen, Cindy, it’s not about
the money.”

She felt scared now, none of it made sense. “Then
what is it about?” she asked with a shaky voice.

“You and me, and destiny.”

“You're crazy.”

“Oh, no. If only it was that simple. I have been
looking for you for a long time, you are my true mate, and whether
you like it or not you are coming home with me.”

She struggled against him; he held her tight and then
lowered his head and kissed her. It was the first time their lips
had touched; the feeling was so different to the way he had made
love to her, more emotion than she thought possible, considering
his words. Unbidden her arms wrapped around his neck, and she
pulled him close.

A shudder passed through him. “Please get in the car,
Cindy, or else I will have to mate with you again here, and I would
rather take you home and take my time.”

“How do I know you are not some serial killer?”

He laughed, true mirth in his voice, “Is that what
you are worried about, that I am going to hurt you?”

“Yes, you sound so angry with me.”

“The only thing I am angry about is the fact that you
were stupid enough to put yourself on display like that, because
you are partly right, I could have been a serial killer.”

“It seemed like a good way to get some money
together.”

“You must be pretty desperate if you are willing to
sell something as precious as your virginity.”

“It didn’t seem so precious; in fact it seemed the
only way I was ever going to lose it. I struggle with dating.”

“Really? With a body like yours I would have thought
you would have to fight men off.”

Now she felt angry, she had spent all her life being
teased about her curves. “Don’t be so mean.”

He looked startled at having upset her. “I wasn’t, I
mean you have the perfect body for breeding, and that is exactly
what I intend to do with you.”

A look of horror passed over her face. “Of course,
that's why you didn’t use protection; you want to get me
pregnant.”

“Eventually, yes. Like I said, Cindy, you are my true
mate.”

“I have no idea what you mean by that.”

“Then come with me and I will show you.” He stepped
away from her and offered her his hand.

She stood looking at him, trying to understand what
he was saying. Her head told her to run, run as fast as she could
and never look back, instead she took his hand and let him escort
her around to the other side of the car. He opened the door and she
got in.

He pushed the door closed behind her and before she
knew it he slid into the seat next to her, he had moved impossibly
fast. She put her seatbelt on as he started the engine, and then
blocked the doubt from her mind and let the need she had for him
take over her senses.

There was something about him, she could feel that
distinct pull, and she began to understand now why he had needed to
take her so swiftly. Her body was behaving so strangely, and there
was nothing she could do about it, except wait in wonderful
anticipation for when he made love to her slowly like he had
promised.

***

He drove fast; she had to sink deep into the seat to
stop herself from being thrown from side to side. The tension in
the car was tremendous, like a storm about to break. Her heart beat
fast and erratically, the thrill of the unknown almost too much for
her to handle.

She couldn’t follow all the twists and turns he made,
if she got out the car now she would have no idea where she was,
not that she thought she would be able to get out the car, her legs
were too weak.

A few more minutes passed, and he slowed down,
looking out of the window she could see that they were in a more
exclusive part of town. For the first time she wondered who exactly
he was, this man who had been willing to bid so much money for
her.

Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye she
tried to see if there was anything about him that would give her
some clue. His suit was expensive, but nothing about him screamed
wealth, it was more understated than that. In some ways he dressed
to blend in. Although in her eyes that would be impossible, his
whole presence screamed power and control. Or did that only affect
her?

He looked around at her and caught her eye; she
blushed, unable to hold his gaze. She had never been a weak woman,
in fact she had always made her own way in the world, but she knew
she would find it hard to resist obeying anything he asked her to
do for him.

“We're here,” he said, pulling up outside a small
block of apartments.

There was no one else about, the whole place looked
deserted, she was glad because she was acutely aware of her lack of
underwear. Especially when he was outside her door, pulling it open
and taking hold of her arm to lead her to his lair. The breeze
lifted her skirt and the cool air did nothing to soothe the fever
she had building inside her.

His apartment was around the back of the building,
concealed from prying eyes, no one would see her enter. Would she
ever leave? The key appeared in his hand and they were in the
apartment, his hands already on her body as he pulled her close and
kissed her.

His lips brushed hers, the urgency conveyed to her
body setting it on fire, he had said he would go slowly, but that
didn’t seem possible. With her held close to him he manoeuvred her
through the large, spacious living room and then into his
bedroom.

Once in there he ripped her clothes off, she didn’t
protest, because the expression on his face was one of open
adoration for her voluptuous body. His eyes looked strange, almost
burning into her flesh. Hungry, that was it, like a man half
starved suddenly presented with steak.

Tremors coursed through her body, she had no
experience of men, but she knew this was not normal, and she felt
privileged that a man such as this should want her so much. He did
not take his eyes off her while he slowly began to remove his own
clothes.

Loosening his tie he pulled it off, dropping it to
the floor, his jacket was next, one button at a time. She watched
completely mesmerised, too caught up in him to feel any
embarrassment about her nakedness. Once his jacket was gone he
started on his shirt, each opened button revealing more and more of
his tanned, toned chest.

A light covering of hair was sprinkled over it, and
more than anything she wanted to touch him, to feel it springy
beneath her fingers. Before her brain registered her movement she
was directly in front of him, her fingers stroking his chest.

The feel of him was electrifying, a kind of static
binding them together. The rise and fall of his chest beneath her
touch became heavier. The effect she had on him giving her a sense
of power, he might have bought her, yet at this moment she had some
control, it was if he couldn’t pull away even if he wanted too.

She bent her head and kissed his chest, the rise and
fall stopped, he was holding his breath, fighting for control.
Undeterred she moved across and licked his nipple, wondering if
they were as sensitive as her own.

He groaned, visibly shaken. “Stop, Cindy.” He lifted
both his hands and gripped her wrists, pulling her away from
him,