Auctioned to Him 9_Wait

by Charlotte Byrd

  “You are going to come when I tell you to come. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” He continues to go deeper and deeper inside of me. Just as I’m about to scream, he pulls his hand away, replacing those fingers on my clit with other ones.

  “Come for me, Ellie,” Mr. Black instructs and thrusts his fingers into my mouth. Every opening in my body is filled and I finally feel complete. As soon as I close my lips around his wet fingers, my body explodes in the most intense orgasm of my life. It comes in waves. He moves his fingers deeper and deeper inside of me. Faster and faster. I beg him to slow down, but he doesn’t, pushing me to even higher heights of ecstasy. I feel the aftershocks for minutes to come.

  “That was amazing,” I mumble.

  “I’m glad,” he whispers, licking his fingers clean. “I love you, Ellie.”

  “I love you, too,” I whisper, snuggling up to him. I’m flying on cloud nine. Nothing else matters except this moment and it doesn’t seem like anything ever will again.

  “Thank you for letting me do that,” he says. “I needed that.”

  “You needed that? I needed that.”

  “I just felt so helpless lying here. I wanted to know if I could still be a man, to please you like a man should.”

  “You pleased me like a god.”

  “Oh, c’mon.”

  “No, I’m serious. That was the most intense orgasm that I’ve ever felt.”

  “I’m glad,” he says proudly. “That makes me feel good.”

  “But how are you?” I ask. “How did getting aroused make you feel?”

  “Good. Really good actually. I don’t think I can have sex just yet, I’m still too weak. Even this was a little much for me, but I’m glad that I have something to look forward to.”

  “Of course,” I say, wrapping the sheet around me tighter. Was it always this cold in this room? The sweat that I’d generated had all but dried and now turned my body into an icicle.

  “I really thought I might never see you again,” I say. “I mean, there was a real possibility that you would never come out of this coma.”

  “I’m so sorry,” he says, wiping my tears. “I knew you were here all along. I just wish I could’ve said something. To let you know that I was okay.”

  “I wish you could, too,” I whisper.

  I lie on top of him listening to his heartbeat without saying a word for some time. He runs his fingers lovingly through my hair and smells my hair.

  “Everything’s going to be okay now,” he says. “The worst is over.”

  “You’re right.”

  Chapter 15 - Ellie

  When night becomes morning…

  I lie next to him well into the night. The temperature drops even more. I put my clothes back on and snuggle up to Aiden who dozes off. I watch the way his chest rises up and down with each breath. The color in his face is back, but his lips are still a bit dry.

  “You know I can feel you watching me,” he says without opening his eyes.

  “Oh, I’m sorry.”

  “Are you ever going to go to sleep?” he asks, this time opening his eyes.

  “I don’t know,” I mumble and rub up against him even more.

  “What’s wrong? You’re not tired?”

  “Yes, of course, I’m tired.”

  “Then what?”

  I think about it for a moment. I mean, what is wrong? I should be ecstatic. Content. The love of my life is back and he just gave me one of the best orgasms of my life. Why the hell can I not sleep?

  “I guess, I’m afraid. I really don’t want this to be a dream.”

  “It’s not a dream.” Aiden shifts his body, giving me a little more room. He then pushes my hair back out of my face and runs his finger down my neck and up to my lips.

  “I’m afraid that I’m going to go to sleep and wake up and not have you again. Just like before. I’m afraid of losing you.”

  “How about this? What if you go to sleep and I stay up? That way I’ll be up when you wake up.”

  I consider this for a moment but then shake my head no.

  “What?” He laughs. “What’s wrong with that idea?”

  “That’s ridiculous. You just came out of a coma. You need your rest. We shouldn’t have even done what we did, let alone this. No, you cannot stay up.”

  “Okay, how about this?” Aiden licks his lips as he looks deep into my eyes. “We both go to sleep but only after you answer one question.”

  “Okay…” I say, hesitating.

  “Ellie Rhodes. I love you. I’ve loved you since the first time I laid my eyes on you. That’s why I bought you at that auction.”

  “I love you, too,” I whisper.

  “Ellie, I came to a realization today. I realize now that I want to do bad things to you forever.”

  I smile.

  “I want to marry you, Ellie. And I want to marry you as soon as possible.”

  I sit up a little and look at him. We’ve of course talked about this before. We had plans. They fell through. We made new plans. But they were never this…rushed.

  “What do you mean?” I ask.

  “Just what I said. I want to marry you, but not just at some hypothetical time in the future. I want to marry you right now.”

  “No wedding?” I ask.

  “I don’t know. Do you want a wedding?”

  “I’ve never thought of not having one, if I were to get married.”

  “I don’t know. I guess we can talk about it. The thing that I wanted to tell you, or rather ask you is, will you marry me? Will you marry me soon?”

  I think about that for a moment.

  “It’s not that I’m in a rush, Ellie. It’s just that I came sort of close to death. And waking up now, and looking at you and being with you…it just made me realize how much I want to start living my life. I can’t wait for you to be my wife and the mother of my child. I can’t wait to start my life with you. Will you marry me, Ellie?”

  “Yes, yes, I will!” The words escape my lips before I get the chance to stop them. But I’m glad for that. There has already been way too much thinking about this and not enough action. I love Aiden. I’m going to have his baby. Why not marry him? Why not become his wife?

  I press my lips onto his and the world begins to spin.

  That night I sleep like a baby. It’s well into the morning when we finally wake up. And not on our own accord, but by Brie knocking on the door. When I check the time, I’m shocked to see that it’s well past ten a.m.

  “The nurses decided to let you sleep and get some rest since all of your monitors were showing that you are feeling good,” Brie announces. She is carrying a case of three coffees and a bag of croissants. Chocolate. My favorite. I climb out of bed and grab one, handing Aiden another one.

  “You look great,” Brie remarks. “How are you feeling?”

  “Much better. I actually got a lot of sleep last night. Didn’t think I would need it since I did nothing but sleep for a week straight, but I guess I did.”

  Much to my surprise, the coffee and the croissant actually go down well given my tendency for morning sickness. I pop a pill to keep the nausea away and squeeze Brie’s hand.

  “Brie, I have something to tell you,” I say, my voice shrieking in anticipation. “We’re getting married.”

  “You are? Congratulations.”

  “We’re getting married soon,” I add.

  “How soon?”

  “Well, that’s what we want your help with. We’d like to get married very soon. As soon as possible.”

  “But how?”

  “I was thinking maybe you could try to find a justice of the peace and ask them to come here,” Aiden explains. “I’ll pay however much it costs.”

  “You want to get married in a hospital?” Brie asks, taken aback.

  “Well, no,” I say. “We don’t necessarily want to get married in a hospital. We just want to get married. And we’re not sure how long Aiden has to
stay here.”

  “But don’t you want to have a nice wedding? Wear a dress? Invite Mom and Dad?”

  “I don’t know,” I mumble. “I guess that sounds nice except for the Mom and Dad part.”

  The last bit was meant as a joke, but it doesn’t come off that way.

  “Brie, we’re in love. We just survived this scary thing. Aiden and I could’ve both died. But we didn’t. So, now we want to celebrate. We want to become husband and wife. Do you understand?”

  She nods and looks away. Clearly, something is not registering. I don’t understand why she can’t be excited for me. I mean, fake it at least, if you can’t be genuinely into the idea.

  “Ellie, can I talk to you outside about this?” Brie asks.

  I shake my head no.

  “Why not?”

  “Because you’re going to try to talk me out of this and I don’t have to listen to that. I want to marry Aiden and we’re going to get married whether you help us or not.”

  Just at that moment, Arlene and Dean walk through the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the annoyed expression that forms on Aiden’s face.

  “Get married?” Arlene gasps. “What are you talking about?”

  “Mom, I asked Ellie to marry me,” Aiden says.

  “Oh my God, oh my God.”

  “It’s really not a big deal. I mean, it is for us. But it doesn’t have to be for you,” he says.

  “How can you say that? My only son is getting married and it’s not supposed to be a big deal for me? Are you kidding me?” Arlene asks.

  “Ellie, can I talk to you?” Brie asks, nudging me out into the hall.

  “I’ll be right back.” I finally give in.

  Chapter 16 - Aiden

  When she tries to control me…

  My mom isn’t the most convincing person in the world but she is one of the most persistent. But her persistence isn’t straightforward or direct. Instead, she will take any direction necessary to get what she wants or thinks she needs. I’ve dealt with these aspects of my mother for many years now and for many years I have successfully evaded her control by simply nodding along and then doing what I want.

  When she starts complaining about my decision to get married, she attacks the decision first. You were just near death. You just came out of a coma. Why do you need to get married at all? Is it just because Ellie’s pregnant? It’s all the same bullshit questions and statements that I’ve heard a million times before, meaning my first wife. The thing to know about my mom is that she needs to be the number one woman in my life. She finds other women to be a threat and will do anything to create conflict and establish dominance. The only problem with this approach is that it pushes me away. The last time I spoke to my mother prior to seeing her in the hospital happened over a fight we had about my ex-wife. I wanted her to butt out of my marriage and she wouldn’t do it. So, I stopped returning her calls and shut her out of my life.

  And now, she’s standing in my hospital room with the air of a cruise director. She’s acting as if she’s in charge. We’ve never talked about what happened between us back then, and if it were up to her, she would never talk about it again. She would be happy just starting all over and running my life again. The only problem is that I’m not a kid. I haven’t been one for a long time. And I’ve learned to stand up to her. I glance over at my dad. He’s sitting in the corner pretending to read a magazine. The smell of alcohol is fresh on his breath - it’s either a leftover from last night or something from this morning. Unlike me, my dad never learned to stand up to my mother. Even now, after their divorce, he still lets her run his life as if it doesn’t belong to him.

  “Mother,” I interrupt her in the middle of her ongoing speech. “I am in love with Ellie. She is having my baby. I want her to be my wife.”

  “But—“ she starts to say.

  “This conversation is over.”

  Chapter 17 - Ellie

  When Brie takes me outside…

  I dread going out into the hallway to talk to Brie, but I also don’t want to stay behind with Aiden and his parents. I’ve had enough of Arlene in the days leading up to today and I’m relieved that Aiden is finally awake so that I can have some backup in dealing with her. To say that she’s overwhelming would be an understatement. Now, Brie’s another story.

  “Brie, please don’t try to dissuade me from doing this. I love him. I’m having his baby—“

  “What about his family?” Brie interrupts me. I wasn’t expecting this approach and she catches me off guard.

  “What?”

  “His family. Do you really want his family to be your family?”

  I think about that for a moment. No, definitely not. I’m not sure anyone wants Arlene and Dean to be part of their family, let alone if they come as a set (which they do).

  “I don’t have a choice of who his family is. But we’re going to make our own family.”

  “I know that. But…they’re crazy. And what if they’re around all the time?” Brie asks breathlessly. “Do you know what Arlene told me last night when we left? She said that she broke up his first marriage and that’s what she’ll do to you if you become his wife.”

  “No.” I shake my head.

  “Yes. Ask him.”

  “Listen, I don’t know what happened with his first wife, but I know how Aiden and I are. We love each other. Nothing is going to happen. No one is going to break us up.”

  Brie crosses her hands across her chest.

  “We’re going to have a baby, Brie. I’m sure she’s happy about becoming a grandmother.”

  Brie shrugs and looks at the floor. “I really have no idea. I don’t think so. She’s got this possessive, obsession thing with him. And Dean. But that’s a whole other thing.”

  “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with Arlene or Dean or both of them. I don’t know what she did or didn’t do to Aiden and his first wife. All I know is that we love each other. And we are going to get married. Now, will you help me?”

  Reluctantly, Brie nods her head yes.

  “And will you be happy for us?” I ask.

  “Of course, I’m happy for you. I love you. And Aiden seems like a great guy.”

  “Okay, then please find us a justice of the peace.”

  Later that afternoon, we are getting ready to get married. The justice of the peace has been found. She will perform the service at three. I wait with Aiden in his room, thinking about what I should wear. More and more snow is falling outside and the winter storm is now in full swing. Going out to get a dress or something nice to wear is completely out of the question. Aiden doesn’t seem to mind. I didn’t either but now I’m not so sure. Even though the elopement sounds romantic, the reality of it is starting to rear its ugly head.

  I go and look at myself in the mirror. My hair is oily and stringy. I run a brush through it, but it’s still crumpled and lifeless. My face is pale and splotchy. My lips are dry and lifeless. I put on some eyeliner, shadow, and foundation, but it hardly masks the problem. Suddenly, I get sick again and bury my face in the toilet. When I come back up for air, my skin is crawling with goose bumps.

  Oh, how I’d give anything to feel a little bit like a bride right now. I walk back to Aiden, tying my hair up in a bun.

  “Are you okay?” he asks.

  I shrug. “Just got sick again.”

  “Are you okay to do this?”

  I look into his hopeful eyes. I want to marry him. I do. But I also want to take a shower before I marry him. I want to look beautiful. I don’t have to look drop dead gorgeous, but I’d like to wear at least a dress. Still, I don’t really want to put this off. Aiden and I should be together.

  “Do you think maybe we can have another wedding afterward?” I ask.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Like more of a proper one? Nothing fancy. Just…I’d like to wear something I didn’t just throw up in.”

  He stares at me. His expression is blank.

  “I’d li
ke to have my hair done. My nails painted. Just you know…feel a bit like a woman.”

  I sit down on the edge of his bed, hugging my knee. I run my hand over my leg and suddenly realize that I haven’t shaved my legs in days. The hard blunt hairs are coming through my pants. Perfect. Nothing makes you feel more like a woman than being a total mess on your wedding day.

  “Ellie, if you don’t want to do this,” Aiden starts to say.

  “Ellie, you don’t?” Arlene bursts in. Was she just standing outside the door listening this whole time? “Of course not. I mean, you’ve been sleeping in this hospital room. You haven’t showered. Who would want to marry feeling like this?”

  Now, I hate her even more. I hate her because she’s right.

  “No, I didn’t say that.”

  “Oh, c’mon, Ellie. You’ve probably dreamed of this day since you were a little girl. Was this how you imagined it?”

  She’s trying to talk me out of it. This is just a tactic. Don’t fall for it. But she’s not wrong.

  “I did not dream of it as a little girl,” I mumble. “And I want to marry you more than anything, Aiden.”

  I look into his eyes. This part is true. I’m not lying. I just also want this day to be special. I want to feel special.

  “I want to marry you, too,” he says.

  “I just need some time to get ready. I’m going to take a shower and do my hair and wear something pretty.”

  “Do you want me to tell the justice of the peace to wait?”

  “Yes, if you don’t mind. I just need an hour.”

  Yes, this is a compromise. A perfect compromise. Since Aiden is still not fully back on his feet, I grab Brie and head to the shower a few doors down from his suite. I walk inside, close the curtain, and let the warm water run down my body. Now, this is heaven. I lather my hair and wash my face. Then I shave every bit of me. By the time it’s time for conditioner, I feel clean and refreshed.