Sold as a Domme on Valentine's Day

by Juliana Conners

  “Yes, Isaac,” she answers me. “You still have it. And I think you always will. That’s why I married you, you know?”

  “You still got it, too,” I tell her. “Just as beautiful as the day I met you. Maybe even somehow better.”

  “Because I’m not auctioning myself off to the highest bidder?” she jokes.

  But my compliment earns me a kiss and then she’s pushing me off her.

  “That’s lovely and all, but we need to get home,” she says, thinking of our daughter, no doubt.

  I sigh, but I know it’s true. And anyway, I miss being near Flannery.

  We both get dressed and leave the hotel. On the drive home, Veronica does most of the talking. Sometimes, I love just listening to her voice. We arrive home and thank Veronica’s parents and Lily for watching Flannery.

  “We’d do it anytime,” her mom says. I’m so glad she’s been cancer-free after the trial treatment healed her. “Our granddaughter is a treat to be around.”

  “Maybe Isaac and I will plan more nights out.”

  I can hear the suggestion in Veronica’s voice and I second her statement. We say our goodbyes and the three of them head out.

  Veronica and I head up to Flannery’s bedroom to peek inside and we see her sound asleep in her crib. We go and stand at the edge and look down at our little girl. I gently run a finger down her soft cheek and Veronica pats her hair.

  There’s something about having a baby that makes you want to be in constant contact with the tiny little creature. We sneak back out, being careful not to wake her and go to our room. We begin to undress for the night.

  “Could you help me with this zipper?” Veronica asks me.

  I nod and go over to her. She turns around and sweeps her hair out of the way. I slowly bring the zipper down, maybe a little seductively. I run my hand over her back and Veronica leans into it.

  “You know we don’t need a fancy hotel to…” she begins to say.

  “I know, but it was fun to go all out while we reconnected.”

  For some reason, it would have felt weird to make love so close to little Flannery’s nursery, for the very first time since her birth. Now, though, it feels different. Like we’ve broken the ice, and are free to experiment again, whenever Flannery is sound asleep, of course.

  Veronica turns around and puts a soft hand on my chest. I take it and bring her palm to my lips.

  “It was amazing,” I tell her.

  “It definitely was.”

  She drops her hand and steps out of her dress. I go and take off my clothes, leaving only my boxers and a t-shirt. Veronica also puts on one of my shirts and we get into bed together. We curl up and face each other.

  “I love you, Isaac. I love you so much. My husband.”

  It’s just a whisper, but she says it with so much feeling. I thank the universe every day for putting Veronica in my path. She accepted me as I was and there is nothing more I could ask for. She was my fake fiancée when I needed her to be, and now she’s my real wife and mother of my child, because I need her to be.

  She burrows into my chest and I can feel her breath against my shirt.

  “I love you, too, my wife,” I tell her.

  She lets out a soft sound, but I can tell she’s falling asleep. I place a kiss on the top of her head. Soon her breathing is even and she’s fast asleep. Over the monitor I hear Flannery’s soft breathing and soon, I close my eyes and go to sleep, listening to the peaceful sounds of my two favorite ladies.

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  Chapter 1 – Jade

  Gavin and I are taking our first trip on the private jet he just bought. It turns out that when he left the Irish version of the mafia, his dad didn’t take it as badly as we had feared. He gave him a very big sum of money as a parting present, to wish him well in his new relationship with me and also as hush money, to never tell a soul about all the things he had witnessed his dad and his friends do.

  Of course Gavin wasn’t going to tell anyone. He had not only witnessed such acts but had kind of participated in them too, at least by being a silent accomplice and helping his dad clean up the messes. So if he told someone, he would be implicated too.

  He didn’t turn down the hush money, though. And it turns out that there were a lot of people who wanted to give Gavin hush money. They also gave him money for favors to be done in the United States, which they themselves couldn’t do from across the Atlantic.

  Therefore, my boyfriend became a very rich man. He had started out rich but was afraid of losing everything for me. Instead, he gained even more and it was truly his, since he’s his own man now.

  As we pull up to the airstrip from which our jet will take off, I say, “I sure wish Monica and Tessa could come with us because this is a party after all— even if it’s just a company party— and they’re always lots of fun to party with.”

  In typical Gavin style, he responds with, “Clearly, because that’s how you ended up being on stage, where I bought you.”

  I laugh, even though it’s not true.

  “I did that of my own free will,” I tell him. “They didn’t make me. In fact, it was all my idea.”

  “Oh come on,” he says, “You hadn’t ever even partied with them when you nearly got yourself into all that trouble in Dublin, and then the next time you went out with them, once you got back to the States, you were selling yourself up on stage.”

  “Are you complaining?” I ask him, and now it’s his turn to laugh.

  “No,” he says. “Just defending my position.”

  “Well, your position is wrong,” I insist. “I was the one who decided I wanted to go to The Exchange that night, and give up my virginity. I was sick and tired of being ‘the good one.’”

  “At least I came along right when you decided to start being a bad girl,” he says, with a grin, dropping the argument.

  “You mean your dirty little sex slave, Sir,” I tell him, and he chuckles and nods.

  “Anyway,” he says, “Even if your friends aren’t the cause of your corruption, they’re still not allowed on my jet.”

  “And why is that?” I ask, since I can sense from his handsome, devilish grin that he’s about to say something sexy.

  “Because I want you all to myself on there.”

  “I see,” I quickly reply, knowing he was going to say something like that.

  We’ve been together for over a year and a half now but I felt I’d known him from that first crazy day I met him.

  As soon as we get on the plane, he says, “Now, no clothes allowed for the rest of the flight.”

  “It really is a good thing my friends didn’t come,” I remark.

  “That’s right. We’re going to spend this whole trip in our own private little mile high club. They’re not allowed to join this club and neither is anyone else.”

  I undress myself just like he commands. I still like doing everything he tells me to do. My pussy drips wet with excitement as I take off the casual dress I’d just bought at Nordstrom for our trip to Phoenix for The Exchange party.

  The saleslady had told me I’d better dress light because it’s hot in Phoenix. I don’t think she anticipated the benefits of being able to drop my dress at my boyfriend’s command.

  Soon I’m down to my bra and undies as Gavin undresses as well. I unsnap my bra and let it fall to the floor where it joins my dress in a small pile of clothes I don’t need on this flight. My nipples are standing up hard and erect for him. As he takes off his boxer briefs I can see that his cock is in the same position. It’s always ready and willing to take me, and I love it that way.

  “Let me do the h
onors from here,” Gavin says, walking up to me and spinning me around.

  He moves my panties to the side as he slips a finger inside me.

  “Nice and wet for me, just like I like it,” he remarks.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He bends me over a chair while fingering me and playing with my clit.

  “Oh, my God, Gavin,” I say, as I feel the rush of blood mixing with the sensations that are already tingling.

  “You like when I grab a hold of you and rub this really good?” he asks, pulling me against him.

  I feel his cock hard up against my ass and I nod, feeling too good to talk as he expertly rubs my clit.

  “Answer me, my dirty little sex slave,” he says, as he slaps my ass, hard.

  “Yes, Sir,” I answer, and then I add, “I’m coming.”

  “Come all over my fingers,” he commands, pushing them in and out of me with one hand while he rubs my clit with the other.

  I do as he says, and I really don’t have a choice because my juices are dripping out like a faucet. When I’m done moaning and coming, he takes his fingers out of my pussy and sticks them in my mouth, while continuing to rub me with his other hand.

  “Mmmmm,” I groan, slurping my juices off his fingers, my tongue sliding up and down them before I suck on his fingertips.

  He shoves his fingers all the way down my throat while he moves his other hand up to my nipples. He twists and plays with them until I’m begging him, “Please fuck me, Gavin, I need it, I need you.”

  “No,” he says, stepping away from me, making me feel empty without him and aching for his touch. “I’m the one who dictates what happens here.”

  He bends me over and slaps my ass once, twice, three times, each time stinging my ass cheeks and undoubtedly making them turn bright red. He’s marking me as his own, disciplining me for not listening to my boyfriend, for trying to tell him what to do instead of being his submissive sex slave.

  It’s a game we play, and I love it. Even when it hurts.

  He slaps my pussy lips but lighter, gentler. Then he grabs hold of my panties and pulls them until they tear off, the thin fabric submitting to his grasp and breaking underneath it, giving into him as easily as I always do.

  “Now walk up and down this plane so I can admire at your beautiful body,” he instructs me.

  He wants my whole body on display, for his eye’s only.

  Now that’s a command I can easily obey.

  Chapter 2 – Gavin

  Even after a year and a half, I can’t take my eyes off Jade. She’s just as beautiful and captivating as the day I saw her standing up on that stage. I knew then that I would pay any price to make her mine— and I did.

  She’s been mine ever since I took her virginity and claimed her. She still does whatever I want her to do— wherever, whenever. And that’s one of the many reasons I love her.

  As I watch her walk up and down the width of the plane, completely nude for me, I’m reminded of yet another reason I love her. She’s fucking gorgeous, with curves in all the right places: ample tits and a bouncy ass.

  All I want to do is fuck her, but I make myself wait it out as she strides around for me, showing off what she knows I want. When I can’t take it any longer, I corner her and pick her up as she’s standing in the middle of the aisle.

  I put her ass on top of the seat, glad that the pilot is closed away in the cockpit so it’s only Jade and me. I wrap her legs around my head and begin licking her clit.

  “Oh, my, God, Gavin, yes,” she moans, holding onto my hair as my tongue makes small circles around her clit.

  I get bolder, sucking on her clit and then jutting my tongue in and out of it. She begins to ride my face, pushing my head into her pussy while I eat it.

  Her breath gets faster and she pants, “Oh Gavin, I’m going to come.”

  “Come in my mouth,” I instruct, my mouth buried deep in her pussy.

  I lap up her juices as she says, “Yes, sir,” and gushes into my mouth, completely abandoning herself to me, just as I like it.

  Then I pull her down and wrap her legs around my waist. I fuck her while standing up, holding onto her amazing ass while I thrust in and out of her in the aisle.

  “Yes,” she calls out, “Yes, yes, yes!”

  I laugh and kiss her, wondering if it’s possible for the pilot to hear us. If so, I bet he’s really fucking jealous. Everyone wants a girl as hot as Jade, but she’s all mine.

  She grips my sides tight with the inside of her legs while saying, “I’m coming again, you’re going to make me come again…”

  And soon she’s a messy heave of pants and moans, unable to talk except to call out my name over and over again while she comes on my cock. When I’m sure she’s done, I pick her up and let her drop to the floor.

  “Now suck my cock, my slutty little sex slave,” I command her.

  “Yes, Sir,” she says, eagerly taking my dick in her mouth.

  I stare down into her eyes as she plays with my shaft while sucking on the head of my cock. Then she takes it all into her throat and lets me fuck her mouth while she eats her own pussy juices.

  “Hell yeah,” I groan, as I feel my cock filling up with cum.

  But I don’t want to be done yet. I’ve never had sex on a plane and I don’t want to stop short of accomplishing that goal. Fuck, it’s the whole reason I bought this fucking thing. I would have preferred road trips, since I love driving while Jade’s in the passenger seat next to me, singing along to Pitbull or Pink.

  I pick her back up and lay her down across the row of two seats. I reach down and play with her clit while I stroke my cock a bit, drawing out the time before I enter her and come in her.

  “I feel so good,” she tells me, writhing around on the seat, her legs spread and her body on full display for me.

  “Good,” I tell her, as I lean forward and spread her pussy lips wide open with my cock.

  We don’t have to worry about condoms any more, as she’s been on the Pill for a while now. It feels so good to let my bare cock enter her naked pussy. It’s warm, wet and welcoming— all of my favorite “w” words when it comes to Jade.

  “This is amazing,” she says, as I push all the way into her, filling her up, just like I did that first time I took her virginity.

  “Why does it feel so much better in the air?” I ask.

  We both laugh as I thrust in and out of her.

  “Must be the altitude,” she says.

  I pump and push and pull, my cock exploring every inch of her pussy, coming out with her juices all over it and then plunging back in, over and over until we’re grabbing a hold of each other, both at the peak of climax.

  “Jade,” I call out, as I feel my cock pulsing while her pussy quivers. “I’m going to come.”

  “Yes,” she says, clenching my cock tight. “Come in my pussy, baby, come in my pussy.”

  She moans, coming along with me as I shoot my load into her, then hold on tight while it spills out inside her. As both of us breathe heavily, I pull my cock out and look down at the white cream I’ve left inside her, except for the part that is starting to come out.

  “Let me clean this up,” I tell her. “We don’t want to make a mess of the new jet.”

  I scoop up my cum with my finger and then put it into her mouth again. This time it’s my cum she’s sucking off of them, rather than her own.

  “Mmmm,” she says, and so I do it again. “I didn’t know that helping you clean up your new jet would taste so good.”

  I smile down at my funny, beautiful girlfriend while we wait out the time until we can do it again. I intend to completely defile her during this entire trip. We have a lot to celebrate, and this is only the fucking beginning.

  Chapter 3 – Jade

  When the jet lands and Gavin and I step off it, I feel his cum running down my legs. I have extra panties in my roll-along suitcase but I don’t feel like putting them on. What Gavin and I just did was really exciting and I want to be rem
inded of it all day long.

  We’re taken by limo to the Phoenix location of The Exchange, and his hand caresses my thigh the whole time. At one point he slides a hand up my dress but I playfully nudge him away, nodding my head at the driver and saying, “Stop it!”

  But it’s exciting. I love how much he always wants to fuck me. You’d think it would get old after we’ve done it so much, but every time is just as fun as the very first. It’s like a drug and I can never get enough fixes of it.

  Once we arrive at The Exchange and go in holding hands, my eyes bulge at how big and posh-looking the Phoenix location is compared to the one in Boston.

  “This is nice, honey,” I say, squeezing his hand.

  “I told you,” he says, with a satisfied grin on his face. “We’re going to be set for life.”

  “Oh, as if we weren’t already,” I tell him, rolling my eyes.

  But secretly, I like how he says, “we’re going to be set for life.”

  Even though we’ve been together for so long, Gavin still hasn’t proposed. But he does always drop hints like this that make me think a proposal is coming soon.

  I know he loves me and he clearly wants to be with me forever, but he’s scared. He’s told me during his more vulnerable moments— during pillow talk, or on our long, soul-searching drives on road trips— that he is scared he will mess everything up like his dad did.

  I tell him not to worry; he’s a great boyfriend and he’ll make an amazing husband, and father— if we end up having kids. But I think it’s something he has to believe for himself. I know he’s starting to come around; I can just feel it.

  “Right this way,” says a pretty woman in a long dress who escorts us all into an impressive looking theater-sized room.

  She reminds me of Vivian, the woman who approached Tessa and Monique and me at the bar in Boston and invited us to participate in the auction happening at The Exchange. I guess each club has its own “madam” or other women who help facilitate the events and make everyone feel at home.