Bought for Love

by Michelle Hughes

  My hands immediately moved to his chest, not sure if I wanted to push him away and give myself a few moments to gather my emotions, or enjoy the flesh he offered under my hands.

  I couldn’t decide, and my fingers rested still on that heated, hard silk in indecision. “Jack, please.” Biting my lip hard, I couldn’t seem to control my fear now that we were lying here with nothing between us.

  “No, Emily, I won’t allow you to rethink this now.” He reached across the bed gathering his tie, then before I even knew his intentions, he had my hands bound in it and tied to the headboard.

  I looked at him in horror, amazed that he would tie me up this way. “What are you doing?” I struggled at the binding, my breath catching when I realized he had me completely at his mercy.

  I struggled nervously, then realized it was no use. “I don’t think I like this.” My breath expelled harshly as fear overwhelmed all sense of desire.

  “Don’t fight me on this, little one. Look into my eyes.” He waited until I complied then gave me a smile so reassuring it confused my emotions. “Trust me.” Lowering his lips to my cheek he kissed me tenderly, then trailed kisses across my jaw, over my eyes forcing them to close, before finding my lips again.

  How could I think when my fear fought against the tenderness of his lips? It was overwhelming. Our tongues danced together in a kiss so consuming that my heart raced for another reason. With my eyes closed, I could feel the brush of the hair on his legs against the smoothness of my own thighs, and the press of his erection against the dampening folds of my core, the sensations were almost too much. When his hand cupped my breast I cried out against his lips, knowing a pleasure unlike any before when those fingers pinched my nipple, sending fire shooting to my groin.

  He nipped my lower lip with his teeth, pulling it slightly, and I was undone. It happened instantaneously, that overwhelming dip into ecstasy. I definitely wasn’t prepared. My hips arched up, pressing against his shaft as the tremors of passion rolled over me.

  “Oh, baby, that pleases me more than you’ll ever know.” His head lowered from my lips and trailed wetly down to my breast. The way he suckled me had my body building again and I knew how easily he could take me over the edge. This was insanity! My body was so turned on I felt the slightest touch from him would send me tumbling.

  My nipple escaped his mouth with a quiet pop, and I moaned in ecstasy. “I figured you’d be this responsive. How shall I tease you next?” He was chuckling softly as he lifted from me, and I wanted to beg him to join me again. Only my embarrassment kept me from demanding.

  His gaze roamed over me languidly, as if he had all the time in the world to make a decision. I closed my thighs, feeling more exposed than ever as he took in each inch of my flesh.

  “Don’t make me spread your legs and bind them, as well. I want to see you.” Using his hands he splayed them widely. “Keep them there, little one.”

  The concentration it took for me not to move them once his hands left was almost overwhelming. He could see everything this way, and only the risk of him following through with his threat gave me the strength to comply. I understood in that moment that what Jack wanted, he expected to get. It was a defining moment. Had I not been so nervous, I might have thought that through. Instead, all I could consider was that I had no choice but to let him devour my form with his eyes.

  “Fucking beautiful, baby.” He traced his hand from ankle to my sex, and lightly grazed that aching flesh before retreating to the other leg. With a slow patience he trailed his fingers up that one and when he reached the center apex he pinched that small nub firmly.

  Crying out at the pressure I nearly came undone again. He released and moved up to my nipples, giving them the same treatment, and tugging lightly. I had no idea what he was doing to my body, but I could only moan at the myriad of sensations he was exposing me to.

  “You’ll love having clamps on these.” He tugged again, my mind centering on what he was doing instead of the words. “Draw your knees up.”

  Those words I couldn’t ignore and I looked at him in confusion. Without explaining, he grasped each of my ankles and pushed my legs up to the position he wanted. My feet were planted on the bed, thighs still spread wide, and I felt more exposed than ever. In response, I tensed.

  Instead of granting me a reprieve, he put pressure on my upper thighs, until I rested, knees bent, my legs pressed to each side on the bed. “Mm, just like that.” His head lowered and that wicked tongue slid over my silken flesh, nearly making me lift off the bed it was so unexpected. “Relax for me.”

  That pleasurable mouth of his lifted somewhat, vibrating against my folds and I nearly came again. How could I relax? That man was nearly giving me heart failure as his fingers spread the tender nether lips of my sex and ran his tongue along the most sensitive part of my body before delving in deep.

  Gasping as he plunged in and out, my head arched back and my hips lifted up and I gave in to the bliss. Dear Lord, the man knew how to please me and I could do nothing but accept the almost too intense plunging as he continued until I felt as if I’d left my own body. My orgasm pounded through me.

  I screamed out his name, not caring that the sound was so loud it reverberated off the walls. Nothing mattered outside the pleasure that devilish tongue gave me.

  “You can be loud.” He grinned as he lifted up my body, that tongue pressing into my mouth, making me taste my essence as he kissed me without reserve. I didn’t care. The feelings he unleashed in me took away any thought of remorse. When he finally broke away, I was breathless again as I tried to calm the tide of passion he’d forced me to succumb to.

  “That incredible fucking mouth. I want it on me.” For a moment, I thought he was going to release my hands, which had begun to tingle, but he surprised me again. Straddling my face, he lowered his large, mushroom shaped head to my lips, bumping against them. “Open.”

  On a gasp at his intentions, I did and he slid in slowly. My hand wouldn’t be able to stop him this time, and for a moment, I froze.

  “I won’t hurt you, little one. Taste me.” Wanting to believe him, I allowed my tongue to circle the circumference of him. My mouth was dry, but began to moisten as a drop of his pre-come escaped. I knew what it was now because over the weeks I’d read about the response of the male anatomy. Since I couldn’t have Jack, I was determined to learn everything about what made him work.

  I pressed up, taking him deeper, and he groaned. Running my tongue underneath the bulbous head, I knew there were nerves there that would respond. His harsh growl of pleasure proved I was right, but I wasn’t prepared for him to push further in.

  “Fuck, Emily.” He pulled back, realizing what he’d done.

  He hadn’t hurt me, and I discovered I liked the press of his shaft deeper inside my mouth. Suckling harder, I worked my head back and forth, attempting to show him without words that I wanted more. I was only taking a few inches of him, and knew there was no way I could take the long length he possessed, but for him, I wanted to try.

  His hips began working slowly, pushing forward and retreating with just those few inches and my mouth stretched wide. There was something so sinful about him using me this way that it made me groan. A part of me loved that he was doing this.

  His hands gripped the headboard, and I knew he was showing restraint. I wanted to grab that beautiful backside of his and force him in deeper, but all I could do was take what he gave.

  “Can you take more?” The tone of his voice was tense, and I understood instinctively that it was hurting him to hold back. I nodded, unable to speak with him filling my mouth.

  “Hold on then, baby.” Pressing forward, he slid a few more inches in, stopping when my gag reflex took over. I suckled him as tightly as my lips would allow and my tongue traced his appendage, finding that spot again under his head.

  As he began riding my mouth, I wasn’t sure that was the best idea, but he seemed to love it. That in of itself, made me want to give this to him. I r
elaxed my throat allowing him to slide in even deeper.

  “I love fucking your mouth.” Apparently, he did since he let go of some of his control and began sliding in and out, forcing me to use my mind not to panic. Then suddenly he pulled free and was releasing his breath harshly. “That was too close.”

  Lifting himself, he grabbed two pillows, and dragged them down to my hips. “Lift for me.” His words were a harsh demand and I complied immediately. The pillows rested directly under my bottom, making me feel more exposed than even my spread legs had.

  He moved his head between my legs and brought my body to life again with his mouth and tongue. Almost on the edge, he lifted away and I whimpered.

  “I’m going to make you come then fuck that sweet little pussy.” He gave me no time to consider his words, instead his tongue speared my core again frenziedly, and all I could think about was the pleasure he was giving me.

  “Oh God, Jack. Please!” I was so close, he plunged several times, then pulled away to suckle that tiny nub of pleasure and I slid over the edge.

  I cried out his name and that was all the time I had before he lifted his body over mine, and in one hard thrust made me his. I screamed for another reason then, my body feeling torn apart. Going from extreme pleasure to agonizing pain was such a conflict that I didn’t know what I wanted.

  He stilled inside my aching flesh, and I fought back the tears that refused to be damned, instead they trickled down my cheeks. He was so big that he stretched me to the point of anguish. His hips moved slightly and I cried out loudly. “Stop!”

  “Forgive me, little one.” His words didn’t match the harshness of his tone, and I clenched every muscle I had, attempting to dispel him, but it only made the pain worse.

  “I don’t like this.” I didn’t want to forgive him. If my hands were free, there was no doubt in my mind that I’d punch him for the soreness he inflicted now. Once again, I lifted my hips, attempting to get him off me. It was hell since he only slid deeper inside.

  “Don’t fight me. You’ll only make it worse.” That tick was back in his jaw and for the first time I didn’t care if he was angry, this hurt!

  I thought he was finally complying with my wishes as he began to slowly slide from my clenching flesh. Instead he pulled almost out and carefully pushed forward again. “No!” I hated this. The sting of my body being forced to accept him again was too much. Why did I even want this earlier?

  “I promise it will feel better soon.”

  I shook my head, pretty angry with him, but he gave me no choice. With a low grunt, like he was the one in pain, he slowly began riding my body. I wanted to scratch his eyes out at first, but as he continued the non-hurried movements, something changed.

  With each gentle thrust and retreat the pain eased and I started to wonder if he was right. Relaxing as much as I could with his body stretching me to its limit, I was no longer ready to beat him. An odd sensation of pleasure slipped into the mix of agony and I found myself lifting my hips to meet his unhurried thrusts.

  “Thank fuck.” He continued to love my body, slowly withdrawing and then filling me completely over and over again. My eyes widened as that beautiful feeling of need began to flow through my core again. I realized I was enjoying this now. Looking up into his eyes, I smiled, the tears drying on my cheeks as the pleasure overcame the pain.

  “That’s it, little one. Let me love you. Wrap your legs around my waist.” I tentatively followed his soft demand, amazed that I felt him even deeper inside me now. He slid his hand to my folds where we were so completely connected and he began massaging that tiny nub of pleasure as he took his time initiating me into lovemaking.

  That frantic need overcame me again as his fingers worked their magic, and I met each thrust, aching to fall head first over the cliff to ecstasy again. He increased his rhythm and I was gasping in pleasure at how much better it felt that way.

  “More, Jack.”

  He groaned at my words and I could only marvel as he gave in to me, riding my body harder, faster, and deeper.

  Then I tipped over the edge, feeling a sensation that couldn’t even compare to how he’d loved me with his fingers and mouth. “Oh God!” It was the most incredible sensation of my life, and I knew I’d live to only feel this again and again.

  The tempo of his lovemaking increased until he was pounding into me, and all I could do was accept since it helped my own orgasm go on for what seemed like forever. Then I felt the soft stream of his own desire deep inside me, which oddly made me fall over that edge even more, if that were possible.

  He rested his body against mine and I felt his shaft twitch inside me. It was the most remarkable feeling! Covered in sweat, still joined together, I knew I’d never forget this moment as long as I lived. When he lifted off me I cringed at the slight pain of his withdrawal, but it was nothing like the earlier sting that was now fading into the back of my mind.

  So that was making love. I laughed softly, then bit my lip to stop the sound. If that’s what all the fuss was about, I think I finally understood why people felt they had to have it. The tingling in my hands became almost painful and I remembered I was still tied up. “Jack. I can’t feel my fingers.” I whispered the words, not wanting to destroy this moment.

  “Shit, baby. Sorry.” He quickly untied them and I groaned at the feeling coming back, it was like tiny prickles. “Next time we’ll use fur-lined cuffs.” He rubbed the discomfort out of my hands.

  I had no idea what he was talking about, and didn’t really want to think about it, anyway. He drew me down on his chest and caressed my hair tenderly as our breathing slowly began returning to normal. “Thank you.” I felt I had to say something as the sound of our breath was all that filled the room. Nuzzling my face against his damp chest, I doubted I could move now if I tried.

  His deep chuckle rumbled through his body, and his arm wrapped around me tightly. “No, my sweet little angel, thank you.” We rested there in each other’s embrace for the longest time and I’d never felt more content. When he finally did move, I protested with a quiet moan.

  “Rest. I’m just going to start a shower for us.” Leaning over, he kissed my lips before sliding from the bed.

  Resting I could do, it felt like every muscle in my body was complete mush. I never realized that making love could take so much out of you. He returned almost too soon, holding out his hands for me. Forcing my legs to move, I slid them to the edge of the bed and groaned at the ache between them.

  This is a different sensation, I thought. Before I could fully contemplate it, Jack had me lifted in his arms and was carrying me into the bathroom. “I should have used more restraint.” His words made no sense to me, but the steam filling the room looked too enjoyable to ignore. “Can you stand?”

  Grinning at him, I thought it was precious that he was so concerned, but there was nothing wrong with me. I nodded. He lowered me to my feet, and once again that ache between my legs made me groan. Was I supposed to feel this way?

  He opened the shower stall door, and lifted me up again, putting my feet down only after he’d stepped in with me. His body was so beautiful I couldn’t help but admire it and when my eyes rested on his shaft, I saw the traces of blood. Raising my hand to my mouth in horror, I thought I’d hurt him. “You’re bleeding.”

  “It’s not mine, sweetheart.” He chuckled softly and looked down at me, my gaze following.

  I understood that it was from him breaking my hymen, and blushed deeply. “Sorry.” Talk about humiliated!

  “No, little one. I’m the one who should be apologizing.” He guided me under the hot water, and it felt incredible on my flesh. He washed me with a tenderness that almost brought tears to my eyes until his fingers delved through the downy hair of my sex. I flinched then.

  I hadn’t realized it would still hurt, and glanced up at him, confused. “I thought the pain would be over once we made love?” Voicing my concern embarrassed me even more.

  “Your body just needs time to
adjust. The next time we do this, it will be nothing but pleasure. You have my word.” He carefully washed away the traces of blood before guiding me under the stream of water. I tried not to flinch again because I didn’t like the idea of him feeling guilty.

  He washed his own body quickly, letting the suds run down the drain before turning off the shower. Stepping out, he dried himself then held the towel open for me. I walked into his arms, feeling the ache with each step. This was going to take some getting used to, I thought.

  The tenderness of his touch as he dried me off made me hungry for more, and I moaned softly. Was I going to be addicted to his lovemaking now? He’d barely even touched my sex and I already wanted him again.

  “Don’t tempt me. Your body needs time to recover, and I won’t touch you until you’re healed.” At my look of disappointment, he chuckled. “Be glad you’re sore. You have no idea of the things I have planned for you.”

  Confused again, all I could do was stare at him in wonder. Shaking his head, he lifted me back into his arms and carried me out to the bedroom. I hung my head in shame at the sight of blood on the comforter. It was such a beautiful duvet and now it was ruined.

  “Stop.” He ripped it off the bed, while balancing me with one arm, then slowly lowered me back down. “That can easily be replaced. You on the other hand are absolutely priceless.”

  Joining me in bed, he pulled the sheet over our bodies. “Get some sleep before I remember what a nice guy I’m not.”

  Cuddled up against him, I decided I was no match for his bewildering words tonight. I snuggled into his warmth and giving in to his demand easily, I slept.

  chapter Eight

  Owning Emily

  Waking up with Emily in my arms brought out emotions I wasn’t mentally prepared for. She was mine. It gave a new perspective to the meaning as I considered how to proceed with our relationship. In flesh, I owned her, but it wasn’t enough for my possessive personality. In the past if I wanted a woman I simply demanded she give over to me or find her way out the door. That wasn’t an option with her.