Bought for Love

by Michelle Hughes

  She brought out a protective quality that was foreign in my former dealings with women. It disgruntled me having to restrain my needs to consider another’s, but I would slowly bring her around to fulfilling those desires. Originally I’d planned to separate my sadistic side and keep it well hidden from her innocent eyes. That was no longer an option. Not that I couldn’t play out those needs with an experienced partner on the side, but I wanted to have her submit to me that way. Eventually.

  Training her to be exactly the woman I wanted gave me a strange thrill that had been missing in my encounters before. She would be much more than that. Since I’d decided she was the woman I’d marry and have children with, the added bonus of having a live in twenty-four seven companion was too intriguing to pass up.

  She called my name out softly in her sleep, and it stroked my ego in ways that astounded me. I controlled women’s bodies all the time, but with her, it wasn’t enough. She would be mine, heart, body, and soul. Having no lover before me, each sensation she experienced would belong only to me. The thrill of that knowledge had me craving to slide inside that tight pussy of hers again.

  Being a man that never denied his needs, my fingers moved under the sheet, sliding through the downy curls that covered what was mine, and I stroked her soft folds. Even in sleep, her body responded to my touch and the sweet juices from her pussy covered my fingers as I continued. Still she slept, moaning in pleasure.

  Mine! Entering her with a finger, that moan turned to a soft cry and I cursed mentally. Sliding free, I knew I couldn’t cause her pain this way yet and her body was still not healed. My cock was rock hard, though, and I didn’t like the frustration left in the wake of not getting what I wanted.

  Slipping from the bed, I walked over to my closet where I had a collection of toys that I’d bought for her pleasure. Since I’d refrained from touching her, each time I thought of taking her, I’d added a new item to remind myself she’d soon be mine to play with.

  My foresight had paid off, because I’d wake her up in a way that would leave her aching to pleasure me with that untrained mouth. Ripping the packaging from the toy, I installed the batteries before returning to my bed. She’ll love this, I thought with a devious grin. Easing the sheet from her lower body, I left her exposed for me.

  Turning the vibration on, I rested it against her clit, waiting for the pleasure to wake her up. I studied the perfection of her pussy while I played, massaging in gentle circles until her gasp made me aware she was now with me. “Morning.”

  Lifting my head to meet her startled eyes, I decided that she was pure perfection. Her long chestnut colored hair was adorably mussed, and the way she bit her lip at the sensations my toy was giving her made me harder than ever.

  “Morning. Oh!” This is how she will wake every day, I decided. Those plump little pink lips made a perfect circle as I obviously hit just the right spot with my gift.

  I felt her legs tense and knew she was on the edge. “Not yet, little one.” Turning the bullet off, I tossed it aside. Her soft sound of disapproval moved straight to my cock and I groaned. “Straddle my face and suck me, baby.”

  Still groggy from sleep, she gave me that confused look that turned me on in ways she didn’t know. Grinning, I rested back on the bed, and held out a hand for her. “Climb on.” I bit back a laugh as she tried to face me, not wanting her to be embarrassed over this. “Other way, precious.”

  When it finally dawned on her what I wanted, her face blushed a beautiful shade of pink, but to her credit, she didn’t deny me. Awkwardly, she lifted herself over me, her mouth hovering over my twitching cock. “That’s it baby, now suck me.” Her hesitant lips wrapped around me and I almost came instantly. Fuck for a novice, she definitely turned me on.

  Her pussy rested on my chest, and I grasped her hips to pull her where I could tongue her easily. Her grip on my cock was almost painful as my mouth began working her over, and I grunted sending vibrations across her clit.

  Spearing her tight hole with my tongue, I felt her tense, and reminded myself to take this slowly. Easier said than done when that sexy little mouth of hers had my cock drenched in her saliva, fucking me with an abandon that would make a professional jealous. This was definitely being added to our morning routine!

  She reacted to the pleasure I provided with my own mouth, and I forced myself to be gentle. She tasted amazing, and since I loved doing this, it was no chore to lick that sweet cream her body gave up so freely. Possessing a woman’s pussy with your mouth is the ultimate form of surrender for them. Most men are too stupid to figure this out, though.

  She was taking me deeper than before, and I relished each plunge of her mouth on me. My hips rose of their own accord, fucking her from the bottom. Her little hips were grinding on my face, and I doubted she realized what she was doing. That’s what I wanted from her. To give in to the pleasure I gave without thought.

  As her orgasm drenched my face, she gagged herself trying to pleasure me, and fuck me if it didn’t please! My balls tightened as I came hard, holding nothing back and she didn’t, either. I loved that she was willing to swallow. It was one less thing I’d have to train her for later.

  The only thing she needed to learn was to stop after I came. The head of my cock was sensitive as hell after that and I lifted her up, pulling those bewitching lips away. “I think that’s enough for you now, young lady.” I joined her at the top of the bed, tugging her into my arms.

  This felt right. I was fucking astounded at how right it did feel. “How sore are you?”

  She snuggled into my chest, obviously embarrassed by my question. She’d learn. There was nothing I’d allow her to keep from me. Like the other things, she’d discover that in time.

  “I’m okay.”

  Feeling somewhat drained at the pleasure she gave, I knew I still had work to do. “You sure about that?” My hand moved down her body and I allowed two fingers to slide across the soft folds of her pussy, then I pressed deep inside. She cried out softly.

  “Still sore, I guess.”

  As she tensed against my fingers as they plunged deeply, I realized she wasn’t ready for more. “Never tell me what you think I want to hear baby.” I admonished her without anger, my fingers slowly inching out. “The only way I know what you’re feeling is if you’re completely honest.”

  She nodded against my chest, and another lesson needed to be taught this morning. Lifting her chin firmly, I forced her to meet my eyes. “Words, little one. I like to hear you speak.”

  “Okay.” I could tell it made her nervous, but I was being gentle with her at the moment. There would be time later, when she knew my needs better than to force an issue.

  Lowering my lips, I kissed her. “Thank you.” See, I could be magnanimous when I chose. “I have to leave for work soon, but we need to talk about changing our arrangement.” Now that I had her in my bed, I had no intention of letting her spend a night not in it.

  “Change it, how?” The worry that seeped into her eyes bothered me. She was mine now, and the need for worry over anything should be foreign to her, unless she was worried about pleasing me.

  “I expect you in my bed every night, no exceptions.” It’s what I wanted, and would have. It made no sense not to go forward with my earlier plans of making her my wife. There was no doubt in my mind that she’d be the perfect one for me. Not only would I have her in my bed, but it was one step closer to making my political plans fall into place.

  She was smiling and I could see the idea wasn’t something she would argue over, even if I’d allow it. “Honestly, it makes more sense for us to get married.” Two years from now I would make my debut into that world, and a child would make me seem like the family man the public needed to see. The idea made perfect sense.

  “Are you asking me to marry you?” She sat up in the bed, pulling the sheet with her to cover her body. The look of astonishment on her face was priceless.

  Grasping the sheet from her hands, I whipped it away. “I don
’t like you hiding from me, and yes. We would be perfect together.” Her eyes filled with disappointment and I had no idea why. “I’d expected a little more enthusiasm.” It angered me that she wasn’t elated over my proposal.

  “It’s not that I don’t want to get married.” She nibbled on her lower lips, like she was afraid to tell me what she was thinking. That pissed me off even more. Granted, she should be respectful to me, but it wasn’t like I went around proposing a union like this every day.

  “But?” The tone of my voice showed my anger, and I’m sure my eyes were filling with that steel that made grown men cower in my boardroom.

  Her arms covered her breasts, and I felt my ire increase more. “I guess I just thought when I got engaged it would be more romantic.” The sadness in her sweet little voice made me feel like a complete ass.

  Of course she’d want the hearts and flower shit. What the fuck was I thinking? Just that easily, my demeanor changed. I’d forgotten in my own need to fix the situation to my liking that she wasn’t like the women I’d known before. I could do this for her.

  Sliding from the bed, I knelt down on her side, my hand resting over my heart. “Emily Duncan, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. You’re perfection in every sense of the word, and my heart will break if you don’t agree to be my wife. Will you marry me?” I was laying that shit on thick, but I wanted her to agree. After she gave in to my demands, then I’d remind her who the one was making the rules here.

  The quiet laugh that escaped her lips made me smirk, and I knew it was exactly what she needed. “Far be it for me to disappoint you. Yes. I’ll marry you.” The emotion that filled her face was startling and for a brief moment I thought about what I was doing.

  Love was a foreign emotion to me. I knew that she thought she was in love with me in that instant, and it was humbling. She’d discover soon that I was a cold-hearted bastard intent only on having my needs met. I couldn’t help but worry she wouldn’t be strong enough to handle that truth.

  “We’ll go shopping at lunch for the perfect ring.” It was the least I could give her. Then I gave myself a mental kick. I might not be able to offer her love, but I could give her a lifetime of security. When she grew up a little more mentally, she’d understand that what I offered was even more worthy.

  She was smiling brightly as she joined me on the floor, forgetting her nudity as she walked into my arms. I was still on my knees, a position unusual for me, but it allowed me to wrap my arms around that beautiful ass she had. Knowing I’d met her expectations, my mind turned back toward sex.

  Without conscious thought, I spread those sexy twin cheeks, and trailed a finger over her tight hole. “I’m going to claim this ass soon.” My finger pressed in slightly, and her entire body tensed.

  “You can’t.” A gasp escaped her lips as I pushed in even further.

  “I can. There’s not one part of your body I won’t own, little one. Accept that now.” The one thing I hated above all others was to be told no. She’d just challenged me and would learn the price.

  She struggled to pull out of my arms, and the alpha male in me came to the surface. “Don’t move!” My free hand held her hips immobile, and my finger slid in all the way.

  “Jack, please.” Her plea calmed my anger somewhat and helped her more than she knew.

  “Trust me.” Either way, I’d have what I wanted. It would just be easier on her if she gave in. “Lay across the bed, face down.” Sliding my finger from her tight passage, I was determined to show her who was in control.

  I stood up, towering over her small frame and she looked at me like I’d lost my mind. She had no idea. Since she wasn’t moving to follow my command, I decided she needed a little more incentive. “Baby, I’m either going to finger-fuck that ass or spank it, the decision’s yours.”

  She scrambled out my arms reach. “I want to go home, Jack.”

  I’d terrified her. Fuck. That was not my intention. All I wanted was her to comply with my wishes, not make her want to run from me. Backtracking, I realized I had to make this right. “Emily, do you trust me?” Working on her need to please instead of fear was the right direction.

  Nibbling on her lip, she nodded. “But I don’t want you to touch me that way. It feels wrong.” That sweet little head bowed in submission and she had no idea of how far I would push her boundaries. This was just child’s play.

  “I want to touch you that way. Do you wish to please me?” I knew she did, everything about her was pleasing. It was in her nature.

  “Please, Jack. Don’t ask me to do this.” She was fidgeting now, shifting her weight from one foot to the other nervously.

  Had I been less of an asshole, I might have given in. I wasn’t. “If you want to make me happy, you’re going to lay that beautiful ass across the bed.”

  I read in her body language before she moved to do as I asked that she’d surrendered. The soft slump of her shoulders, and the tiny shiver that moved through her frame, told me more than words that she was completely mine.

  She draped her small frame over the bed, legs still on the floor, and I’d never seen a more beautiful sight. She tensed when I stood beside her, allowing my hand to caress that full, plump ass that she’d almost refused me. “This won’t hurt, sweet girl.” I ached to put some color on those sexy twin moons, but she’d conceded enough for today.

  Spreading her cheeks with one hand, my finger moved back to the tight orifice, and carefully slid home. I wanted her to enjoy this, to understand that by pleasing me, she would only know pleasure herself. There would be time later to be the strict disciplinarian I enjoyed being. She was nowhere near ready for that side of my personality yet.

  “I wish you could feel how that hot little hole grips my finger.” Her pussy was tight, but here? It was a snug fit for even one finger. I’d definitely have to stretch her body in increments before she could accept me. We’d work on that when we had more time. I was already going to be late by taking the time to train her this way.

  This was more about her giving in to what I demanded than actual anal training, anyway. I inched my finger in and out of her tightness. She was still tense, and I knew it felt foreign to her. Bringing my other hand around to her pussy, I stroked her there as well, wanting her to enjoy what I did.

  Her body responded, just as I knew it would. “It’s not horrible, is it?” Continuing to pleasure her as I rode her ass simultaneously, her body was melting under my tutelage.

  A soft moan escaped her lips as I circled her clit and I knew I was touching just the right spot. “No, not horrible.” The words were the barest whisper, and I could tell she didn’t like being proven wrong.

  I rubbed her clit harder and rode her faster with my other finger. “Nothing I do to you is forbidden, little one. Remember that. You surrender to me completely for your pleasure and mine.”

  Deciding she’d learned her lesson as her ass clenched with the pleasure my hand stroking her pussy had given, I smiled as she came hard. I’d remind her of this moment when I stepped up my play later on and it would be a memory she wouldn’t soon forget. Sliding both hands free, I watched her face as she came down from the high. She would learn to trust me in everything.

  “We should shower now.” I waited until she found her feet and led the way into the bathroom. I kept the shower impersonal, knowing if I didn’t, I’d miss my morning meetings. The little power play in the bedroom had aroused my mind more than my body, and we had later tonight to fulfill my needs, anyway.

  We dressed in relative silence, and I knew she was still thinking about what I’d done. I allowed her that time to reflect, knowing we’d barely touched the surface of what I expected of her. The thought of teaching her did force me to control my body.

  With no time, I asked her to dress quickly and getting her to the car was my number one priority before I forgot that I was the boss and tossed her back in bed. We didn’t speak again until I pulled up at her place. I walked her to the front door, waiting unt
il she’d unlocked the doors, before turning her in my arms.

  Kissing her respectfully, since we were in public even though no one was around yet, I reminded her that I’d be by at lunch to pick her up. I didn’t like leaving her, but responsibility always came first.

  chapter Nine

  His

  I wasn’t sure how I felt about what Jack had done. The man confused me more than ever. Was it just my inexperience, or were all men so demanding in the bedroom? I honestly didn’t have a clue. The tenderness between my legs reminded me of how well he’d initiated me into love making, but outside of making me uncomfortable undressing, I doubted I could have asked for a better tutor.

  Sure, there’d been that brief moment when I wanted to punch him in the face because of the pain, but I was pretty sure all women went through that the first time. But the whole bending over the bed while he touched me that other way, that’s what I couldn’t reconcile with the Jack I thought I knew. After I made coffee, I’d walk downstairs and ask Kim. Besides, I wanted to talk over my experience, and she was the only friend I had outside of Jack.

  We were getting married! It was probably too soon. We’d known each other less than a month, but I wanted that. The truth was, I couldn’t see myself ever being with another man after him. Something told me he wouldn’t allow me to be, even if I did consider it. Where that thought came from, I had no idea. I don’t know how to explain it, but I felt like he owned me.

  I guess soon he really would. Being married did kind of give a person that right. Didn’t it? The thought kept playing through my mind as I brewed the coffee. Was I ready to be completely his? My emotions were all over the place at the moment and I wasn’t sure what I was ready for.

  Coffee could wait. I needed my big sister. Now! I decided changing out of the clothes I wore last night was a priority first though, and quickly went back to my room to redress. Sliding on a pair of jogging pants, and a tank top, I quickly made my way out the door and down to Kim’s.