Bought for Love

by Michelle Hughes

  It took every ounce of self-control I possessed to walk inside our home and not be the piece of shit that my mind screamed for me to unleash. Even Emily’s sweet smile and warm reception barely kept my ire at the inconvenience today at bay.

  She took Katherine from my arms and kissed her softly. “I’ve missed you, baby girl, did you have fun with Daddy?” I loved watching her one-sided discussions with our daughter, and marveled at the love that moved between them. “I’ll take her upstairs. She looks ready for a nap.”

  My mind was in another world, and I nodded absently, watching her walk away. She always asked my opinion, and I sometimes doubted she even realized it. Emily was truly the perfect wife for me. When she walked back in alone, I assumed the nap had worked out, or the nanny had taken over.

  “You seem tense today. Would you like me to have the nanny take care of Katherine so we can spend time alone?”

  Emily was even more beautiful after the birth of our daughter and I was sorely tempted to accept her offer. She’d lost all her pregnancy weight, and had I not known personally she’d had a child, her body gave no proof of the delivery. Losing myself in her arms would be tender and fulfilling. Had I known I could control myself, nothing would have given me greater pleasure. She had learned to please me so well that I lacked nothing.

  “I’m afraid I’ll have to take a rain check sweetheart. As much as I want to enjoy that sexy little body tonight, I’m afraid I have business that must be attended.”

  My precious Emily was so understanding and smiled warmly instead of pouting, like most women I knew would be when their needs weren’t met. “I know we’ve kept you busy. I love you, Jack.” She stood up on her tiptoes, wrapped her slender arms around my neck, and hugged me tightly.

  How could I not love this incredible, biddable, sweet woman? I hugged her back and looked down into that beautiful face filled with adoration for me. “I love you, too, sweet girl. Believe me, there’s no place I’d rather be than in your arms.” Lowering my lips, I kissed her passionately.

  When I broke away from our kiss, I could tell she wanted more and I refused to let her go wanting. “Is Donna with our daughter?” I whispered the words in her ear, lightly biting it knowing how it turned her on.

  “She is.” Donna was our nanny and since our baby was in safe hands, I decided I had a little time to please her before I took care of my other dilemma. I felt the little shiver of awareness through her tiny form and smiled. She was so easy to read and it pleased me greatly.

  Grasping her hand, I walked her down the hall and into the study. “Lift that skirt, baby, I have just enough time to make you scream before I leave.” She never wore panties under the dresses that were the staple of her wardrobe now, because I didn’t allow it.

  Without any hesitation, she did as I asked and stood in the center of the room, her body bared to me just as she’d been taught. With a wicked grin, I turned back and locked the door behind us, then pointed to the desk. “Bend over it, and hold on to something.”

  She didn’t let go of her skirt and that well rounded, sexy ass was gorgeous as she bent over the smooth wood. It had been a long time since I’d reddened those twin moons, because she never gave me reason to punish her. I ached to do so now, but refrained, deciding pleasure was more deserving. It wasn’t that I truly wanted to hurt her, only that I enjoyed seeing the imprint of my hand there.

  I lowered my pants and underwear, and my hand reached out to cup that perfect little pussy, pleased that she was already drenched for me. “Such a sweet, naughty girl being wet for me already.” I inched my fingers inside that hot heat, stroking the front walls knowing how she loved it.

  Moaning softly, that ass moved in the most delectable way, and I was instantly rock hard. Taking my cock in my hand, I fed it to her slowly, loving how she still tightly gripped me in her silky warmth even after the baby. I rode her, unleashing only what she could handle, and enjoying how her soft cries echoed through the room.

  “Come for me, baby, I want to feel you squeezing my cock.” Increasing my rhythm, I loved that she came hard at my demand. Fuck, she felt great this way, but I’d recently taught her a new way to take me, and I wanted to find release there.

  Pulling from her clenching sheath, I covered my fingers in her dew and prepared her other entrance. “Remember what I told you, relax for me.” My cock probed her ass and I pressed forward with all the gentleness I could afford with my need.

  She moaned softly at the stretching my width gave, and I knew this was still not very comfortable for her. “It pleases me so much knowing you’ll take me this way.” I pushed forward with determination, forcing her body to accept me until I was embedded all the way. The expression on her face told me she wasn’t really enjoying this, but did it to make me happy. That was something I loved about her and reminded me to take things slowly.

  Wanting to please her because of how she gave so much, I reached around and stroked her clit as I began thrusting. I kept my pace slow until I had no other choice but to pound into her tightness as my orgasm built. She was so damn precious! I washed her tight anal walls with my pleasure, remaining until the twitching of my cock receded, leaving me spent.

  She winced as I slowly pulled free, and I rested over her body, kissing her neck. “I promise this will get easier, baby. The way you trust me makes me so happy.”

  I lifted up, bringing her with me, turning her into my arms. “I have to go, but tomorrow night, I promise. Just you and me.” Kissing her again, I truly hated leaving her.

  “Thank you, Jack.” The soft tenderness in her voice was warm and appreciative.

  “No, baby, thank you.” Adjusting her skirt to cover her I couldn’t resist lowering my lips to her forehead and kissing it one last time. “I’ll see you soon.”

  Leaving her was not something I wanted at the moment, and the only sense of pleasure I got from it was knowing that Julia would know I’d fucked my wife before visiting her. I called her to let her know I was coming and to be prepared when I arrived. She was going to pay for forcing my hand tonight and I hoped she was ready for the price.

  When I arrived at the building where I put her up, my mood was darker than even I felt comfortable with. To her good fortune, she was undressed and waiting for me in the playroom. I didn’t greet her or use any pleasantries as I bound her bent over, an exam table with that ass waiting for whatever I chose to do tonight.

  “You have been a very bad girl, slave. Do you know what I do to bad little girls?” She was trembling just like she should have been, but instead of calming my rage, it increased it tenfold.

  “No, Master.”

  Walking over to the wall I pulled down a cane and brought it over to her. She rested face down and I presented it to her mouth. “Suck.” Obediently, she did as I asked, her tongue wetting it nervously until I was satisfied.

  Moving back to her waiting ass, I fucked her pussy with it, showing no restraint. When she was on the brink of orgasm, I removed it and brought it down painfully on the back of her thighs. Julia got off on the pain I gave her, just like she always had. There was nothing sexy about the way she moaned like a cat in heat as I left small welts over her legs and ass. Until she cried, I was completely unmoved as I controlled the movement where I could give her just the right amount of pain that didn’t leave her with permanent scars.

  Only then did my cock rise to the occasion. “You haven’t pleased me, so I’m going to fuck that ass tonight.” I thought of my sweet Emily and how easily I’d taken her, and it pissed me off knowing it was something we’d shared. Not that I would give this woman the same tenderness, but the motions would still be there. I pulled out a condom from my wallet before dropping my pants and underwear to my knees, rolling it over my engorged length, I moved between Julia’s wide spread legs and fucked her without any lubrication.

  Normally, I wasn’t so unfeeling, even with her, but I wanted to hurt her tonight. Her soft cries of pain made my cock even harder as I fucked without consideration. I
came so fast that it didn’t last more than two minutes, and I wished I could have continued hurting her that way. Pulling free, I dressed quickly leaving her bound.

  “Do not speak to Bentley again unless you are in need of medical services. Do you understand?”

  When she hesitated, I picked up the cane and brought it down with a whoosh on her already blood red ass.

  “I understand, Master.” She cried out, past her pain tolerance.

  “Good. And, Julia?”

  “Yes, Master?” Her soft words were tearful as she replied.

  “Don’t fuck with me. I pay for this house, and if you disappoint me I’ll make sure no Dominant in the world ever touches you again. Think about it. No home, no more money, and no more pleasure. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, Master.” I undid her bindings and she slid off the bench, kneeling at my feet.

  Giving her the only compassion I felt she deserved, I stroked her hair. “Remember, if you want to walk away all you need to do is say the word.” Feeling my small amount of affection finished, I walked back out the way I came, doubtful she’d be stupid enough to ever challenge me again.

  chapter Sixteen

  Who is Jack?

  Jack had come home late last night, and I only knew what time it was because the sound of shower woke me up. He worked so hard and I couldn’t be happier that he always made time for me and baby Katherine. I knew he only had hours to sleep before returning to the office, so I’d gotten out of bed, walked to the bathroom and retrieved his clothes for the laundry.

  I’d just finished feeding the baby, and thanks to Donna, I didn’t suffer from the lack of sleep I knew most mothers did that couldn’t afford a nanny. She was truly a godsend. Especially in those first few months when I had no idea how to be a good mother. She’d taught me so much.

  Smiling as I walked them to the laundry room, I cleaned out his pockets so the maid wouldn’t have to later. As I pulled out his wallet, a piece of paper fell out, and I didn’t know whether it belonged there or not so I read it.

  “Julia’s getting antsy. Meet me at the office so we can talk. Bentley.”

  Who was Julia, and why would my husband care if she was antsy or not? With a shrug, I decided I’d ask him later, but knowing my husband, she was some business associate. I had no reason to worry about him doing anything with anyone else. Smiling, I put the note in his wallet taking it upstairs.

  Jack was just coming out of the bathroom when I walked back in the bedroom and I grinned. “How did you’re meeting go?” It wasn’t uncommon for him to have late night meetings so I honestly didn’t think much about it.

  “It was good. Where are my clothes?” He returned my smile and I had to admit he looked sexy as sin standing there in nothing but a towel.

  “I took them downstairs so the maid wouldn’t have to tomorrow. I know you’ve only got a few hours left to sleep.” Walking over to the bed, I slid back in and wished he had more time. I couldn’t get enough of my gorgeous husband.

  “You’re too nice, baby, they get paid to cater to us.” He cast off the towel and slid in bed beside me.

  We had very different viewpoints on how the staff should be treated, but I’d learned not to argue. “It was no trouble. I’d just fed the baby and it’s hard for me to go right back to sleep.”

  “Still, I want to make sure you’re getting enough rest. How did our girl do tonight?” He pulled me closer to his side with one arm, and used the other to turn on the bedside lamp.

  I loved snuggling with Jack, and made myself comfortable in the darkness. “I think she was tired after your outing, she went right down.”

  “Good. I need some sleep, baby.” He got comfortable and I rested my head against his chest in contentment.

  “Who’s Julia?” I spoke softly against the steel silk of his chest, almost lulled into sleep by his rhythmic breathing but remembering the paper.

  His body tensed at my question and he sat up quickly turning on the light. The anger in his eyes shocked me and I looked up at him in confusion. He was now sitting up in the bed, glaring at me. “Where in the fuck did you hear that name?”

  I shrank back against the headboard at the rage in his voice and couldn’t say a word.

  “I asked you a damn question, Emily. Answer me!”

  Tears filled my eyes as he grasped my arms, squeezing without gentleness. Jack didn’t manhandle me so I had no idea where this side of him was coming from.

  “You’re hurting me.” Who was this man in bed with me, and what had he done with my husband?

  “So help me God if you don’t answer me right now I’m going to take you over my knee, Emily.”

  I started sobbing, not sure if I could answer him at the moment, I was so afraid. He shook me and that definitely wasn’t helping me lose the fear. Without warning I was lifted over his lap, and held there.

  “Jack, stop. You’re scaring me. I read a note that fell out of your wallet. Please let me up.” I struggled in his arms, terrified at how he was treating me.

  “What did it say?” He still had me pinned over his lap and the hold he had me in made it impossible to move.

  What had it said? My fear was so overwhelming I could hardly think of anything other than the worry he was about to beat me. “I think it said Julia’s getting antsy.” My words stuttered as I sobbed uncontrollably.

  “Bentley.” The words hissed out of his mouth and his hold on me gentled, still not releasing me though.

  “You shouldn’t go through my wallet, Emily.” His hand rested on my ass and I couldn’t move.

  “I didn’t, I promise, it just fell out.” I hiccupped my response, still afraid he was going to hurt me.

  His entire demeanor changed and I was lifted in his lap to sit. I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face because whatever had set him off was a completely different persona from the man I knew and loved.

  Jack’s hands caressed my hair as he held me tenderly and I had never been so confused before. “Shush, baby, I’m sorry I scared you. Forgive me?”

  I nodded quickly, afraid to do anything else. Trembling in his hold, I wished I knew what I’d done that was so horrible. “Why are you mad at me?” Still crying, I never wanted him to treat me that way again.

  The soothing strokes of his hand over my hair continued and for long seconds he didn’t speak. Instead he lifted my chin and kissed me with all the tenderness that I’d come to expect and I couldn’t think of anything but the touch of his lips on mine.

  He lifted me from his lap after the kiss and placed me back on my side of the bed. “Sleep, baby. You did nothing wrong, I just lost it for a moment.” Reaching back up, he turned off the lamp again and cuddled me at his side.

  Jack fell asleep almost instantly and I rested on his chest, confused about what just happened. He hadn’t answered my question, but whoever Julia was I knew better than to ever ask again. The person he became when I did ask was someone I never wanted to meet again.

  The next morning he acted as if nothing had happened. He kissed me, and said that he’d let Donna know I was sleeping in before he left. That was it. No explanation. There was no way I could go back to sleep now, so I walked downstairs, made a pot of coffee, then pulled out the laptop he’d bought me.

  Sipping on the warm brew, I went through my email. Most of it was junk, outside of a letter from my sister. We hadn’t seen each other this week and she’d asked me to call to set up lunch. I replied to it and scoured through the others. My eyes widened at the last one.

  “You don’t know Jack. If you ever want to find out the truth, write me back. Julia.”

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Michelle lives in Alabama with her husband and four children. As a former singer/songwriter, she began writing after leaving a successful career in music to raise her family. Her love of romance began early in life when she used to “borrow” her grandmothers Harlequin romance novels. When she began penning her own books, she wanted to take those happily-ever-stories and spice them up with contemporary elements.

  Those who know her in real life say that she’s Betty Crocker when it comes to her home life and a deviant diva when it comes to her work. There’s a hidden sex goddess in all of us, and Michelle enjoys sharing her fantasies with readers who enjoy a little extra spice in their reading adventures.

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