Sold For Pleasure Vol. 3: Dark Erotic Series

by Lucy Lixx

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  Sold For Pleasure

  (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

  Vol. 3

  By Lucy Lixx

  Table Of Contents

  About The Author

  About The Series

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Bonus 1

  Bonus 2

  Bonus 3

  Bonus 4

  Bonus 5

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  About The Author

  Having lived a life worthy of her own Lifetime Channel mini-series, Lucy Lixx draws inspiration from the very pages of her own salacious past. The 30-something, vivacious author pens gripping and sensual tales full of lust, lies and fated desire. Spanning various pen names, Lucy creates stories weaved into elaborate depictions of blissful romance, erotic fantasies, and sensuous taboo.

  On any given sunny afternoon, Ms. Lixx can be found dishing with friends while sipping a chilled latte at a popular java house patio within the bustling metropolis where she resides. Or, you might catch a glimpse of her caught in a loving embrace alongside her own dashing beau.

  Join Lucy as she chases lust, love, erotic desires and ‘happily ever after’, all depicted vicariously through the lives of her well-crafted characters.

  About The Series

  Lucy Lixx is a Madame of all things inappropriate, and her Dark Erotica & Candy Girl Series are filled with scenes and scenarios that would set the average Joe’s (or Jane’s) cheeks ablaze with fire, burning to high heaven. Erotic, smut-filled encounters. Juicy, dripping, naughty little Brats and Bambies find their way into the lust-filled and strapping arms of the older men that make them squirm, begging to be spanked and taught every lesson in between the sheets. Stories so hedonistic and taboo, that you’ll beg for your own front row seat to each sexually charged naughty exhibition that her books unabashedly put on display. Sex. Lies. Secrets. Lust & Romance for all to read, seed and salivate over. Please sit back, relax and take in each and every sticky page, brimming with desire. ~ENJOY

  Prologue

  (Recap Books 1 & 2)

  Before this moment, I was subject to being a pet to a sexual deviant. Bettie and I – the woman who had been a maid in Theo’s mansion – submitted to his every whim, becoming pawns in a pornography network that exploited rope fetish for monetary benefit. It was Claus who would benefit from this game and we would only be rewarded with the most lavish clothing and food – but it wasn’t enough. I was left empty without my darling Norman and his wonderful wife, Courtney, who had given me the entire world.

  Luxury filled me to the brim, but it wasn’t enough. I just wanted Norman, and I wanted to take Bettie with me. She deserved a life of love and happiness just like I did, not the bonds of rope knots we found ourselves trapped within. After feeling hopeless for such a long time, Norman returned and took us away from our miserable living to give us the beauty of life once more. I couldn’t believe I was lying in bed with the three people I loved most, our bodies intertwined and our hearts beating as one. There would be nothing stopping us from being happy, and I was determined to make sure our connection wasn’t threatened.

  It was my victory day. After spending what felt like an eternity in the Henrick Mansion, I was back with the master that I loved and adored. The sweet smell of Courtney’s coconut shampoo filled my nostrils as tears carved rivers of joy into my face. She smoothed them away with her thumbs as Bettie held me from behind, Norman cuddling all of us on the bed together.

  But danger lurked beneath the sheets. It wasn’t an outside force, but something from deep down that we had been indoctrinated to believe about relationships. Little green creatures hid in the shadows of the closet, the room, and right behind our very eyes. It would challenge our love and our connection, bringing us to the brink of destruction…I wasn’t sure if we would survive, but I hoped hard I wouldn’t lose the beautiful fairy tale world I occupied.

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  Chapter One

  After we left the Henrick Mansion, silence filled the car. It wasn’t clear who was driving. In fact, I wasn’t bothered at all with anything outside the car except for the feeling of being held by my true owner. Bettie squeezed my hand and laid her head on my shoulder as Norman rubbed my thigh. She sighed.

  “Is this how it ends?” she asked, rubbing her thumb over my fingers.

  “More like the beginning,” Norman said. “And you’ll never have to deal with that man ever again.”

  “Good,” I whispered in response.

  We were silent for the rest of the ride to the airport, only speaking when the waiter asked us what we wanted to drink on the plane. I was stuck wearing my summer dress and freezing in the cold air conditioning. Norman draped a blanket over my legs after he noticed me shivering.

  “There you go, my dear,” he whispered lovingly. “How are you feeling?”

  I felt weak, like I was about to crumble beneath the weight of missing him. It was still a shock that I was sitting on the plane next to him, that he was holding my hand and rubbing my arm just like he used to do. I couldn’t contain the tears that fell. They slid down my face silently as I studied the ridges of his face, the perfect nose, and his beautiful eyes that washed over my entire being. Bettie was sleeping in the chair in front of me, her soft snores floating over the seat. The plane hit some turbulence and shook momentarily, causing me to grip Norman’s hand.

  When it passed, he wrapped an arm around me and kissed my forehead.

  “I’m glad to have you back,” he whispered.

  It made me smile, the tears flowing harder as I realized I wasn’t dreaming anymore. I had spent so many nights crying over the love lost, over the time I had spent being emotionally invested in this beautiful man next to me. And now I don’t have to worry. I don’t have a care in the world because he took me back and there would be nothing stopping me from enjoying this.

  We landed and I couldn’t make my legs move. I was too tired from the evening’s events to leave the seat, and I knew Norman couldn’t carry me because that would be unfair to Bettie. He took our hands and led us down the stairs to another car where we drove home.

  Home, I thought. My home that I would never have to leave.

  Courtney was waiting for us inside the door and she wrapped her arms around my body like she hadn’t seen me in years. It had only been six months since we parted and I was a crying mess while she stroked the hair from my face.

  “My sweet little darling,” she whispered as she wept. “I wish we had never given you away.”

  I couldn’t say anything in response, my sobs racking my body forward into her beautiful arms. Bettie was too tired to cry, I think. She looked worn from spending so much time pleasing Claus and she immediately collapsed into the couch. Norman lifted her and carried her to the bedroom where Courtney eventually brought me. We curled up in
the double king bed, Courtney holding me and Bettie between her and Norman.

  The four of us were hardly crowded on the gigantic bed. The sheets covered us and we didn’t have to fight for warmth. Norman stroked Bettie’s hair as Courtney rubbed my back, eyes fluttering as a hand floated over my thigh. The tiresome day had left us without energy, but we still wanted each other. It was hard to choose sleep over the intimate comfort being offered. I wanted nothing more than to be penetrated by my sweet Norman, but exhaustion was yanking me down into the world of dreams.

  As I drifted to sleep, lips trailed across my shoulder and nibbled on my ear where they lingered to tell me all about the fun we were going to have. Darkness took me down in an instant, taking me away from my sleeping lovers. Day would come soon and I would be happy to greet them. After a restful sleep, I woke to the sound of Bettie humming over me. She was running her fingers through my hair, tangling them around her thumb and undoing knots.

  “Good morning, sweet Sammy,” she whispered. “It’s a new day.”

  I groaned and rolled over, burying my face in her stomach as I tried not to smile. She continued to try to get me out of the bed, singing songs and trying to tickle my sides. I snickered.

  “Come on, Sammy. We’re making pancakes,” Bettie whispered.

  “I don’t want to get up yet,” I whispered, hoping she wouldn’t make me get out of bed.

  “Norman already left. Courtney is making us food and I want you to join us,” she said.

  “Alright,” I grunted while rolling over.

  The bed was too comfortable, but the smell of food beckoned me and caused my stomach to growl. As I stood from the bed, my sun dress stuck to my side and I tried to fix it.

  “I have to say,” I mentioned. “I wish we still had our closet.”

  “We have a new one here,” Bettie said. “We don’t have to worry about that.”

  I smiled at her, looking around for something better to wear than last month’s summer couture.

  “You can change later,” Bettie insisted. “Come get something to eat first.”

  I followed her out into the kitchen where Courtney was piling pancakes on a plate.

  “Good morning,” she said.

  “Good morning,” I said with a smile. “How did you sleep?”

  “Very well now that I have my family back,” she replied.

  It made me grin to hear her say this, the night coming back to me in waves like a dream. I felt like none of it happened, like we were just waking up on any other day. Claus didn’t exist. None of that dreadful summer had occurred. Everything was as it should be in the kitchen where I could smell hot batter and the delightful scent of Courtney’s coconut shampoo. I inhaled deep the aroma that heralded elation of our previous nights. I was beside myself with joy. I sat down at the bar and dug into my pancakes, commending Courtney for her culinary skills.

  “So, what do you girls want to do today?” Courtney asked.

  I considered the question. There wasn’t anything in particular that I wanted to do aside from walk around the house and absorb the love that had always been present. I just wanted to lie in bed with Bettie and Courtney without having to think about anything else.

  “I don’t really feel like doing anything,” I said between bites. “I just want to rest.”

  “Of course,” Courtney said. “Do whatever you want.”

  It was wonderful being back in a space that didn’t demand my body to do anything. Being with Claus was sort of nice, but mostly taxing. He wanted Bettie and I to perform on an almost daily basis where we would be exposed to the dangers of poor circulation as a result of being bound. The work was almost worse than just being forced to submit to his carnal pleasures, but it also aroused me to be bossed around. It was the same feeling I had when I first started seeing Norman. I just wanted the pleasure of being good, of being rewarded. I knew that came with a price.

  After finishing my breakfast, I sipped some coffee as Courtney expressed her gratitude of having us back. She looked over Bettie and asked her what she had done before being taken.

  “I was a maid,” Bettie explained.

  “Well, you don’t have to do any of that here,” Courtney said. “You are perfectly free to do whatever you want. Within boundaries, of course.”

  Bettie looked at me as if to ask if it was okay. I nodded. Being here was much better than being in the bonds of that demanding man who only wanted us to perform. It was so much better being in this free space. I looked around at the lavish cushions, the french windows, and the antique furniture that occupied the living room leading into the kitchen.

  “You can do whatever you’re comfortable doing as long as you don’t leave the house without permission,” Courtney explained.

  It was simple enough. I didn’t want to do anything without Norman at any rate, and I didn’t want to get us in trouble on the first day. I took Bettie’s hand and we walked out into the backyard, Courtney following to watch us soak up the beauty of the scenery. It wasn’t England, but it was perfect, the greenery stretching around for miles as if never ending. It was the perfect beginning to something utterly beautiful and incomprehensibly authentic. There were no words to give Bettie for her to understand how wonderful it was to be with Norman.

  In truth, the only times she had ever encountered Norman were at Theo’s mansion and the one we just came from. I wondered if Theo had ever forced her to please Norman during his visits. It made me think of the little scene in the office. Our encounter together was absolutely stunning and I found her tongue more than satisfying. It made my thighs tingle to think of our first romp together and I tickled the palm of her hand with my nails.

  Bettie tittered and twitched, turning to kiss my cheek.

  “It’s beautiful,” she said.

  “Absolutely,” I replied. “And it’s ours.”

  Chapter Two

  Across the house, Norman’s cell phone rang incessantly. I peeked out from the office where I was reading an article about koalas. It sounded like the phone wasn’t going to stop ringing and Norman didn’t look like he was going to answer it. I sauntered over to his muscular form sitting at the bar in the kitchen, bent over a newspaper and mulling over what appeared to be stocks.

  “Who has been calling you?” I asked while rubbing his shoulders gently.

  “Oh, no one,” he said while waving his hand. “Just a pesky client.”

  I glanced over his shoulder and noticed that the caller was labeled as “Henrick” and my heart stopped. Hadn’t he already handled this ordeal? It had only been a couple of blissful days since that weird night. What else did Claus want with us? Maybe he was having trouble letting go of his sweet pets who didn’t want to obey him any longer, or perhaps Norman was still doing business with him. Whatever the case might be, he was definitely ignoring Claus’s call.

  As I rubbed his shoulders, Norman sighed contentedly. He took my hand after a moment and held it to his cheek, rubbing my smooth skin against the stubble along his chin.

  “My sweet little girl,” he whispered. “Would you go get your sister? I have to speak with you both.”

  “Of course, sir,” I replied with a grin.

  I went back into the office and took Bettie’s hand who followed without question. Our training was evident in the way we moved and responded, hoping our good behavior would bring a reward. Making love hadn’t been a top priority since we were both still ragged from working so hard for Claus, and Norman had been very understanding of that. We were grateful. As we stood before him in the kitchen, he kissed us both on the hands and began to speak.

  “I’m very glad to have you back, and to have your sister with us now. We’re a family which means we work together with everything,” he explained. “I want you to know that I have a job for both of you, should you decide to keep it.”

  We waited patiently for him to continue, absorbing every word dutifully. It filled me with pleasure to be so attentive to my master, to have him commanding me once more as he
had done so many times before. I was ready to take whatever challenge he gave me. This time, I wouldn’t break at all. I wouldn’t budge a bit, only unless he told me to.

  “Samantha, I want you to be my personal assistant and you’ll stay here in the house as you handle my business outside of my office,” he said to me. “And Bettie, you may have the same job from before. Lord knows we need someone to keep the house clean around here.”

  He paused, waiting for us to respond.

  “Well, I’d be happy to do my old job,” I said. “It would give me something to do during the day.”

  “And I don’t mind cleaning,” Bettie said unenthusiastically.

  “Darling, you don’t have to do that if you don’t want to,” Norman said quickly. “I just want you to be happy. What else can you do that you enjoy?”

  Bettie smiled.

  “Well, I like to sew,” she replied. “I can make quilts, blouses, dresses, and all sorts of things. I never got the chance to practice when I was working for Theo.”

  “That sounds wonderful. Courtney loves handmade clothing. We can get you supplies as soon as she returns,” he said. “Would that truly make you happy?”

  “Yes, sir. It will,” Bettie replied. “I’m happy just being away from that strange man.”

  “I’m sure you are. As soon as I caught wind of what he was doing – exploiting you two like pieces of meat instead of treasuring you like the darling diamonds you are – I came in and played along in order to retrieve you,” Norman said.

  I watched him as he spoke, noticing the crinkles at the edges of his eyes as he squinted while making his point. He frowned hard recalling the way he had felt that day, and it made me yearn for him that much more. I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees and pleasure him back into a happy state of existence.

  Without hesitation, I did just that. I dropped down to the ground and unbuttoned his slacks, slowly prying them away from his hips and down to the ground. Norman watched with awe as I gently stroked the outside of his briefs and looked up to give him a comforting smile.