His Price

by Leah Holt

  Arching my back, I inhaled a thick breath, ribs pushing my breasts into his chest. The air hitting my lungs felt like I was swallowing bits of flaming ash; the hot oxygen burned as it swam down my throat.

  Hegan pressed my shoulders back, folding me onto my elbows. A single hand dipped into my lower spine, fingers driving in hard to hold me in place. Taking his free hand, Hegan tore at the button of his jeans.

  I wanted him so bad, every piece of my body wanted him inside me. Ready and willing, I didn't need the foreplay, didn't need to be sweet talked. All I needed and wanted was his cock driving in as deep as he could go.

  “Hegan, fuck me. I need you to fuck me.” Using my forearms, I gripped the base of his neck and pulled him down. Running the tip of my tongue over his ear, his body quivered.

  “Fuck, you're wild.” With his pants around his ankles, Hegan palmed the thick shaft pressing against his briefs. “I'm going to give you all of me tonight.”

  Arching one brow, a soft giggle highlighted my tone. “You act like this is the first time, did you forget the sex we had already?”

  Smirking, Hegan hung his head. “Babe, I didn't forget. I could never forget. But tonight, it's not just sex. Tonight is something else.”

  “How so?” I asked, sliding my fingers through his hair, twisting a few strands and rolling them between my grip.

  In his eyes, as he swept them over my body, stopping on my face; a seriousness flooded his expression. “Because I care about you, Noella. I've never cared before. You make me feel something.”

  Sitting quietly, my hands remained toiled in his roots. He rendered me speechless, I could only hold my stare on his face. I felt my chest rise and fall rapidly, ears buzzing with a dull chime that seemed to be set in the distance.

  There was nothing ringing around us, that sound was my heart, pounding so intensely it was rattling my bones. His words filled my thoughts, clenching my stomach and twisting my insides into knots.

  I did that? I gave him something to feel? Me?

  “Heg—”

  Slicing my voice in half, he drove his mouth onto mine. The tip of his cock tickled my wet, swelling clit. He was standing firm, hard and ready to fill my pussy. Wiggling my hips, I reached down and guided his length inside.

  Each inch that spread me open pulsed. Engorged, his cock tasted my walls, the juice dripping down eased him in further. I felt every rippled vein as he slid in slowly. Hegan paused, looking down. I thought he had reached the limit I could take. Fuck, I could almost feel him in my belly already.

  But I was wrong, there was more of him left to go, a lot more.

  In one swift push, Hegan grunted, and his cock was buried inside me up to the base. Tensing around his shaft, I felt him jerk inside me, the tip of his dick tapping the ceiling of my pussy. His head fell to my shoulder, hands squeezing my hips hard, nails digging in firmly to keep me static.

  “Damn, babe. Your pussy's tight. Fuck, that feels great.” His lips vibrated over my skin, thumbs rolling over my hip bones.

  Scooping my heels behind his legs, I whispered. “And that's yours now, all yours.” Laying flat on my back, I peeled my dress over my shoulders. My breasts spilled out, nipples hard and ready for nibbling.

  Twirling my fingers over the firmed pink flesh, I pulled his face down onto my tit. Moaning loudly, he teased my hardened beads with the tip of his tongue. His cock picked up pace and started to slam into my pussy. Each thrust went faster and faster, the sound of his balls slapping against my ass filled the room.

  Standing up, he dropped his thumb to my clit, circling my throbbing button. Tingles tore through my body, bouncing off my toes and climbing back to my head.

  On reflex, I tried to close my thighs, slow down the climax and savor every second of it, but he had other plans.

  Using his free hand to hold my knee open, he thumbed my clit faster, eyes soaking up each twitch he created. And I gave in, letting him control my body, my orgasm.

  My stomach started to burn, the fire rolling up from beneath and coating my throat. Climbing up to the base of my skull, the sparks hit my brain, and I was sent over the edge. My body shook as I came, the slick juices spilling all over his shaft.

  Feeling his cock grow harder, Hegan cocked his head back, eyes closing tight. His chest muscles turned to solid rock, hands digging into my skin so intensely I was certain there would be bruises after.

  With one final thrust, his body stopped. His cock pulsed one after another, the thick come filling my insides. I could feel the warm liquid dripping out, trickling over my ass cheeks.

  With a soft slurp, he pulled himself free. Glancing around he grabbed a napkin that had fallen to the chair, and draped it over his still solid cock. Reaching a hand out, he helped pulled me up and off the table.

  Looking down, a small pool of his pearly come rested on the wood, tiny remnants of what my body couldn't hold in. “Should we have Stefan come clean up?” Giggling I wiped my pussy clean with the soft cloth napkin.

  Hegan let out a loud laugh. “Yeah, he already hates me. Let's not give him another reason to go run to my father about us.” Pulling up his jeans, a firm smile held his lips in place. “That was fucking hot, Noella.”

  “Stop,” I said, a sultry smile spread across my cheeks.

  Hegan stepped into me, adjusting the straps on my dress, he said, “Really, I'm serious.” His massive hands covered my shoulders.

  He made me feel so small. Standing up straight, my head was level with his pecs. His hands were the size of my head. In the grip of his two ham-sized hands, I felt safe.

  The man who had bought me, told me I needed to have his kid...

  He gave me a sense of comfort, a feeling of safety and being untouchable.

  And I... Well, I loved it.

  “Did you really mean what you said? All those things you said?” His hands traced the line of my jaw, and I was fixed on his face.

  “Yes.” His thumb slid smoothly in place. Tipping my chin up, he flicked his eyes between mine. “I can't explain it all, Noella. But I feel it, and I can't just pretend it isn't there.”

  My lips pulled back, a softness washing over my eyes, Hegan wasn't fucking with me. It was almost like I had been hit by a car when I realized it, he didn't have to feed me lines of bullshit to get what he wanted.

  He took what he wanted my second day here, and he had the power to hold me over his head.

  But he never truly used it, he never threw it in my face as a complete ultimatum. He let me come to him, he pulled me into him. Fuck, he could have tied me up and kept me that way till he was done with me.

  Hegan didn't though, he used his charismatic side to reel me in. And I can't lie, he had me wrapped around him the first time I saw him. He might not know that, but I do.

  I knew what was forcing my head to hear a constant drumming; it was heart, my lungs, the blood coursing through my veins. All of that hit me in one instant and I knew, I just knew.

  And he knew too.

  Smiling awkwardly, Hegan dug his fingers into his hair. Tugging it tight against his head, he said, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Shifting on his feet, he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Look, I'm not good at this shit, okay? So stop making me feel weird about saying that.”

  “I'm not trying to make you feel weird, I just know exactly what you're saying. And I get it. Just know I get it.” My fingers teased the belt loop on his pants. Spotting his shirt on the floor, I leaned over and picked it up. “Here. Maybe if you weren't half naked, you'd feel better.” Chuckling I tossed his shirt over his shoulder.

  “Oh, well...” Pulling it over, his head popped through. “Yup, that helps. Now I feel much better.”

  “See,” I said, jabbing my elbow into his stomach. “Alright, so dinner is probably pretty cold now. You want a hot meal?” Tilting my head, I looked in the direction of the kitchen.

  “Seriously? You want to cook?”

  “No, we're going to cook. Come on, let's go see if there's
anything in the kitchen I can work with.” Nodding my head, I grabbed his hand and started to lead him away.

  “Oh, no. No, I can't cook. Trust me.” His feet started to sludge across the floor.

  I wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. Angling my head, my eyes narrowed playfully. “You don't have a choice.” Glaring my teeth, my lip curled up.

  He got the joke instantly. Hegan's smile split wide across his face, laughing gently. “Ha, ha, very funny. Alright, let's go cook. But don't say I didn't warn you.”

  “I won't.” Gripping his hand, my fingers twined inside his.

  My hand, resting in his, it felt right. It was the most difficult thing to explain and understand.

  I came here under the impression of a party, a dance. That was the job. And here I was fucking the hottest man in the state, after he tells me he paid for me like a fucking loaf of bread. And to top it off, he expected me to have his baby.

  After a lot of thought and weighing my options, having his baby did seem like the best thing to do. But not only for me, for Hegan too.

  After watching him get completely mind fucked by his father, and to see the life deflate around him, I wanted to do this for him too.

  Now my feelings were knotting around his, coiling up tight. The things he said, the truthfulness to his tone and words. He already had my agreement, he didn't need to say any of that shit to me.

  But he did.

  This weekend hadn't been anything like I'd thought it would be.

  Call me crazy if you want to.

  But this weekend turned out to be way better than I had expected.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Noella

  Two weeks later

  I'm late. I'm four days late. Pacing in the bathroom, I buried my arms into my chest, heart racing wildly. You can't get pregnant that soon, can you? No. That shit takes time. I've read about it in those pamphlets at the doctor's office.

  Every year at my annual— spread your legs so I can insert these metal pliers and make you really uncomfortable— appointment, I pick up the tiny booklets and scan them. They all talk about how pregnancy can take time, and not to get discouraged. They said that for some woman it could take up to a year before actually getting pregnant.

  Stress, I bet I'm late because of stress.

  Between my mom, and the shit with Hegan... To say I wasn't stressed would be a lie. Hegan and myself stayed at his mansion through the weekend, and it was the best two days of my life.

  And after leaving there, we've seen each other pretty much everyday. It was nice to have someone in my life. Someone who actually seemed to enjoy the real me.

  That didn't happen, ever.

  I was able to cut down on my shifts at Tigress, only needing to work one night on the weekend now. Hegan didn't actually know how much I owed Gloria, and I wasn't going to tell him. That was my debt, not his to clean up for me.

  He repeatedly laid the offer on my plate, giving me the out of my debt to her. But I didn't feel comfortable having him do that. He already set up the future treatments for mom, and that was more than I could ask for.

  But I was getting nervous. I had agreed to do this, to have his child, but that didn't mean I wasn't scared shit to think I could be pregnant.

  My eyes kept flickering back and forth between the floor, my fingers, and the small plastic strip on the sink. Three minutes, wait three minutes. Fuck you would think with all the medical advances there would be a test that could tell you instantly.

  The ringing of my phone shot through my ears, my body shuddered instantly. I had been so far inside my own head it scared the piss out of me.

  Fumbling my cell, I almost dropped it in the toilet. “Hello?” I said, before actually clicking the answer button. I thought my thumb was going to crash through the screen as I hit the button again. “Hello?”

  “Hey, it's me. You alright? You sound like you've been running a damn marathon.” Hegan's soothing voice flowed through the speaker. My nerves spiking and calming in the same breath.

  “Hi, yeah, I'm fine. Just... Just had to run for the phone is all.” Clearing my throat, I didn't want to tell him exactly what I was doing. If it came back negative, there was no reason to get his hopes up.

  It was strange really, having only known him for such a short time, and yet I felt like we had known each other for years.

  “You're still coming tonight right?” he asked.

  Pausing briefly, I'd forgotten about his family's Christmas party. “Yeah, yeah. I'm still coming. It's at six, right?” Biting my thumbnail, my eyes kept glancing over at the pregnancy test.

  “Sure is. Get ready for the wildest time of your life with these old prestigious drunks.” A nervous giggle escaped my throat. “You sure you're okay?” The concern in his voice peppered his tone.

  “Yeah, I'm fine. I'm going to hop in the shower and I'll see you later, okay?” Trying to ground myself, I leveled the butterflies swarming in my belly.

  “Alright, see you tonight, Babe.” I could hear the smile in his words. I wished I could pull one out of my thoughts, but the only thing coating my brain at the moment was the terror of waiting for that test to finish.

  Hanging up the phone, I closed my eyes tight. I wasn't sure if I wanted to see a positive result or not. Exhaling a heavy burst of air, I opened my lids.

  One.

  Two.

  Three.

  Forcing the muscles in my neck to loosen, my head fell forward.

  And...

  ***

  My car felt out of place, a grain of dirt in a sea of glass. Turning my head to a soft tap against the window, a man stood outside dressed in a crisp tailored suit.

  Rolling down the glass, I asked, “Yes?”

  “Can I park the car for you, Miss?” The gentleman hovered forward, hand on my door handle.

  Seriously? Valet parking, are you fucking kidding me?

  “Okay.” The words drew out over my tongue. It was such a bizarre thing to see at someone's home. Granted, this wasn't your typical house, it was another mansion beyond anything I'd seen before. It had to be ten times bigger than one I stayed in with Hegan on Martha's Vineyard.

  As the valet opened my door, his hand came down to aid me out. Dropping my heels to the cold pavement, a brisk wind flew over my skin; the touch of winter in New England.

  “I got it, Anthony.” The deep baritone voice crept in from the shadows. Hegan was standing behind the young man, a shadow in the dark night sky.

  “Oh, sure, Mr. Alexander. Sorry.” The boy, who looked no older than seventeen, stepped to the side.

  “May I?” Hegan said, his hand held open with the palm up, free hand draped across his lower back.

  He looked amazing; a well fitted black blazer hung over his tight blue t-shirt. Even in the dark driveway, the ripples of his chest stood out, hugged by the fabric perfectly.

  “Why thank you.” Smiling, I gripped his hand and exited the car.

  His eyes rode the length of my jacket, slowly climbing back up to my face. “I can't wait to see you what you have under that.”

  “Well don't get too excited. It's much more appropriate compared to the second skin I wore to that lunch with your parents.” Chuckling, I turned to the valet driver. “Careful, sometimes first gear sticks, so go easy with the clutch.” Tossing him the keys, I cupped my arm in Hegan's.

  “When are you going to let me buy you a new car?” Hegan asked.

  “Why? This one runs fine.” Arching my lip, I clasped my hand around the muscle of his arm.

  Hegan let out a light laugh as we made our way up to the house. “My mom's been asking me about you.”

  “Oh yeah, and what have you said? All good things I hope.” Veering up at him, my heels clicked across the smooth granite steps.

  “Good things?” Cocking his head to the side, he said, “I told her the truth. That you're a serial killer stalker, who won't leave me alone.”

  Grinding my elbow into his ribs, I huffed under my breath. “
I thought that's what you liked about me?”

  Hegan chuckled, scooping his arm around my waist, and pulling me in tighter. It felt good being in his arms, everything around me melted away. All my fears, all my doubts, they all disappeared when we were together.

  Opening the door, I was hit with the sound of music, glazed in laughter and loud voices. It streamed through the wave of warm air and scent of cinnamon. Now this is a party. I thought as my coat was stripped off my back by another servant of the Alexander family.

  Walking through the great room, there were people everywhere. Hoards of unfamiliar faces filled the space. Looking around, the place was brightly lit in white lights, holly berry bushels, and decorations out the ass.

  To top it all off, there was the biggest Christmas tree I had ever seen set in the middle of the room. It had to be fifteen feet high, blaring in all its glory.

  “Wow.” The only sound I could make, barely audible out of my lips.

  “You can say that again,” Hegan said, eyes eating me up as I stood beside him. “That dress is amazing.” He studied the rich purple teacup dress I was wearing.

  I could feel my cheeks flush red, bowing my head into my chest, I pushed back a curl of hair behind my ear. “Not me, this place. It's incredible.”

  “Yeah, I guess. They do this every year, throw a huge party for all their socialites.” Hegan buried a hand in his pocket, the other falling to his hip. “To be honest, this is the first one I looked forward to.”

  “How come?” Tilting my head, I fingered the cuff of his sleeve.

  “Because I don't feel completely alone.” His fingers glided between mine, squeezing firmly. “You're here with me.”

  From the far side of the room, a loud burst crushed through the air. Snapping my head to look, I saw his dad holding a bottle of champagne, tipping it into glasses for a small group surrounding him. His head turned towards us, mouth opened in a wide smile.

  Waving his arm over his head, he flagged us over. “Welcome, Noella!” His half drunken speech bellowed through his lips.