by Stella Stone
My skin crawls. I mean I knew that’s what we were, but hearing him say it aloud, it makes me physically ill. Hurrying upstairs, I heave into the toilet.
Staying on the bathroom floor, I cry. I knew I would be used when I was sold into a life of sexual servitude.
What I didn’t know was that the man who bought me only did it to have a bit of fun. He doesn’t give a shit, even after spending all weekend in bed with me, asking me personal questions about my life and getting to know me. He would just as easily dump me on the side of the road.
I narrow my eyes, refusing to allow my heart to feel anymore for him. I’ve already started falling, but I refuse to go an inch deeper with him.
It’s easier said than done though. Connery Abbott already owns a large portion of my heart. I’m not sure I could even take it back at this point.
The sexy, tall man with the thick black rimmed glasses is the only man who has ever gently touched me or made me feel like I was anything special.
I’m already halfway in love with him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CONNERY
My phone rings, and I glance at the clock on my computer, surprised that I’ve spent ten hours sitting in this exact same spot. Grabbing ahold of the device, I lift it to my ear.
“Abbott,” I grunt.
There’s a chuckle on the other end, and I’m not surprised to have Whitaker calling me. He sucks in a breath and I roll my eyes because I know he’s getting high. He’s probably drunk too. I don’t begrudge him a little weed or scotch though. I know that his life isn’t all sunshine and roses.
“Get me into one of those auctions,” he says, and if you didn’t know him, you wouldn’t even recognize the slur.
“Sully, the paparazzi follow you around, if they even get a whiff of what that place is…”
He clears his throat, “Me and Aldrich, get us the contact, let me worry about the press,” he grunts.
Whitaker has the paparazzi documenting his every move, not just because he’s rich, but because his parents are famous. His father is from an oil family, but his mother was a famous A-list actress.
He’s made a name for himself modeling and partying throughout his youth. Only the past couple of years has he started hating the limelight. It doesn’t surprise me that he’d want something like this, I can imagine his life is lonelier than all of ours.
“Okay, Sully,” I rasp.
He thanks me, playing off the seriousness of our conversation and asks me how things are with my new purchase. I tell him a little bit about Bexley, nothing too personal. It’s only been a couple of days, and I honestly don’t know much about her, yet.
Ending the call, I shove my phone in my pocket and power down my computer, to go in search of Bexley. The house is quiet as I walk through. My staff long gone for the day, and I wonder where she could be hiding.
The kitchen is empty, the television off in the living room. I doubt she’s ventured too far around the house, she probably hasn’t discovered the game room, or the theater. The other bedrooms are probably undiscovered as well, along with the library.
It’s dark outside, so I don’t look for her there. Heading up to my bedroom, I’ve decided it’s the only place she could be.
The door is open, and there is light spilling into the hallway. She’s in the master bedroom. Quietly, I walk up to it, and lean against the doorjamb, watching her.
She’s beautiful, her sheet of blonde hair hanging long down her back. She’s looking out the window, wrapped in my black robe, stock still. Frozen completely in place, and I frown at the sight of her.
“Bexley,” I call quietly.
She turns her head slightly, her face blank. She doesn’t look like the happy, satisfied girl I left this morning. My frown deepens, but I don’t step farther into the room, I stay right where I am.
I watch as she stands, turning to face me when she does she lifts her hands and tugs the tie of her robe. I watch as it falls down her arms and gathers at her feet, leaving her completely bare for me.
My eyes take in all of her exposed flesh, enjoying every curve of her beautiful soft body. Forgotten is the blankness in her features.
Now, my mind is focused on something else.
I’m focused on her supple curves, begging to be touched. The thatch of light hair between her legs that hides her pussy. One that I know is sore, but still craves my cock, her tits that I can practically taste from across the room.
“Sexy girl,” I grunt.
She doesn’t move, doesn’t make her way toward me to offer any part of her to me. I wait. My eyes slowly drift back up to her face and I’m reminded that there is something very wrong with her, right now.
“Tell me,” I demand.
BEXLEY
He’s demanding I tell him. I know that he can sense there’s something wrong with me, but I keep my mouth closed, my teeth biting the inside of my cheek to stay quiet.
I’m not telling him a thing. There’s nothing to say. He’s said it all already, and what he didn’t say, his assistant, Abbi made perfectly clear.
I shake my head once, attempting to smile coyly up at him. He doesn’t buy it, not in the slightest. He purses his lips together, lifting his hand and uses his index finger to push his glasses up his nose.
On shaky legs, and with a growling stomach, I close the distance between us. Abbi’s words hit home for me today.
I’m not svelte and sexy like she is, and I’m sure that a rich handsome man like Connery can have anyone he chooses, including supermodels. I should be better for him, and that includes skinnier, especially if I don’t want him to get bored and get rid of me.
“What do you want, Conny?” I ask, keeping my voice soft and low.
I can hear my own raspiness, and I hope that he likes it, because I’m not sure I can change my actual voice.
Connery reaches out, cupping my jaw with his large, warm hand. “I’d like for you to tell me what’s wrong with you, but I can see you don’t want to talk right now,” he murmurs.
I shake my head once, watching a smirk tip his lips. He lowers his head, brushing his mouth against my own. “What do you want to give me, tonight, sexy girl?” he purrs.
My entire body shivers from the heat of his breath against my lips. “Everything you crave,” I breathe.
It’s his turn to shiver, and another smile graces his mouth. “I want your ass, Bexley. Will you offer it to me to take?”
I freeze at his words, the meaning soaking in, and my breath hitches. I think about the size of his cock; the girth, and I shiver.
I’m not sure if it would feel good, but his blue eyes are sparkling, and I know it’s what he truly wants. If I don’t give it to him, then that’s one more reason for him to send me packing.
“I’ll offer it, Conny. It’s yours.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
CONNERY
I shouldn’t take it. Just like I shouldn’t have bought her. But I’m going to, and I did. Bexley walks over to the bed, climbing onto the center and bends over in front of me. She thinks she’s doing exactly what I want, the way I want it.
She isn’t.
Stripping out of my clothes, I leave them in a pile on the floor then walk over to my nightstand and pull out a bottle of oil, and a condom. I toss them on the bed, next to her head without a word.
Placing my hands on her ass, I spread her cheeks wide, feeling her body tremble beneath my fingertips. Moving my hands up and wrapping them around her hips, I apply pressure and roll her onto her back.
“You don’t want this,” I announce, seeing the fear in her eyes.
She shakes her head, “No, I do. I swear I do,” she calls, trying to convince me.
I shake my head. “Bexley, I’m not taking something that you don’t really want to give me. I can tell you don’t want this. Although I like control, I don’t like scared women. Get some sleep,” I mutter, standing up tall.
She scrambles to her feet and launches herself at me, her hands landing hard
on my chest. “Don’t leave me, please Connery, don’t leave. Don’t get rid of me, please I’ll be better,” she pleads.
Lifting my hand, I slip it around the back of her neck. Her brown eyes are wide and full of fear. She’s scared, and it doesn’t have anything to do with my cock in her ass anymore, she’s downright terrified I’m going to get rid of her, immediately.
“I’m not getting rid of you, Bexley,” I murmur.
She shakes her head, her brown eyes focused on mine. “I can be what you want, Connery, I swear it.”
I fucking believe her, she’s so convinced that she can be everything my body, mind, and heart desires. Maybe she can be? But more than likely she won’t. I’ve never met anyone who could last at my side, or who I wanted to keep there long term.
“Okay, sexy girl, okay,” I nod, pressing my lips together. “But I’m not taking your ass tonight. I will, but not tonight,” I mutter.
Dipping my chin, I press my lips to hers. I don’t intend to deepen the kiss, but one taste from her has my cock standing at attention.
Sliding my tongue along her mouth’s entrance I groan when she opens. Slipping my tongue inside of her, I taste her, slow and gentle. My fingers’ grip the hair at the back of her head while my other hand drifts between her thighs.
Bexley widens her legs and I growl down her throat as my fingers slide through her dripping wet center. Swirling her clit with my fingertips, I enjoy the way she gasps into my mouth. I swallow it down, wishing I were swallowing her pussy’s wetness instead.
Moving my lips across her cheek, I place them at her ear, whispering. “Lay down and offer this sweet cunt for me, sexy girl, I want to taste you.”
Her body shivers, but it isn’t with fear this time. Lifting my head, I look into her eyes and that fear that was once there, it’s been replaced with desire. She slowly backs away from me, my hands falling from her body, reluctantly, as she does.
She sits on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide, and her glistening pussy waiting for my mouth.
BEXLEY
I’m embarrassed by the way I begged and pleaded with Connery. But not embarrassed enough to hide from him. I want him. Just one look from him and my body is on edge. He not only owns me—he owns me, all of me.
When he sinks to his knees, I arch my back, aching all over for his touch. I expect his mouth to dive between my legs, immediately but it doesn’t.
His hand lifts and presses against the center of my chest, right between my breasts. His eyes lift to mine and my breath hitches at the intensity of his gaze.
“I’m not getting rid of you, Bexley. I’m not getting rid of this,” he breathes as his hand slides down the entire length of my torso to cup my pussy.
I should be offended at his words, but I’m not. I feel my body heat, then flood with desire. I know my wetness is all over his palm, but I can’t seem to care, he’s touching me and that’s all that matters.
My head falls back, as I shift my hips closer, feeling more pressure from his palm against me. I moan at the sensation. He adjusts his hand and two of his fingers slide inside of me.
“Connery,” I whimper.
He grunts but doesn’t make any other move. Lifting my head, I look down at him. His blue eyes are focused on me through his glasses.
My nipples pebble at the heated look he’s giving me, and I wish he could be everywhere at once, in every part of me simultaneously.
“Your skin turns pink when you’re turned on, sexy girl,” he informs me.
I can feel my body heating even more from his words, and wonder if I’m now, in fact red. He smirks, a tale-tell sign that I am. I bite the inside of my cheek, to keep from showing any reaction on my face.
“Ride my hand, Bexley,” he orders. Shaking my head, I look down from his hand, to his eyes. “Make yourself come on my hand, I want to watch,” he purrs.
A shiver rolls through me. The way he says he wants to watch, it makes me want to give him exactly what he desires. He’s on his knees in front of me, his face in direct view of my exposed center, and his fingers inside of me.
My modesty is all but forgotten.
I move, rolling my hips with a hiss as I fuck his fingers. The look on his face, it tells me everything I need to know.
He’s not only turned on, gauging by the darkness of his blue eyes, but the way his lips are parted in awe, he’s loving this.
My head falls back again, I’m unable to keep it held high as I move against his fingers. I can feel my body heat, and that curling in my belly giving off delicious warnings that I’m close.
“Come all over my hand, sexy girl,” he coos. His fingers making a come-hither movement inside of me, rubbing me in the most perfect spot.
My fingers fist in the bedding at my hips and I move hard, faster, gasping for air as I do. His other hand moves between my legs and I feel his fingers pinch my clit.
“Shit,” I groan, my hips jerking and bucking beneath his touch.
He chuckles, “Fuck yes, let go. I want you to fucking let go,” he growls.
I do exactly as he demands, my arms give out from beneath me as my hips buck and jerk, unable to be controlled. The curling tightness in my belly unfurls and I sob, my entire body jerking and shaking as I come.
Connery slips his fingers from my center and replaces them with his mouth. I feel his tongue lap at me, my hips jerking each time it makes contact with my clit. “Your cum tastes so goddamn good, sexy girl,” he murmurs against me.
Lifting one hand, I run my shaky fingers through his messy hair and grip him loosely. “Feels good,” I moan lazily. He hums, as he continues to lick every single drop of my release.
Connery gets off on having control, I figured that out immediately but it’s not the way most men do. He gets off on the fact that I give him what he wants, as if it is all my own idea, when really it’s his.
He likes mind games. Maybe that’s because he’s some super smart tech guy, he needs a partner who stimulates his mind, not just his dick. Whatever the case, I want to be that for him. I want to stay here, I want to be his—forever.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CONNERY
I shout at Abbi to get the fuck out of my room. I’m balls deep inside of Bexley, and for the second morning in a row, Abbi waltzes in as if she owns the place.
Looking back down at Bexley, I can see that not only is she embarrassed, she now looks almost scared.
“Ignore that bitch,” I mutter, lowering my face to brush my lips along her own.
My hips don’t stop moving, my cock still hard regardless of the interruption. Bexley’s hands wrap around my biceps as she holds on while I fuck her. My hips slam against hers, and I grind down on her clit with each down stroke.
The room is filled with the sounds of our skin slapping, and my grunting. My back begins to tingle as my balls draw up and I know I’m close.
“Touch yourself, sexy girl. I want to feel your come drip down my balls, cover me in it,” I softly demand.
Her hand flies between her legs and I tip my head to watch as she touches herself. My cock is glistening with her juices as I slide in and out of her, filling her with each stroke. It’s so fucking beautiful, the way she takes me.
Bexley’s breath hitches and I watch as her fingers move faster just as her entire body locks up tight. I can feel her cunt squeeze me, and I know she’s coming.
I pound into her, closing my eyes and letting out an exhale as my cum fills her sweet little hole. My arms give out, and I wrap them around her and roll us around so she’s on top of me.
She nuzzles my neck and I run my fingers up and down her back while my cock still twitches inside of her. “Are you working all day again?” she breathlessly asks against my skin.
I hum. “What will you do?” I ask her, suddenly curious as to what she did all day yesterday.
Bexley lifts her face from my neck and gives me a sad smile. “I’ll wait for you,” she says softly.
Lifting my hand from her back, I cup her
jaw. She leans her head against my palm with a hum. “You’re mine, but you don’t have to be locked in this room all day. I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to do something outside of the bedroom.”
Her gold flecked brown eyes meet mine, and she gives me a sad smile. “I don’t have anything to do, Connery.”
I smile softly, lifting my head and brushing my lips across hers. “Then be my sexy girl and wait for me. By the pool, in the gardens, in the kitchen, the theater, the game room, pick a place and wait. I’ll find you when my work day is complete,” I chuckle against her mouth.
A small smile plays on her lips and she nods. “Okay, Connery,” she whispers.
Moving my hand, I slide it down her chest, to her breast and cup it, feeling the weight of her in my palm. Lifting my other hand, I do the same, mimicking the other palm. Running my thumbs along her peaked nipples, I grin when they pebble even more.
“When you wait, wait naked, Bexley,” I rasp.
She sucks in a breath, and I lift my eyes from her full tits to her face. “I’m too big to be naked outside of this room,” she announces.
I blink at her words, assuredly hearing her wrong. “Too big?” I ask. She nods, my anger rising. “Who says?” I growl.
Bexley lifts her hands and wraps them around my wrists. “You did. Abbi made it clear you wanted me on a meal prepped plan, and to meet with a trainer,” she says.
What I want to do is fling her off of me, find Abbi and beat the shit out of her. I don’t though. I gather every ounce of my control and breathe in through my nose, and out through my mouth, in any attempt to calm myself a bit.
“Abbi lied,” I simply state. “If you aren’t naked later this evening and I find you, I’m spanking your ass,” I grind out.
Moving my hands and shifting her body from my lap. Bexley looks frightened, but I’m too pissed off right now to assure her that everything is okay.
