Sold for Sex

by J. A. Bailey

  Gripping at her arse, one thumb snaked down between her cheeks and probed her still wet hole. Her body twisted as a whole new pleasure raced through her and he buried his thumb deeper still, never missing a stroke with his fat cock.

  Daniel pounded into her, the movement forcing her arse to move up and down on that tenacious thumb. His breaths became harsh as her pussy rippled towards climax. Holly clenched her eyes shut as an especially heavy thrust sent her forwards and back, bringing his digit deeper into her arse.

  “Daniel,” she wailed as the fire in her pussy swelled and broke, making her arse clench gratefully at that thumb.

  With a grunt, he spilled his load into her. Her tender pussy walls spasmed as his cum coated her cunt, drawing out her climax. Breathing heavily, Daniel wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up to standing, his cock still tucked snugly inside of her.

  Leaning back into him, Holly closed her eyes as his palms rubbed up and down her body, cupping at her tender breasts. His cock slipped from her and he chuckled as she made a noise of disappointment.

  “Don’t worry, darling, I’m not done with you yet.” Cum dribbled down her leg and Daniel must have noticed as he unbound her hands and turned her to face him. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  Holly sucked in a sharp breath as she came face to face with his bare chest. He lifted a brow as her cheeks coloured while she took in the sight of him. His muscled torso was the same tanned colour as his face and a light sprinkling of golden hair trailed down the his cock. A cock which, by the looks of it, was far from satisfied. Already it was swelling under her gaze. She licked at her lips, remembering the taste of it.

  “Do you want to get cleaned up or do you want to suck my cock?” Daniel asked with a smile.

  “I-I…whatever you’d like me to do, Daniel,” Holly replied meekly.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up first. I want to see your beautiful pussy all lathered up. Maybe I’ll let you suck it later.”

  “Thank you, Daniel,” she murmured as he led her to the adjoining bathroom.

  He escorted her into the shower as if escorting her to a ball, rather than cleaning his spunk off her and Holly couldn’t resist smiling as she considered his very English etiquette. He was every inch the charming Englishman. Except he just happened to enjoy beating her poor skin crimson. Will my skin ever recover? she wondered as she studied the marks that still lingered.

  Stepping in beside her, Daniel closed the door and Holly’s chest constricted as that wall of muscle bore down upon her. She peered up at him through her lashes as he leaned over and turned on the shower. Sighing as the warm jets poured over her battered and used body, Daniel watched her carefully.

  Reaching across for the soap, he looped an arm around her back and hauled her flat against him, her hard nipples prodding his chest. “I didn’t expect to find a sub as perfect as you in a place like this.”

  Before she could respond, he dove down and kissed her hungrily, making her head spin. The hand with the soap in trailed over her back and buttocks, thoroughly lathering every part of her. He paid particular attention to her arse, sweeping it over her anus and occasionally probing it, making her gasp.

  He must be getting me ready for his cock. But any trepidation she felt was gone as he brought up the soap between them and rubbed it vigorously over her breasts and thighs. Then he pressed the soap into her hand. “Clean me.”

  Holly eagerly obliged, soaping his back and taut buttocks as he turned around for her. She didn’t miss an inch, determined to do the very best for her Dom. Her Dom? Holly shook her head as she admired his arse. Her Dom for one night only. Afterwards, she would be long gone. Her heart ached already…

  Daniel turned around and she cleaned his chest and thighs before getting down onto her knees and paying special attention to his cock and balls, working the soap into them until his length was as rigid as it could be.

  She stared up at him as the shower splashed over their bodies, dripping over her face and hair. She didn’t care. As he looked down on her, it was as if nothing else mattered. Not even her uncle and her shitty life.

  Keen to feel more of his solid shaft, she worked more lather over it until he hauled her to her feet. “You keep doing that and I won’t last long enough to sink my cock into you again.”

  “S-sorry.”

  “Don’t be, Holly. Don’t ever be sorry for servicing your master.”

  Your master? Did he feel it too? Or was she just a quick fuck in a line of many, many others?

  She gave him a gentle smile. “Ok, Daniel.”

  Abruptly he shoved her back against the tiles, pinning her there with a hand on her soapy cunt. His fingers worked quickly to make her bud swell and within seconds, she was gasping and scrabbling for purchase against the tiles.

  “Is your pussy sore?”

  Holly nodded. “Y-yes,” she managed to grind out during breaths.

  “Shall I make you come?”

  “Oh, yes. Yes, please.”

  “Good.” His thumb circled her sore clit roughly as two fingers plunged suddenly into her swollen and delicate heat. He curled them round, working at her G-spot as the rough pad of his thumb worked brutally at her nub, the soap doing little to smooth the sensation. “You’re amazing when you come,” he added.

  Holly gripped onto his shoulders as her legs threatened to collapse and his determined hand brought her to the brink, the tenderness of her sex mingling with the pure bliss that his fingers sent through her. He observed as the flush shimmered through her body and she somehow managed to keep her gaze on his, aware this was what he liked. Her mouth fell open in a silent ‘Oh’ as she crested, the climax stealing her breath entirely.

  He tapped at her clit with his thumb until she was entirely spent and her over-sensitive bud flinched under his touch. Mercifully, he released her and rewarded her with another kiss before opening the shower door and helping her out.

  Wrapping a fluffy towel around her, he tugged one over his hips and then turned his attention to drying her. He rubbed thoroughly at every inch of her until her skin prickled and then he patted damp her hair.

  Holly frowned. “Shouldn’t I be doing this for you, Daniel?”

  He shook his head with a lopsided grin that made her heart skip. “No. It’s my duty to look after you, just as much as it is yours to look after your master.”

  There it was again. Your master. Her body softened into him, as if mirroring the softening of her heart. No one had ever looked after her. Not even her hippy parents. How nice it was to be taken care of for a change.

  When he was satisfied she was dried, he led her over to the bed and pressed her down onto it. Daniel tugged at her nipples until they were as tight as possible before spreading apart her legs and eyeing her swollen cunt. He swept a finger over it as he admired it and she flinched. It was so sore, so inflamed, but in spite of this, a fresh surge of arousal trickled out at his touch.

  “Raise your legs,” he ordered as he pushed her legs back, “and hold onto them.”

  Drawing in a shaky breath, Holly nodded and hooked her hand under her knees, drawing her legs back and displaying herself for him. He collected up her cream and drew it down over her puckered hole as it flexed under his touch.

  Chewing her lip, Holly watched nervously. It was easy to imagine submitting her virgin hole to him when in the throes of pleasure but now…now she couldn’t see how she could possibly fit that rock hard cock in there.

  He pressed and teased at her hole, coming up every now and then to draw more of her juices down and then finally a finger slid in. Holly gasped as he sank his thick finger in past the knuckle and her hole clenched around it.

  Carefully he drew it in and out, and she could feel sweat beading on her lip and her body straining under the new sensations. It was far more invasive than his thumb and her body had been too consumed by pleasure to take much notice at the time.

  “Are you nervous?”

  Holly opened her mouth and then clamped it
shut and nodded.

  Daniel tilted his head with a grin and studied her. “I like taking anal virgins,” he said matter of factly. “It’s not so much the tightness but the little sounds and the look on their face as they feel your cock sliding in their hole for the first time.” He prodded forwards for emphasis, drawing a strangled groan from her. “I can’t wait to see your face, Holly.”

  His finger left her and he climbed off the bed and opened the drawer in the bedside table. Holly observed him, admiring the ripple of his muscles as he moved easily. Her heart may have been hammering with apprehension but apparently her body couldn’t get enough of him.

  Yanking out a bottle of lube with a triumphant grin, he settled back onto the bed. “Can you put your legs behind your head?”

  Holly nodded unsteadily. “I think so.”

  “Do it please.” He eyed her as she pressed her feet against the bed and her cheeks warmed as it opened up her arse completely. “Can you stay like that?” he asked.

  “I don’t know.” It was not exactly comfortable but she was pretty flexible.

  Leaning over her, Daniel tugged loose the restraints attached to the brass railings and, with a rip of Velcro, closed them around her ankles, keeping them pinned next to her head. Her breathing hitched and she struggled to draw in air as reality hit in. He was going to stick his cock in her virgin arse. What the hell had she done?

  “Holly, stop it,” he said sharply.

  “S-sorry,” she stuttered out as she attempted to calm her breaths.

  “I mean it, Holly. Breathe. If you don’t, you’ll be whipped again.”

  His sudden threat snapped her out of her panic and she found she could breathe more easily once more. When he seemed satisfied she wasn’t going to pass out from fear, he moved back between her legs and began smoothing in the silky lubricant.

  Holly focused on the rippling of the muscles in his arm and the slight furrow of concentration on his brow as he covered every inch of her bottom, thrusting his finger into her hole with gradually more force and coating her insides with the lube.

  When he settled between her legs, Holly felt the panic bubbling up again as his head prodded her anus experimentally. As he rubbed it over her arse, lubing up his cock, he kissed her, tangling his tongue wildly with hers and drowning out her fears once more.

  “It’s not my intention to hurt you, Holly. I am going to take your arse hard and fast eventually, but you will enjoy it. I’ll make sure of it.”

  She nodded her understanding. Would she really enjoy it? She couldn’t see how, but she knew he wouldn’t intentionally hurt her. That was enough for her.

  With another fierce kiss, he drove his cock forwards, pressing until she was sure her arse would split. It finally opened up for him and she held her breath as his head stretched her tight hole wide. She waited for the pain, but his earlier preparations must have made it ready for him as none came. Her eyes widened as he inched his way in, his own blue eyes watching her reaction carefully as her mouth dropped open.

  The lube meant he sunk in easily and she uttered a choked cry as his huge shaft claimed her virgin hole. God, she’d never felt anything like it. She couldn’t tell whether she liked it or not, the sensation was so exquisitely alien but when he withdrew almost to the tip before easing back in once more, her cunt pulsed with need.

  Thrusting again, Daniel took her arse with more force as her body relaxed around him and Holly took what he could give with increasing eagerness as he told her how hot she was, how tight she was. His solid thighs slapped against her bottom as he quickened the pace and spikes of gratification shot through her arsehole.

  Daniel groans increased and before long, he was fucking her arse like a soaking pussy. With her legs restrained, Holly could do nothing other than cry out as the new sensations tightened her whole body into one trembling mass of pleasure. With a guttural cry, Daniel’s spray spurted into her arsehole, triggering a climax so powerful that the Velcro around her ankles ripped open as her body strained against the restraints. His hot jets continued to fill her arse until he flopped against her.

  Flinging aside the restraints, he eased down her stiff legs and slipped his cock from her pulsing hole. Holly sighed as he rested his head against her neck and she stroked her hands up and down his back. As the world slowly drifted into focus, her heart became heavy. That was it then. He’d got what he wanted from her. And she would have what she wanted soon.

  ***

  Holly snuck out in the early hours as Daniel slept heavily. Once he had cleaned her up again, they talked and ate. He asked her about her interests and her life. She answered what she could honestly, but her stomach curdled with every bit of information she kept hidden from him. He ran a huge software company, she discovered. He didn’t say, but she knew his wealth ran into the billions. She smiled slightly to herself. She’d never expected to be sat having a pleasant conversation with the man that just bought her anal virginity.

  And then he made love to her. At least to her, it felt like that. Tender and slow. Her heart squeezed as she recalled curling up in his arms. She should have stayed - you were meant to stay with a client the whole night if they paid enough - but she just couldn’t. How could she face being dismissed by him after their night was over?

  By the time she had changed back into her office wear, the club was slowly closing down for the night. It shut officially at 3am but because guests stayed over, the music and bar often remained open for the last few guests.

  Sucking in a breath, she pressed open her uncle’s office door, pleased to see he was still up too.

  He jerked his head up in annoyance but quickly grinned as he realised it was her. “You did it then, sweetheart? Gave up your cherry?” He laughed as if he’d made a hilarious joke.

  “Yes I did it. You have one very satisfied customer. Now give me my money.”

  He shook his head with another laugh and propped his chin up on his hands. “You’re a natural, Hol. Perhaps you should consider being a sub instead?”

  “I will not be selling my body for you again, Uncle. Just give me my money and let me go.”

  He pursed his lips and studied her. “No, I don’t think so.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Twenty thou? Do you think I’m stupid? You’re a good girl, but you’re not worth that much, sweetheart.”

  Holly’s chest tightened as her body ran cold. “You said you’d pay me. I gave up my body for you!” Her voice wavered.

  “And you did a great job, honey. I’m proud of you,” he said snidely. “Now you can either go back to your day job or I’d be happy to have you as a sub. Got to be more fun than shuffling paper, don’t you think?”

  “Never!”

  Anger boiled inside of her and she leapt forwards to slap at him. His hand shot out with surprising speed for a heavy-set man and he clenched her wrist painfully before standing and twisting it around behind her back.

  “Justin!” he yelled.

  Justin came hurrying in, his eyes wide as he spotted Holly with her hand pinned.

  “Get her out of here. The ungrateful little bitch obviously doesn’t know what’s good for her. I don’t want to see you again, Holly,” he spat.

  Justin grabbed her arm, yanking it until she screamed and tears beaded in her eyes. She fought against him but his hold was too painful and he forced her out of the office.

  “You bastard,” she shouted as he dragged to the back entrance of the club.

  Pressing open the emergency door with an elbow, Holly braced herself to be thrown across the ground but the pressure on her wrist released suddenly and nothing happened. She turned around to see Daniel bringing his fist across Justin’s face.

  She squealed and jumped aside as Daniel launched Justin through the door. Kicking out at his prone body, he brought his fist across his face again and yelled something about ‘never touching her again.’ Satisfied Justin got the message, Daniel stormed back in and slammed the doors shut behind him.

 
; Holly cradled her sore wrist as he bundled her into his hold and her resolve crumbled. Her tears came thick and fast as her misery rose to the surface. Daniel hushed and soothed her, stroking his hands over her hair and back.

  As she sniffed away the last of her tears, he pulled back to study her damp face. “You want to tell me what’s going on?”

  Holly took in his dishevelled appearance - his tousled hair and half-buttoned shirt. “What were you doing here? You were meant to be in bed.”

  “I came looking for you. I was going to quiz your uncle as to where my sub had gone. I wanted to wake up with you.”

  “So you heard?” she whimpered, clenching her hands together.

  “Some of it. What really happened, Holly? And the full truth this time please.”

  Nodding slowly, she pulled in a deep breath and straightened her shoulders. “M-my parents died when I was young and my uncle took me in. With no inheritance, I was dependant on him. He refused to let me go to college and steadily stopped me from even seeing friends. When I turned eighteen, he made me come and work here, threatening to kick me out if I didn’t.” She eyed him nervously as his expression darkened. “When he said you wanted me, I said I’d do it. But only if he gave me a large sum of money and let me go.”

  “I see,” Daniel said tightly.

  “But he refused to pay. I’d hoped…I’d hoped to be gone before you woke up. You should never have found out. I’m sorry.”

  Daniel shook his head and stepped forwards abruptly before pausing. “Wait here,” he commanded.

  Frowning, Holly nodded and wrapped her arms around herself as she watched him storm off. Was he angry with her? With her uncle? What was he doing? And what had he meant when he said he wanted to wake up with her? Whatever he’d meant, she’d no doubt ruined it now. If there was even the smallest hope that he felt something more for her, her dishonesty had probably destroyed that.