So I pulled her into my arms, showering her with kisses.
“Of course baby,” I ground out. “I’ll write a check to the local women’s shelter tonight, but in the meantime, keep these,” I said, blue eyes blazing, “because I want to strip you tonight, I want to feel that sweet, hot ass on my dick as you’re wearing one of these dresses.”
And she melted against me then, her soft body so hot, zooming to a hundred degrees in my arms, sighing already as she pressed her breasts against my chest.
“Yes, thank you Troy, I appreciate it,” she murmured, dropping kisses against my jaw, my neck. “And of course I’ll let you take my behind tonight,” she whispered with a coy smile. “I want to feel your hot cock in me, want you in me deep and hard.”
And fuck, but I was on her again despite the fact that we’d just been going at in the shower a couple hours ago. Because I couldn’t get enough, I couldn’t get enough of the beautiful brunette, the sweet mixed with sassy, the mischievous mixed with the demure. Ellie was everything to me, the perfect fit for my arrogance, my asshole tendencies, her gentle nature softening my hardness, her playfulness contrasting with my dark.
So I kissed her again, hands desperate, squeezing her breasts, caressing her curves, touching everywhere, every secret place. Because yeah, somehow the tables had been turned. The captor had become the captive and I was powerless before this girl, complete putty in her small hands, ready to jump when she said so, ready to get on my knees and beg.
But again, letting her go was the best thing I could do. It was what she wanted. Ellie hadn’t come willingly, and she deserved her freedom, heck, more than deserved. She was owed her freedom, she’d been abducted and sold like human property, it was fucking disgusting what had happened to her, like we were in some third world country with none of the protections of the first. I was doing the right thing, I reminded myself. Better to let her go than keep a beautiful bird chained, she would die in a cage, her soul would crumple and fold in on itself, shriveling to nothing, and I couldn’t do that to a female I loved.
So as the car pulled down the drive, Ellie’s brunette curls still visible through the back window, my heart plummeted, dropping like a stone to the bottom of the sea. Get with it, mofo, I growled to myself. This is what you wanted, hell, it’s better for you to let her go, to let her live her own life, happy and free.
And taking a deep breath, I returned to the mansion. But that was a mistake, making me even more morose because the place was huge, empty, ringing with echoes without her sweet laugh, the way Ellie literally danced when she walked. Furious with frustration, I almost roared my agony, the way my hands were tied. But wait. There was still something I could do, one last errand, the finishing touch. So I pulled out my cell, and my personal banker was on the line in an instant.
“Ralph,” I grunted. “The transaction’s done. Release the funds.”
Because I wanted the beautiful Ms. Danes to have a good life, and my final gift was the million dollars for the woman I loved, that I cherished, that I missed already, my heart heavy, mood bleak. Ellie was my everything, my world, my heart, my life, and yet there was no way I could keep her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ellie
“Hey, you’re here,” I said, stunned, letting myself into the hotel room. The Club had continued paying for our hotel during our week away, and in fact, had upgraded us to a suite. But the last thing I expected to find was Rachel flitting about inside, pouring herself a glass of champagne from the mini-bar, humming, floating on a cloud.
“Of course, silly,” she chimed, “Where did you think I’d be? You want a drink?”
I let myself into the living room, dropping my bags, still in shock from the events of the past week. Thoughts of Mr. Black spun through my mind, I was hardly able to contemplate anything else, the alpha male had such a grip on my heart and soul. But it was all over and life had to go on. So I forced myself back to reality. Where had my friend been? Rachel should have been in just as bad shape, if not worse, so I looked at her closely, trying to see if there was anything different.
“Are you okay?” I asked hesitantly. Nothing seemed immediately off, but maybe the blonde had been fed more drugs. Or maybe my friend had been kidnapped by aliens and this was a clone in her place, saying all the right things. But no, it was still the same bouncy girl, lighthearted and slightly crazy.
“Of course I am,” she said again, giving me a silly smile. “Are you okay?”
I paused for a moment. Because no, I really wasn’t. I’d spent a week with Troy, one mind-blowing, absolutely incredible week and I couldn’t believe it was over. I couldn’t believe that I’d never see him again, that he’d sent me packing, putting me in the car himself, no, literally hauling me to the car in his arms, making sure I left. It hurt and the tears had started streaming as soon as the car door shut, once he couldn’t see, dripping down my cheeks and off my chin. I’d turned into a blubbering, sobbing mess, heart breaking as the mansion grew small in the distance, disappearing.
Because I’d fallen in love with my captor. Mr. Black was my buyer, yes, he’d paid for a week of my time, for a week with my body, his to take, to own, to possess. But I’d never counted on falling in love, on adoring the big man, the way the alpha male owned every inch of my being, my soul, my heart. And it was everything about Troy, not just the physical. I loved how the alpha took his responsibilities seriously, how he worked hard to ensure success, how he was sensitive and caring about others around him … including me. Because I’d offered him my pussy more than once, confused that we weren’t having straight sex, that we were only doing anal, as much as I’d grown to love his dick in my behind.
“But isn’t pussy what you paid for?” I murmured, turning to look at him over my shoulder. We’d just finished a hot session and were on our sides, the big man’s cock still deep in my ass. I loved it, loved the hot musk, the undeniable dirtiness that accompanied back end play every time.
But he muttered something into the back of my neck, incoherent and inarticulate, nuzzling my skin. So I tried again.
“Troy,” I said more forcefully this time, grinding my cheeks against his pelvis so his dick went deeper, gasping a bit at the sensation. “Don’t you want my pussy? Why haven’t you taken it yet? Isn’t that why you bought me, why you paid such a high price?” I breathed, sweat breaking out on my brow although I’d just come hard, screaming his name lustily.
Troy grunted, lifting his head lazily.
“Honey, I want you to keep your pussy cherry,” he growled after a pause. “I’m not gonna pop it.”
I was completely silent. What? Why? This was totally out of the ordinary, why would he do that? So I twisted in his embrace, seizing his gaze.
“But Mr. Black,” I whispered, my heart beating like a butterfly’s wings. “Why? Why not take it? It’s yours,” I murmured.
And he caught me in a deep kiss then, so moving and thorough that I shivered in his arms, immediately responding. The dark man let out a rumble then, one big hand going up to caress a breast, to pull lazily at the nipple, making me moan.
“Because honey,” he ground out. “You were sold against your will, and I wanna make it right for you,” he said. “You were abducted and then auctioned, and you didn’t ask for any of it. So this is my way of making it up to you, treasuring you. Your virginity’s precious, and I’m not going to take it.”
But I was even more confused now.
“You’re not touching my pussy because it’s precious? Because I’m precious?” I parroted, brow furrowed. “But that doesn’t make sense. If I’m precious to you, wouldn’t you want to stroke me, feel my wetness, make me completely yours?”
And the big man growled then, body hardening immediately once more.
“Honey, you’ll always be mine,” he ground out, body tightening, hand descending to my swollen folds, running through the softness. “Always,” he rasped again. Because of course Troy touched my sweet cunt all the time, made me cum with his fi
ngers while his cock dicked me deep in back. In fact, one of his favorite things to do was to have me on my back, massive shaft pushed into my ass as he slid a finger into my pussy, feeling my hymen, lightly stroking the evidence of my virginity as he owned my behind. So I didn’t get it, really didn’t get where the hesitation came from given how thorough he was with me all the time, using all my holes.
I shook my head, pressing on again.
“No Troy,” I murmured, seizing his wrist so that he had to stop caressing me for a moment. “You’re not doing me any favors by leaving me a pussy virgin. I want you in me, I want you to take me deep, to make me scream with your dick in my cunt. Please,” I whispered, begging him. “Make me yours.”
But Troy was under some weird belief that if he didn’t penetrate my pussy, that I was better off mentally, that I’d bounce back to being the “old Ellie” that much faster. So he stubbornly refused, instead caressing my breast with one hand, pulling at the nip, grinding his hips against my soft behind.
“No baby,” he rasped into my ear. “You’re going to thank me once this is all over. You’re going to thank me even if you don’t realize it now, because you’ll be able to go back to your own life, take up where you left off.”
And I snorted then because there could be nothing further from the truth. I was in love with the big man, addicted to his touch, his voice, his dark, dominating personality, the way he was so confident and charismatic. There was no way I could go back to being plain old me, he’d changed my world, tipped it upside down and there was no going back. So the idea was ludicrous and I wanted to scream at him, or at least have a fuller discussion, but Troy was already hardening once more, dick growing stiff.
“That’s it,” he groaned into my ear. “That’s my slutty baby, be Daddy’s little butt slut once more.”
And just like that, the love play was on again, another deep, satisfying round of anal, so good, so thorough, making me scream with want, desire, my body shaking with love, lust, adoration for this man, taking him every which way, wherever he wanted. And I never got a chance to bring it up again because our week ended the next day and he put me in that town car, literally manhandled me into the backseat, pushing me out of his life.
So I was here at the hotel room once more, limp, drained of energy, disbelieving at recent events. I’d started as a happy-go-lucky girl, a nubile, innocent teen and transformed through a heartwrenching series of events into a woman of the world, a fully-formed sensuous female with a lover, a love, a man whom I adored … and whom I’d never see again.
The realization made the blood drain from my body, my mind whirling with panic and confusion as I sat limply on the couch staring at Rachel.
“What happened to you?” I asked, my voice dull. “What happened at the auction?”
And Rachel was only too happy to share, babbling with excitement.
“Oh, it was wonderful,” she gushed. “I woke up in a small room with a TV screen and there were the most beautiful girls being sold. Isn’t that crazy? I was a little nervous at first,” she confided, “but then I got really into it, the whole thing was so sexy.”
“Rach,” I said slowly, “you were drugged, did you know that? Maybe that’s why your inhibitions were gone, why everything was trippy and okay.”
She frowned, thinking.
“That might be part of it,” she said slowly. “Because yeah, when I woke my fingers and toes were a little numb, but soon they got tingly and I sensation returned. But Ellie,” she added. “I think my system cleared pretty fast because I felt normal in a matter of minutes. I think I was okay,” she said, frowning again.
I wasn’t sure where to go with this. Had my friend been lucid or dreaming? We’d never know for sure now, it was too late to re-visit the past. But still, I pressed on.
“But what about Miles?” I asked insistently. “He was the one who gave you the spiked drink. Did he mistreat you in any way?”
And Rachel nodded then.
“I know, this whole thing only happened because of that Miles guy. I’m so sorry Ellie, I never should have hooked up with him,” she apologized sorrowfully.
I didn’t say anything because Miles was toast now. After everything I’d told Mr. Black, there was no question there’d be blood on the floor. But Rachel went on.
“I know it seems wrong, but the auctions were so naughty, the girls so beautiful and El,” she confessed, blushing a little. “I got turned on watching them. Like really turned on,” she said with a sly grin. “Were you auctioned off as well? Well, no matter,” she burbled on, only too happy to ramble. “I went up after watching a couple of them on-screen, and Rach, I was such a slut,” she said conspiratorially, voice lowering. “They put me in a blue cloak that was velvet, and when they whipped it off, I was completely nude, butt-ass naked, in a small room with all these windows looking at me. But I couldn’t see who was behind the windows, they were one-way,” she confided, voice lowered. “It was so hot, know that there were men looking at me,” she breathed. Oh my god, my friend was literally getting lusty just recounting it, there were stars in her eyes, the way her bosom heaved. But I was getting turned on as well, growing moist, remembering how Mr. Black watched my strip show, watched me dance for him, boobies out, cunt bare. Oh fuck, I wasn’t the only one who’d loved being sold, wasn’t the only girl who lived for her captor.
But Rachel burbled on, oblivious to my confusion.
“Then the cloak was dropped from my shoulders and it was a little scary,” she admitted, biting her lip. “I was nude after all! But I got over it soon because these men in dark gloves started touching me and made me feel soooo good.”
Here I had to burst in.
“But Rach, it was strange men touching you. You weren’t freaked out at all?” I asked, trying to be neutral. Of course, this had happened to me too, and I’d loved it, so I was throwing stones while living in a glass house.
But the blonde just nodded her head.
“Oh yeah, I loved it,” she giggled, throwing her curls over her shoulder. “They’re really talented, those guys, they knew exactly where to touch and how to make me feel good. They should,” she added saucily. “Their whole job is to make girls on the block come. And it was so wrong in every way, their faces were covered with hoods so I couldn’t see who it was, mmm,” she moaned for a moment, eyes closed, re-living the memory.
But then her eyes snapped open and she shrugged with a happy smile. “I dunno, it made me feel so sexy, so hot, so good, and I just went with it,” she said nonchalantly. “I started touching myself and you know, one thing led to another.”
“Really?” I said woodenly. “And then what next? Did they make you prove your virginity?” I asked, disbelieving. Because from what I remembered, my friend had been with dozens of guys, there was no way she was a virgin, either front or back. But hey, the events of the past week had been so crazy, so insane, that anything could happen.
“No, of course I’m not a virgin!” giggled my buddy. “I lost my virginity ages ago to that football player who was expelled from school, remember?” she asked, brow furrowing. “What was his name again? Charlie? Chaz?”
“Chad White,” I said, frozen. “You guys did it under the bleachers one night after a big game.”
“Oh right,” replied Rachel breezily, waving a hand. “Almost forgot. I guess I forgot on purpose,” she said with a giggle, “because Chad was soooo bad, he was my first and I didn’t know better back then, stupid girl that I was. But it gets even raunchier,” she added saucily.
My heart beat like a drum but I remained silent. Oh shit, what was she going to say? That she had sex on-stage? That she let two men take her? Oh god, oh god. But my friend hadn’t gone that far. With another cheeky smile, she said, “I had fun with myself,” she confided naughtily. “It was really hot, it felt so good to perform for all these strange men, I was super wet,” she added with a smirk.
I breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, I’d been expecting the worst, and by
no means was this kosher whatsoever. But somehow, the masturbation didn’t seem so bad, she probably just played with herself a bit, hand between her legs, nothing too crazy. I caught myself. I was the one who was crazy, who was completely bonkers. Somehow in the past week my boundaries had completely shifted, all of this was completely crazy, every single moment, I’d simply become a slut, willing to do anything, willing to accept anything from my man.
But Rachel went on, still clueless to my roiling mind.
“They gave me a huge dildo and I had fun with it,” she giggled once more. “It was amazing, and I did such a good job that they said I set a record price at the auction,” she giggled. “One million dollars! And you know we get to keep half of it,” she murmured in a lowered voice. “So that’s five hundred thousand in my bank account!” she crowed. “Cha-ching!” she sang, miming pulling a slot machine handle. And I was stunned at the turn of events, but Rach hadn’t finished yet.
“By the way, did I mention my buyer is super-studly, a real man?” she asked with a wicked grin. “Ahmed is the hottest guy I’ve ever met and I’m joining him later today in Dubai.”
Now I was completely taken aback.
“Your buyer re-upped your contract?” I asked hesitantly. “He paid for another week with you?”
Rach shook her head, pouring herself another glass of bubbly before handing me one.
“Nope, we’re in love,” she said carelessly. “And for your information, he’s not just “some guy,” or even just “Ahmed.” He’s “Prince Ahmed,” part of the royal family, and I’m going to Dubai of my own free will. We’re going to see what’s in store for us, start dating like a normal couple, you know, see where it goes.”
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