Bought (The Owned Series Book 1)

by Derek Masters

  There was something about the way those words came out of his mouth. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but they didn’t sit right with me for some reason.

  “So what are the plans for the day?” I asked, hoping to get the conversation moving in a different direction.

  “I’ve got some ideas, but what we do all depends on you.”

  “On me? What does that mean?”

  “Let’s just say, the happier you make me, the happier you’ll be with today’s activities.”

  He slid out of his seat and came over to sit next to me. Almost immediately, he had his hand on my leg and his lips on my neck. I tried to play it cool, but his aggressiveness was making me uncomfortable.

  “Whoa, let’s slow it down a little bit. There will be plenty of time for that later,” I told him, throwing in a little laugh so it wouldn’t sound so harsh.

  “I’m not a take it slow kind of guy. I live my life with the pedal to the metal.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with that, but I’d like to get to know you a little bit first.”

  “That’s fine. Driver, take us to Cafe Sebastienne.”

  “Cafe Sebastienne? I’ve never been there.”

  “It’s a cool little lunch spot. I know the owner so we’ll be well taken care of,” he announced, moving back to his seat.

  The ride to the restaurant was pretty quiet. It was clear that he was a man who didn’t like to be told no. I worried that maybe I came off too mean. After all, the whole purpose of being a hotwife is to have sex with other men. Still, I don’t think it was asking too much to be respected.

  Being the type of girl who will go to a sports bar and order chicken wings, so to food at this restaurant was a little eclectic for my tastes. Not knowing what most of the menu was, I opted for the fish tacos while Jeff ordered something with goat cheese. The food was decent, but not worth anything near the price tag.

  As soon as we got back into the limo, he started eyeballing me and sizing me up. I tried making small talk and asked what was up next, but he ignored what I was saying. Instead, he kept creeping closer and closer to me until I was pinned against the closed door.

  Jeff grabbed me by my hair and started kissing me roughly. There wasn’t even any warm up. He just kept shoving his tongue into my mouth. I tried pushing him away, but he put his weight on me to hold me in place. After a few minutes, I was able to put a bit of distance between us, at least enough so that I was able to get his mouth off of mine.

  “Jeff, what are you doing?”

  “What does it look like I’m doing. I’m about to fuck you.”

  “This isn’t the way you go about it.”

  “What do you mean? You’re a hotwife, right? I just bought you a meal; now you’re going to give me my dessert.”

  “What the fuck? You think I’m so kind of cheap slut?”

  “Well, yeah. What kind of woman would sleep with men other than their husband if they weren’t a slut?”

  “Wow, okay, we’re done here. Take me home please.”

  “I’ll get you back when we’re done. Don’t worry. Besides, with that attitude, I don’t want to spend any extra time with you if I don’t have to.”

  He went back to kissing me while pulling my dress down, exposing my breasts. Jeff was so strong and pinned me to the door, making it very hard for me to move. He was groping me like I was a piece of property instead of a woman.

  After a lot of maneuvering and wiggling, I got my right arm free and was able to reach down into my purse and grab the mace that Dillon has insisted I buy if I were going to go on these dates. I told him he was being ridiculous, but he refused to back down. I was very grateful for him at that moment.

  I pulled the mace out of my purse, put it right in front of his face, shielded my eyes, and pushed down, sending a pungent spray straight into his eyes.

  As quickly as he pounced on me, he slithered back to his side of the seat.

  “What the fuck? You maced me, you stupid slutty bitch!”

  I didn’t wait around to see what else he had to say. I opened the door, jumped out, put my breasts away, and ran back into the restaurant.

  “Can I help you?” the host asked, sensing that I was upset or in trouble.

  “Where is your bathroom?” I began to cry.

  Inside the bathroom, I brought up the Uber app and set up a ride home. My driver would arrive in about 10 minutes. I also called Dillon, who had just gotten home and told him that I was on my way.

  I was so happy when the driver pulled up in front of my house. It was truly my safe place, my happy place, and I just wanted to be inside with my husband.

  After paying for the ride, I ran into the house, slammed through the door, and jumped into Dillon’s arms. I’d planned to stay strong, but I couldn’t help but break down. My cries quickly turned to sobs.

  “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

  18

  Dillon

  In the entirety of our marriage, I’d never seen Kayla break down like that. She was a tough girl. I’d barely even seen her cry.

  “What’s wrong Kayla? What happened?”

  “That man! He was such a creep,” she said between sobs. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer.

  “Did he do something you didn’t want him to do?”

  “He tried. I kept telling him no, but he wouldn’t listen. At first, he stopped, but after he took me to lunch, he was right back to being all over me. I kept saying no and he basically said I owed him because he took me to lunch. He wouldn’t stop, so I maced him.”

  “I’m so sorry babe, wait a minute, you maced him?” I asked, making sure I heard her correctly.

  “Yeah, I sprayed him with the mace you bought me.”

  We sat in silence for a few moments before I looked down at her and we both started to laugh.

  “I can’t believe you maced someone. That’s awesome.”

  “He had it coming, babe. He might have all the money in the world, but when a woman says no, she means it.”

  “Creeps like that don’t deserve to be with a wife as awesome as you. What did he do when you maced him?”

  “Well, first of all, he backed the fuck up really quick. Then he just started screaming. You bitch! You fucking bitch! I don’t know what he said after that because I booked it out of there and called for a ride home.”

  “Why didn’t you call me? I would have come and picked you up.”

  “I don’t know. I wasn’t sure if you were still working and I didn’t want to inconvenience you.”

  “Sweetheart, you are never an inconvenience. Don’t even have that thought in your head, okay?”

  “All right, anyway, I hope you won’t be mad at me, but I really don’t want to do this anymore. Maybe someday we can explore things again, but this was a really scary experience and it could have gone way worse than it did.”

  “Oh baby, I’m not going to be mad at you. Your safety has always been my priority. If you don’t want to do this anymore, you don’t have to.”

  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little disappointed that the full fantasy wasn’t ever going to happen. Still, the fantasy would take a backseat to my wife’s happiness. Alway. There were no exceptions to that rule whatsoever.

  “Thanks babe.”

  “You know it,” I said, kissing her gently on her forehead. “You know, we’ve been role-playing this for a while. I’ve really enjoyed that. What would think about still doing that with me?”

  “I’ve had so much fun role-playing with you. There’s no way in hell I’m giving that up. I’ll still play into your fantasies, I love it.”

  I held her in my arms the entire night. I knew it wouldn’t make the bad the things that happened go away, but I hoped I could at least console her and make her feel safe.

  The next morning, I had to get up early because I was headed to Chicago for the annual medical conference. The conference is a huge three-day event where we get to learn all about the latest medical advances and e
very pharmaceutical rep on the planet tries to sell us on their latest treatments and medication.

  The sun wasn’t even close to being up and Kayla was sleeping peacefully. I didn’t want to wake her up, especially after the long night she had, so I gave her a kiss on the cheek and crept out of the room. I left her a not before leaving.

  Kayla,

  You looked like an angel sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you up. I just wanted to tell you that I love you and when I get back, I’m going to plan a special night for us. You can call me anytime. If I’m listening to a speaker or something, just leave a message and I’ll call you right back. Can’t wait to be back home to you. I love you.

  Dillon

  19

  Kayla

  It was strange having my weekday night off without Dillon home. Since we’ve been working on things, I’m used to having him with me on my days off.

  I had planned to get up so I could see him off to his trip, but I must have been so exhausted. Still, I was a bit disappointed to wake up and not find him lying next to me. At least he made me smile with the note he left me.

  Looking at the clock, I could see that he should have been boarding his plane. Of course, his flights are always delayed. That was the type of luck he had when taking trips. I can’t think of one single instance when he’s had a flight leave at its scheduled time. Instead of calling him, I decided to send him a text, just in case his phone was off.

  Good morning handsome, hope you have a great flight. Call me when you get there. Love you so much. -K

  Still very tired from all the crying I’d done, I needed some coffee to wake me up. I smiled a huge smile when I walked into the kitchen and saw that he’d already brewed a pot for me. It was a full pot, too, which meant that he stopped for some shitty gas station coffee for himself so that I wouldn’t have to go through the trouble of making any. This was the man I’d been missing for so many years.

  When Dillon had convinced me to get into the whole hotwife thing, I set up profiles at several different dating sites. Well, casual sex sites would be a better way to describe them, cause you’re not going to find your soulmate there.

  One by one, I closed each account, checking out the messages one last time before I did so. I was the type to reply to every single message, even if I wasn’t interested at all. I figured if I messaged someone, I wouldn’t want to be waiting around for a reply if they weren’t into it. Dillon thought it was ridiculous, especially considering the number of responses I received, but I couldn’t help it.

  I had been on a total of four websites, and after a little over an hour, I finally made it to the final site. There was always the least number of messages on that particular site, mostly because the company does a full vetting process to make sure that no psychopaths or serial killers made their way on there.

  For the entire time I’d been on the site, I’d only received two messages, one of which had come from someone who worked for the company and the other was a gentleman who was simply too far away to be practical. Surprisingly, there was a one over the envelope at the top corner of the screen indication that I had a message. I clicked on it to see what it said.

  Hey there!

  My name is Kevin, and I’m a professional male in my mid-30s. I know this sounds strange, but I was just browsing the website and seeing what it was all about. I didn’t plan on messaging anyone, but as soon as I came across your ad, I knew I had to get verified so I could speak with you.

  Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Your eyes are mesmerizing, and your smile is amazing. I see that you’re married and while that’s not something I’ve ever done before, I would like the chance to get to know you.

  As for myself, I have never been married and have no kids. I work a lot and have just never really had time for relationships. I am a very sexual person, but more than that, I am a gentleman. I’m polite, respectful and never pushy. If you’re still looking for someone to play with, I’d love to be considered. Just send me a message and let me know.

  Hopefully I’ll talk to you soon.

  For some reason, I couldn’t make myself delete the message. There was something about it that spoke to me. Instead of trashing it right away, I decided to go check out his pictures.

  He was attractive. Certainly heads and tails above most of the men who had messaged me on the other websites. He was well dressed and had gentle eyes, a quality I admire. In many ways, this man reminded me a lot of Dillon, which in all honesty, I’ve looked for in potential partners.

  His profile matched what he had said in his message. He was a professional man who works way too many hours and misses the touch of a woman. Again, it said he was respectful and not aggressive, which sounded great after what I had been through.

  Intrigued, I sent a message, unsure of when he would reply, if he ever did. These websites were notorious for men that would sign up, send some messages, and then never get back on. A part of me hoped he would reply.

  Much to my surprise, a response came back almost instantly. He said he was working and didn’t have much time to chat, but if we wanted, we could send messages back and forth, and he’d reply when he could.

  That sounded good to me so I posted a response letting him know that I would love to get to know him that way. Something told me that he was a good guy, so I decided to give him a chance. A little conversation never hurt anyone.

  Throughout the day, we messaged back and forth, and he did a great job putting me at ease that he wasn’t anything like the man I’d met the day previously. I’m still not completely sure how it happened, but by the time he was leaving the office, we were making plans for what time he was going to pick me up.

  This man was the complete opposite of the creep in the limo. Kevin was a perfect gentleman. Even though he knew exactly what my situation was, it didn’t stop him from treating me in the same way that he’d treat someone he was dating seriously. Sure, the goal was to get into my pants, but he didn’t act like it.

  We had an amazing date. First, he took me to a cool little sports bar downtown with a light, fun atmosphere. He attempted to teach me how to play darts, which I discovered I was terrible at. Surprisingly, I did even worse when it came to air hockey, but I still had a good time.

  After dinner, we went dancing and a club far smaller than the one Meghann took me to, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Again, the vibe was calm and relaxed, which helped keep me comfortable.

  The flirting between Kevin and I increased as the night went on. The more comfortable he made me feel, the more suggestive my flirting became. Our dancing was downright graphic by the time the night was over.

  “I hope you had a great time,” he said as he walked me outside to wait for my ride.

  Instead of answering, I stood on my toes, wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a huge kiss before pulling him into me so I could whisper into his ear.

  “Why don’t you come home with me?”

  20

  Dillon

  Traveling always wears me out, so I was sleeping soundly and deeply when my cell phone started to ring in the middle of the night. Rubbing my eyes, I attempted to focus on the clock sitting next to the bed. It was 2:21 am, and I wondered who would be calling me.

  When I picked up my phone up to answer it, I was surprised to see that it wasn’t a voice call. Instead, it was a FaceTime video call from Kayla. I figured she must be missing me and since she works so late, her schedule is a little messed up, and she might just be getting ready to go to bed.

  I accepted the call, but I wasn’t prepared for what appeared on the screen in front of me. Kayla was in our bed, on all fours, looking into the camera while someone was fucking her from behind.

  “Hi, honey,” eventually managed to escape her lips between moans and grunts.

  I had no idea who the man was, and I didn’t care. I was instantly turned on by what I was watching. In my fantasies, I always imagined that she wo
uld send me text updates while she was out and maybe a picture or a video clip here or there or that I would be watching her in person. I never even thought about sharing the experience over a video call.

  “Do you like what you’re seeing, baby? Is this what you wanted?”

  “You are so fucking sexy,” I told her while I slid my free hand under the blankets to grab my cock, which had turned hard instantly the minute the video popped up.

  She propped the phone up on the table while she rolled onto her back and the mystery man climbed on top of her. Watching as he grabbed her legs, put them on his shoulders, and slid inside of her caused me to start stroking myself faster.

  Seeing his cock disappearing into my wife was driving me inside. My body was beginning to shake, but not because I was upset. I was shaking because I was so excited

  “Oh my God Dillon, this cock feels so good! Do you see what he’s doing to me? Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me harder!”

  He did as she asked and started pounding into her. I heard her familiar moans, the ones that start to change just a bit as she got close to orgasm. I decided I wanted to participate.

  “Go ahead, Kayla. Cum all over his cock. Let me hear it.”

  He reached down and started playing with her clit while he pumped himself in and out of her. I could see her body tensing up as an orgasm ripped through her body.

  Hearing her getting louder and louder as she came was too much for me to handle. I ripped the blankets back and jerked myself quickly, making myself cum at almost the same time she did. My orgasm may have been just as intense as hers.

  Getting off didn’t do anything to my erection, which remained hard and stiff while the man continued to plow into my wife. I grabbed a hand towel that was near the bed and wiped off before I went right back to stroking myself.