Sold

by Jaymie Holland

  A heady thrill caused her to shiver as he watched her with his dark eyes. They told her nothing, but the intensity of his expression made her obey.

  Focusing on Zach, she slowly pushed down one stocking in a sensual movement. She could tell her teasing was working as his jaw tightened and his eyes seem to grow darker than they already were. She eased it over her foot then handed the stocking to him.

  “Faster this time.” His words came out dangerously low and she felt the urge to obey.

  She hurried to take off the other stocking and gave it to him. He took her by her upper arms and turned her so that she was facing away from him, then pulled her wrists behind her back. She felt the silk of her stockings as he wrapped one around each of her wrists and tied it securely.

  “Last chance.” He rested his hands on her shoulders and moved his mouth to her ear. “Unless you’ve changed your mind, from this point on, you’re mine.”

  Her heart beat a little faster. “Yes.”

  “Tell me you’re mine.” He brought her up close, her back up against his chest, and he pulled back her head again by her hair. “I want to hear it.”

  “I’m yours.” Something like electricity sizzled through her as she spoke. He had her head pulled back so far that she could see his eyes as he looked down at her. He suddenly looked dark and dangerous.

  “Yes,” he said in a way that made her shiver. “You are mine.”

  Chapter 5

  Zach smoothed her hair away from her face so that it hung down her back. He caressed her cheek with the other stocking, and as she felt its softness she parted her lips. He slid the stocking between her lips as he wrapped it around her head, gagging her, catching her by surprise.

  He grasped her shoulders, turned her around, and looked down at her as he lightly caressed her shoulders and upper arms. “You are so beautiful, Christy.”

  With the stocking gagging her, she couldn’t make a coherent response. She just looked at him, feelings of excitement, curiosity, and a little apprehension, swirling through her all at once.

  He kissed the corner of her mouth and then moved his face so that his nose was buried in her hair. “And you smell wonderful, just like I remember.”

  His hands felt warm as he slid them from her shoulders downward, skimming the sides of her bare breasts with his fingertips, trailing them down to her waist and sliding his palms to her hips. The eroticism of the moment increased the ache between her thighs as he slowly moved them up again.

  He raised his head and cupped one of her cheeks with his hand. “Now that you’re mine again, I have so much in store for you.”

  She felt vulnerable, naked while he was clothed, her wrists bound behind her back and unable to say anything.

  “Stay right there.” He went to his coat and she watched as he took the belt from it and came toward her. What was he going to do with that?

  He stepped behind her and the next thing she knew he was wrapping the cloth belt around her head, covering her eyes and taking away her sight. He tied it behind her head.

  “I’m going to teach you a safe sound,” he said. “You do know what ‘safe words’ are if you have been reading up on bondage, am I right?”

  She nodded.

  “Considering you can’t speak, you will need a sound.” He rubbed her neck as he spoke. “Listen to me.”

  He made an odd, very distinctive muffled sound, as if he was gagged, too. “You try it now,” he said.

  She made the same type of noise, changing the pitch of the sound like he had.

  “Good girl.” He took her by her arm. His voice was low, sexy as he spoke. “We’re going upstairs.”

  It was unnerving walking without being able to see and unable to catch herself if she fell. She had to put her complete trust in Zach. And she did trust him. She knew he would never hurt her or let anything happen to her. Still, no matter that she trusted him, she felt timid as she walked forward, as if she might run into something.

  The air felt cool on her body as they walked and her nipples were hard and tight. They stepped from the soft carpet onto the smooth and cool tile that she was certain was the foyer they had been in earlier. He guided her forward then stopped them.

  “We’re at the stairs.” He put his arm around her waist. “Take a step up now.”

  As she stepped up she felt like she would fall endlessly down, as if there was no floor below them and no stairs in front of them.

  Her foot stepped solidly on the stairs and then she tested her weight on it.

  “Bring your other foot.” He held onto her as she obeyed. “Now let’s move a little faster.

  She didn’t know if she could move any faster, but he guided her up the stairs, almost forcing her to take each step.

  “One more step,” he said as he brought her to a halt.

  She raised her foot and then stepped onto the floor. She couldn’t help letting out a sigh of relief. A muffled sigh, considering she was gagged.

  Zach guided her down a hallway and she heard the sound of a door opening and then her shoulder brushed what she assumed was a doorframe as they went forward.

  He positioned her by her shoulders and then kissed her on the corner of her mouth. He moved behind her. “Naughty girl, your bindings are loose. I’ll have to take care of that.”

  She tested the stocking and felt that it was indeed coming loose. A hard slap on her ass caused her to jump and give a muffled cry.

  “No more of that,” he said in a firm tone. “Now stand here.”

  The space he had just stood in felt empty when he walked away. Without her sight, her hearing seemed to be more sensitive. She heard the rustle of clothing, something that sounded like someone digging for something, and then the sound of metal clinking and something jingling.

  She felt his presence before he spoke. “How are you doing, Christy honey?” Since she couldn’t talk she nodded. “Good.” He pressed his body close to hers and a thrill went through her as she realized he had stripped out of his clothing and she felt his naked skin against hers. “Do you like feeling helpless?” he said. “Do you like giving up control to me?”

  She nodded again. She loved submitting to him, turning her personal power over to him.

  He ran his hands down one leg as she sensed him crouching in front of her. She felt something soft yet hard that jingled as he secured it. Some kind of ankle cuff. He cuffed her other ankle and then stood, trailing his hands up her body as he did. He moved behind her and surprised her when he untied her hands.

  “Considering you tried to get out, we need to handle you a little more stringently.” He took one of her wrists and cuffed it with what felt like the same type of cuff that he had put on her ankles. She heard more jingling as he fastened them. He came around in front of her and clipped them together so that she couldn’t pull them apart.

  “Let’s add a little something for punishment.” He pinched one of her nipples and she made a sound of surprise.

  Then something clamped on her nipple. If felt about the same as him pinching her. It wasn’t unpleasant.

  “That’s not too bad, now is it?” he asked. She shook her head. “Let’s tighten it so that you can really feel it.”

  She cried out behind her gag and tears wet her eyes from the pain. She squirmed and fought him as he pinched her other nipple, not wanting the clamp tighter. But he was stronger and faster and she cried out again.

  He put his arm around her shoulders and leaned in close. “You said this is what you wanted. Do you still want this, Christy?”

  A thousand times she had fantasized about this. She just had never felt anything like this before.

  Even as tears wet the blindfold she nodded. She did want it.

  “Good girl.” He stroked her hair. “I knew you could handle a couple of little clamps.”

  She wondered what big clamps felt like then decided at that moment she didn’t want to know.

  Yet as she started to get used to the pain, it eased into a sense of pleasure.


  “I love how helpless you look.” He moved close and he put his hands on her waist and pressed his body to hers and she whimpered as his chest brushed the nipple clamps. He slid his palms on her ass and squeezed.

  “I like control, Christy.” His voice was low, firm. “I like to tell you what to wear, what to do. I please you by taking care of you and you please me by focusing on me.” He nuzzled her ear. “Do you understand?”

  She paused, then nodded. To give up that kind of control… She had always been a strong woman. She was successful, owned a thriving business…but she was willing to give up control in other parts of her life. In some way it sounded thrilling, exciting to have someone care for her like that.

  He put his hands on her shoulders and lightly pushed. “I want you on your knees.”

  Her legs were shaky as she obeyed, but he kept his hands on her shoulders making sure she didn’t fall.

  “Now on your back,” he said.

  She paused but he guided her down onto the floor, holding her so that she didn’t fall. “Bend your knees,” he said when she was lying on her back.

  He moved one of her legs so that her heel was touching her ass. Then he brought her wrist down to her ankle and clipped them together. He did the same with her other wrist and ankle, and he spread her thighs wide.

  She had never felt more vulnerable or more turned on as she was at that moment as she waited for whatever he might do next. The women she’s seen in pictures had been tied up elaborately with chains and equipment, and toys had been used on them.

  What was Zach going to do now?

  He moved so that he was over her, his knees between her thighs and his arms braced to either side of her head. He lowered himself and kissed her again. “I want you to try to get out again. And I want you to try hard.”

  She struggled, trying to slide her hands out of the cuffs at the same time she attempted to pull her wrists cuffs from where they were connected to her ankle cuffs. She couldn’t budge anything yet she felt herself growing more excited with every struggle she made.

  “Helpless, aren’t you? The futile struggle.” He moved so that their bodies touched but he still held his full weight off of her. “That’s my girl.”

  His cock rubbed her folds as he moved against her. Heat suffused her body and she imagined how good it would feel to have him inside of her again. They’d had an amazing sex life before but she had never been as hot as she was right now.

  “Do you want this?” He asked as he moved his cock to the entrance to her core and slightly pushed in.

  Yes, she cried out in her mind but all she could do was nod. Please.

  Totally at his mercy, she was spread out for him, unable to move, to see, to speak. Her senses seemed magnified, her skin more sensitive. Every touch made her feel more alive than she could ever remember feeling before.

  She squirmed beneath him, begging the only way she could for him to take her.

  He pushed a little farther in and her eyes grew damp behind her blindfold because she wanted him so badly.

  He thrust hard, slamming himself inside of her. She cried out behind her gag at the sudden fullness.

  She loved the feel of him driving in and out of her while she was at his mercy. Her orgasm was close, her body ready and waiting for her to tumble over the edge.

  Sensations grew almost brutally strong inside of her, running toward her with the power of a freight train.

  She came so hard she would have come up off of the floor if she wasn’t in the position she was in. Her climax was so intense that it caused her core to spasm around his cock. Her entire body reacting to the orgasm, pulsing with it.

  Zach moved in and of her then gave a low groan and she felt his cock throb inside of her. He pumped his hips a few more times and then he shuddered against her.

  He reached behind her head and untied the stocking and pulled off her blindfold. She blinked up at him and he smiled. “Did you enjoy it?”

  She gave him a teasing look. “Is that all you’ve got?”

  Chapter 6

  The day after Christy had stayed with Zach, she felt alive, yet on edge. She pushed her hair back from her face as she looked out the storefront window to the empty street. “Baubles and Beads” had been painted on the front window, the letters forming an arc. She looked at her watch. Early evening, almost time to close, and he was going to pick her up.

  It was Saturday and he had wanted her to stay with him for the day, but she had a business to run. Her store manager was on a family trip, and the store wasn’t going to open itself or make sales on its own. Not to mention a new employee needed to be trained.

  A flutter went through her body at the thought of seeing Zach. She practically bounced on her toes, the excitement of seeing him again making her feel like she’d felt when they’d first met. He had been walking across the street to go to a Starbucks with one of his friends when he looked at her and their gazes met and held. Without taking his eyes from hers, he told his friend he would catch up with him later. And then he walked over to her.

  That simple. One look and the next thing she knew they were dating. But she was young and inexperienced. When she saw the photos they scared her. And when she confronted him he’d been honest and told her that’s what he liked to do with women, what he wanted to do someday with her. He said he cared about her so much that he didn’t want to frighten her away. He could tell by her answers to his questions that he needed to take it slow. Finding the pictures had not been in the plan.

  It was enough to scare her into running.

  But not anymore.

  Her thoughts went back to last night and the things Zach had said. How he would tell her how to do her makeup and what to wear.

  She looked in one of the store mirrors and straightened her crimson blouse and matching cashmere cardigan over her black slacks that he had dressed her in that morning when he took her by her house before work. Her long hair fell around her shoulders. Her brown eyes always looked bigger when she used makeup and she had to admit the colors he had chosen looked great on her. Shades of gold and bronze that she hadn’t tried before, but were on her palette.

  Her business and her independence were important to her. But maybe that was why she liked Zach being in control of her. She was so used to running her business and being the one in charge and making tough decisions, that it was exciting to have someone make all the decisions for her. Zach said he would take care of her. He loved control, but he was not selfish. Because he cared for her so much, something about that caused her to want someone she could trust, someone strong, someone like Zach.

  She closed her eyes for a moment. Was she rushing into something that she would regret later? She had told herself she wasn’t going to jump into another relationship after what Ted had done to her.

  This isn’t Ted. This is Zach.

  Yes, this was exactly where she wanted to be.

  It had been a busy day and seemed to drag on forever, and she spent most of her time dusting the knickknacks that crowded the store. She sold things she loved, like statues of mythical creatures, pewter figurines of warlocks, fairies, elves, and dragons, crystal balls, along with incense burners and every scent of incense that she could find. She had a huge assortment of beads for customers to make their own jewelry along with lots of other baubles.

  As she dusted all she could think about was Zach. She was so anxious to see him again. This time they would have dinner at his home and then what else would he show her, do with her, to her. She could never have rushed into things so quickly with anyone else. Being together with Zach was amazing. She didn’t think she could get enough of him.

  At a quarter after five she walked out of the shop and her belly flip-flopped when she saw him parked in front of the store. He leaned up against his Jaguar, his hands braced to either side of him on the car.

  Delicious. He looked so sexy in a dark suit that fit his tall form well. A smile touched his lips. His black hair wasn’t as smoothly combed back as it
had been last night. Now it was a bit mussed from the breeze and she could see it was a little longer than she had thought.

  She turned away from Zach long enough to lock the heavy front door of her shop then walked up to him feeling like no time at all had passed since they had first met. “Hi.”

  “You look beautiful.” His smile was sexy and slightly naughty as he looked at her. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

  “Funny, but I’ve been thinking about you, too.” She reached him and he took her by her shoulders and kissed her. “Mmmmm…” She gave a happy sigh. “And that’s what I’ve been waiting for all day.”

  He enveloped her in a snug embrace and he kissed the top of her head. “I have lots more planned for you than just a kiss.”

  “Good.” She brushed his lips with hers. “You were holding back last night. I want to experience what you really like. I want to be like you picture me, in the same look and position that excites you the most.”

  His eyes were dark, his expression intense. “Be careful what you ask for, honey.”

  Her expression was serious as she said, “I’m ready. I want to experience what you love.”

  After he helped her into the car he went to the driver’s side and climbed in then headed for his home. Like his nightclub, her shop wasn’t far from his home and it took only moments to get there.

  His home was amazing and she got a better look at it this time because she didn’t end up with her clothes off almost as soon as she walked in. That was perfectly fine with her, but it was nice to see the place where he spent his days and nights when he wasn’t working.

  Or playing with other women.

  She frowned at the thought. But something about those images aroused her also.

  “What’s wrong?” He paused just before they reached the kitchen.

  “Nothing.” She shook her head.

  “Something is bothering you,” he said. “I can tell you’re not telling me the truth.”

  She looked away for a moment before turning her gaze back to his. “I was just thinking that you’ve played with a lot of women.”