Sold

by Jaymie Holland

  “That’s true.” He studied her, “And you’ve had sex with other men.”

  “Yes…” She bit the inside of her lip before she continued. “Is what you said to me last night something you tell other women? Do you tell other women that they are yours?”

  “Only you, Christy. There is no one else that I am involved with right now.” He took her into his arms and she caught his masculine scent and felt the heat of his body. “I don’t tell them a lot of things that I told you.”

  She looked up at him. “Like what?”

  “That I want to care for them in every way.” He placed a kiss on top of her head. “I don’t feel that way about other women. Okay?”

  She nodded. “Okay.”

  He smiled, took her by the hand, and led her to the kitchen. She caught the smells of freshly baked bread, roasted vegetables, and other delicious smells.

  “I ordered in from my restaurant. They don’t deliver, but it is one of the bennies of owning the place.” He opened up aluminum containers with fish and vegetables, and a bag with a baguette inside. “Your favorite. Swordfish.”

  “You have a good memory.” She breathed in the smells. “Yum.”

  “I remember a lot of things.” He said and his words held meaning to them.

  They set the table with a place setting at the head and one to the right of it. Then they brought in the containers with their dinner.

  “I’m glad it wasn’t too much for you last night,” he said as he arranged the containers on the table.

  “Are you kidding?” She smiled at him as she set a bottle of white wine, along with two wine glasses, on the table. “It was amazing.”

  “I had plans to take it really slow with you,” he said. “But it didn’t quite work out that way.”

  She put her hand on his arm. “Don’t hold back and do what excites you. I would love that.”

  With one hand, he reached for her face and pushed strands of her hair behind her ear. “I don’t want things to move too fast for you and frighten you away.”

  “I’ve researched so much, watched movies, looked at pictures on this for the last eleven years,” she said. “I have pictured myself doing so many things but I have never found the right person I could actually experience them with. Last night was just amazing. You won’t frighten me away. I trust you. So please, I want you to do what excites you. I want to see that excitement in your eyes when you have me where you want me.”

  His dark eyes seemed to grow more intense. “You’d better be careful of what you ask for.”

  She gave him a teasing look. “So, Master Zach, are you afraid of me?”

  Zach put his head back, looked up at the ceiling, and laughed. When he looked back at her, he said, “You’re pushing me, are you? It actually excites me to hear you talk like this. You have just changed my plan for the evening.”

  She smiled but before she could sit, he said, “I want you to take off your cardigan and blouse.”

  She paused, her hand on the dining room chair. “You want me to eat in my bra?”

  “No.” He gave a dangerously sexy smile. “I want you to take off your bra, too.” Shivers ran through her whole body at the thought. When she hesitated, he said, “Now, Christy.”

  He watched as she slipped off her cardigan and draped it over the back of a chair. The hungry look in his eyes told her that he was enjoying seeing her remove her clothing.

  She met his gaze as she unbuttoned her blouse and put it aside with the cardigan. She reached behind her and unfastened her lacy bra and laid it on top of the blouse. Heat burned through her as she stood before him.

  “Take off your slacks,” he said. She took one look at his hard expression and hurried to slip out of her slacks, leaving her in panties, stockings, and heels.

  When she put her hand on the back of her chair, he shook his head. “Not yet.”

  He had something in his hand. When he opened it on his palm was a pair of dangly things made of tiny silver bells that looked like earrings but with loops on one end.

  “These are nipple nooses.” He held one up. “You’re going to wear them tonight.”

  She held her hands to her breasts. “My nipples are still sore.”

  “Christy,” he said in a warning tone. “Come here.”

  She went to him and sucked in her breath while he pinched one nipple then slid one of the nooses over it. “That wasn’t so bad,” she said and then he tightened the noose so that she caught her breath. That will teach me to say something like that out loud.

  The nipple ached now, but then it became a more pleasant ache than the nipple clamps had caused. He put the other noose on her opposite nipple and she winced when he tightened it.

  “Let’s have a seat.” He pulled back her chair and then she sat, the little bells ringing as she moved. He took his own seat and looked at her with fire in his eyes. “Eat.”

  It felt naughty and unbelievably erotic to be sitting at the table and eating dinner without anything on but her panties and stockings and black high heel shoes while he remained in his suit. He didn’t even take off his jacket, which seemed to separate them even more. He was the Dom. She was the sub, and she had to be kept in her place.

  He raised his wine glass then rubbed it over each of her nipples, the cold making them feel even tighter.

  When they were finished with dinner they cleared the table and the bells on her nipples jangled as she moved.

  After everything was put away, he took her by the hand. They walked through his house and stopped at a door. “Are you sure you want more?”

  She nodded. “Whatever you can give me.”

  “All right.” He looked serious as he spoke. “Just remember that you asked for it.”

  She expected something fascinating to be on the other side of the door when he opened it, but it was just an office with a desk and walls lined with books on polished oak shelves.

  “What are we going to do in here?” She looked up at him. “Play boss and secretary?”

  He grinned and led her to the wall behind the desk. “Maybe another time.”

  Still holding her hand, he reached for a lion figure, moved it a little bit aside, then reached in and pushed something.

  The wall started to move.

  “No way.” She looked at him in disbelief. “Like in a book or movie.” She brought her gaze back to the moving wall. “How cool is this?”

  “Very cool,” he said and she smiled.

  They stepped onto a landing and a flight of stairs led below. The staircase was beautifully done, polished oak and it stopped at another landing and then a door was at the opposite end. As they started to walk down, the wall closed behind them with a hard thump and locking sound. The bells on her nipples jangled in the quiet as they went.

  When they reached the bottom, she looked up at him.

  He studied her as if gauging how she was feeling at the moment. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes.” She nodded. “For everything you can give me.”

  He paused and gave her one more look before he opened the door.

  Chapter 7

  Christy’s eyes widened as she took in the room and her heart started beating faster. Zach coaxed her forward, into the room, and her heels clicked on a polished wood floor and the bells jingled on her nipples.

  Her skin prickled as she looked at things she had seen only on websites and pictures. She was nothing less than stunned. There was so much here. She wouldn’t have known what most—if any—of it was when she and Zach were first together, but her research made much of it familiar. The more she had read about it, the more she wanted to experience it and now here she was and it was all Zach’s.

  Throughout her research, she had never seen anything so high quality and beautiful. It was all almost too much to absorb. He took her by the hand and began to give her a tour of his dungeon. Anticipation caused her heart to beat a little harder as she thought of what he might do to her with each of the items.

  They went from o
ne thing to another, him wanting to give her a taste of the devices. He treated his toys like a car collector treated his prized vintage car and he told her what he liked about each. She saw the locks, the keys, the extension of his control.

  Every word expressed his desire for control and she wanted him to use them on her. To feel his toys, to be his toy.

  Two walls were mirrors. Bondage furniture such as a spanking bench, crafted in burgundy leather and dark wood, was arranged throughout. A St. Andrew’s cross was on one end and an iron cage on the other side.

  “These are a couple of my favorites”, he said point to the two chairs full of straps. One chair had a V-opening on one seat while the other chair had a dildo and a smaller plug that she assumed was an attached ass plug. “I can have you on here and watch you from five feet away and my toys will make you feel like I am inside you.”

  What he said was so erotic that she felt an ache between her thighs. She could picture herself right there with Zach watching, making her feel like it was him instead of the dildo.

  Over near the corner were stocks with openings for the head and wrists, and it had rings at the base, which would secure the ankles. A saddle was on a machine and the saddle had a dildo and butt plug on it.

  Christy pointed to the saddle. “You like the insertables don’t you.”

  He met and held her gaze. “Just as important, I think, is that you will.”

  The thought that aroused her was that these were Zach’s toys. He had accumulated them because he liked them. They gave him pleasure.

  “Something that’s good to understand,” he said, “is that when I use these on you, it’s not that they are simply restraints and control. They are extensions of me. When the restraints are holding your wrists and ankles, it is me holding them. A blindfold over you eyes, it is me covering them. A plug in your ass, it is me in there. I like it when you feel me all over. My control.”

  Zach’s words caused a tingling in her belly. They would be more than just objects to play with, they were him exercising more of his control.

  A bed was on the far side with a metal headboard with numerous rings on it. It also had a frame that was high over the bed. Chains hung from the overhead frame.

  She was almost dizzy looking at what he had as she continued to stare at everything around her.

  He explained so many of the devices and why he had them. It made her hot inside to hear him talk about them. He stopped and showed her some of his toys hanging on the wall—some things she recognized from what she had studied, some she did not. Floggers and whips that looked to be made of fine leather were among the items.

  The way he described even the more unusual items excited her, like the shining silver stainless steel ass hooks. The half-inch stainless steel was in the shape of a fishhook but had a two inch rounded ball end that went inside the ass. On the opposite end was an eyelet that could be secured to something. He said it was much more ominous looking that it felt inside.

  Below the items on the wall was a series of drawers and she could only imagine what was in them.

  He opened a large drawer. “These are violet wands, and this is a tens unit. They channel electricity through your body in very erotic ways when used properly. The intensity can be controlled.”

  She had read about these devices. She pictured him using a violet wand on her. He might touch her nipples with it or any number of other places on her body. The thought excited her.

  Another drawer held everything from feathers to clothespins to candles. Another held clamps, locks, and straps.

  It was nearly overwhelming, how much he had.

  “I had no idea of your collection of toys.” She smiled. “I love all of this.”

  He smoothed her hair away from her face. “A toy is just a toy, but it is different when it is used on someone I care about.”

  The way he said it made her entire body tingle.

  She spotted a camera with a big lens. It looked like a professional camera. She pointed to it. “Why is that in here?”

  “I want to take pictures of you while we play,” he said. “Just for us to look at. Is that okay?”

  The thought of Zach photographing her while he bound and gagged her sent a shiver through her. It would add to the eroticism of the night.

  She smiled. “All right.”

  He returned her smile then continued taking her on the tour.

  She pointed to a doorway. “Where does that go to?”

  “I have a private shower and bath in there,” he said. “There’s also a hot tub if you feel like going in it after we play.”

  “You have a desk in here,” she said as she looked on the far side of the St. Andrew’s cross. She hadn’t noticed it earlier. The dark wood of the desk and the leather chair blended so well with all of the dungeon equipment. In front of the desk were two smaller leather chairs. It was like that corner of the room was meant to be unobtrusive.

  “We can always play boss and secretary,” he said in a teasing tone.

  “Maybe we will,” she said. “And that is one huge TV,” she added as she spotted one near the desk, behind the cross. There were a couple of plain chairs nearby. “What do you use that for?”

  “I’ll show you, one of these days,” he said.

  On the left side of the room, thick black ropes connected through a series of pulleys hung from beams in the exposed wood ceiling. “There’s something that I like about seeing you hanging there, helpless and swinging like a toy.”

  She could picture herself, swinging there for Zach’s pleasure, and the thought sent a thrill through her.

  A silver-linked chain attached to a hook above them hung near the set of stocks. Burgundy mats were scattered around the room.

  When he finished with the tour, she was speechless. It was all so amazing, and so overwhelming.

  He brought her into his arms and kissed her. It was a sweet and sensual kiss that set her on fire and she wanted more and more.

  As he kissed her, his fingertips skimmed her back, causing her to shiver. He moved his hands up and down her sides and pressed her body close to his.

  His kiss intensified. A hard, demanding, powerful kiss that showed her that he was already in control.

  “Come on, Christy.” He stepped back and gestured for her to walk to the wall of devices. She paused and looked up at him and he frowned. “Do as I tell you to. In here you obey me. There are consequences if you don’t do as you’re told. Do you understand?” She nodded but he shook his head. “I want to hear it.”

  “Yes.” She cleared her throat. “I understand.”

  He took her by her arm and led her to the wall. “I don’t think you do, but we’ll deal with that later.”

  Her heart hammered and her mouth grew dry. What was she getting herself into? But this was Zach. She could trust him and she was excited to play with him. Still, it didn’t mean she wasn’t a little nervous of what would happen in this room.

  “Take off your panties,” he said and she obeyed and stepped out of them. Her whole body burned from the way he was looking at her now that she was just in her stockings and high heels.

  He kissed her as hard as he was pinching her nipples, a deep, passionate kiss. “You look so good.” He moved away from her and went to his drawers of toys and drew out a large ring with straps on either side of it.

  “A ring gag.” He raised it as he returned to her. “Open up.”

  She opened wide and the smooth but hard plastic ring clinked against her teeth as he inserted it and forced her mouth open wider so that the ring stood up behind her teeth and made it so that her jaws almost ached from how wide she had to keep her mouth.

  He buckled the back of the strap and stood in front of her, holding her shoulders and looking into her eyes.

  “Let’s see your tongue,” he said.

  She stuck her tongue out through the ring in her mouth and he grabbed it between his lips and sucked.

  “I love how you taste,” he said. “Let’s hear you tel
l me how it feels. Talk to me.”

  A few uuuhhuhhhh, mmphmmph, and other unintelligent sounds followed.

  He smiled and sucked her tongue again to stop her. “That sounded so nice Christy. I love how you said that.”

  He directed her to walk to where the saddle was, next to one of the mirrored walls. “Take off your heels and climb on.”

  Nerves caused her stomach to flip-flop as she kicked off her heels. She put her foot in one of the stirrups and then he helped her to swing her other leg over. She imagined herself as back in the days of the Wild West where handcuffed prisoners were put on horses and taken to jail. She glanced at the cages and wondered if she’d be going to jail, too.

  She stood in the stirrups, poised over the dildo and the butt plug built into the saddle, both of which had condoms that he had just put on them. Her breathing hitched as she watched while he took some gel and put it on the butt plug.

  “That’s just a small attachment, good for a beginner,” he said. “Now ease on down.”

  She hesitated and he shook his head and frowned. She carefully moved down, letting the dildo slide into her pussy as he guided the plug into her ass.

  The plug burned as it stretched her. “Relax,” he said. “It will go a lot easier if you relax.”

  Relax?

  She forced herself to breathe slower and let it slide into her slowly. It continued to burn for a few moments when it was completely in. But then it started to feel good. It was a full feeling that combined with the dildo had her feeling sensitized.

  He went to the wall beside her and pressed a button.

  The dildo and plug started to move.

  She gasped and grabbed the pommel of the saddle and held on as the dildo and plug slowly moved in and out of her. She looked at the mirror and watched. The combination of seeing herself and feeling the plugs was amazing.

  She closed her eyes, feeling the saddle dildo and the butt plug moving slowly in and out of her and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

  At the same time she heard something like the sound of a camera taking pictures and she knew that’s exactly what he must be doing.