Sold

by Jaymie Holland

  He shook his head. “There is no excuse for not obeying.”

  “I’m sorry.” She wasn’t but it seemed like he was waiting for something.

  “You’re not sorry,” he said, echoing her thoughts. “You will be.”

  He sounded so ominous that her stomach twisted.

  He led her to the bed in one corner with the metal headboard with numerous rings on it. Chains hung from the overhead frame above it.

  Whips and chains, oh my.

  Her cuffs jangled as she walked and her nipple noose bells jingled. “Stand here.” He took her by the shoulders and forced her to stay at the foot of the bed. He went back to the wall of toys and took some cloths out of a drawer and returned.

  He picked up the ball gag that he’d dropped earlier and wiped it off with one of the cloths. “Open up.” He pushed the ball into her mouth, forcing her jaws wide. Then she saw that the other was actually an eye patch blindfold. He put it on her, leaving her in the dark.

  What did he have in mind now?

  “On your back.” He guided her to the bed. When she was lying on her back he fastened each one of her wrist cuffs to rings on the headboard.

  Everything he did seemed more intense now that she couldn’t see.

  He attached clips and chains to her collar and secured them on either side of her so that she couldn’t move her head.

  Next, he raised one of her legs so that her ass was about six inches off of the bed and she heard the rattle of chain as he connected the ankle cuff to one of the chains dangling from the frame over the bed. He raised her other leg and did the same thing so that her lower back and ass were up off the bed. The butt plug was still in tight and it helped to keep her on edge.

  It was an altogether unnerving experience as she heard him walk away, lying in the position she was in without being able to speak or see, her arms chained, too. He had said something about consequences. What would that include?

  A snapping sound and an immediate sting made her cry out and tears flowed from her eyes. She heard another crack and felt another biting sting of a whip.

  “This is what happens when you don’t obey, Christy.” He snapped the whip again and she cried out. “Do you understand now?” She nodded, frantic for him to stop.

  He did stop and she heard the sound of the whip landing on the floor as he tossed it aside. “It hurt, didn’t it,” he stated.

  She nodded, tears still wetting her eyes behind the blindfold.

  His warm breath brushed her cheek as he came closer. He rubbed her ass with his palm as he kissed the corner of her mouth. “Is it starting to feel good?”

  She thought about it for a moment. It actually was starting to feel good. The sting becoming a warm burn that faded into a sort of pleasure. She had read about that, just hadn’t experienced it until now.

  With the gag in she couldn’t speak, so she nodded.

  He moved away and then she felt him between her thighs. The soft glide of his hair as he lowered his face.

  And then he licked her pussy. She would have come off the bed if she hadn’t already been partly raised up from the bed.

  He licked her folds and sucked her clit while moving two fingers in and out of her. In the dark behind her blindfold, with him going down on her while she was raised up, was an amazing experience.

  “Don’t come,” he said when he stopped for a moment and she whimpered.

  He rose up to stand between her thighs and he pressed her legs farther apart with his hips. She felt his cock pressing at the entrance to her core.

  He reached for her breasts and pinched her nipples at the same time that he thrust deep inside her.

  She gave a muffled cry and squirmed. The sensations were so intense, so exquisite that she felt like she was on another plane of existence.

  “You’re mine, Christy,” he said as he continued pumping in and out of her. “You are mine.”

  She was his. He could do whatever he wanted with her and she would love every minute of it.

  He fucked her harder and harder and she felt another orgasm on its way. She was so sensitive from everything he had done to her, and from the amazing orgasm she’d had when he took her from behind when she was suspended.

  And his words—they added to the intensity of what she was experiencing. Zach telling her that she belonged to him.

  Her orgasm sped closer and closer. She struggled to hold it back. She ground her teeth, fighting it, fighting it.

  “Come, Christy,” he said. “Come now.”

  She screamed. She’d never screamed before. This orgasm was too big, too powerful to hold anything back. Her body bucked and she twisted as he continued to pump in and out of her, drawing her orgasm out.

  She heard Zach’s shout as he came. Felt the throb of his cock inside her. Felt her pussy clench and unclench around him.

  When she finally came down from her orgasm high he removed the gag from her mouth and his lips felt firm against hers as he kissed her. She felt him unclipping her legs and removing her ankle cuffs. Then he released her from the headboard. Her cuffs jangled as he tossed them onto the mat. Lastly he took off the blindfold.

  She blinked as she looked up at him. He was looking at her so seriously, like he was concerned about what she would say.

  “You still want to ‘play’ with me?” he asked in a low voice with that sexy smile on his face.

  She looked at him and smiled. “I love, love, love this. What’s next?”

  Chapter 9

  “When you come over, I want you to dress in the outfit I’m leaving on the bed for you.” Zach’s voice came over the line, low and sexy, sending a thrill through Christy’s belly.

  She squirmed in the chair in her boutique’s office as she thought all they had done last night. Excitement blossomed inside her as she thought of having another incredible night. “I’ll head to your place after my meetings.”

  “I’ll be just a little late,” he said. “You can use my key code at the front door.” He gave her the numbers and she memorized them.

  “All right.” She smiled as she pictured him, tall and dark and hot. “Can’t wait until tonight.”

  “Neither can I.”

  She pushed the “off” button and started humming and she walked from the back room to the front register of the boutique.

  The day couldn’t get much better than the way this one was going.

  Christy wanted to bang her head against the steering wheel as she headed toward Zach’s. She was ninety minutes early because one meeting ended before it started and the other canceled.

  The meeting with her supplier, Henry Hawthorne, did not go well at all. He was snide, making remarks about selling herself to the highest bidder and going off to screw an old boyfriend.

  Christy had told him where to shove his collector dolls, each and every one of them.

  She sighed. Now she had to find a new doll supplier. She only sold the finest merchandise and Henry’s had been from an exclusive designer. So not only did she need a new supplier, she would need someone who could supply her with something just as good if not better. It was going to kill her business for the shoppers who collected dolls from that particular doll manufacturer.

  The ass.

  She shook her head as if that would help her shake off the wrong turn her afternoon had taken. The appointment that canceled had been minor in comparison. It was probably better that they had. She wasn’t in the mood for dealing with anyone right now.

  Anyone but Zach.

  The thought made her smile.

  She had tried to reach him twice on his cell phone but no answer. He wouldn’t mind if she dropped by an hour early, so she might as well get ready for him.

  After she parked in his huge driveway, she went up to the front door and entered the key code. The lock clicked and she opened the door.

  The house was warmer than the crisp afternoon and she took off her jacket and laid it over the back of a couch then walked to his bedroom.

  On his be
d was a beautiful black and bright blue accented corset with matching panties and silk stockings and a note with a other items—black shadow and slutty red lipstick, along with a few more things. The note was instructions on how he wanted her to wear the makeup. Next to all of that were the wrist and ankle cuffs they had used on her the last two times they had played, as well as the collar and a pair of extremely high heels.

  She removed her clothing and the trials of the afternoon fell away as she slipped into the sexy clothing.

  When she was dressed, she walked to a full-length mirror and studied her reflection. She smoothed her palm down the silky soft material, loving the way it felt against her skin. The corset pushed up her breasts and barely covered her nipples.

  She put on the makeup, including the eyeliner and mascara that was with the black shadow, then put on the red lipstick.

  Yes, she looked positively slutty.

  She smiled at her reflection. She was already so hot for him that she could barely stand it and keep from touching herself. The cuffs and collar were all she had left to put on. They jangled as she buckled them, and then she put on the leather collar. She slipped the steep high heels.

  Bring it on. She was ready.

  A noise caused her to startle. Was that a woman’s muffled cry?

  There it was again.

  She followed the direction she’d heard it coming from—Zach’s office. When she entered the room she saw that his secret wall was open.

  Another muffled cry.

  Her heart pounded as she stood there. What was happening?

  Could Zach be there with another woman?

  She had to know. She slipped through the opening and started down the long staircase. The closer she got, the louder they became. Screams, cries, muffled sounds.

  Her heart pounded hard and her skin grew hot. She moved in slow easy steps so that the jingling cuffs or the sound of her high heels wouldn’t catch his attention. She had to see what he was doing before he knew she had been there.

  She tried to keep her breathing even as she looked around the doorway.

  A nearly naked, gagged woman was bent over a padded sawhorse, her legs spread, as a woman in a leather bustier paddled her. The woman over the sawhorse made a muffled cry behind her gag with every swat.

  Her stomach clenched and she thought she was going to be sick.

  He was cheating on her before they’d even really started.

  Zach had his back to the door and he was holding his camera, taking pictures, just like he’d taken of her last night.

  Christy didn’t realize she’d made a sound until he turned to look at the doorway. She clapped her hand over her mouth, but it was too late.

  She whirled to run up the stairs and almost fell in the heels. She kicked them off and started running up the stairs, trying not to slip in her stockings.

  “Christy!” Zach called out from below as she reached the door into his office. “Let me explain.”

  Hell if she was going to listen to whatever lame excuse he might come up with.

  The pounding of his shoes was loud behind her as she ran from his office to his bedroom. She needed to change and get out of here.

  She slammed his bedroom door shut and was going to lock it, but she wasn’t fast enough. He shoved the door open and she stumbled backward and tripped over her shoes and landed on her ass.

  “Leave me alone.” She almost shouted at him as he stood in the doorway. “Whatever stupid excuse you might have, I don’t want to hear it. I’ve already caught one boyfriend screwing around on me, I don’t need another.”

  “It’s not that, Christy.” He walked closer to her. “I—”

  “Forget it.” She scrambled to her feet and backed up to the bed. “Nothing you say will change things.”

  “I’m a photographer.” He gave her a pleading look. “It’s what I do.”

  “Sure you are.” She grabbed her blouse and held it to her chest. “You told me you owned restaurants. Was that a lie, too?”

  “I haven’t told you a single lie.” He reached her. “Listen to me.”

  “Forget it.” She turned away.

  He grabbed her by the shoulders. “Listen,” he repeated.

  “Screw yourself, Zach Nikas.” She tried to get out of his grasp. “Or go screw your play toys who are in the basement waiting for you.”

  “Come down to the dungeon,” He held her in a grip so tight she didn’t think she could escape him and that thought made her angrier yet. “Let me show you what this is,” he said. “I have things that can prove this is nothing.”

  To her surprise he released her arm and she almost fell.

  She reached for her clothing but he grabbed them before she could. Furious, she snatched up her purse and said, “Fine. I’ll leave like this.”

  He beat her to the door and wouldn’t let her out. “If you won’t do it my way on your own, I will make you.”

  She placed her palms on his chest and tried to push by him. “Get out of my way.”

  “Sorry, honey.” He whirled her around and grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back. He had them clipped together before she could even catch her breath.

  “What are you doing?” She struggled against his hold but he was too strong.

  He pushed her onto the bed and she fell back onto her cuffed hands.

  A tremor of fear went through her. He looked so intense and focused.

  She scrambled backward on the bed. He took a clip out of his pocket, grabbed her by the ankle cuffs and dragged her back toward him.

  “Let me go, Zach!” Even with her hands and ankles cuffed together, she struggled and fought him. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a ball gag. He has toys everywhere, she thought.

  “No.” She tried to get away but he pinned her down and forced the ball between her lips and into her mouth. He held her and secured the straps behind her head.

  “If you’re not going to listen to me, I doubt if you’ll believe me if I do tell you.” He brought her up to her feet. “So I’m going to show you.”

  She shook her head and tried to scream at him. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

  It knocked the air from her and she had to calm down to breathe. What was he going to do? Force her to watch him with another woman?

  He carried her down the stairs, his shoes hitting each step hard.

  The light brightened as he entered the dungeon. All she had to do now was make the women see that she was a prisoner. Unless they were into forced bondage…

  The next thing she knew, Zach was taking her off of his shoulder then held her by the arm. He opened the top of a cage, picked her up and dropped her in. She landed on her back on one of the floor mats. She struggled and tried to cry out behind the gag.

  It didn’t matter, his strength was too much. He attached her wrist cuffs to a ring in the top of the cage so that she couldn’t move them and couldn’t take off the gag. Then he took the clip that was binding her ankle cuffs and attached it to the side of the cage so that she couldn’t move her legs.

  He kept his voice low, controlled. “That will keep you from thrashing around. Since you’re ready to run anyway, I figure that as a last resort forcing you to watch can only help. It won’t make it any worse. I hope you understand. I don’t want to lose you because you don’t understand.”

  She made muffled noises and he pinched her nipples, hard. Her eyes watered from the pain as he said, “Be quiet. Watch.”

  He slammed the door shut. Locking her in.

  Chapter 10

  He’d caged her. She couldn’t believe he’d caged her.

  Christy sat stunned for a moment as Zach walked away. Here she was, all dressed up for him, ready to play… now she felt different dressed like this and caged.

  But far worse was that as far as she was concerned, this was cheating. He was playing with other women, and who knew what else.

  When he moved out of the way, she saw him and the two women who were in the room. />
  He gave a nod in Christy’s direction. “She’s supposed to be here for the next shoot but wants to play a little since she’s here early. It might add to the atmosphere for you ladies.”

  The blonde, slender, and almost naked sub was bound in ropes, her hands behind her back and a red ball gag in her mouth. From the look in her eyes, the sub seemed a little nervous at having Christy there while the Domme looked at Christy with amusement.

  With long dark hair, the Domme was neither pretty nor unattractive, but somewhere in between. The woman was what some might call and Amazon in size—tall and big boned. The Domme wore a red and black corset with matching panties, and leather thigh-high boots. Her makeup was heavy, her lipstick a bright red much like the shade Zach had told Christy to wear.

  The bastard. He probably had all of his play toys wear that color.

  “Would you like me to take care of your slave?” the Domme asked Zach. “She looks like someone I would like to get my hands on.”

  “She’ll be taken care of.” Zach gestured toward the pulleys and chains. “Go for it, Mistress Donna,” he said to the tall Domme.

  Christy wanted to scream and tell them that she didn’t want to be here, that Zach had taken her against her will. But the fact that she was dressed as a sub and wearing cuffs it wouldn’t be farfetched to think that she was just playacting. Besides, they wouldn’t care anyway.

  She was going to chop off Zach’s balls when she finally got free. And then after some slow, painful torture, she’d kill him.

  Mistress Donna cuffed the sub in suspension cuffs then raised her up, by her feet so that she was hanging upside down. She was high enough that her face was even with the Domme’s. The sub’s blonde hair hung straight down and blood rushed to her face.

  Zach began taking pictures like a photographer would with a professional looking camera, from all angles and positions.

  Mistress Donna took the sub’s face in her hands and kissed her as the sub hung upside down. It was a long, slow, sensual kiss. “How are you doing, Vicky?” the Domme asked in a low voice.

  Vicky nodded.