Sold to the Dom

by Amy Brent

  He’s starting to feel needy and hot as I can feel the urgency through his pants. The more I can feel it the harder I grind myself against him.

  Yet, he pulls back again, “Are you sure that you’re a virgin?”

  I panic as I start to get my breath back, “I passed the doctor’s exam. He said that I’m most definitely a virgin.”

  I didn’t want to be accused of lying or trying to trick him.

  “I know, I just want to take things slowly. From the moment I saw you, I knew that you’d be mine.”

  I want to ask him, how he knew and if he’d said the same thing to every girl that he’d bought, but his hands silence me as he slips inside my panties, parting my folds and my clit swells at his touch.

  “You seem ready?”

  My voice trembles, “I am,” as I squirm against him. I find myself helpless at his touch, it’s as if every stroke is an electric reaction. My hands are not bound, but they don’t know what to do. Unless he leads the way. I just curl them against his powerful forearms as he takes control in pleasuring me. My legs become shaky as he continues to tease me.

  He turns me around and spins me to face him and then he silences me with a kiss. My hands decide to roam and touch his body the same way that he did against my body a few seconds ago. There’s only one difference between us. He’s fully clothed, whereas I’m naked and he touches my skin and all I do is touch his shirt. He must have taken off his jacket and tie while I was feeling the bed sheets.

  His bulge is so big as I can feel it in between my legs. I know that his cock is big and part of it frightens and excites me at the same time. The idea of someone so big entering me for the first time, should be a gift, but I know that it’ll hurt me so much. I just hope that he’s gentle.

  “This wasn’t what I had in mind.”

  He’s sending mixed signals and it leaves me completely confused, one minute he’s all over me and the next he’s pulling away.

  Does he want me or not?

  “This is your first time so we need to take it slow.”

  I have no idea what that means, “Slow?”

  He nods his head, “Slow. First, you’ve had an eventful day. When you were dancing and sweating, you need to take a shower.”

  I want to lift up my arms and ask him if I smell, is that why he keeps pulling away from me.

  “Don’t worry about it. When I’m done with you, it’ll be the best shower that you’ve ever had.”

  A promise that I’m sure he’s going to keep as his eyes become even darker and there’s a small smile on his face. He’s not asking me to take one, he’s telling me.

  Then he takes my hand and leads me to the back of the room behind the bed and that’s when I’m faced with the bathroom which is as big as the bedroom and a shower that could fit nearly four people.

  I’ve never seen a shower this big. I’m trying to act natural as if everything in front of me from the two sinks, to the other sized bath in the corner which could be a Jacuzzi are normal elements of a bathroom, but to me, they’re something that I’ll see in a movie and wish that one day I could sit in the bath or have a man next to me brushing his teeth in his own sink. Everything was in front of me and I felt intimidated. I watched him walk to the shower and press a few buttons and then water was spraying from the shower head.

  He’s by my side smiling with me. Again, still fully dressed. I want to ask him, if he’s going to join me. But, I don’t need to as he slowly starts to pop the buttons of his shirt. All the time, his eyes are fixed on mine.

  I want to undress him, give him the same service that he’d given me a few minutes ago. But, I don’t think that I have the right to do it. Otherwise he’ll tell me to come over and undress him.

  I’m about to bend down and take off my panties, and he blurts out, “Don’t do that. It’s my job to do the undressing.”

  I watch as his abs are on full-display and he has a perfect six-pack. The type that should be on the cover of GQ. Is there any part of this man that’s not perfect? I want to ask him his name, but not knowing makes this whole experience even more sexual. He doesn’t take his pants or shoes off in front of me, if anything he leaves me standing there as he goes behind me.

  Then I turn to see what he’s doing and notice that the lights dim. I can see the steam coming out of the shower and he’s behind me and he bends down and strips my panties off so delicately that I feel my orgasm arriving before we’ve even began.

  Then as I lift my leg one-by-one, I stand naked as he throws my panties to the side.

  “You won’t be needing that for a while.”

  Wow, this guy was all power and commands. I want to know if he expects me to be walking around naked all day and why he thinks that I’ll not need them for a while? Then he takes my hand and opens the glass door. I walk into the shower, then I hesitate for a moment.

  “Is it too hot?”

  He shakes his head, “It’s the perfect temperature.”

  All my trust is in his hands and he knows that, I don’t want to disappoint him, so I walk in and within a few seconds he shuts the door and his body is pressed against mine. I wanted to see his cock, see if it’s as big as I thought that it’d be. But, I didn’t have the chance to do that, part of me wants to see it, but then I’m too scared.

  As soon as we touch the confusion and fear about the size of his cock melts away. I close my eyes as I think about him taking me right now. This time he turns me around and his kiss is different than it was before. No longer is he being gentle and sensual, but he’s being hungrier as if I can feel that he longs for me so badly.

  His hands grab a hold of my shoulders while his tongue assaults my mouth. He’s so powerful that I feel as if I’m losing balance so I press against the wall. The tiles are cold, but with the warmth of the water and his body pressed against mine, it doesn’t feel so bad.

  My body starts to tingle as his hands roam my body once again, it’s as if he can’t get his hands off me.

  But once again, he pulls back and smiles, “Let’s get you clean.”

  I feel the same emptiness and yearning that I feel every single time that he does it. Yet, I can’t tell him to finish what he started, because like him, it needs to be one step at a time. This is all new to me. I know that he’s experienced so I don’t say anything to prove to him that I feel lost to this handsome stranger.

  Whoever he is.

  However many women that he’s had, I erase it out of my mind as he says, “Hold still.” And then I watch as he gets a lotion from the side and then squeezes it on to the sponge. It’s as if my heart stops beating as I watch him put it on my neck, he moves it delicately down my arm and then the other. Each time, moving in small circles. The cloth feels soothing against my skin even if it’s a little rough, but no different to what I use at home. The only difference is that I’d be applying the cloth to my body, not him.

  He moves to my chest and smiles, “Now, this needs more personal attention.”

  I can see by the way that he talks about my chest, that he’s not used to woman having one as large as mine. He starts to massage them slowly. One hand with the cloth and the other just his hand. His fingers move against my skin and then he starts to growl as he does it. That can only mean one thing, that he’s enjoying it just as much as I am at the moment.

  He starts to work the whole of my body each time lathering me in a thick layer of bubbles which get washed away in a couple of seconds. My eyes are closed and I’m focusing on the movement of his hands, but then it’s not his hands that are all over my body. It’s the shower head, he’s detached it and darts it all over my body.

  It feels like there are tiny fingers all over me as he angles it so the water one minute trickles me and then the next minute it sprinkles on me. He opens my legs and this time, he’s not focused on my body. Just one part of me.

  “Open your legs wider.”

  I focus as I have one hand holding on to the tiles. I know that I’m about to lose it as he starts to di
rect the head towards my pussy. It’s as if there’s so many tiny fingers stroking it. I can’t help but lose control. It’s as if the water strums at my clit and he closes in and with one hand he starts sucking on my nipple.

  I feel as if I’m about to pass out the sensation is too much from the waist above and below. It’s as if he’s everywhere as I feel a hand stopping me from falling on to the shower floor. Everything starts to tighten inside of me as if I could feel the water drops vibrating into my core.

  “I’m coming!”

  I blurt out, I may be a virgin, but I’ve touched myself on more than one occasion. When a tall, dark handsome stranger like the one who’s making me come in more ways than I’ve ever done with my fingers wishing that they weren’t mine, but someone else making me come in this way. The way that he’s making me come right now.

  He seals my mouth with his as I feel as if there’s an explosion taking place in my body right now. He laughs as I completely let go and his hand is not supporting me, but holding me firmly. I’m trying to regain my senses as I have the most explosive orgasm that I’ve ever had in my life and it frightens me.

  I’m thinking about the bed next door and the idea of lying it right now would be a blessing in disguise, I’m completely exhausted and he hasn’t even taken me yet. He presses his body against mine and says, “That was just round one.”

  “What does that mean?”

  This is just the beginning, I know that we have all night, but can’t he give me a break?

  He said that he was going to wash me. He did that, what more did he want?

  I didn’t need to ask him, because he answered my question.

  “I want to fuck you in here. Right now.”

  I could protest and say to him, that there’s a bed, there’s no need to do it in here. But the fact that I’ll be doing it the first time, not in the bed, but in the shower made it that much more exciting. He didn’t wait for me to respond as he put the nozzle back into its place and then spun me around.

  Why does he like being behind me so much?

  “Can I not face you?”

  He whispers as he takes each of my hands and puts it up against the wall.

  “We’ve got all week. This is the first stage, don’t worry they’ll be plenty of time for that.”

  My sex clenches at the idea of being in action all week.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

  I wonder if I could see his face, if he’s winking at the same time. My hands are on a tile and within a few seconds he’s pushing inside of me. I let go of the breath that I’ve been holding as he does it.

  “You need to relax. I know that the water will help you, so it won’t hurt so much seeing as it’s your first time.”

  So, he’s been considerate, and he’s right. This is the best place, it’ll slip in and out. But then judging by the bulge that’s behind me, I doubt that it’ll just be slipping in and out. It’s so damn big.

  This time he enters me slightly at first, there’s no pain. If anything, there’s a feeling of completeness as he starts to enter deeper each time.

  I realize that he’s right. That it doesn’t really hurt and with every gentle thrust which turns to longer and harder thrusts, the only thing that I enjoy is the pleasure. There’s only a desire for him to go deeper. It’s as if my fears become washed away with the water that’s going down the drain. The only sounds are his hips pumping me and my lungs become filled with the steam that’s in the air.

  “Good girl,” he growls as he wraps one hand around my hip. Then he tugs at my hair with the other. My head’s back and resting on his shoulder and there’s something erotic about this position that makes me feel as if I’m the sexiest woman alive.

  “Yes,” I purr as he continues to thrust in and out of me.

  The pleasure is so much that all I want to do is come once more. I didn’t think that it was possible. Not that I’ve ever tried to come more than once. Normally the relief is enough and I think about something else, but being in the shower. Being with him, the only thing on my mind is how this feels and the sounds that he’s making.

  “Damn! You’re so fucking sexy.”

  His desire for me turns me on even more as the heat continues to build inside of me. I know that as my muscles begin to contract that there’s another orgasm on its way. He’s filling every inch of my pussy which had never been touched by another and now it’s been claimed by him.

  The man with no name.

  The man with dark eyes that loves the feel of my breast and claims that my body is the sexiest ever.

  As I start to scream as if my life depends on it. He makes a roaring sound as his fingers start to bite my side as he slams into me at a quicker pace. It feels as if he’s pushing my body harder against the wall.

  “Fuck, I can’t hold on any longer.”

  He sounds disappointed, but I’m not, because the idea that I make him feel this way brings a smile to my face as I start to scream even louder. And then just like that the moment that I’d been waiting for all my adult life happens, and I think about my birthday and the fact that Olivia said that she wouldn’t mind a birthday present like mine.

  I think about the fact that this guy is so fucking hot and a master in the bedroom. As his come enters me, I think about the way that my body welcomed it. Not only because I had the medical examiner give me the contraception injection to stop me from getting pregnant, but it’s a confirmation that he’s satisfied. My body made him come.

  He pulls out of me and I feel a sense of emptiness in between my legs as he turns me around and kisses me.

  “Wasn’t that so much better? Did it hurt?”

  I shake my head and say, “No.”

  “I promised that you’d enjoy it,” he growls as he squeezes my ass and I love the idea that he loves every inch of my body.

  “It didn’t hurt, in fact…”

  “What?”

  “I can’t wait until we do it again.”

  I feel like a naughty school girl as I confess that giving him my virginity was the best thing that I could have ever done in my life. I should be focused on why I’m here in the first place, but this man was giving me pure pleasure and the biggest joke was the fact that I didn’t know his name.

  “All good things come to those who wait.”

  “I’ll say.”

  He laughs and says, “Are you sure that you’re not a virgin?”

  I lift up my eyebrow and say, “I was, but not anymore.”

  He kisses me once again and I know that we’ll enjoy each other in and out of the bedroom and this week is going to be fun and games and more importantly at the end of it I’ll get paid and help my brother. Maybe a fairy tale will happen and he’ll want me for more than one week. Because after the first hour or so, I know already that I want him for more than one week.

  Chapter 11: Blake

  This wasn't really how I planned on spending the night. I meant to be cold. Tease her and make her wait a while for instructions. There’s nothing more painful than silence. There's something about her.

  Maybe Scarlett’s not the reason that I took her. There’s something about her that was different to the other girls. They all looked like children. No hips, no breasts and nothing to them. But when Lily came in I couldn’t stop thinking of sucking on those nipples, and I had to have a taste of that and her innocent pussy. I felt as if I was on a fishing trip. I didn’t think much of the sport. Sitting around and waiting for something to happen. A bite of a fish which may be in the waters and foolish enough to take the bait.

  Being with Lily was a bit like that. I’d waited at the auction. Even flicked through the book and saw the information that the other guys did. I didn’t think much of a woman’s bra size until now. It was all written down, and I saw that Mr. Johnson had given hers a little tick. One that I meant that he was going home with one of the girl’s that no one wanted. I could see the disappointment on his face and part of me was glad.

  Maybe happy that
he’ll go home to Scarlett alone without their little toy. I had a feeling that Scarlett would probably be relieved that she didn’t have to perform tonight. I’d heard about their games. Their life. And part of me wanted to believe that Scarlett wasn’t happy with it. I couldn’t imagine anyone being happy with him, but maybe that was the jealous talking. If she weren't happy, then she would leave. I gave her a chance once, and she spat in my face.

  Some women liked that shit for life.

  It made them feel wanted.

  Needed.

  When in fact, all they were being been used, and I was sure once Scarlett started getting annoying or useless, then Mr. Johnson would move on. He had done it so many times with parts of his company. There was no need for him to do it with his love life.

  “Mr. Fisher, will you be returning home tonight?” I shake my head, “I never planned on staying here this long,” but I know that’s not what Lourdes is asking me. I can tell by the way that she’s cutting her eyes at me. Her question is more related to how long I’ll be around so that she can leave and report me to do my dad. She doesn’t need to wait for me to go to do that.

  Or does she?

  Maybe there’s something in the rule book about that; there seems to be everything in that damn book.

  “I could hook up from the study here and stay the week.”

  “Normally, the buyers stay and then leave when the week expires. There are only four wings in the house, that’s why there are only three men allowed to bid at one time.”

  Thanks for the breakdown and the information, but there’s only one guest that I’m interested in spending time with right now. But then I don’t want to get carried away, and I still have a business to run.

  “So why did Mr. Johnson want to leave?”

  “Not all men like to stay. Especially Mr. Johnson.”

  I stand up and face her, seeing as we’re alone in the breakfast room and I can tell that she has something on her mind. She may as well get it off her chest. From the moment I walk out of those doors, I’m going to think twice about whether I’ll come back here. I don’t give a shit if it’s traditional or not. I’m not a child and need to be running after the old man. He landed this one on my lap. He had me curious, and that’s what led me here.