Sold to the Dom

by Amy Brent

  He waited and she was frozen to the spot. It was up to her. After a moment she felt him lean forward and kiss the top of her head, then left the bedroom. She was terrified of giving in to him, of letting go of herself. She still wanted him, no matter what she told herself. She heard him open the door.

  “Wait.” She spoke it aloud, but she didn’t yell. Despite that it was enough because he was there in an instant, his hands in her hair once more, pulling her to him, kissing her deeply. She kissed him back with everything she had, feeling his hands on her face but not moving any lower. She moved with him as he pressed his body into hers. He turned her and she was facing away from him, she felt his mouth trailing kisses down her back as the skin was exposed as the towel drooped down some. There was a heightened sense of awareness as she felt everything he did. The towel fell to the floor in one instant and she trembled slightly. She felt his hands on the outside of her thighs as he ran them up and over her curvy hips and up her spine, she felt both hands follow along her flesh until he cupped a breast in each hand, both spilling forward. She felt the heat of his mouth as he trailed kisses up the back of her neck, all while tugging lightly on her nipples. She leaned back into him and sighed. It had been so long. He kissed her ear and whispered.

  “You’re so beautiful Megan.” Her eyes fluttered open and she turned around. He was standing there fully dressed as she snatched up the towel from the floor to cover herself. He looked at her puzzled.

  “What’s wrong?” He took a step towards her and she took one back.

  “Why would you say that?” She stepped into the dress hurriedly. He was still puzzled as he walked over to her and grabbed her hands in his.

  “What did I say wrong? That you’re beautiful? You are, why is that wrong?” He leaned closer to her searching her face. He saw the confusion in her eyes, he didn’t know why.

  She looked at him for a long moment, perhaps he wasn’t being cruel, wasn’t joking about her looks. He seemed sincere when he’d said it. She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed and put her head in her hands. She felt him come closer to her, she looked up to see him.

  “Has no one ever told you you’re beautiful before?” He whispered to her as he moved her hair back from her face. He then cupped her face in his hands and pulled her up against him. She looked away, but he pulled her face back up so that he could look at her, waiting for an answer.

  “Not ever said it and meant it, not really. Don’t get me wrong I love me, and my body. Most men can’t, or wont, appreciate all of me.” She mumbled back.

  She looked up at him again and heard him breath. “I meant it.” He pulled the towel from her hands and threw it across the room.

  She sat there subconsciously and watched him undress. He was sculpted and perfect. Every angle and plane of him was like a rock. He put her hands on his chest and she ran her fingers through the hair there and looked up at him. He pushed her back until she fell onto the bed and scrambled to scoot up on the blankets. He simply smiled at her as she did, and crawled across her finally settling beside her in the bed. She pulled the blanket over them and he refused to let her, he threw it onto the floor. He raised up above her and gently ran his fingertip over each nipple, watching them harden in response. He followed with his mouth greedily sucking on each one, burying his face between the glorious mounds and running his other hand along her stomach and lower until he found the apex of her thighs. He could feel the heat of her before he even got close. It was obvious that he put his own needs in check. He was throbbing and ready but still he waited.

  “Something about you drives me crazy Megan. Tell me you want me back, before I touch you any more than I have, before I can’t stop and turn this around.”

  “I want you William.”

  He moved with easy slow movements.

  She felt his fingers slip lower until they were touching her in her most sensitive area. She felt him probing more and more as he slid one finger inside her. She arched lightly as he did so. He worked her masterfully entering first one finger, then another. She felt the tension rise up within her and she moaned as he rubbed her with his thumb. He was watching her now, he could feel her getting closer and closer and he leaned up to kiss her as she climaxed. Once she had finished moaning he easily slid up between her thighs and nudged and pushed until he was there at her opening. He looked down at her. Her glorious hair was spilled around her head and she beautiful. She opened her legs to accommodate him and with that he pushed into her deeply and fully. After a few strokes he buried the length of him inside her and together they found a rhythm that would take them both to new heights. She met him thrust for thrust, she twisted and turned any way he wanted her to and was eager to do so. He relished in the fact she gave herself with abandon, something he had never fully experienced.

  Megan was in a place where she didn’t recognize who she was, William had taken her to places she had never imagined and she was lost in the moment with him. She loved the way he moved within her and would whisper to her as he did. He moaned her name and in doing so pushed her over the edge again. He was an excellent lover and she was discovering herself with each new movement. They lay together afterwards and she fell asleep easily.

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  Chapter Six- William

  He lay there watching her, she was laying on her side and her curvy hip was in the air. He felt at peace with her and was more satisfied than he’d ever been before. Normally he would go home, but not today, he wanted to be here laying with her like this. He rolled to his side and gently wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him. He enveloped her with his body and using her hair as a pillow, fell asleep.

  He never napped, nor did he ever stay with a woman who he had been with. Every woman had served a purpose, and afterward he let her go, both moving on to their respective lives. Megan, however, was different. She made him laugh, and made him think. He had wanted her from the beginning, but he had allowed emotion to cloud his judgement. He was falling for her, and didn’t know how to stop it.

  He wasn’t really sure if he wanted to. Sure, she was different, for the papers grab hold and rip her apart. He didn’t want that for her, but he saw no way around it. If she wanted to be with him, he would try. She made him laugh, and made him want to be a better man. He would tell her so.

  He sat up quickly, moving as slow as he could, but he knew she was awake.

  “It’s getting late Megan, and I am starving.” He kissed her earlobe.

  “Oh wow, I hate naps, what in the world is wrong with me?” She moved slowly, pulling herself up, then realizing she was naked she pulled up on the sheet.

  He snatched it away. “I love looking at you, don’t take it away from me.” He gave her a smile as she stood and made her way across the room to wrap herself up in her towel once more, sticking her tongue out as she padded her way into the kitchen to make coffee. He followed her, ready to tell her how he felt.

  “Megan, being with me can be rough, with the papers and all that. I just want to make sure you’re ready for all of that.” He took the mug she offered him.

  She blinked at him confused. “Be with you? What are you talking about?”

  “In the public eye I mean.”

  “OH no, no William we can’t “be “anything. I’m sorry I thought you realized that.”

  “I have feelings for you Megan, I want to try, for something real.” He felt his heart breaking at the resolve on her face.

  “I’m sorry William, I can’t. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”

  “Fair to me? What the hell does that mean?”

  “You know how the media is. Me and you… it would be a nightmare for you.”

  She turned once more to face him, but he was gone.

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  Chapter Seven- Megan

  He was gone. She let the hot tears slip down her face, her heart breaking. She had fallen for him hard, but she refused to let him be berated because she was on his arm. No, it wasn’t fair to either of them, but he would learn
to hate her for it.

  She had fallen for him to an extent that she had not even realized that she was not on the pill!

  Not on the pill!

  This could mean something else….

  She went through the emotions of her heartbreak, missing him even more now. An hour later, she heard the knock at her door and she made her way to it, opening it up to face him again.

  “William, what are you doing here?” She did her best to hide her face from him.

  He moved into the room cupping her chin in his hand. “You are a strong woman, Megan James, I know it.”

  “So, what does that have to do with anything?”

  “Tell me you don’t love me Megan…”

  She felt her heart hurting…. She couldn’t say the words. “I can’t.” She whispered.

  “Good, because you’re stuck with me now.” He gave her a sweet kiss.

  “What are you talking about?” She looked puzzled once more.

  “I just leaked the story that I was engaged, so you will have to deal with the media, just trust in me and we will be fine Megan. “He was asking her, searching her eyes.

  “Engaged….?” She trailed off as she noticed he was looking up at her.

  “Megan James you are stubborn, bossy and controlling. You're also, loving, giving and beautiful. Marry me.”

  She could barely shake her head yes as he slipped on the ring.

  “I guess this means I got the job?” She laughed between her happy tears.

  “I have a whole new job for you sweetheart.” He gave her a kiss and led her into the bedroom once more, to show her exactly what that job was.

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  Epilogue: Megan loved her new job – Being William’s wife and an interior decorator for their new palatial house. And was now busy decorating the nursery for their soon to be born baby girl.

  Her next contract was redecorating William’s office but he had mentioned that he would be fine if they took it a little slow. He wanted to make sure that she takes proper rest during her pregnancy and was happy working from his home office three days a week – the arrangement worked perfect for Megan’s hormones and William’s drive. They could never have been happier!

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  ****THE END***

  DELETED KINKY SCENE - Sold to the Dom

  This scene takes place after Blake picks Lily up from the Auction House.

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  There are so many things that we need to discuss. I told him that I wasn't going to participate in the business by text. Yet, I need to tell him exactly what's going through my mind, but I can tell that Blake has only one thing on his mind. It’s not to talk about our future. His hand is riding up and down my leg. Every time he gets close to my sex, he pulls away. I'm wet, closing my eyes trying to control myself. But, it's so damn hard. I decide that it’s best to wait until we get home or at least a time when he's not horny.

  I realize that he’s going in the opposite direction to the apartment. He’s not going home. I don’t know even know where he’s going, “Blake, where are we going?”

  He doesn’t answer. Instead, he starts driving faster, and I shout out, as I can’t even open my eyes.

  “Arrhh!”

  Blake laughs, “Save it, darling! What I’m going to do to you, will be a much better ride.”

  I look to him and as his hand curbs the arch of my inner thing, I feel a rush and it’s not from the bumps in the ride. I know that this is a promise. One that he intends to keep and all of a sudden I’m unable to hold back any further as he stops abruptly.

  We’re in the middle of nowhere. We're surrounded by trees; then a few birds flock by. I'm looking out of the window, trying to gauge exactly where we are. Blake starts breathing heavily like a man on a mission as he unlocks my seatbelt as if it’s a restraint that was stopping us from being close. He pulls me close to him and kisses me with such hunger that it’s so frightening as he doesn’t say a word.

  He drives his mouth onto mine and seeing as we’re alone and there’s no one around his hands lose all sense of propriety as he runs them down my side and under the curve of my ass. I moan half in protest and pleasure, unable to see exactly where we are, but I can’t do anything as I’m in a trap. One that’s been set by Blake Fisher.

  He seizes me firmly, and I’m straddled in the middle of the car. It’s as if he comes to his senses as he growls, “We’ve never done it on top of the car.”

  “Out here?” I screech as fear starts to take hold of me. I don't know what frightens me more, being out in the wild and a bear coming out of the woods, or the one that's in the car that's ready to take me.

  “We’ll be one with nature.”

  He didn’t wait for a response as he quickly jumps out of the car and as I try and catch my breath, he’s opening my car door.

  He uses one hand to pull me towards him, and then we start to move towards the front of the car with the door still open. He lifts me up so that I’m sitting on top of the car. I run my fingers through his hair and pull him close. His movements are so quick and skilled, but I feel boneless as everything’s moving too fast.

  Part of me wants to tell him to slow down, that there’s no rush, but I can feel the heat of his desire. The other part of me feels proud that I make him feel this way. I build such a hunger inside of him that he feels the need to have me whenever and wherever he pleases. I’ve felt it once before as my panties are dripping and reacting to his growl. He rocks on top of me, as he pushes me onto the car.

  “You’re so fucking wet!”

  I laugh, “You’re so fucking horny.”

  He brings his hand up to my chin, “When did you get such a potty mouth?”

  I smirk, “I learned from the best.” My voice is trembling, and part of me wonders how long I’ll be pinned on top of the car.

  I want him to take off my panties. They're dripping as my sex starts to scream out his name. I pull him closer as excitement starts to take over. I feel like a naughty school girl, that should be in school, but I've snuck out to do nasty things with my teacher. The one that taught me how to respond to his touch, his body and most of all his cock.

  “I may've been a good teacher, but you were a student willing to learn. That was the most important part and girl did you learn quickly!”

  I want him to stop talking and just fuck me, let's get it over and done with. Now, I'm the one that's hungry, not him!

  “Fuck me!”

  “Patience my dear, everything in good time,” then with his crotch pressed against me with a promise of what’s to come. He starts kissing my neck and nibbling it in slow circles. It’s as if he’s completely changed the pace. One minute he’s moving so fast and the more I’m dying for him to take me. The slower he moves. It’s as if he’s pleasuring and torturing me at the same time. I can’t move or even protest further as I feel his strength holding me down.

  No more did I think about us being in the woods, the trees felt as if they were whispering about us. Telling us that they were enjoying the view. Only Blake could make me come, by a simple touch. I feel as if there’s a fire burning inside me that could start a forest fire. My body doesn’t feel as if it can stay in this state of arousal must longer. It’s as if I’m coming apart at the seams.

  “Please,” I plead as he starts to lift my dress and move his mouth downwards. He's no longer focusing on my shoulders. I'm half naked with my flimsy dress now being a thing of the past as he lifts it up my head and the only piece of material that's stopping his cock from entering my pussy is my panties.

  Blake moves his mouth as he starts to kiss my body from my stomach to my navel and then he stops as he reaches my pussy. His head is in between my legs.

  “It’s as if you’re punishing me.”

  “You’re so tense. We've got all night. There's no rush, just relax and enjoy the ride.”

  Then he tugs my panties, and in one rip, he completely removes them. There's an emptiness between my legs as his tongue touches my pussy. Just sligh
tly and it’s as if he’s sent a wave of pleasure sizzling through me.

  “Fuck!”

  It’s as if the more I cuss, the more he starts to pick up his pace as his tongue starts to devour me even more. He doesn’t just focus on my clit like he’d done so many times. Blake always has the element of surprise in the bedroom. I think that I know what he's going to do next, but then he does something completely different.

  I believed that we were going home or even going to park in the garage and fuck there. I didn't expect him to park and fuck me in the woods. Now, that we're here, he's doing something completely different as he starts to work the whole length of me. Each time carefully caressing my opening with the long, soft strokes and then he growls and starts to fuck me with his tongue.

  He laughs as he breaks away and I’m encouraging him by dipping his head further towards me.

  “You wanted me to fuck you! You didn’t say how.”

  Right now, I don’t care as I start to moan and grind against him. Every lick is making me peel further and further away. He’s no longer satisfied with just using his tongue, as he brings a finger inside me. He’s stroking my G-spot tenderly where his tongue was only a few seconds ago. He’s delicately licking a figure eight against my swollen bud.

  “Oh fuck!” I scream out as I start to reach the point of no return and my body starts to buckle. I’m trying to open my eyes, but everything’s a blur as I rock my body against his.

  I start screaming out loud, “Yes!”

  Then all of sudden I’m spitting out words as if they’re a foreign language. I didn’t even know that I could come like this, I’ve been with Blake for weeks, and it’s never been as hot as it is right now. My back should be uncomfortable on top of the car, but I lift up my body. I feel as if I’m mid-air and then I drop as I realize that I can’t come anymore. He’s taken all of me just with his tongue and fingers.