“There aren’t words to express my gratitude, Rose. If there was any other way, I would have never let this happen. You have to believe me,” she cried.
“It’s surreal. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up from this nightmare. But I’m not, am I, Aunt Melissa?”
“I begged her to let you go or to find another way for you to work off the debt. I would have gladly gone in your place. I even told her I would go back and do what she wanted, but she only laughed at me. She said I wasn’t worth nearly what you were and that she had been waiting a very long time to get her hands on you. And if I didn’t go along with it…well, I’ve told you what she’s threatened to do not only to me, but your uncle and the girls. She’ll set him up for some crime and he’ll go to prison and I’ll be forced into prostitution. And my girls, I hate to think what will happen to them. They’ll be forced into foster care until they’re old enough to be of use to her. She’s not bluffing.”
“So, I’m the sacrificial lamb, so to speak,” Rose choked out. Her world was crashing down around her. She felt faint, sick, and her head was pounding. She didn’t want to believe what her aunt was telling her, but there was no doubt by the look of absolute terror and fear in her aunt’s eyes that she wasn’t lying.
“Yes, but it will be over. Mistress Adams is the worst enemy you could ever want, but believe it or not she is good for her word. Once you’ve worked off the debt, you’ll be free to live your life anyway you choose. She’ll never bother you or any of us again. I know you may never forgive me, but I will never ever let you down again. What you’re doing for me and my family means everything to me, Rose. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m doing this for Uncle Thomas and the girls. He adores you, and if anything ever happened to anyone of them, I would never forgive myself. It would kill him if he knew you had sold yourself to men for sex and God knows what. But it’s what she would do to him…”
“He deserves better than me. You deserve better than the cards you’ve been dealt.” She stopped to catch her breath. “You could have said no.”
“Could I, really? But you knew I wouldn’t. What kind of a life would I have knowing I could have prevented harm from coming to my family and didn’t do anything to stop it?”
“Whatever I have to do to make this up to you, I will. I promise.”
Her aunt’s promise meant little now. There was nothing she could ever do to make up for this.
The limo came to a sudden halt, forcing Rose back into the present and what lay ahead of her. The driver jumped out and opened the door for her. She was really going to go through with this. Her mind cried out in denial as she walked into the lobby of the high-rise building on shaky legs and gave her name to the guard. He picked up the phone and then nodded her toward a bank of elevators.
She said a prayer that the next few months with Joshua McArthur would not break her spirit or her body. Mistress Adams had tried, but she hadn’t succeeded. However, this was different. After tonight, she would no longer be a virgin and the man that would take it from her would think nothing of what he was doing other than his own pleasure that could take many painful and degrading forms. She was his. Bought and paid for by his father.
Neither father nor son had reason to believe she wasn’t totally on board with their arrangement. As far as they were concerned, she had willingly agreed to be sold. If they got wind that Rose was there against her will, Mistress Adams promised she would follow through on her threats and she wouldn’t have a family to go back to. Rose inwardly shivered and pushed the elevator button that would take to her to the man she would call Master.
Chapter Two
Joshua McArthur took a sip of his beer and looked out the window that overlooked a courtyard with manicured gardens. In a few minutes his father’s delayed graduation gift would arrive. The man had no boundaries. He was a control freak who had been married several times, but in all those marriages, he had only one child. How he wished he had brothers and sisters who could have shared his father’s attention. Instead, his father had lavished and indulged him without reservation. Except for this one thing. On the subject of dominance and submission, his father had taken a firm stand.
“I know you think I’m a little nuts, and maybe I am, but I know the nature of the men in our family and you’re no different.”
“Thanks to your insistence, I’ve fucked women that like me to tie them up and spank them. They can be a lot of fun to play with. But, to actually go out and buy me a virgin to fuck for the summer, I mean, even you have to see that as being sick. And what kind of woman saves her virginity for something like this?”
“I’ll admit they are hard to come by. However, she’s a born submissive that learned early to save herself for the highest bidder. Who are we to question her motives? Some things are inherent. My father was a dominant and his before him and so on. This is a rite of passage, son.”
“Have all your wives been submissive?”
“That’s a loaded question since one of them was your mother. Although I’m surprised you haven’t asked me before. But I’ll answer it. All of them except your mother. She’s the one woman I was never able to control,” he said, with a smile. “That one was a handful and I still love her, mostly for giving me you. I only want a submissive for my darker pleasures. That’s why I pay for them now. You get what you want without any strings attached.
“And if I say no to this gift?”
“You won’t.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because we’re talking about it. And once you’ve seen her naked and she’s tied up and looking at you with those big green cat eyes of hers begging you for mercy, you’ll be calling me to thank me.”
Joshua shook his head. “This is crazy.”
As much as he didn’t understand his father, he loved him and his business aptitude couldn’t be denied. Yet, when it came to women, the man had no sense and no limits—at least not as far as he was concerned. Owning a submissive wasn’t something he cared to do, but this once, he would concede to his father’s wishes if it meant this one act would be enough to forget about his son’s sex life and let him concentrate on business. That’s where both he and his father excelled.
His father had taken the family company to a whole new level since he had taken over for his grandfather ten years earlier. His father had insisted that he work summers in the factory and learn the business from the ground up. It had been invaluable experience that he had put to good use these last two years. After college he had gone to Europe and learned about the international side of the business. He knew someday it would all be his and as much as he sometimes resented his father, he couldn’t help but respect him. But this wasn’t business and what he proposed had made him question his father’s sanity. Crazy didn’t run in the family, but he would have to keep an eye on him in the future, that was for sure. But again, if this was what it took to get his father out of his sex life, so be it.
He’d let his father think he was going along with his plan for the summer. However, he wasn’t sure he’d even fuck the girl. He didn’t like having anyone choose his women. But, from what his father had told him, she was well trained in how to please a man and that meant cooking, cleaning, and taking care of him. She could be useful since his housekeeper had left to get married a few weeks earlier. Timing was everything, and if she could do what was needed around the place, she might prove useful.
He heard the doorbell ring. The front desk guard had announced her a few minutes earlier. He looked at his watch. She was punctual. His father said she would arrive around two o’clock and it was two o’clock right on the nose. He walked through the apartment to the foyer and opened the door.
Large, luminous green eyes that tilted up slightly looked into his hesitantly. She had a suitcase with her. She didn’t smile. She stood so still, he wondered if she were real or a mannequin from one of the department stores. It was then that he noticed that her bottom lip quivered slightly. She appeared nervo
us.
“I take it you’re Rose,” he said.
“Yes, I am, Master,” she said softly, lowering her eyes.
“Come in.”
He moved so she could walk past him. She smelled of honeysuckle and coconut. Probably the shampoo she used. He closed the door and walked ahead of her into the living room. She followed.
“Can I get you a drink or something?”
“No. I’m fine, Master.”
“Well, your clothes arrived earlier. All the boxes are in your room. I’ll show you to it so you can get settled.”
She looked a bit startled. Didn’t she know her clothes had arrived already? Walking quickly ahead of her, he showed her to her room. She would learn that his room was off limits except to gather his laundry and clean. She’d also have to learn to stay in her own room when he entertained a woman. He had no intention of allowing her to dictate his personal life.
He opened her bedroom door and stood back, avoiding any physical contact with her. Again, honeysuckle and coconut overcame his senses as she passed by him. He breathed it in.
She walked slowly into the center of the room and looked around before she wheeled her suitcase to the closet. She opened it and stood back.
“Are you missing something?” he asked.
“No.” She turned to him. “I mean, no, Master.”
He couldn’t help but stare at her. She was exquisite in every way. Her long blond hair was held back with combs. Her bone structure was like that of a model. She was more than just beautiful, and those cat eyes that looked at him like he was the big, bad wolf were the type a man could get lost in. The skirt she had chosen was short. She had beautiful legs. In fact, everything about her was perfection. His father hadn’t been kidding. How, he wondered, could a woman that looked the way she did still be a virgin?
The thought crossed his mind that possibly she was a lesbian. He didn’t care. Whatever she was, for the next three months she belonged to him. His cock was already hard for her. Whatever his previous misgivings about having sex with her no longer seemed relevant. The fact was she had been paid a very large sum of money to bring him pleasure. It would be a waste not to allow her to make use of her training. However, he still had his misgivings.
“I’ll leave you now, Rose,” he said. “Come to the living room when you’re through unpacking.”
“Yes, Master.”
He shut the door softly behind him and walked back to the living room and through to the kitchen where he grabbed himself another beer. Damn, she was attractive and damned if he didn’t want her naked beneath him right this minute. If he had told her to strip, she would have. The fact was, she would do anything he told her. She was there to please him. But, she was a virgin and he didn’t want to hurt her unnecessarily her first time, regardless of what he was sure was her predilection for pain. There would be time for rough sex and kink later.
He wanted her to trust him. Not that it was necessary with their arrangement, but there was something about the way she had looked at him so innocently, with those big green cat eyes, that made him wish he had met her under very different circumstances. Taking it slow would not only help gain her trust, but would also stoke the sexual tension between them. He wanted her open and begging for his touch.
Some men might have enjoyed hurting her, especially her first time, but that wasn’t what he wanted for her. He wanted her to enjoy sex. For him, it was important that the women he fucked liked it. Even the women his father had taken him to learn the skills of dominance had always wanted him to ask for them again. He had pressed their limits, but he had never felt the need to inflict pain unnecessarily and without reason. His pleasure came from knowing he had given pleasure. He was sure his father didn’t feel the same way and would see his son’s needs as a weakness.
He sat down at his desk to surf the net for more information on Mistress Adams when he heard footsteps approach from behind him. He closed his laptop and sat back in his chair as he turned to where she now stood. He couldn’t help but drink in every aspect of her appearance. She was breathtaking. Again, he wondered how any woman and especially a woman who looked like her would want to sell herself to the highest bidder. But who was he to question her motives.
“I’ve unpacked my clothes, Master,” she said, not looking at him, but bowing her head slightly. “As you wish, I’m here.”
“That you are, Rose,” he said before he took another swig of his beer. “So tell me, are you ready to lose your virginity?”
He saw the slight dip of her shoulders and then she straightened. Her eyes looked up at him from beneath her long dark lashes.
“I’m here to please you, Master. If you’re ready to take it, then I am ready for you to take it.”
“Really?” he said, observing her stance that was anything but submissive at the moment. Although she was saying the right things, her body language said something entirely different. Plus—he smiled inwardly—she had said take and not give. A submissive would want to give him whatever he wanted, not have him take it.
“I will not take anything you do not wish to give. Maybe you’d like to rephrase what you just said.”
She lifted her head, her lower lip trembling slightly. “I’m sorry, Master. Please forgive me. I wish to give you my virginity.”
“How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-one.”
“How is it you are still a virgin?”
“I knew I would be more valuable as a virgin. I hope you will be pleased that I saved myself.”
She was lying. Her face was flushed and she had flexed her hands that were at her side. She had been trained to answer that question. There was something about her words that didn’t ring true. And yet she was here to do his bidding. He’d do well not to overthink their arrangement.
“How touching that you saved yourself for someone like me. I think there’s a bit more to it than that. Do you like men?”
“I am attracted to men, Master.”
“Have you ever been with a woman?”
Her eyes widened. “No. I have never been with a woman.”
Her look of complete shock at his questions was real. He was sure she was telling the truth this time.
“That may change, but while you’re with me, you will only be with me.”
She remained somewhat stone faced, looking at him like he might be the devil incarnate. It suddenly occurred to him that she might not be here of her own free will. The thought angered him.
“Rose. Are you here freely? I mean you weren’t forced to come to me, were you?”
She went deathly pale. “No, Master. Why would you think that? I’m here because I want to be. I wish to please you. Do you not want me?”
He stood up and walked to stand in front of her. He lifted her chin with his finger. “Look at me, Rose.”
She was too damn beautiful. Every part of him wanted her. “Then you come to me because it is what you want. You wish to please me as my submissive?”
“Yes, Master,” she breathed, her voice sweet and soft.
“Don’t ever lie to me, Rose. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her lips trembling slightly.
“Kiss me, Rose.” He leaned his head down to hers.
She lifted herself slightly and touched her lips to his. Her body pushed into his as her hands reached up to encircle his neck. Her tongue found his and swirled in a tease of sensations. His hands reached for her ass and pressed her more firmly into his hard cock. Slow be damned. He couldn’t wait any longer. He picked her up and carried her to her room where he stood her beside the bed.
She looked at him hesitantly. “Do you wish me to take your clothes off, Master?”
“No,” he said a little too sharply. He saw her take a step backward.
More gently he said, “I want to take off your clothes.”
She lowered her head. “Yes, Master.”
She was blushing. Had they trained her how to do that? If so, Mistress Adams was to b
e commended. So why was he suddenly angry?
“Lift your arms above your head,” he said again more sharply than he intended.
He arms rose immediately. He pulled her knit top over her head. She was wearing a pink lacy bra. He unhooked the front clasp and removed it to expose her firm heavy breasts. The word magnificent came to mind as he gazed down at the most beautiful natural breasts he had ever seen on a woman.
He took one and the other rose-colored nipple into his mouth and slowly teased it with his teeth. He heard her moan softly.
He released the zipper on her skirt and pulled it down. She wasn’t wearing any panties. He groaned as he went down on his knees in front of her and buried his face in her smooth sex. She was so fucking wet. She really did want this. He pushed her back until she fell across the bed, her legs dangling on either side of him.
“I’m going to finger-fuck you first. But regardless of what I do to prepare you, it will hurt. Of course, that will undoubtedly only add to your pleasure.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, her eyes closing.
“Don’t close your eyes, Rose.”
“Yes, Master.” She opened them wide.
With one finger and then two, he fucked her sweet little pussy while his other hand fondled her breasts. Her nipples were hard and he could see her tense each time his mouth sucked one. The combs in her hair had come loose. Long strands of her hair fell across her face while the rest of it was splayed behind her. Her lying open to him like this was beyond just sexy, it was lust at its most primitive level. He wanted her and to know that he was the first man to experience the sweetness between her legs made him desire her in a way he hadn’t thought possible.
He took his fingers from inside her to remove his pants and shirt. He watched her watching him. He saw her eyes widen when his cock sprung free.
“Don’t worry, Rose. I’ll fit perfectly inside you.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, her eyes still wide and unsure.
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