I turn back to look at the man who brought me here as he says, “This is where I’ll leave you, Miss Bakari. Enjoy your stay with us. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”
“Maybe,” I say. “Thanks.” I’m not sure what I’m thanking him for, but it seems like the thing to say to the man whose face will permanently be etched in my brain as they guy who took me to the apartment I lost my soul in.
He closes the door and I’m left alone in my new abode. Making my way around looking at everything before my man gets here, I find only two doors leading off from the living room. Opening one, I find a bathroom that’s huge. A stand-up shower and a deep bathtub that takes up one side. There’s your basic toilet and sink, then another door. I go inside and open it to find it’s a closet, filled with all kinds of clothes.
Upon closer inspection, I see it’s all lingerie. Nothing to wear to go out in. The man who won me must be that man who intends on keeping me locked away. Otherwise, there would be clothes to wear outside of the bedroom in here too, I bet.
There’s another door and I open it to find a normal-looking bedroom, except for the things that are lying on the bed. A red monoglove, two sets of red furry cuffs, a red blindfold, and a gag are lying on the black, silk-covered bed. I shudder as chills race over my body. “I’ll be completely immobile and unable to see or speak. But I’ll be able to hear. That’s not going to be fun.”
I can hear Leticia clucking at me in my head, ‘Don’t overthink things, Petra!’
My attention is taken as a knock comes at the door off the bedroom that goes into the living area. “Petra, are you in there?” comes a woman’s cheery voice.
“I am,” I say and go to meet my first visitor.
The door opens and in walks a young woman with her hair in a tight braid. She’s wearing the white uniform all the staff wear. Her identification badge has her name on it: Pat.
Handing me a folded piece of paper, she says, “Read this, and then I’ll get you ready for you owner. Oh, would you like something to drink? You know, to calm your nerves.”
“No thank you. I’d probably puke if I put any alcohol in my stomach right now.”
I take the note and open it to find he’s written me something in his own handwriting. Immediately, I think about keeping this letter as a keepsake of the time I lost my mind and did unthinkable things with a complete stranger.
Petra,
First, let me say how happy I am that I’ve won you. I’ve liked you since I first saw your picture on the club’s website. That said, let me get down to business.
I’m not into emotionally connecting with you. Please try your best not to take that personally. This is a release for me. That’s why I’ve paid for your company.
You will be bound and blindfolded before I come to you each time. I prefer not to be talked to while I’m doing what I do to you. If I ask you something, you may answer, but nothing else. Some women don’t like the use of a gag and I won’t use it on you if you can keep your mouth shut. I also don’t like to hear moaning. I’m aware that sounds crass, but I’m in this for me, not you.
Here are the rules. You have to stay inside of the apartment. There are hidden cameras all over the place. I will know what you’re doing at all times, even though I won’t be there. You can call room service for all your meals. I will allow you one alcoholic beverage a day. No more than that, as I detest drunks.
I may add to the rules as we go along. I want you to enjoy your time alone. There’s a television and an e-reader for your entertainment. Feel free to do whatever you want within the confines of your new summer home.
Respectfully,
Sir
Looking back up at Pat, I ask, “Will I ever get to know his name?”
Shaking her head, she walks away from me toward the bathroom. “Probably not. Don’t ask either. It might irritate him. If you keep him happy, you might get …”
I interrupt her, “A big bonus. Yes, I’ve heard.”
She comes back with a red robe. “He said to tell you to put this on and nothing else.” I take it from her and go to the bathroom to change out of the dress and put on the silk robe.
I can’t look at myself in the mirror as I change, then leave the room. Pat’s waiting for me at the end of the bed. She’s holding the monoglove and is smiling at me. “Here we go, Petra.”
Turning my back to her, I place my arms behind my back and they’re bound by the tight-fitting glove. My heart begins to pound, as I know I can’t get out of it if I want to. “Will he be letting me out of this thing?”
“Um, I think he’ll most likely send someone in to do that. That’s what he’s done with the others,” she tells me. “Take a seat on the end of the bed and let me cuff your ankles and secure your feet to the floor.”
I do as she’s says and then asks, “Do you know how many others he’s had?”
She looks up at me as fear fills her expression. “Shit, Petra! I shouldn’t have said anything about him or what he’s done. I’m sorry. Please don’t rat me out!”
With an understanding nod, I let her know her secret is safe with me. I don’t want her getting punished for telling me the little she knows.
My ankles are cuffed to two hooks on the wood floor, and then she picks up the blindfold. “See you later,” I say as I look into her eyes. Her light green eyes will also be forever etched in my memory. The last set of eyes I saw before he came to me.
Pat places the blindfold over my eyes as she says, “Everything is going to be okay. You’ll see. He’s not a bad man at all. He’s never hurt any of his former bottoms. We’ve had no complaints about him. Don’t tell him I told you that. I shouldn’t be telling you anything, but you look so nervous that I felt I needed to help calm you down. He’s a good man, Petra. Don’t worry.” I hear her heels click as she walks to the bedroom door. “Bye. He’ll be here when he’s ready.”
So now I sit and wait. For how long, I don’t know. I suppose this is part of his thing—making someone wait for him. This isn’t so bad. He’ll come in, screw me, then leave, and I get paid for that.
Hell, that’s what my high school boyfriend used to do all the time and I didn’t get shit out of it!
I hear the front door close and then the bedroom door opens. Before I can stop myself from talking, the way he said he wanted, I ask, “Are you my new owner?”
“I am,” comes his deep sexy voice.
“Glad to meet you.”
“And you as well.” I hear him moving around. It sounds like he’s taking off his clothes.
“Um, you won’t be staying here with me is what I understood from your letter. Is that right?”
“I have a place in town. You’ll be alone here most of the time. I’m not sure how often I’ll stop by.”
“I don’t understand,” I say as I turn my head to where I heard his voice come from. “Why buy me if you don’t want much to do with me?”
“To fuck you when I want.” He says flatly. “I’m on vacation and will be doing things I want to do. When I want you, you’ll be right where I left you.”
Not enthused and somewhat disappointed too, I ask, “What kind of things will you be doing to me? I didn’t see any whips or chains.”
“I don’t ever hit my bottoms, if that’s what you mean. It’s mindless fucking. Nothing to worry about or fear. I just need a tight little pussy to get off in and want no ties to that. Affection from you is unnecessary and unwanted. You will never see me. I want no terms of endearment. You call me ‘sir’ when I allow you to speak. Most of the time, you’ll be gagged while I have my way with you. I can see you’re a talker. You don’t seem to have much control over that, do you?”
I ignore his comment and ask, “How am I to never see you if you have to come in and prepare me and let me out of my restraints before you leave?”
“Some member of the staff will do those things for me. Not to worry. You won’t be left in the bonds you’re put in after I’m gone. You’ll be comfortable most of the time. O
nly when I need a release will I burden you with my needs.”
I want to know the man behind that sexy voice and it’s kind of making me nuts that we’re bound together, but he wants so little to do with me. “But I’m here for you in any way you need me for the next three months. I don’t know what you paid for me, but you can have so much more. I can accompany you places. I’m great company. And love to do all sorts of things. I can be a great companion to you. If you’re unattractive, I don’t mind. I won’t act in any way like I think less of you. You can let me see you and touch you. You might like it—who knows? We can spend time together if you want.”
He cuts me off with his finger to my lips. “Hush. You’re breaking a rule and I despise punishing. Speak when I ask you something. Other than that, remain quiet and listen to me. I’ll take all that I want to from you. All I want is mindless sex. Sorry if I’m boring you with that. But you are mine to bore if that’s what I want to do. The television has all the channels. You have a Kindle on the bedside table and can get all the books you want to read. Spend your time any way you want, as long as it’s within this dwelling I’ve rented for you.”
With a nod, I sigh, “Yes, sir.”
He could be worse and I know that. I think I’ll shut up, let him do what he wants, and reap my reward at the end of this thing that’s not anything like I thought it’d be.
But damn, his voice has me hot for him. I just wish I could see the man behind that voice.
“Petra, I know I wrote it all in the letter, but I want to be sure you understand that this isn’t personal. Please,” he says, then I feel the back of his hand as he runs it over my cheek. “Don’t take anything I do to heart. This isn’t about you or your fault in any way.”
His touch is making me wet, and his voice is beginning to sound familiar. But I keep that to myself as I say the words he wants to hear, “Yes, sir.”
Owen
Petra’s skin is as soft as a rose petal. I can’t stop running my hands over her body. I’ve pushed the robe off her shoulders and kissed them, relishing the prickles of heat her skin leaves on my lips.
I wanted this to be mindless for me, but it’s anything but that. She’s gorgeous and smells like heaven. Her breathing is already growing ragged with the slightest touch.
Grazing her neck with my lips, I kiss the shell of her ear. “Petra, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.”
“Thank you,” she says with that sweet voice of hers.
I should gag her so I don’t fall in love with the sound of her voice. It’s melodic and on the deep side. It’s sexy as hell and I know I’m going to let her talk more than I let any of the others.
Taking a moment to appreciate her body curve after curve, I touch her plump breasts. Her chest heaves as she sucks in her breath. “You have lovely tits. They’re perfect. That’s a rare thing to have naturally.”
“Thank you,” she says again.
Trailing one hand down her stomach, I rest it on her mound. “I like the way you keep yourself shaved. Keep doing that, okay?”
“I will.”
Moving my hand further down, I feel the heat coming off her. “You must like me, Petra. You’re hot for me.”
“I am hot for you, sir.” She pulls her lower lip between perfectly straight, white teeth. “I’m actually aching for you.”
My cock stirs with her confession. This isn’t supposed to be about her, but I can’t stop wanting it to be all about her. Kneeling in front of her, I lean in and kiss her sweet pussy lips. She gasps and I love the way it sounds.
“Petra, I know I said I wanted no moaning or noises, but the fact is you make great noises, so go ahead and make any that you want to, okay?”
“Oh, yes, sir,” she says as she drops her head back. “And if I may say so, your lips on me feel better than any ever have. And I mean that. I’m not just saying it.”
A smile creeps over my face and I kiss her intimately again. Running my tongue through her deep folds, I suck on her lips. Her moan fills me with a raw hunger for her.
Gripping her by the hips, I kiss her harder, licking her over and over, occasionally tapping the tip of my tongue to her ever-swelling clit. The heat that’s coming off her is remarkable. My cock is pulsing with anticipation of feeling her.
Pulling the hood up to let her clit free, I see it’s fully erect and place my lips on it, moving them up and down it as she groans with pleasure, “Yes!”
The guttural sounds she makes turns me on and when she cums, her moan is musical. I taste her sweet saltiness, then stand up, ready to let my cock feel her.
“You taste excellent, Petra.” I kiss her, sharing what she gave me.
Our tongues twist as she tastes herself on mine. My heart pounds as we kiss. The way her mouth conforms to mine is amazing and I have to have her in a different way than I planned to.
Releasing her mouth, I get the keys to the cuffs and unlock then, freeing her to move. I pick her up by the waist and move her up higher on the bed. Normally, I don’t want much skin to skin contact, but I want to feel every part of her on my body.
Moving my hands all over her, I take in the way she feels, then I get onto the bed and move my body over hers. Her chest is heaving with excitement. “Do you want me inside of you, Petra?”
“Yes, please!”
She spreads her legs for me and I slip between them, pushing my cock into her pulsing pussy and groaning with how fucking good it feels. “Fuck …”
“Oh, yeah,” she moans. “God, you feel good inside me.”
Moving with deep thrusts, I take her as I kiss her sweet lips. Our bodies move like one as she arches up to me when I try to leave her. My cock is deep inside of her and she loves it.
“I could fuck you forever, Petra,” I whisper in her ear, then kiss her neck. “You feel so fucking good.”
Her shoulders move as she struggles with the monoglove that has her arms pinned under her. I realize she’s uncomfortable. Moving quickly, I roll us over, leaving her on top of me. She rides my cock for all she’s worth.
I hold her by the waist and lift her, making her go the speed I want. Before I know it, my body is shaking and I’m groaning as I fill her up with my hot cum. She moans and I watch as her body shakes as she cums all over my cock.
I’m shocked at the intensity of it all. I’ve never felt so much before. I’m shaken by it and hurry to get her off me. I need to leave. I have to get the fuck out of here!
Putting her down in a sitting position on the bed, I get up and go to the shower, leaving her there. “Sir? Are you mad? Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” I say, then go get in the shower.
The warm water flows over my agitated head. I gave her more than I ever intended. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I’ll go away for a few days and get myself under control. So, what if she’s a great looking female? So, what if she feels so damn good?
I’m not here to do anything more than get my little fetish taken care of—fucking a woman with no contact other than dick to pussy. No talking. No touching. And I’ve broken all of my own rules!
Drying off, I go back to the bedroom to get dressed and leave before I do what I really want to, which is to crawl into bed with the woman and snuggle the night away, then wake up and get some more of that mind-blowing pussy she has going on.
She’s just where I left her, sitting there with her arms behind her back and the blindfold on. “Sir, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I say, with a sharper tone than I meant to have. It’s not her fault I’m letting her get to me. “Sorry. I’m fine. I just need to get out of here. You can get settled in and I’ll come back when I need to knock off a piece. That’s what you’re here for. Nothing more than that. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.” She slumps and I feel bad for what I’ve said. “I just thought that went really well. I thought you might wanna stay for a while. Do it some more. It was really good. Don’t you think it was spectacular? I sure did. And I was
scared as hell that it would be awful. It was such a pleasant surprise and I’m already looking forward to being with you all summer. I got lucky when you won me, sir.”
I stop trying to pull my pants on as I look at her and find my heart swelling. “Thank you, Petra. That’s nice of you to say. And I thought it was spectacular too. I did. It’s just that I didn’t get you for that. I got you to get a particular fetish out of my system. And I didn’t use you the way I needed to for that to happen.”
“I’m sorry for going off subject, sir. But your voice is so familiar that my brain won’t stop asking me to ask you a question. You see, I saw a man earlier today that I think was you. Did you and I see each other today, sir?”
I freeze, knowing that we did see one another and she’s putting two and two together. But then I think about the fact that she still won’t know my name, so I admit it to her, “It was me who locked eyes with you in the hallway, Petra.”
“I knew it,” she says, then chews on her lower lip. “So, Dr. Owen Cantrell is my owner.”
Fuck!
Petra
“Sir?”
The sound of the closing door is all I hear. I’m stuck here like this, looking God knows how. And he left me!
I’d climb off the bed if I wasn’t blindfolded and had a clue how I might get out of this damn monoglove. But I’m stranded here, barely hopeful that he’ll send anyone to help me. And it’s all my fault. Why did I have to say his damn name out loud?
Of course, he didn’t go through all this trouble to keep my eyes off him if he wanted me to know who he was. I’m an idiot!
And now what’s he going to do?
Probably dump me. I bet he’s going straight to Isabel and telling her everything, and I’ll most likely be thrown out of the club. God! I’m so stupid!
“Petra?” I hear that girl who helped put me in this stuff call out as the bedroom door opens. “Hi. Your Dom asked me to come help you.”
“Please do,” I call out. “I’ve made a terrible mistake.”
“I heard,” she says as she takes off the blindfold, and I blink as the dim light hits my eyes. “He’s upset. Very upset.”
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