by Stella Stone
The rest of the morning our conversation is a bit lighter. Whitaker is annoyed that we didn’t invite him, but when Sterling reminds him that the paparazzi follow his every waking move, he agrees.
Although I think he will go to the next auction. He seems extremely interested in the process, and the types of women they have available. It should feel wrong, talking about them as though they are nothing but purchases, like we’re buying a high end car, but it doesn’t.
Everything about the way I bought Bexley seems right. I don’t feel even a shred of guilt when I know in my mind that I most definitely should.
BEXLEY
Brunch was fun, more fun than I’ve had in a really long time. Now, it’s a different story. Now I’m in the car with Connery and we’re in complete silence, again. I want to scream, or punch things, anything to get him talking.
We arrive back at his house, and I inhale a deep breath, letting it out to try to calm myself as he walks around the car and opens my door.
He helps me out, surprising me by lacing his fingers with mine. Together we walk up the staircase to the house and inside.
“Upstairs, Bexley. I’ll be there in a minute. No clothes,” he orders.
I don’t ask him any questions. I follow orders. I have a feeling he needs me to right now. Whatever happened last night, he’s processing something, and I don’t know him well enough to know if I can ask him about it.
Hurrying upstairs, I untie the belt at my waist and slip the dress down my arms, as I step out of the heels. I pick up my shoes and set them down neatly in the corner, the dress I drape over a decorative chair.
I’m standing, facing the door, my chin dipped in the only type of submissive move I can think of. Then, suddenly the door slowly opens, then closes.
“I’ll have Abbi pick up some clothes and things for you,” Connery’s deep voice sounds throughout the room. I don’t know who Abbi is, but I don’t ask. “Look at me, sexy girl.”
Lifting my gaze from the floor, I find his blue eyes and I suck in a breath. They’re swirling with something unreadable, but there is fire behind them, that is for certain. He stands with his arms loose at his side. I don’t make him demand, or order, or request anything else from me.
Walking on shaky legs, I make my way toward him. With trembling fingers, I unbutton his shirt, then slide it off of his arms and torso.
My fingertips run down his body, feeling every ripple of his muscles. He has a better body than I’d realized, a more defined body.
When I reach his pants, I pop the button then slide them down his hips, pulling his underwear with them until I’m on my knees and his jeans are at his ankles. He toes out of his shoes, kicking his pants off then he’s in front of me again, his hard cock right at my eye level.
I take him in, looking at every part of him. No wonder he hurt when he slid inside of me, he’s bigger than either of the men I’ve been with. Not only in length but in girth too. I don’t ask him what he wants. I do exactly what he’s explained, is his desire.
Moving my hands behind my back, I grab ahold of each elbow and I open my mouth, tipping my head back and offering myself to him.
Connery lifts his hand, cupping the underside of my jaw, as his thumb slides along my bottom lip. “You learn quickly, Bexley. Stay open, sexy girl,” he rasps.
A shiver runs through me and my breasts feel heavy, my nipples peaking and my pussy aches between my legs. I stay open for him. His cock pushes past my lips and down my throat as far as I can take him.
His eyes stay on mine, his hand at my jaw, as he fucks my mouth. I can feel the slobber dripping down my chin with each thrust from his hips, but with the look in his eyes, I don’t feel the slight bit embarrassed. He loves it.
“Fuck, you look so goddamn sexy taking my cock, Bexley,” he rasps.
I place my hands on the front of his thighs and hold on. His movements are becoming jerkier and his eyes, darker. I think he’s close, and I whimper before I moan as his other hand fists in the back of my hair, pulling it a little as he continues fucking me.
Connery has complete control over me, and I like it, no I absolutely love it. When he comes, it's without warning and I swallow every single drop—happily.
CHAPTER NINE
CONNERY
Pulling her naked body next to mine, I caress her ass with my fingertips. She’s probably wishing I would caress other parts of her, but I’m not ready yet.
The blowjob she gave me only moments ago was almost as mind blowing as the sex we had last night. Everything with Bexley seems to be out of the fucking world, and I’m trying to figure it out.
“Tell me how you ended up there last night,” I demand, keeping my voice soft and gentle.
Her body tightens but then she quickly forces herself to relax. “My brother,” she admits softly, her husky voice going straight to my dick.
“What do you do?” she asks, lifting her head and resting her chin on my chest.
I allow the change in subject, not wishing to talk about her shitbag brother. I have plans for him, what exactly, I’m not sure yet. But I plan on taking him down, one way or another. I could go into detail about what I do, but I decide not to. My ventures are boring unless you’re into programming and computers.
Instead, I offer her my usual job description. “I’m a computer nerd,” I wink. She shakes her head, a pretty little smile on her lips. “Come up here, offer me that pussy, sexy girl.”
She shivers, and I feel her nipples against my side, poking into my skin. Her face tints pink at my suggestion, or rather, demand. “I’ve never, not like that,” she says, gulping.
“You do this, Bexley, later you can ride me,” I offer.
I make it sound like a reward although she’s doing it no matter what. All morning I’ve envisioned her tits swaying while she fucks me. I can’t fucking wait.
She sucks in a ragged breath and sits up, then throws her leg over my waist. Slowly she crawls up my body until her pussy is in perfect position.
“Come on, sexy girl,” I urge, sliding my hands up her thick thighs, and wrapping my fingers around her hips.
Slowly, she lowers herself against my face. Her scent is the first thing to hit me. She’s clean, but she’s turned on and I groan at the smell of her. Lifting my head slightly, I keep my eyes on hers, placing a gentle kiss against her clit.
“Connery,” she whimpers. I chuckle, sliding my tongue out before I flatten it and run it from her asshole to her clit. “Shit,” she hisses.
I snort. “Feed me, Bexley. Offer me what’s already mine to take,” I rasp.
She nods, her hair swinging in her ponytail as she lowers even more, smothering me with her juicy cunt. I spend the rest of the afternoon, alternating between eating, and fucking her.
My sexy girl taking everything I give her, offering me more than I ever dreamed possible.
That night, I sleep in bed with her. For the first time I share a bed with a woman all night long.
I actually like it.
I decide that I’ll always sleep next to my, sexy girl, for as long as I have her next to me.
BEXLEY
Connery is an animal and I love it. Not only did we have sex all day yesterday, he woke up this morning, touching and caressing me, ready for more. There was one position we didn’t try that I’ve been wanting to test out with him.
Instead of crawling on top of him this morning or widening my legs for him to slip inside of me, I crawl toward the footboard of the bed.
Staying on my knees, I spread my thighs far apart and lower onto my elbows. Tipping my ass up, I offer myself to him.
“Christ, you’re beautiful, Bexley,” he rasps from behind.
I feel exposed, not beautiful or sexy, but I want this, and I know already when it comes to him I have to suggest it. He’s a control freak, but in a very subtle way. He wants it to seem like he’s not, by making me offer myself to him to take.
And yet, isn’t that complete control?
Here I am
bent over in front of him, offering myself for his pleasure, and he’ll take it knowing that I’ll always offer it. Not just because he makes me feel amazing, but that I want to please him, to stay with him, to stay here.
I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance and I whimper. I’m sore, incredibly sore, but I still want his touch—I crave it.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his voice soft as his fingers massage my hips.
I hum. Enjoying the pain, the burning pain from his cock. “No, please don’t,” I beg.
He slams completely inside of me, grinding his hips against me before he stills. “Lift up, hold onto the footboard,” he instructs.
I lift each hand, one-at-a-time, gripping the footboard with my fingers. Arching my back, a bit more, and tipping my hips for him, he groans at the shifted angle. I match him with a moan of my own.
“You’re mine, aren’t you, sexy girl?” he asks.
It doesn’t sound like he’s really asking me though, more like stating a fact. It’s true, I am his.
I pull forward slightly and slam back against him, crying out from the soreness between my legs. One of his hands slides from my hip to press against my clit.
His fingers touch me, stroking me, and playing me like only he can while I continue to fuck him. His hips stay completely still, and he lets me move against him.
“Next time we do this, I need to make sure it’s in front of a mirror. I want to see those pretty tits sway, Bexley,” he groans, pressing his chest against my back and his mouth against my ear.
My breath hitches as my orgasm suddenly roars through me. I buck against him, unable to control my movements as I fuck him harder, and faster. His fingers continue to work me, matching my tempo as my entire body shakes.
“Shit, yes, yes, yes,” I chant, then I let out a long cry.
Only then does he remove his hand from between my legs, wrapping it around my hip as he straightens behind me. It’s his turn to fuck me, and he doesn’t go gentle or slow.
Connery’s hips slam against my ass, his balls hitting my clit with each thrust causing me to whimper. I can feel my wetness sliding down my thighs, and I know it’s on him as well.
“You’re so wet, sexy girl. All for me, isn’t it? This tight wet juicy cunt is all for me,” he grunts.
Just when I’m about to answer him, the door opens. I let out a yelp at the woman standing in the doorway. Her eyes glance behind me, then down to me, and she smirks.
What she doesn’t do is leave.
Connery continues fucking me, his fingers gripping my hips tightly, and he roars before he empties inside of me, filling me full of his release.
“Abbi,” he chuckles.
“Connery,” she breathes.
CHAPTER TEN
CONNERY
Abbi is looking at me like she’s ready to strip and join us. I’ve warned her about walking into my room unannounced, and yet, here she is. I gently pull out of Bexley, wishing I could stay inside of her a bit longer but Abbi’s inability to look away kind of killed the moment.
“This is Bexley, she’ll be living here from now on,” I announce standing from the bed.
I pick up the shirt I wore yesterday and hand it to Bexley, sure that she doesn’t want Abbi to look at her naked body. She’s comfortable in her skin to a degree, but I know she’s still shy.
Grabbing my jeans, I tug them up my legs, then hips, while Bexley, quickly buttons the shirt to cover her pretty tits. A shame really. If it were up to me she’d stay in here naked and ready for me all day, every day. However, I’m sure she wouldn’t really care for that too much.
“And how did Miss. Bexley come to live here, Connery?” Abbi asks, arching a brow.
She pops her hip out, placing her hand on it. I grunt, looking away from her boney figure as I reach out and slide my hand through the hair at the side of Bexley’s head.
“Since you’re my assistant, and house manager, it’s not really any of your business. Just know, she’s mine, and this is where she lives now. I do need you to do something for her, though,” I state.
Abbi’s eyebrows shoot toward her hairline, and I can see the anger in her gaze from my words. She thinks herself more than my employee, and she is a friend but only to a degree.
I would never tell her anything about the auction. Only Cal knows about that, and I pay him handsomely to keep it under his hat. Abbi would blab that shit to every person in town.
“Bexley needs a wardrobe. Everything. Lingerie, clothes, makeup, shampoos, whatever a woman needs to live, Bexley needs it.”
Bexley’s hand wraps around my wrist and I turn my head to look down at her. “I can go on my own, Connery, don’t make her do it,” she rasps.
Shaking my head, I turn back to Abbi. “You’d be happy to, right Abbi?”
Abbi gives me a curt nod. “Of course,” she smiles, though it’s fake as hell. “Before I leave, I need to go over a few things with you Connery,” she snaps.
It’s my cue to leave Bexley. Abbi wants to talk alone, and after everything she’s been through as my assistant I owe her that much, at least. What I won’t give her are any specifics, so I hope she realizes that quickly, before I have to get pissed off at her.
“Go downstairs, see if you can scrounge up something to eat, we’ll be in my office,” I murmur, looking down at Bexley.
She gives me a sad smile and nods. I don’t know what she thinks is between me and Abbi, but I’m sure she thinks it’s something that it is not.
Leaving her, I follow Abbi toward my office, and once we’re inside, she closes the door behind her. Walking over to my desk, I power on my computer and I wait for her to start throwing a tantrum.
“Where did this come from?” she asks, placing her palms on my desk and leaning over.
I have the perfect view of her small cleavage and I smirk, leaning back in my chair, looking at her face. “Call it fate. We just work, she knows what I want, and she accepts me, the way I am, Abbi,” I state.
“The way you are?”
I shake my head. “No marriage, no family, and everything has a time stamp. She knows. We’re just playing house for fun, sweetheart. Now, let’s talk about what my week looks like. I need to get working on that new program. I’ve already taken too many days off from it,” I mutter, irritated with myself that I let my sexy girl distract me for the entire weekend.
“So, she’s just for fun?” she asks.
I smirk. “Yeah, Abbi. For fun. Nothing too serious. She’ll be living here for the foreseeable future, so get used to her though. No bullshit or I’ll fire your ass,” I grunt.
Abbi rolls her eyes, then she goes over my week with me. I have a couple meetings, but the rest of the week is clear for me to work on my program.
I also have to do a little digging around and look for Bexley’s brother. I dismiss Abbi and tell her to get Bexley outfitted for her life as my companion.
She leaves my office with my credit card, and instructions on what lingerie I prefer along with style of clothes. I want Bexley’s body showcased, but not shown off in anything skimpy or slutty.
“Connery, she’ll be classy and stylish. She is a representation of your brand, I wouldn’t fuck you over. Even if you try to fuck yourself over constantly,” she states.
I watch her walk away, thinking about her words.
Do I try to fuck myself over?
I suppose purchasing a woman for over two million dollars was a risky fucking move, but I wouldn’t consider it fucking myself over.
Bexley is perfect for me. In and out of the bedroom, and Tilly loves her. Which only bodes well for get-togethers with my friends.
BEXLEY
Abbi, waltzes out of Connery’s office, a smug assed smirk on her face with each step she takes. She eyes me up and down, then looks over to the bagel I have, which is slathered in cream cheese. She makes a tsking sound, but otherwise doesn’t say anything about it.
“I’ll be shopping today for you. What are you, a fou
rteen? Sixteen?” she asks tipping her head to the side, her pen poised and ready to scribble something down.
“Ten,” I growl.
She laughs, shaking her head. “It’s just us girls. You’re no ten, honey,” she winks.
I roll my eyes. I am a ten, but honestly a twelve feels better. “Fine, a twelve,” I sigh.
She snorts, writing something else down. “Connery has given me a list of do’s and don’ts. Is there anything special you’d like, any particular brands you require?”
She’s trying to sound all business, but she can’t hide the twinge of jealousy in her voice, she wants Connery, it’s painfully obvious.
I shake my head. “No, just a swimsuit, I notice he has a pool. I prefer a two piece,” I smile.
“I’ll look for something… high waisted,” she cringes. I want to smack her down on her size zero ass. “I’ll set up an appointment with a trainer as well,” she announces.
I press my hand to my stomach. I’m not extremely thin, I know that, but I’m not overweight either. I’m curvy and proportionate. “I think I’ll have a dietician meal prep for you too.” Before I can respond she turns around and hustles out of the kitchen.
I lift my bagel to my mouth, but then decide to set it down on the plate. I throw it away as my stomach growls. That bitch. Fuck her for making me feel like shit.
Then, a thought tramples into my head. What if it was Connery that told her to do all that? I walk toward his office, hearing his voice, and try to decipher his words, not wishing to interrupt him with something that he would probably find trivial.
“No, no. Nothing like that,” he laughs. “She’s just a bit of fun. She knows I’m not into being domesticated. When I’ve had my fill, she’ll be gone,” he laughs again.