Bought

by Jaymie Holland

  When he finished he gripped her shoulders. “So you like fear do you?” He gave a low laugh close to her ear that sent chills through her. “Well, you’re getting what you asked for.”

  She swallowed as more chills rolled through her.

  “I can show you fear.” He slid his hands around her throat and lightly squeezed. “I could do anything to you right now. Isn’t that right?”

  She swallowed, her breathing quickening as he increased pressure. “Yes.” She had to gasp the word.

  He kept his hold on her neck and lowered his head and kissed her. It was a hard kiss, fierce and primal. It made her head feel like it was spinning.

  When he broke the kiss he met her gaze, fire in his eyes “You tend to talk too much.” He kept the pressure even as she nodded. “I’m going to fix that.”

  He picked up the additional rope then hooked his arm around her neck and drew her backward toward her room. When he reached her room, he kept his arm around her neck as he set the rope on top of her dresser then searched her upper drawer. He pulled something out and caressed it along her cheek to her mouth. She felt the silky softness of one of her panties as he moved it over her lips. He forced the panties into her mouth and secured them with more rope.

  She looked up at him as he turned her around to face him. An almost exhilarating sense of fear shot through her when she saw the look in his eyes.

  He brought his palms to her breasts and her eyes widened at the dark sensuality in his expression. The heat of his hands traveled through the satiny material and her nipples tightened.

  “I think this is why you flashed your breasts at me.” He began massaging them as his gaze held hers. “I think you had every intention of seducing me.” He grabbed her long hair and her scalp stung as he jerked her head back. “Isn’t that true?”

  Her head was back so far and so tightly that she couldn’t nod or shake her head. With her arms pulled back like they were it caused her chest to thrust out. He lowered his head and cupped her breast with his free hand as he brought his mouth to her nipple.

  She gasped behind the gag. It felt so wonderful with his hot mouth sucking her nipple and wetting the fabric. He moved his hand to her other breasts and sucked that nipple, too.

  When he raised his head, he jerked her hard against him and she felt his rigid erection against her belly. “I want to fuck you, and there isn’t anything you can do about it if you wanted to.” He lowered is mouth to her ear. “But we both know that’s exactly what you want.”

  He kept her head pulled back and nuzzled her neck as he started to unbutton her nightshirt. With every one that came undone, her blood rushed in her ears. When the shirt was completely unbuttoned, he let it fall open and expose her breasts and her silky black panties.

  “You look so beautiful, so helpless.” He caressed her curves then raised his hand and let her hair slide through his fingers. “I love the color of your hair.”

  One erotic thrill after another went through her as he fondled her nipples then moved his hand down her belly and slid it into her panties. Her eyes widened and her breath caught as he slipped his fingers into her folds.

  “Wet.” He rubbed her clit and her eyes nearly crossed from the pleasure he was giving her. He moved his hand out of her panties and she almost whimpered, wanting him to touch her again.

  “I’m not finished with you.” He grabbed the rope he had left on her dresser and released her enough to begin binding each of her breasts. He looped the rope around the back of her neck, then, around her upper chest and each shoulder so that her shoulders were pulled back. He then began to wrap the rope around each breast before finally tying it off.

  The rope was snug so that her breasts were firmed up, her nipples hard and prominent. He tied the rope so that her upper body was in a body harness like she had seen in pictures. She had never felt such a restrictive tie.

  “You’re gorgeous.” He surveyed his handiwork as he caressed her. “I love your body. I want to fuck you until your eyes cross and the only thing you see is me as I take you.”

  Her heart couldn’t seem to slow down. She felt a little frightened, but mostly so turned on that she wanted him to take her. Now.

  “You like fear?” his voice was almost menacing as he caught her face in his palms. “You’d better be afraid. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

  Roni’s heart beat so hard it almost seemed to hurt her chest. He was right. She didn’t know what she’d gotten herself into. This might not be harmless fun like she had thought from the beginning. She was reckless and she really should know better.

  For all she knew he could be the serial killer.

  Now that’s just stupid, Roni.

  Still her breathing was so fast she thought she might hyperventilate.

  He moved his hands to her shoulders. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my cock inside of you.”

  Despite her fear and the wildness of her thoughts, she wanted him so badly she could taste it. She nodded.

  “That’s what I thought.” Again he hooked his arm around her neck and pulled her into the living room.

  Her thoughts were wild, crazy. What was he going to do with her?

  He reached the couch and pushed her down so that she was hanging over the back of the couch, her cheek against the soft leather. Her arms were still tied behind her and her shirt opened all the way so that her bare breasts pressed against the couch cushions. The gag was so tight that she felt the rope rubbing the sides of her face.

  It wasn’t hard to imagine that she was taken captive by a man who was going to take her whether she wanted him to or not.

  The brush of his slacks and his erection against her backside sent a thrill through her core. A zipper hissed and then the rustle of fabric and he was pressing his cock against her panties. It felt long and thick and hard and she ached between her thighs, wanting him to take her now. He shoved her shirt up and over her hips then her pushed her panties down. He knelt and took them from around her ankles and did something with them before he rose back up again.

  He bent over her and his breath was warm on her neck. “You’ll notice that with your elbows secured, your shoulder tied back, and your wrists secured to the harness, you have no leverage. Go ahead. Try and get away. Fight me. And I want to hear you, too.”

  He was right. With her arms back and her elbows tied she had no leverage, but she kicked back with her heels and hit him in the shin and he cursed. She made muffled sounds as she tried to get out of his grasp.

  As she struggled, she heard the sound of a package and knew he was putting on a condom. Her excitement grew and she fought him even harder.

  He put his knee between her thighs and forced her legs so that they were wide apart. She bucked against him.

  “That’s not good enough.” His breathing sounded tight as he pinched her nipple. “Fight me.”

  The more she fought, the harder he became against her backside.

  And then he thrust his cock into her core and she cried out behind her gag. It felt so incredible having him inside her. He was so big and the more she struggled the more excited she became, the more erotic it felt.

  He pumped his hips against her and she felt his slacks against her naked ass. With each movement she made it seemed to magnify every sensation that she felt. He slipped his hands between the couch and her skin and grabbed her breasts. She cried out behind her gag as he pinched her nipples.

  She could feel an orgasm rising up in her, heading out of nowhere.

  “I know you want to come.” The man knew far too much about how she was feeling. “But you’re going to wait until I tell you that you can because I’m not through fucking you.”

  She groaned and tried not to think of how deep he was burying himself inside of her, how hard he was taking her.

  It was impossible. She felt it coming at her, faster and faster.

  Then he stopped and spanked her hard. She shrieked from surprise and pain, the gag muffling her cry. He
spanked her again and again and she felt his hard thickness inside of her and the contrast of pleasure and pain made her whole body quiver. Tears leaked from her eyes from the combination of so many incredible sensations.

  Her orgasm came closer and closer even though she fought it down. He started fucking her again.

  He leaned over her back. “You can come now.”

  A muffled cry escaped her as she climaxed hard and long. It seemed like the vibrations would cause her to become undone.

  He made a hoarse sound as her body trembled from her orgasm and she felt him throb inside of her.

  “Damn,” he said as she started to come back to herself. He braced his hands on the couch to either side of her. “Best investment I ever made.”

  Chapter 4

  It was the best night of sleep she’d gotten. Ever.

  Roni rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling and smiled. John Taylor was so much more than she had imagined. She looked at the pillow next to her. Too bad he wouldn’t stay the night but that was understandable. He’d said he had to go to work in the morning.

  Hell, they’d barely met.

  And they were getting together again tonight. She had invited him for dinner and he had accepted. With sex like that she’d be inviting him to dinner every night.

  She stretched, a long luxurious stretch. What a fantastic way to wake up on a Sunday morning. It had been a while since she’d had sex and last night had been great sex. She was nicely sore in all the right places. Nothing like being bought and used for his pleasure.

  After making a pot of coffee and pouring herself a cup, she curled up in her robe on the sofa—the same sofa she’d had wild sex on last night—and powered on her iPad. It was her favorite place to read the latest happenings, and she pulled up the local news site.

  She frowned when she saw the headlines. The serial killer had struck again last night, sometime after John had left her house. She thought about his warning and was glad he had brought her home rather than her catching a cab and coming alone.

  A slow chill rolled over her as she read. Last night’s victim was the fifth in the past two months. What was even more disturbing was the victim profile just released by the FBI.

  All the women had long red hair, were between five-six and five-nine in height, mid thirties, single, business professionals, and lived within a tri-state area that included Maryland, Delaware, and Virginia.

  Goose bumps broke out on her forearms and she shivered.

  Determined to avoid getting caught up in thinking about the uncanny similarities of the victims to herself, she perused the rest of the news. Despite her efforts, her mind kept going back to the serial killer, along with tempting thoughts of dying her hair blonde.

  Frustrated with herself, she turned off the tablet and set it aside. She had never been one to get caught up in the news. But man, this was weird.

  She grabbed her cup of coffee from off of the end table and was headed into the kitchen when her phone rang. She scooped it up off of the kitchen table and read the caller identification screen.

  LIZZY.

  Or Elizabeth as her older sister preferred to be called. She hated the nickname her brothers and sisters had given her as they were growing up.

  “Hi, Lizzy.” Roni grinned to herself as she answered.

  “Bite your tongue, little sister.” Lizzy’s response didn’t have the kind of enthusiasm that it normally did. “I saw the news about the serial killer in your area.”

  “Yeah. That.” Roni poured her now cool coffee into the sink. “Find a man who has a thing for redheads and what does he do? Dices them up.”

  “I’m worried about you.” Lizzy blew out her breath. “Living alone, fitting a profile like that… Talk about a miniscule portion of the population and the guy is whacking them off? I don’t like it.”

  “Not so crazy about it myself.” Roni poured herself another cup of coffee as she held the phone between her ear and her shoulder. “But there’s no sense in worrying about it. Besides, it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack, trying to find women to fit his profile.”

  “But he’s finding them.”

  Roni dumped cream and sugar in her coffee. “I’m fine and I promise to be careful. Just don’t tell Mom and Dad. Both of them will worry too much.”

  “I won’t,” Lizzy said. “But then I won’t have to because Dad reads the papers.”

  Roni groaned. “Downplay it, okay?”

  “You be careful.”

  “All right, Ms. McAllister.” Roni said her sister’s name in a singsong voice, like one of her students might. “And I’ll bring an apple to school Monday morning.”

  “Very funny.”

  “Thanks for calling.” Roni took a sip of her rapidly cooling coffee. “Give everyone hugs and kisses.”

  “I will.”

  After they hung up the phone, Roni took a long drink of her coffee then set it aside. The morning had started out so awesome. She had to get her mind onto the more important things.

  Like tonight when she and John got together again.

  Roni selected a head of lettuce and set it in her basket as she picked up a few things from the produce section at her neighborhood grocery store for her dinner with John. After choosing some tomatoes, garlic, and onions, she moved on to grab some lasagna noodles then ricotta and mozzarella cheeses along with other ingredients to make lasagna. She chose a nice merlot from the selection in one corner of the store.

  She’d spent the day catching up on things she hadn’t been able to take care of during the week while she was at work. E-mail, bills, laundry, yadda yadda yadda. She couldn’t wait to see John later that evening. He’d said that he would be at work until late that afternoon and would call her when he got off. She wondered what security company he worked for.

  After her last load of laundry was in the dryer, she had headed to the grocery store. She enjoyed grocery shopping. It was kind of relaxing, taking her time as she made her way around the grocery store. Especially when it was for something special like tonight.

  After she picked up a pint of sorbet from the freezers she went to the dairy case. She was taking a half-gallon of milk off of the shelf when someone bumped into her. The carton slipped from her fingers and slammed onto the floor, a flood of milk rushing from it.

  “What—” She turned to see who had just hit her from behind.

  It was Drake Pierson from the auction last night.

  “Roni?” He sounded surprised to see her, then said, “I am so sorry. Not exactly the way I envisioned us meeting again.”

  “Never dreamed I’d be ankle-deep in milk.” She shook her head. “But you know what they say about not crying over it.”

  A store employee said, “You can leave it, ma’am. I’ll take care of the mess,” as Roni started to pick up the now empty carton.

  Drake’s brown eyes were warm as he smiled at her. “I am glad to see you, though.”

  “Nice to see you, too.” Roni returned his smile. Drake had the good looks of a male model—not to mention the body—but a down to earth presence.

  She pushed her basket out of the employee’s way so that the milk could be cleaned up. She cocked her head to the side. “What are you doing here?”

  He raised a loaf of Italian bread that she hadn’t noticed he was carrying. “It would go great with that pasta and sauce ingredients you have there,” he said with a nod to her basket.

  She nodded. “It would indeed.”

  “How about inviting me over and we can spend a little time getting to know each other,” he said with a hopeful look.

  “Tonight’s not good.” She would be really busy with John. At least that was the plan.

  He sighed and with mock sadness shook his head. “My hopes dashed.”

  With a laugh, she said, “You still have my number?”

  He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. “Safely in here.”

  “You can call me later this week, if you’d like,”
she said. Who knew if things weren’t going to go well with John? She hoped they went great, but it never hurt to have backup. And as hot as he was, Drake would make excellent backup.

  “I will do that.” He returned his wallet to his back pocket.

  “I’d better get home before my sorbet melts.” She took another half-gallon of milk out of the dairy case and put it into her basket.

  “Did you walk or drive?” He fell into step beside her as she went to the closest checkout lane.

  “Walked.” She parked the cart and started putting items onto the conveyor belt, and they moved toward the cashier.

  “I’ll walk you home.”

  She glanced at him and the hopeful look on his face. What would it hurt?

  Well, for one it would encourage him. For two he might ask to come in and she would be getting things ready for dinner for John.

  “I’m fine,” she said. “But thanks.”

  He handed her the Italian bread. “You should take this.”

  “Thank you.” She had completely forgotten about getting some bread herself.

  After she paid for the groceries, she turned to say goodbye to Drake. “It was nice seeing you,” she said. “Next time without the milk.”

  He laughed. “Yes, agreed.”

  She picked up her bags and headed out the door. She looked over her shoulder as she walked out but he was gone.

  Chapter 5

  The doorbell rang and Roni looked into the peephole, saw John, and she smiled. She opened the door and she caught her breath. He looked so sexy in a blue shirt with Levis and a pair of running shoes. His short sleeves drew attention to the power in his arms and the fabric fit his muscular chest just right. She liked the way his short hair curled a little above his ears and the piercing intensity of his blue eyes.

  “Hello, beautiful.” He leaned down and kissed her as she held the door open. It was a kiss filled with a day of pent-up passion that they both obviously felt.

  The kiss rocketed her blood pressure. Who cared about dinner when she had one hell of a man on her doorstep?