by Stella Stone
“Spread your legs wider, baby girl,” he instructs against my lips.
I do as asked, spreading my legs as far apart as I can. Aldrich shifts, lifting from my body and onto his knees and I feel his hands press my thighs even farther apart. Looking up at him, I watch as his teeth sink into his bottom lip.
“This view, it’s stunning,” he rasps. His eyes are pointed down, between us and he’s watching his cock glide in and out of me, a look of pure awe on his face. “Watching you take me, goddamn,” he grunts.
I want him to stay like this always, it’s absolutely beautiful watching him take pleasure in my body. I hope he always feels this way when he’s inside of me. Lifting my hands, I wrap my fingers around his wrists and hold on.
His strokes become quicker, harder, and my breasts bounce with each one. I can feel his cock growing, stretching me even more. I’m empty a second later, and then I feel the warm splashes of his release against my breasts.
I watch as he lifts his hand and then spreads himself all over my breasts, pinching my nipples as he passes each one. “I’m making a doctor’s appointment for you immediately. As pretty as you are covered in my cum, I want it inside of you. Filling that gorgeous cunt up.”
I blink at his words, and then I feel my face heat. He doesn’t want me to have a baby, and I’m glad for it, at least right now. I hope that maybe one day we can have that, but I won’t hold my breath.
I’m not his wife, I’m not his girlfriend, I am only his owned sex slave. No matter how much I enjoy him and like him. I will probably never be anything but—owned.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ALDRICH
I instruct Penelope to clean up and then hand her one of my robes before I leave her be. I have some shit to take care of this morning, then I need to figure out how I’m going to get clothes delivered to her.
Sitting down at my desk, I grab my phone and scroll through the missed texts. I chuckle to myself, half are from Whitty, the others are from Sterling and Connery. Whitaker probably filled them in on my acquisition last night.
Tapping Sterling’s name, I decide to call my newlywed best friend back first. “You picked someone?” he asks, his voice sounding tired and groggy.
Most likely his new wife has worn him out, and I can’t help but smile. Sexually exhausted looks good on my friend, and I’m actually very happy for him, happier now that I have my own woman to sexually exhaust me, too.
“I have. Her name is Penelope,” I offer.
He clears his throat and I hear some rustling around. “Does she know what she’s gotten into with you, and your extracurricular activities?” he asks.
He’s speaking of the fact that I have a dungeon playroom. That I have been known to frequent sex clubs, and I enjoy inflicting pain. I hum unsure of how to respond, so I decide the only way I can is truthfully. After all, he is my best friend.
“I’ve told her to expect pain, Sterling. However, I know that she is unaware of the full extent. She was a virgin when I purchased her,” I admit.
Shame should roll through me. Not only at the fact that she was a virgin, but at the sheer lone fact that I purchased another human. It doesn’t though. I feel nothing akin to shame, instead, I feel oddly proud.
“Rich,” Sterling hisses.
I can practically see him shaking his head at me, staring at me in disbelief.
Clearing my throat, I wrap my hand around the back of my neck. “I’ll ease her into my lifestyle, Sterling. I won’t hurt her. She did this to put her brother in a better rehabilitation facility, he was in an accident. I’ll take care of her, and him.”
“How much did she cost you?” he asks.
I let out a breath of air. “Ten million,” I admit.
Sterling coughs. “Your father finds out you spent that much money, he’ll declare you incompetent, cut you out of his will,” he states.
I chuckle, because I know Sterling to be true. My father would do that, gladly probably. He loves having his thumb on me. What he doesn’t know, or Sterling, is this. “I had it in cash. I don’t spend nearly what my monthy investments yield. Plus, my part from our company, I don’t spend. I’ve been taking everything out in cash and holding it. He’ll never know.”
“You’re fucking shrewd you know that?” he laughs.
I follow suit, my chuckle filling my empty office. “It’s why you asked me to be your partner, you already knew it was the case. You get off on my business tactics,” I point out.
He grumbles and hangs up only with a promise from me that once he and his woman return from their honeymoon that we’ll come over for dinner.
PENELOPE
Once I’m showered, and wrapped in Aldrich’s sinfully soft robe, I slowly make my way downstairs. I don’t know where anything is in this mansion, and that’s exactly what it is, a mansion.
Instead of sneaking around, and peeking around, I go in search of the kitchen which I hope will be easily found. It only takes two wrong turns for me to find the space I’m looking for.
The room is all white, surrounded by windows that let even more light in. It’s modern and chic, and yet, absolutely sterile. It needs some color.
“Miss…” a voice calls out.
I turn around with a start, placing my hand in the center of my chest. Sophie is standing behind me, with a tired smile on her face. I didn’t get a good look at her last night, but in this new morning light, I notice that she’s probably around my mothers age. She’s rounder than my mother, I assume she isn’t on meth though, like my mom.
“Penelope,” I offer with a smile.
She gives me a grin of her own and instead of shaking my outstretched hand, she pulls me in for a small hug. “I was Mr. Lowell’s nanny as a boy. He hired me on when his father let me go, the day he turned eighteen. I’m so glad to see a pretty sweet girl coming into his life.”
I don’t tell her that it’s impossible for me to be that sweet, especially since I sold myself to him. “Now, he informed me last night that you’ll be living here with him. First girl to ever lay claim to this house, or that man,” she smiles.
I watch her move around the kitchen, taking things out of the refrigerator, unable to move, completely in shock from her words. She continues talking, telling me about the house, and then asks me a few questions about myself, all of which I try to give as generic answers as possible.
“Well here’s something for you to eat. I have some chores to take care of today but if you need anything, you just let me know,” she winks and then a few seconds later she’s gone.
I look at the bar and am surprised to see toast, fruit and yogurt on a plate. I hadn’t realized that she was doing all that while I stood there like a fool.
Walking over to the food I pick up the toast and take a bite. I moan because it has honey drizzled on it, and it tastes amazing.
“I see, Sophie has been busy,” Aldrich’s voice says from behind me, I turn around, wiping the toast crumbs from my mouth and smile.
“She has, amazingly fast too.”
Aldrich dips his chin, a smile twitching on his lips. “Come outside, it’s a pretty day. I want to sit with you,” he murmurs.
I watch as he walks toward me. He reaches behind me and picks up my plate. His eyes never leave my own, and the intensity make my belly dip. He doesn’t say anything else, he just carries my plate outside. I follow closely behind him and watch as he sits at a small table next to the back door.
“Sit right here,” he commands, touching his thigh.
I slowly sink down on his lap, squealing when he shifts my legs over his lap, and tugs my side against his chest. “I like you close,” he murmurs, his nose nuzzling my hair and inhaling. “Now eat.”
CHAPTER NINE
PENELOPE
Our cozy breakfast didn’t last long this morning, in fact, Aldrich was called away almost immediately after I took my last bite of food. I find myself alone, and worried. I shouldn’t worry, it seems as though Aldrich knows exactly what he’s doing and wh
at he wants, but I feel, unbalanced.
I’m his, owned by him, but a stranger. I have no clue what is expected of me, of what I’m allowed to do all day long.
Taking my dishes to the sink, I rinse them before loading the dishwasher, then I stand in the center of the kitchen and just breathe.
“Oh, Randall is going to love you,” a female voice says from behind me.
I spin around and am met with a tall, blonde woman. She’s thin, willowy and dressed to perfection in an all cream pencil legged pantsuit. My eyes widen at the sight of her. She tilts her head to the side and gives me a small grin.
“Yes, Papa Lowell is going to adore you. What are you, Italian?” she asks.
I blink, unsure of who she is or how to answer her. “Who are you?” I dare to ask, unaware if it is my place to do so, or not.
Her grin widens into a full-on smile before she winks. “I’m your new sister-in-law, Rich didn’t tell you. I shouldn’t be surprised, really. He’s kind of an ass that way,” she shrugs.
“We’re not. Just so you know, we’re not…” my words trail off when she giggles.
She holds her hand up. “You will be, girl. He’s moved you in. He’s given me carte blanche with his credit card to outfit you to suit his lifestyle, you will be.”
“His lifestyle?” I ask, blinking.
I watch as she sinks her teeth into the corner of her bottom lip. “Not that lifestyle, honey. The one where you’ll be on his arm, publicly.”
My gaze shifts to the side, then back to her. “You know,” I state.
She nods once. “I know a little bit. I am married to his brother. Nobody talks about Aldrich’s extracurricular activities. The family pretends to be blissfully unaware when it comes to that part of him. I think having a steady woman in his life will be a good thing, especially when it comes to the family. They can be very…” she trails off, inhaling a deep breath before releasing it and continuing. “Judgmental, strict, and unrelenting at times.”
Her words do not fill me with ease about this new life of mine. In fact, they terrify me. “Enough about that, what’s your name, honey? I’m Jessica.”
“Penelope,” I whisper, still reeling from her speech only seconds ago.
“I brought you a pair of leggings, flip flops and a tank. I didn’t know your size, but you’ll need to wear something other than Rich’s robe to go shopping.”
She bends down and grabs a bag that I hadn’t realized was at her feet, then shoves it in my direction. I take it from her, hesitantly, nervous to put the clothes on, or to leave this house without Aldrich’s permission.
“You can call him from my cell if you want,” Jessica offers, holding her phone out for me.
I reach for it, my hand shaking as I do. She tells me how to get his name on the screen and then it’s suddenly ringing in my ear.
“There a problem with the card?” Aldrich’s voice barks in my ear.
“It’s Penelope,” I practically whisper.
There’s a low hum, before his soft voice speaks. “Baby girl, you okay?” he asks, almost gently.
“I just. Jessica is here, and she said something about shopping. I wanted to make sure…”
A growl causes me to freeze. My heart begins to race, and I know instantly that I must have done something wrong. Then he speaks. “I wish I were home right now, baby girl. You seeking my permission is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” he announces.
My entire body breaks out in goosebumps and I let out an exhale. “Go with Jessica, baby girl. Don’t be too late getting home. I’ll be in the mood to play,” he states before the line goes dead.
“Oh man, I wish I were standing closer, so I could have heard that conversation. The way your body shivered, and your face turned bright red. I bet it was hot,” Jessica announces slipping the phone from my hand.
My face becomes even hotter as I attempt to control my breathing. Jessica giggles again and tells me to hurry and get dressed. Reaching down, I snatch the bag up from the floor and proceed to sprint to the bedroom to get dressed for the day.
ALDRICH
“You do realize I’m only here because I’m your brother,” Arthur announces.
I wouldn’t have brought him if Sterling weren’t on his honeymoon or if Connery weren’t wrapped up in Bexley, or hell if the media didn’t froth at the mouth anytime Whitaker took a step outside his house. In fact, I wish I would have just come alone.
Sitting in front of the rundown crack house, I let out a sigh. Arthur shouldn’t be here, not when his wife Jessica is carrying their baby. If something happened to him, I’d never forgive myself. But Jessica is keeping Penelope busy and I need to do this now if I’m ever going to.
“What’s in your hand?” Arthur asks.
I glance down at the envelop I’m gripping, paperwork my attorney emailed to me first thing this morning. I smirk. Nobody else could get shit done that quickly, an email last night yielding docs this morning. Money. It can buy crazy things, but it can also purchase efficiency.
“I need her to sign this, and you’re going to be the witness,” I explain.
Arthur shakes his head. I told him the bare minimum about Penelope. No, that’s not true, I lied about her.
I told him that we met and had an instant connection. Then, I explained how she was taking care of her brother but didn’t have the legal rights to his care. She doesn’t know I’m doing this, but it needs to be done.
The last thing she needs is to have this piece of shit mother come back and cause problems. After today, this woman will no longer exist to her, to her brother, she will vanish.
“You’re dipping your toe into something dangerous, Rich,” my brother warns as I open the driver’s side of the door.
Turning my head to face him, I shrug one shoulder. “Probably,” I admit. “Doesn’t matter. I’m selfish and Penelope is mine. This woman doesn’t deserve to breathe her air, and after this, she won’t have a reason to.”
“She’s still her mother, her flesh and blood,” Arthur points out.
I let out a humorless laugh. “You know that doesn’t mean shit, Art. Come on now.”
Arthur’s eyes flash and I know he’s thinking about our father.
A man who is indeed our flesh and blood, a man we tolerate, but don’t particularly like or respect.
A man who tried to pay off his wife into breaking their engagement.
A man who tried to pay him off to break it.
A cold, callous man. An abuser, a womanizer, and a downright dirty bastard.
Our very own flesh and fucking blood.
Yeah, it doesn’t mean shit. Blood, family ties, all that nonsense—it doesn’t mean a damn fucking thing sometimes.
CHAPTER TEN
PENELOPE
Looking at myself in the mirror, I shake my head. Biting the corner of my lip, I take the tag at my waist and hold it out as I glance down. One thousand-three hundred dollars. It’s ridiculous, a dress that isn’t anything fancy costs this much.
“Do you have it on yet?” Jessica calls from the other side of the door. I let out a sigh, and reach for the dressing room door handle, slowly opening it. “It’s gorgeous on you,” she gasps.
“All of these things, they’re way too expensive,” I complain.
I sound ungrateful, I know, but she doesn’t understand. She thinks that Aldrich and I are a normal couple. She doesn’t know that he spent a ridiculous amount of money on me already, and that he’s promised to care for my brother.
“They aren’t, and that dress is hot.”
I let out a puff of air, pressing my lips together and wishing I could tell her the truth. She seems really nice, but I know that she wouldn’t understand, even if I told her.
Who would understand someone selling themselves the way I did? I wouldn’t have a year ago that’s for damn sure.
The rest of the day is spent with Jessica picking out my wardrobe, and me silently going along with it all. I try to engage in conversation with h
er, attempting to shove my own worries to the side.
Jessica has control of what’s being spent. I don’t think she’d do anything that Aldrich wouldn’t approve of, but it doesn’t make me feel any more comfortable.
“So, I kind of already told Tonya about you, that’s Aldrich’s mom. She is so excited to meet you, she’s hosting a dinner party on Saturday night in your honor,” Jessica announces as she pulls into Aldrich’s driveway.
My mind goes blank, completely silent at her words. I’m not ready. I don’t know anything about Aldrich, other than he’s rich and has some kind of kink. I shake my head, but I don’t verbally say a word, other than, okay.
I’m in a complete daze as she helps me with my bags into the house. “Don’t be nervous. Tonya is great, and Randall will be on his best behavior because there will be other guests there,” she says trying to ease my worries, it doesn’t work.
“Okay,” I mutter.
Jessica looks at me, then down to the ground, before her gaze lifts again. “I’m sorry, I wish I would have asked you first. I was so excited though. Their family is a bit tough, and I was just happy to have someone else on my side,” she explains.
Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around her hand and give her a squeeze. “I’m just really nervous. We’re still new, and it’s a lot at once. It will be fine,” I smile.
Jessica believes my forced happiness, because her returned smile is genuine, and she envelops me in a hug before she practically skips out of the house with a small wave and a promise to see me this weekend.
Shit.
ALDRICH
“Good news is, if your woman looks anything like her mom. Even if she becomes a crackhead, she’ll be a knockout,” Arthur chuckles.
I flip him off, staring at the passed out, drugged out mess of a woman sprawled along the one dirty ass sofa in the room. He’s not wrong, Penelope looks a lot like her mother, and even as a crackhead she’s still a very attractive woman.