by Stella Stone
The power I hold is beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. I’ve started up companies from the ground, I’ve been a sole owner and CEO, I’ve sold companies for millions of dollars. Then done it all over again and became one of the youngest billionaires who started with nothing.
But I have never felt power like I do right now.
I’ve completely stripped naked, placing my glasses on my nightstand and now, the true test begins.
Will we be compatible in bed?
Her body is exactly what I crave, but will it give me what I want, the way I want it?
Sex is the most important thing in a relationship to me. More money can be made, outside families can be dealt with. But if the fucking isn’t good, might as well not even worry about the rest because you will never be happy, nobody will ever be satisfied.
Leaning over, I let my mouth hover over her neck. I don’t touch her with any part of my body, instead, I breathe against her skin. I slowly move down, watching as goosebumps appear all over her pink tinted flesh.
When I reach her breasts, she shivers. My lips hover over her nipples, and she moans. “Do you want my kiss, sexy girl?” I breathe.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I hum as my response. “I don’t think you’re ready yet, Bexley.”
Moving a little further down I watch her belly dip when I reach her belly button. Her hips shift, and I hold back a groan as she lifts her pussy, silently offering it to me. I doubt she even realizes she’s done it. Her legs relax a little more, and I grin because my plan is working.
With my face against her pussy, I just continue to breathe, enjoying her little moans and gasps with each breath I take, along with the way her scent floods my nostrils. I know if I touched her she’d be completely dripping with need.
“What do you want?” I ask, keeping my mouth close to her juicy pink cunt.
I feel one of her hands move and then her fingers slide through my hair and gently grip me. Normally, I would smack her away, but it feels nice, so I don’t. “You, Connery, just you anyway you want to give it to me,” she pants.
Chuckling against her pussy, I grunt. “You aren’t ready for that yet, Bexley. But lift your hips, offer me your cunt.”
“Offer it?” she asks.
I hum. “From here on out. I don’t take anything that isn’t offered. You want any part of me on your body you have to offer it. You want me to touch or kiss your nipples, you better hold those tits out for me. You want my mouth or my cock on your cunt or your ass, you better fucking offer that shit,” I explain.
Her entire body shivers and just like I expected, she lifts her hips and offers that drenched cunt just for my mouth.
CHAPTER SIX
BEXLEY
Lifting my hips, I press myself closer to Connery’s face. His tongue is magical, I’ve never felt anything like it before. He switches from swirling and flicking my clit, to actually fucking me with it.
Closing my eyes, I force my body to completely relax. I’m nervous and on edge, which will only make this entire thing, miserable for us both. I need him to like what I offer, and to do it the way he wants it.
My teeth bite the side of my cheek as I let out a whimper, my hips moving quickly as I find a rhythm against his tongue. When two fingers slide inside of me I let out a gasp, then a moan.
Pleasure rolls through me as he fucks me with his fingers, his tongue playing my clit with each flick.
“I’m close,” I announce. I’m not sure why, the words just spill from my lips.
Connery grunts against my pussy. His fingers working even faster, curling inside of me, then pumping in and out. His tongue is fast as lightning, and I can’t hold back a second longer. I completely combust, the clenching tightness in my belly uncurling as I cry out, loud and unabashedly.
“Christ,” Connery curses.
I feel his body slowly slide up my own. His cock pressing against my thigh and his mouth hovering over my own. I feel his arms resting beside my head, and I know he’s using them to hold his body off of mine.
His breath fans my face and he smells like me. My face heats, and my eyes slowly blink, trying not to show any kind of reaction.
He smirks, his nose lowering to touch mine. “You should really taste yourself, Bexley. You are delicious,” he purrs.
I shiver beneath him, waiting for more, but true to his word he doesn’t try anything. He doesn’t make a single move.
Lifting my head slightly, I angle myself and press my mouth against his. Sliding my tongue along the seam of his lips I taste myself. I doubt it’s exactly the way I taste, because it’s mixed with him, but I love it, nonetheless.
His tongue fills my mouth and I feel the head of his dick pressing against my center too. All I need to do is lift, offer myself, and he would enter me.
I don’t though.
Not yet.
He growls into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, enjoying the small piece of control he’s given me.
Only when his teeth nip my bottom lip, do I know he’s had enough. I shift, lifting my hips and take the head of his cock into my body.
Without a wasted moment he slams completely inside of me. I cry out, his dick stretching me wide. I’ve never felt so full before, and I let out a shaky breath against his mouth as I adjust to his size.
“You’re tight, sexy girl,” he says sounding surprised. I want him to move, but the look of shock and awe on his face has me frozen solid. “Bexley, you’re really fucking tight,” he rasps.
I shake my head, lifting my hips beneath him, refusing to talk about this while he’s inside of me. Thankfully he drops it and pulls out until just the head is inside then slams back in. I cry out in slight pain, but for the most part it feels good.
My hips lift, meeting his strokes which makes him growl. He lowers his head and presses his mouth to mine. His tongue fucks my mouth with the exact momentum of his cock.
Lifting my arms, I wrap them around his body, my nails scoring down his back as I find purchase on his ass. He’s so strong, so muscular and I wish that I could see the way his muscles move as he works his dick in and out of me.
I bet it’s a beautiful sight.
CONNERY
I kiss her until I swallow her moans. I can tell she’s close again, her tight cunt squeezing me even more as her hips jerk and buck beneath me. Her nails score my ass and it only spurs me on to fuck her harder and faster.
Bexley rips her mouth from mine and sobs as her entire body trembles under me. My hips pound into her, my control lost, and my brain in a fog until I still and fill her with my cum. My arms shake, my body filling her with more cum than I thought possible. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
I stay still, planted deep inside of her before I pull my lips from hers. Looking down into her pretty golden flaked brown eyes I stare at her in wonder.
“Connery?” she whispers.
I shake my head. This feeling, I don’t know what it is, but I feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest.
It’s too much. Pulling out of her, I stand on the floor. She rises to her elbows her hair falling down around her, her tits big and luscious on display, and my cum leaking from her pink cunt. It’s all too fucking much.
Turning away from her, I grab my jeans from earlier and pull them on, snatching my glasses from the nightstand as well. Then, without a word I walk out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
BEXLEY
After cleaning up, I go back to Connery’s bed. I’m afraid to leave his room. I don’t know if I’m even allowed to walk around this house alone. I don’t have anything to wear either, and I contemplate finding a shirt of his, but I decide not to.
Slipping between the sheets, I roll onto my side and bring my legs up as far as they’ll go. I keep my eyes directed at the door and I wait for him to walk through.
He doesn’t come back.
My eyes eventually grow heavy and sleep takes over.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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CONNERY
I haven’t slept. My eyes have drifted up the stairs a million times, but I haven’t moved from my spot on my sofa. She’s up there, presumably sleeping, and I’m down here, confused.
Shaking my head, I run my fingers through my messy hair. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, but I do know that whatever I felt when I came inside of her, I’ve never experienced before.
She’s different.
Not because I own her, or maybe that’s exactly it. Maybe because I bought her I feel differently about her. My front doorbell sounds, and there’s a knock quickly following.
Standing, I don’t wait for my staff to answer the door, it’s early and I assume it’s Sterling, Aldrich, or Whitaker on the other side. Nobody else would be so brazen to show up not only this early but also unannounced.
Swinging the door open, I look at the little blonde haired pixie standing next to Sterling. I smirk at her, watching her face tint pink slightly.
“Put a fucking shirt on,” Sterling grumbles as he pushes past me.
My smirk only grows a bit by his obvious annoyance. “Where is she? I come bearing gifts,” the little girl announces. She wiggles something at me and I glance down to see the bag in her hand.
“Bex is upstairs,” I grumble.
“Bex?” she shouts. It’s so fucking high pitched I think the neighbors prized Dobermans can hear her.
Sterling chuckles behind her, pressing his hand to her back. “Christ, Tilly, calm down.” He says the words, but I can tell he loves how bubbly and energetic she is. This is a man who is smitten by his recent acquisition.
She quickly turns around to look up at him. “I can’t calm down. There’s no calm. We became friends last night, and she’s here. I’m so happy,” she squeals.
“Third door on the left, run now,” I chuckle.
Both Sterling and I watch her practically sprint up the staircase. When she’s out of earshot, he turns to me and lifts his chin over to the sitting room. I flop down on the sofa, sure that Abbi would scold me. She loves to try and tell me what to do, which I usually ignore, especially when it comes to myself and my house.
“What’s wrong?” Sterling asks immediately.
I lift a shoulder, reaching for the scotch I’d abandoned at around four in the morning. I lift it to my lips, but I don’t drink it, I just need something to do with my hands. “I felt something,” I admit.
Sterling looks at me like I’m crazy, and maybe I am. I feel like I am, anyway. He nods slowly, opens his mouth a few times, then closes it. “You’ve never felt anything before, it’s just been sex?” he guesses.
I nod. He chuckles, leaning back. “Same here. It’s a good thing, man. Not only did you save her from some hell she could have been sold into, but you feel something for her. It’s a win-win.”
Lifting my gaze, I look into his eyes and shake my head once. “I don’t want any of it, Sterling. I want sex. I want control. I like the idea of owning her, but marriage, family, all that shit? I don’t want it, never did.”
“Why’d you do it then? Just for control? You could have gone to one of those sex clubs like Aldrich—who pretends he doesn’t—for something like that,” he states.
He doesn’t understand, hell, maybe I don’t understand. Leaning back, I look at the ceiling. “I can have whatever I want, Sterling. Just like you, and Whitty, and Aldrich. Whatever we want, it can be ours with the snap of a finger.
“I miss the excitement, I crave control in an extreme kind of way, you can’t have that with some society slut, not even with some bitch trying to climb the social ladder. I own Bexley, Sterling. I fucking own a person, it’s the ultimate control,” I explain.
“But now you’re feeling something, and you didn’t expect that so you’re being a giant vagina about it?” he asks.
Lifting my gaze to him, I gulp. He’s absolutely right, and yet, I don’t know how to change the way I feel.
“It’s been less than a day, Conny. Come to brunch with us, relax a little. You have your whole life with her, take this shit slow.”
I nod. “Yeah, okay,” I say not truly believing my agreement, or his own words. “Let me go get ready. I have some shit in a spare bathroom,” I murmur.
Turning away from him, I hurry toward the spare room. The only reason I have shit in here is when I bring a woman home and I want my space, I’ll sneak away in the middle of the night and sleep in this room. I keep extra clothes to get ready the next morning in the closet, and my shit in the bathroom.
BEXLEY
I woke up around four in the morning, unable to sleep a moment longer, so I decided to shower and wash my hair. It was a mistake. Now, I smell like him. I snatched a black silk robe from behind his door once I dried off, which was also a mistake because, it too, smells like him. Everything in this room smells like Connery.
The door swings open, and I turn my head, expecting to see him but instead, I’m met with Tilly from last night. My mouth hangs open as she greets me with a gigantic grin before rushing over to me and wrapping her arms around me in a hug.
“I’m so so so excited,” she squeals. “We get to be friends.”
I give her a sad smile as she thrusts something against my chest. “You’re coming to the club with us for brunch. Put that on. I didn’t know who Connery had brought home, so I just kind of guessed on the sizing.”
Setting the bag down on the red comforter, I pull out a pretty, extremely soft, dress. It’s a dark green wrap dress. I don’t have a bra, or panties, so I quickly put it on, tying the belt beneath my breasts.
It fits beautifully, and I let out an exhale as I run my fingers over the soft fabric. I’ve never owned something so nice before in my life. Tilly reaches into the bag and hands me a pair of nude high heels too.
Glancing up at her, I shake my head. “It’s too much,” I whisper.
She sets them down at my feet. “It isn’t, Bex. Soon you’ll see, it’s exactly what you deserve. This life, it’s our reward for the shit we were handed.”
She looks and sounds so damn happy, and I can’t help myself, I smile. I am so glad that her nightmare turned into a fairy tale. However, I’m under no illusions that mine will be the same. Tilly helps me with my hair, putting it up in a pretty, simple ponytail.
“You don’t need makeup, lucky,” she winks.
I look at my reflection and suck in a deep breath. Slipping my feet into the high heels, I practically moan at how much more comfortable they are than the shoes they gave us last night. These are about half a size too big, but I don’t even care they are that comfortable.
Following behind Tilly, I sink my teeth into the inside of my cheek. Biting down, I try to concentrate on walking down the stairs toward Connery. I hope that this is what he wants from me.
CHATER EIGHT
CONNERY
Bexley follows a bubbly, bouncy Tilly down the stairs and she stops my breath. She has me held, completely arrested, at the simple sight of her. Sterling tells me to meet him at the club, that Whitaker and Aldrich are waiting, and I wave him off.
I don’t look at them as they leave. My eyes are frozen solid on the woman in front of me.
Mine.
I don’t say anything to her, slipping my hand around her waist, I turn us around and walk toward the door. Bexley is silent as I take her toward my car.
My fingers dance along the garage keycode door and we wait as it opens, in silence. I’m not sure what to say to her, how do I explain what happened last night? Instead of trying, I stay quiet.
Once we’re on the road, the silence continues, and it’s flat out deafening. The club comes into view and I let out a sigh of relief.
Hurrying to help her out, we fall in line behind Sterling and Tilly who are waiting near the front door. I hear the girls whispering to one another, but I can’t hear what exactly they’re saying. We continue to follow behind them until we see Whitaker and Aldrich at a large table waiting for us.
Aldrich and Whitaker’s eyes
dart from Bexley to Tilly a few times before they stand, and they take their seats, as we follow suit behind them taking our own.
The girls start whispering to one another, once again, while we order a round of drinks, and some food for everyone to share.
Aldrich looks from Bexley to me, his mouth turning down slightly into a frown. I puff up my chest a bit, wondering if he’s going to say something derogatory.
“You look good together, you and her,” he murmurs.
I don’t bother looking over at her, I know she’s a natural beauty and a complete knockout. “You didn’t see anyone?” I ask.
He shrugs. “I thought it would be easy. See a pretty girl, and that would be it. They were all pretty, but I didn’t feel anything,” he mutters. “I haven’t felt anything for a long time,” he admits.
I know what he means because I felt the same way before Bexley. “Maybe next time,” I offer, lifting my hand and slapping him on the shoulder.
“Needs to happen soon, Conny. Goddamn, I feel like I’m losing control here,” he admits.
I nod, understanding the way he feels. Control, some men want it, some crave it, but men like me and Aldrich, we need it for survival. “You’ll find her soon, I swear it.” I make a promise I’m not sure will come to fruition, but I make it regardless.
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.