Sold at the Ski Resort

by Juliana Conners

  Daddy drags me inside, holding open the door for Alex. “Oh, so you’re the reason her grades are so bad this semester, eh, boy?”

  Alex steps into the foyer, looking unsure. A new look for him, for sure. “Maybe?”

  “I’d bet my yacht on it,” answers Daddy, closing the door tightly behind us. When he turns around, Alex has got his hand held out, ready to shake.

  “I’ll try to teach her some better study habits,” he says. As Daddy clasps his hand and gives it one firm shake, he looks at me and winks. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, sir.”

  “I’m sure it is. Just make sure you never make my princess cry, and it’ll continue to be a pleasure for you.”

  I blush, still thinking about how Alex might “teach me” those study habits he just promised my father. Briefly, my mind wanders to the fantasy I had of him having sex with me dressed as a schoolgirl. At the time I imagined it, it seemed all but impossible. Nothing but a fantasy. But now it’s a very real, very sexy, possibility.

  My father’s walked on to another part of the house. Probably to his fancy liquor cabinet in the dining room.

  He hasn’t been gone long, before I hear a sound I usually hate more than anything: the sound of Daddy’s cell phone ringing. I hear him answer, murmur a few words and then hang up.

  When he comes walking toward the foyer again, he’s got his business jacket in hand, as well as his briefcase. “That was the damn office,” he mutters. “Apparently they need me right now.” He leans in and kisses me. He gives Alex a warning glare. “I won’t be back until tomorrow morning, so you better take good care of her, and no wild parties.”

  “No worries, Sir,” says Alex, rolling out all the stops. All the nobility and trustworthiness he can muster. “I’ll take good care of her. No wild parties.” He glances at me, the glance seeming to say, “Wild sex maybe. But no wild parties.”

  After that, it’s the longest, most bittersweet minute I’ve ever spent waiting for Daddy to leave. For the first time in my life, I’m actually happy to see him pull out of our large circular driveway and onto the street.

  It means Alex can get right to “taking care” of me.

  Epilogue

  Alex

  After Jane’s father leaves us, and we shut and lock the front door, I immediately ask Jane to show me to her bedroom.

  She does, practically dragging me along with her. It’s upstairs in what is basically an entire living space all to herself, not just a bedroom. There is a kitchen and living room the moment you get up the stairs. But Jane takes me to the door with her name on it near one corner of the big living area.

  She opens it, and I’m immediately overwhelmed by the scent of strawberry. Of creamy, sugary shampoo and lotion. Her bedroom is as big and beautiful as she is. A princess’ mini Castle in her father’s larger estate.

  “Daddy said for you to take care of me,” she says seriously. “So how exactly do you want to do that?” She twirls around with these words, the serious lines in her face a new kind of beauty to her already-gorgeous face.

  At first, I’m not sure exactly what I want her to do. All I know is that I want her naked, and I want her under my complete control again. Then I see the large canopy bed with four tall and sturdy posts. Yes, I think, eying the fluffy comforters and sea of pillows, this will all work very nicely.

  I bring my eyes back to Jane. “I want you to masturbate for me. Right on your obnoxiously-big bed.” I smile, watching flames of desire climb up from her throat to her cheeks. “And then I’m going to tie you to that obnoxiously-big bed, and give you a good fucking.”

  Jane waits eagerly for me to give her the command to strip.

  I do, but I tell her to do it on the bed, not on the floor.

  As fast as her legs can carry her, Jane climbs onto her bed, and climbs out of her clothes.

  When she’s completely naked on her bed, I ask her to kneel for me.

  She does, and that’s when I give her the command to masturbate. “Put your fingers down there and get to work,” I say. “I want you nice and wet before I put my cock in you.”

  Sexily, Jane brings a hand down past her flat stomach, curvy hips, and to her pussy. Once there, she immediately begins to finger herself. Touch and stroke her clit, lips, and hood. I watch her, completely transfixed for a few moments.

  It’s only when she starts to moan, and I hear the telltale “sloshing” sound of her juices flowing, that I tell her what exactly I’m going to do to her. “I’m going to put your nipples in something again. Maybe those hairclips,” I say, bringing her eyes to the surface of her vanity, where I can see a few hairclips or barrettes.

  Jane wiggles her fingers a little quicker, staring at the clips. I give her permission to pinch her nipples, and she does.

  A beautifully sharp moan follows, and I tell her the next thing I have planned. “I’m gonna use those silk ribbons to tie you to the bed posts,” I say, bring her attention to the ribbons she has stuffed behind the pull-away mirror on the vanity. “And then I might just decide to use that hairbrush as a paddle,” I add, seeing how much harder she’s rubbing now. She’s actually started pant.

  “Are you going to spank me hard?” Jane’s voice is breezy. Barely there.

  “I will if you cum before I say you can,” I warn. “Do you want a spanking?”

  When she touches for one second too long, I stroll over to her vanity and grab the hairbrush. It’s got a nice wide rectangular back to it. Perfect for punishments. I make my way over to the bed, and turn her over, before she can even get her hand all the way out of her pussy.

  I swat her very hard once on her smooth, snowy-white ass. She cries out, but I can tell she likes it. The cry is almost too happy. It should deserve another swat, but I let it slide. Her hand is out of her pussy, so she’s back to behaving.

  “Just for that, you’re gonna get tied up right now,” I say, flipping her over. I then bring her up to the pillow and headboard, before leaving to grab my ribbons of justice from her vanity. “And then you’re gonna get fucked in that greedy pussy of yours.” Saying these words, I’ve begun to tie her wrists to one post, then the other. I wander away from her again, grabbing the handful of hairpins I plan to use on her. “And you won’t get to cum until I’m good and finished.” I choose the biggest, most flexible hairpins, and pin them on to her nipples.

  Jane yips at the sensation, but doesn’t pull away. I caress the bulged-out pink tips softly. “Good.” I return to my job of tying her feet to the remaining two posts. Something I do quickly and efficiently, before unzipping the fly on my pants, and revealing my hot and ready penis.

  I climb up with her using the foot of the bed. I walk toward her on my knees, fishing for another condom. Thankfully, I find one more in the same back pocket I had the other. I take it out of its wrapping and put it on. I then slap her pussy and thighs with my rubber-coated dick.

  Jane moans under this attention.

  “Oh, you like that, do you, baby girl?” I ask, sticking two fingers in my mouth and loading them with saliva, “well, then you’re really going to like this.” I stick my fingers straight of her ass, and start pumping. Jiggling as hard and fast as I can.

  Jane gasps. Giggles with surprise and pleasure. And that’s when I reward her with another mouthful of goodness. Without pausing, or any plans to go slowly, I stick the length of my cock in her. It slides in like butter. The silky heat of it, of her lips as they start to grip the base of me, is enough to make me gasp. And I never gasp.

  “I’m gonna feed her,” I say, covering up my gasp with some vigorous thrusts of my rod, “I’m gonna feed her until she is so full, she can eat anymore.” I press Jane’s feet into my sides, coming up closer to her so I can pound her more. Faster. Harder. So that my balls slap her right on her ass.

  Jane growls. Groans. The sound is in between, like I’ve just awakened a wild animal. “I love it when you feed me, Daddy,” she says, looking right at me. Fiercely. Challenging. “Feed my greedy little
pussy.” She squeals as I reach my fingers deeper into her ass, and then add a third and fourth finger. It’s more than I did before, but she seems to take it well. She just growls again, and tosses her head back. “Teach it good manners, Daddy,” she adds, her voice like a streak of burning smoke.

  “Oh, you bet I will,” I say. I ramp up my speed even more, taking a moment to pinch and fondle a nipple with my free hand. She reacts to it, but it’s so taken along by the rhythmic bouncing of her body, that she doesn’t really realize where I’m touching. Just that I’m overwhelming her again.

  And that’s the way I always want it. For us to overwhelm each other. To suffocate and drown in each other’s bodies and minds. As I think these thoughts, I feel fluids stirring. My balls contracting. In seconds, I feel a rush of warmth pooling at the base of my cock and sprinting for my head.

  I press my free hand into Jane’s belly, saying, “Cum, baby girl.” The moment I say “cum,” I do.

  Wildly, and in a burst of color and warmth. I’ve had a lot of orgasms in my life, but not one like this. It literally takes my breath away. I’m left gasping and wheezing, the same as Jane, who’s just twisted herself up in some hot ribbons of pleasure.

  I don’t know how long we float together in that space, but it doesn’t matter. All I’m aware of after point, is her body underneath mine. The sweet sweat and musk marking my face from her intense orgasm.

  When we finally do come out of our sex daze enough to think and function, I remember I have something else for her in my other back pocket. I pull it out for her, just as I finish untying her from the bed, and help her sit up.

  “You said you never wanted to be without me ever again,” I say, allowing my voice to shake. I know there’s no way for me to hide it anyway. “You said you didn’t want to live life without me.”

  Jane nods, eyeing the box. And before I’ve even opened it, I see tears waiting to fall.

  “Well, then, Miss Jane,” I say, hoping I sound and look like a gentleman from a bygone era, “will you do me the honors” — I open the little velvet box to reveal a giant, shiny engagement ring — “will you make me the proudest, luckiest man alive by becoming my wife?”

  “Yes!” Jane actually sobs this. “Yes, I will!”’

  She jumps on top of me, smothering me with kisses before I can say or do anything else. Somehow though, I manage to get the ring on her finger. When she finally needs to come up for air after all that kissing, my new bride-to-be finally gets a good look at her new piece of jewelry.

  “It’s beautiful,” she says, visibly shaking as she gazes at it.

  “Well, a one-of-a-kind woman deserves a one-of-a-kind diamond, and that certainly is.” I say, and lay down to cuddle with her. As I kiss her. Nuzzle myself into the crook of her neck, I know I can’t stay forever. But I want to make it last all the same.

  ***

  Jane’s standing at the front door looking lonely already. And I haven’t even left yet. “I know you’ll probably be lonely, since your dad’s not going to be back until morning,” I say, feeling guilty, “but you have my number now.” I lean in to kiss her. “So you can call me if you get lonely later tonight. Or you just want to chat.”

  She gives me a brilliant smile, but it’s not enough to dim the sadness in her eyes. “Yeah.”

  “I wish I could stay longer too, baby girl,” I say, walking carefully down the steps and toward the car I’ve parked haphazardly to one side of the roundabout, “but I don’t think your dad would take very well to coming home to me in your bed.”

  Jane smiles nervously. “No,” she says, “he wouldn’t.”

  I walk closer to my car, careful not to slip. “I promise will go to the ski resort before they close for spring.” I open my car door and slip inside the driver’s seat, all without breaking eye contact. “And while we’re there, I promise we’ll be able to take our time. Spend as much time with each other as we like. We’ll do it properly, with all my fun little black bags to help out.” I waggle my eyebrows at her, knowing this will help take the sting out of our separation.

  It does, as she finally looks like she’s not going to break down when I leave. Or come running after me.

  I close the door on my car and buckle up. But I quickly put the keys in the ignition and rolled down the window as she runs up to say something to me. “It’d better be in time for Valentine’s Day,” she says. “Now that I have a boyfriend, I want to celebrate not being single.”

  I laugh, giving her a kiss on the cheek through the window. “We’ll see,” I say, and take off the brake.

  From there, I make my way carefully around the circular driveway, and out onto the street. In the rearview mirror, I see Jane waving. Blowing me kisses.

  God, am I glad I went on that skiing trip. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have her to spend the rest of my life with.

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  Chapter 1 – Mariah

  December 23

  Should I study or should I sleep? Or maybe I should masturbate.

  Isn’t this the eternal dilemma of every 19 year old nerdy, overweight college virgin? Or, no. Maybe it’s just the eternal dilemma of this 19 year old nerdy, overweight college virgin.

  Not by choice, mind you. The “virgin” part is not by choice but more due to circumstance. The “nerdy” part— and probably most of the “overweight” part— is from having to study so damn much. Which I really should be doing right now.

  I wrap the warm woolly blanket around me tighter, hating how cozy the damn thing is. Between its comforting weight and the easy give of the couch, I know I’m fighting a losing battle. In the battle between studying or sleeping, sleeping will win out. And I’m too tired to even get turned on enough to masturbate.

  The fact that I can see snow falling outside only makes me fall more in love with the plush cushions underneath me. I snuggle deeper into my self-made cocoon, adoring the way the fluffy drifts of snow kiss the window.

  A little ways away from the window I have my TV on, enjoying the soft murmurs and colors that the screen emits. Much like a digital cup of hot cocoa, there’s something about having the TV on during a dark and cold night that just makes it all the more warm and fuzzy.

  I know I should be studying, I murmur to myself, bringing the blanket up to my nose and my feet up on to the cushions more. I know I should be getting ahead in my reading for next semester, but I don’t want to!

  There’s a whine to my voice. Like I’m nine, instead of 19.

  But if I don’t, I think, feeling my breath on my cheeks, the quality of my work might suffer. My grades may drop, and if they drop I might lose my scholarship!

  From under the blanket, I’ve started to chew my nails. A bad habit. One Mom would get after me about, but she doesn’t know how hard it’s about to get for me.

  Can’t have that. School’s expensive as it is, even with the help my scholarship provides. And still I’m going to have to start working to afford everything on my own next semester.


  I bring the blanket down off my face, feeling overheated and a bit irritated at myself.

  And I’m not even sure if I can work and go to school at the same time and maintain my flawless academic reputation. Which is why I need to be studying, even if it is winter break, I grumble, deciding there will be no more breaks for me. Not this winter.

  Until I see his face on my TV screen — the face belonging to one of my most favorite actors. In that moment, every other thought flies out of my head. Studying. Grades. None of it matters, in the face of such rugged beauty.

  He’s an older actor. I can’t remember his name, but I’d know his wrinkles anywhere. The sexy smile lines around his eyes. The way his lips curl just that way when a reporter asks him a personal question. Oh, that’s the thing that always melts me. Combine that with his cool amber eyes (I always think of a Jaguar when I see them), and you have me completely distracted.

  Which I am. As I hear him murmur something about how he likes his women smart and driven, I imagine that he’s talking to me. Mariah, he says, leaning close to me, you’re a smart and driven young woman. You work hard for what you want, don’t you? As he leans in further, I imagine I’m smelling his cologne. Like bourbon and marshmallows blended together, but sharper. The collar on his dress shirt caresses my cheek, just before his hand does. I bet you’d like it if you had a man who worked hard for you, wouldn’t you?

  On “hard” I realize my hand is down the front of my pajamas, and already buried deep in my pussy. My clit is already rock-hard, and licking at my finger like a lollipop. A light touch sends a shiver through me, despite the layer of blanket. “Yes,” I murmur.

  Oops. Guess masturbation is the option that’s going to win out. Thanks, famous actor.