Sold to the Dom

by Amy Brent

  Like now, “What the fuck? Lourdes, I understand that you’ve worked for my dad for a long time. But I told you that I would take her.” I say as I walk closer towards her and I can sense that she’s intimidated wondering if I’m going to do something to her.

  “She’s not groceries,” her breathing quickens, “Leftovers from the food that’s thrown out of the store for the day. The auction’s over!” she’s shaking her head as if she’s trying to keep me at bay, but she’s not doing a good job. If anything, her voice is trembling so damn much that if I tell her to bend over, she’ll do it in a heartbeat.

  She needs to be taught a fucking lesson.

  Is dad sure that she works here or it’s not the other way around?

  She’s telling me what to do. I know the fucking difference between groceries and a perfect figure eight shaped, blonde haired and blue eye innocence that needs her cherry popped tonight. One has to be done and the other will be pure pleasure. Shit, and those lips she could suck me until tomorrow. There’s nothing more than seeing a woman bent over showing her ass that just sets me on fire. And once blondie did that, I knew that she had to be mine.

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  “I don’t need you to tell me what to do,” I say putting my finger in between her chest. I’m wondering if she’ll take it and put it somewhere else?

  “Your dad said that you should take one of the girls that no one wants. Not the one that Mr. Johnson was clearly bidding for, before you turned up the music. You think that I don’t know what you did?”

  She’s so fucking close to me. If she wasn’t giving me lip, which is turning me on right now, I’d take her home and show her who’s boss. But that’s not what this is about.

  I soon realized how the auction works. The bidders wanted the innocent ones. The one’s that they could take and nature in one of the wings. They have the choice of staying here or taking the girls home. Dad already told me that he preferred if the girls stayed here. There had been one or two incidences with the girls being abused and he felt that if they never left the house then they wouldn’t be put in a vulnerable situation.

  He didn’t want the joke of an auction house to have a bad reputation. I didn’t know how that was possible seeing as they were auctioning virgins.

  I knew Mr. Johnson wanted her and he wasn’t getting her and nothing was going to stand in my way. He had Scarlett, he shouldn’t even be here in the first place let alone pay one million membership fee for the fucking pleasure. The only thing that man deserved was nothing but pure pain.

  This way, I’ll have two things for the price of one. Blondie will be taught a lesson which involves holding on to the most sacred thing in your life for the right reason and not selling it, because you want a new mobile phone, which is probably the reason that these girls sell their virginity. I doubt it’s for anything really important, but to her it’s probably a matter of life or death.

  I’ll teach her that the best way to get money is hard work and determination.

  Fuck, I’ll make her a submissive and after that’s all said and done, Lourdes will be begging me to terminate her contract. I hold her hands up and pin her against the wall. The rooms dark with only a dim light at the opposite corner. She can’t see that I’m getting hard right now. But she won’t have the pleasure of relieving me, only blondie gets that.

  “Mr. Fisher,” she whispers and I think that she’s trying to protest, but she’s not moving her wrists and if I was a complete freak I would fuck both her and blondie at the same time.

  “Master Fisher to you. If you don’t stop interfering in this transaction, then I’ll teach you what it means to be a submissive.”

  Her heart is racing, “I already know.”

  I back away and shake my head, “Whoever taught you, didn’t teach you well. If they did, then you wouldn’t have answered back before. You would have done what you were told and would have gone to get the paperwork. The fact you didn’t, means that whoever taught you, didn’t do it well because you learned nothing.”

  She smiled as I start to walk away and blurts out, “I’ll tell your dad the next time I see him and let him know that his son says that he can do it better.”

  I turn around and see her licking her lips. She’s a fucking freak. One that I have every intention of staying away from. She’s had a piece of dad and now she wants the son too. I want to say something to her. Anything, but the only thing I say is, “Save yourself the trouble.”

  As I get to the door, “I’ll tell him myself. Right now, I’ve got a cherry to pop and it’s that blondie and I’m fucking going to have a whale of a time.”

  If I didn’t know any better, I would think that Lourdes was hoping that she’ll be in my bed tonight. She’s got to be kidding, I wouldn’t go anywhere where my dad’s been, especially not her pussy.

  Chapter 9: Lily

  I felt so relieved when I saw him come through the wall only moments after he walked in with her. The one that's helped me and made me feel safe. All of a sudden became a threat, and I didn’t even understand what I’d done.

  I thought that the idea was to appeal to the men, but maybe I’d gone too far and alienated them instead.

  He’s standing in front of me. I’m trying to avoid his eyes; I can’t even figure out what color they are in this light. He’s so tall that it feels so overpowering as if he gets closer to me. My heart feels as if it’s hanging on whatever he has to say.

  “Well, it seems that you’ve had an eventful night?”

  I’m about to say something, but I can already see that landed me in hot waters the last time I tried that. So, I look at him innocently like a child, that’s what these men want, and that’s what the woman that helped me before was trying to tell me. Act my age. Or whatever these men think women my age should act like? I frown and look at the ground as I reflect on the one thing that I did wrong. The one that nearly got me in hot water.

  “Happy Birthday,” he smiled as he uses his finger to lift up my chin.

  I look at him, stare at him trying to figure out what he’s thinking about me. Is he happy that he won or not? I can’t tell, it’s as if I’m looking into a blank wall. One that I can’t read. I can’t look away, even if I try. I don’t know what turns me on more about him; the black suit that he’s wearing with a red tie, one that screams sophistication and money, or the way he seems to boss around showing that he owns everything about the place, including me. He is definitely not the type of men that I’d seen in the diner once in a while if they were passing through. There was something different about him. A man of mystery and I felt like a girl.

  A little girl that knew nothing about the world. I bet he’d been educated from high school to college, even a Master’s. A man that could go to any part of the world and speak a tongue of more than one country. I’d just about made it through high school after losing my parents.

  Living on minimum wage and knowing how to make ends meet, was as far as my wits went until it was pushed to the limit and that led me here.

  With him.

  “So, are you going to stand there all night and stare at me? Or are you ready to leave?”

  “Yes.”

  He curls his mouth; I wouldn’t call it a smile. More of a smirk.

  “You’re going to stand there and stare at me all night?”

  I don’t know what to do. His finger is under my chin. We’ve gone from I need to act innocent to he wants me to make a move. Or maybe he’s intimidating me. To say that I’m exhausted is a bit of an exaggeration right now. I move my head and instantly regret it.

  “Now, you’re saying now.”

  I nod it, “Yes.”

  “I see.”

  No, you don’t. I don’t know what to do. I’m waiting for her to come in and tell me that I need to leave. She tried to help me, and I’m not worth helping or something. Anything. I don’t understand what’s going on. It feels like the battle of minds; there’s just one problem. My opinion is nowhere on the same scale as his, and it scar
es me. He has a way of making me forget my senses as if he’s better than me or something? I was raised to think that we’re all equal, but I soon forget it as I say, “Sir.” That’s what I read submissive are supposed to say. Sir. Shit or was it Master?

  “Master. I’m yours for the night.”

  He winks, “Not just for the evening. For the week, if you want…”

  “One hundred thousand dollars?” “Is that what you were promised?”

  “No one promised me anything, but that’s the figure that I read on the contract, and they said the same in the interview.”

  “If you’d read the contract correctly, it told me you could win, earn or whatever it is you’re doing,” he clears his throat, but his eyes don’t leave mine. It’s as if every word he says, he’s waiting and watching my reaction.

  “You could earn a minimum of one hundred thousand, but the maximum will be twenty-five thousand dollars for the night and double that if you stay the week.”

  I start to blink furiously, thinking about my silly education and not reading the small print. The words flow through my mind at the interview. There was a talk about minimum and maximums, and somehow, I focused on the maximum. Not thinking about the minimum at all and now all I can think about is the disappointment as I start to blink furiously. Thinking about the stupid mistake and that somehow all this would make things better.

  “Are you going to cry?”

  I shake my head, but I’m fighting the tears. I want to ask him how much I’ll be making. What this all means?

  “How much do you need?”

  That’s the million-dollar question, and I tell him the truth. The figure that I think I need for now and then the rest, well I’ll have to figure it out.

  “Fifty.”

  “Wow, fifty thousand dollars. That’s a lot of money to someone like you. What do you need it for?”

  I’m just about to tell him when he starts walking in front of me.

  “In all honesty, I don’t care. If you want to earn the fifty thousand dollars. Which is more likely the most amount that you’ve ever seen in your life at one time. I suggest you do as I say and ask no questions.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Shit, I did it again.

  “Master.”

  He blurts out as he stops and I bump into him while cursing myself for calling him Sir and not Master.

  “You need to say, Yes, Master. No, Master. When Master and anything that you want to do. Remember I own you for the week. You’ll piss when I say. Eat when I tell you to and never ask a question. Do you understand?”

  No one has ever spoken to me like this. Not ever. Even the one time that I cleaned an aristocrat or whatever he was called had come from England to stay as one of the guests in Huntersville. He treated me with respect. He should have spoken to me the same way that the Master was doing and made me feel the same way. But, he didn’t and as I kept on walking and keeping up with him. I soon realized the reason that the aristocrat spoke to me with respect and this guy didn’t.

  It was that the aristocrat just hired me to clean his car. Not to take away my virginity. The one that I was reminded was the most sacred thing, and I was giving it away for fifty thousand dollars.

  I really should have studied in high school.

  I bet the one thing it would have taught me was how to hold my head up high in situations where I feel like digging a hole and dropping into it. I was the girl that used to take the day off because I could, and the cool kids were hanging out smoking for the day.

  No longer was I cool, if anything right now I was simply a fool.

  Chapter 10: Lily

  I feel as if I’m Alice in Wonderland as he marches through the glass wall and blurts out, “Follow me.”

  I’d won.

  The tall dark stranger had won me for the week, he could have me a lot longer than that, but for now one week would do.

  I follow him like a little puppy. A submissive’s role was to obey not to ask questions and hope that their master didn’t dismiss them. That’s what I’d read up on the subject, but there were no books in the library about selling virginities. If there were then I would have known what to do. But, none of that mattered as I follow him through the hallway.

  His tall dark frame is something to admire from the back. Especially his pants which emphasis his ass. I find myself following him and focusing on his body. The long hallway we pass doesn’t seem important as I’m nearly jogging, whereas he’s just striding through the hallway.

  He’s a man of importance, that much I know for sure. The way that he passes the hallway as if it’s all familiar, but I know nothing about the next stages. I have no bags as I was instructed to do. Bring nothing apart from a purse to hold personal belongings and even then, all I had was my keys and my phone.

  I left that with Lourdes and Veronica. I want to call Olivia and tell her that I’m safe, but I can’t do anything because I know that if I don’t follow him, I’ll be out of here, and I can’t mess up again. Once bitten, twice shy and I’d messed up a lot more than once but I was going to learn my lesson. That part I was sure about and he’ll think that I was the best submissive ever and that I may even get a bonus.

  But the magic question of the figure was playing on my mind as we moved up and down the house, which was clearly a maze. That’s when it came to an abrupt end and we were in a room. If I can call it that, it seemed to be the same size as Olivia’s apartment. The one where I was staying in ever since I’d been thrown out of the apartment that I was sharing with my brother, Gary.

  Before he was arrested and I ended up applying to sell my virginity.

  I shake my head as I need to get all the negative thoughts out of my mind and focus on my time now. It’s with the stranger. The one that’s behind me and shutting the door as he observes me walking around. Or maybe he’s putting things away? This room is breathtaking, it has a four-poster bed with the traditional drapery swags and it feels as if it’s a mix of the modern and the old. The room isn’t like the little parts of the house that I’ve seen so far. The room is bright with matching beige curtains that match the swags not the bed. I feel the same way that I would if I’d just gone to the beach for the first time. I’ll roll all over the sand and want every part of my body to relish in the experience.

  The wooden frame above the bed is only a fraction of the height of the ceiling and the overhead canopy and I could hide in here for a week. The gold throw over the bed hides the silk sheets which I run my fingers over as I get to the top part of the bed. The pillows are nearly the same size as me. Large ones, that run from one of the bed to the other. Everything about the room is a dream and I feel guilty about walking on the matching beige carpet so I do something that my mom taught me from a young age. I take off my shoes and then I wonder where to put them. Then again, they’re not even my shoes. They’re Lourdes. Another thing that took me aback. Why’d she gone from being a woman that was willing to help me, to my number one enemy in a matter of minutes. That’s the part that I’d not understood and then like a gush of wind, I felt his body pressed against mine.

  No warning.

  No introduction.

  Then again, this wasn’t a date. I didn’t know how these things worked.

  ‘Hi, my name’s Liam. What’s yours? So, I won you in the auction room and I’m going to take your virginity.’

  Was that the way I’d imagined it to be? Something like that, but I could tell by the way my neck was lolling to the side that it didn’t want an introduction. It just wanted to be taken by him. He didn’t disappoint as he ducks his head and brushes his lips softly across my skin.

  I’ve never been touched like this.

  During high school, there’d been a couple of guys that were interested, but they seemed to be more obsessed with my big breasts which fully bloomed when I was fifteen and started my period. That’s when the boys only wanted me for one thing and that’s when Gary did a good job at keeping them at bay.

  I’d kissed one
or two of them, but they were boys. Hungry to get it over and done with as soon as possible; as if there was a fire.

  The tall dark stranger’s doing things to me, between the legs just in one movement as I let out a sigh. He’s being so sensual as if we’re lovers that have been reunited again. I don’t want to act as if I’m completely useless in the bedroom. As I keep still and try not to fall on the bed, but then he wraps his arm around my waist as if he’s keeping my balance, as his mouth traces a path down one shoulder and he releases a strap at the same time with a flick of a wrist.

  His movements are skillful and masterful as his fingers stroke my hips.

  Then he backs away just as fast as he held me before. I feel empty, but then I realize that I’m semi-naked in the room. He managed to relieve both my straps and my dress fell to the ground with just one simple movement.

  “I want to see what I paid for.”

  Those few words make me feel cheap and I wince as he’s reminded me why we’re here right now.

  I simply nod my head.

  He comes closer to me and then he unclasps my bra. He avoids eye contact as he does it and then his arms were around me once more as he cups my breasts.

  “Fuck, they’re perfect.”

  He kneads them gently, rolling my nipples between his fingers and then there’s a rush between my legs as he turns me around and I’m no longer facing him but my ass is rubbing against his ever-growing erection.

  “I want to unzip and get inside you right now. You’ve got the perfect figure eight and it’s all natural.”

  I’m about to tell him that I’ve always been conscious of my figure, feeling the need to lose weight, because my hips are too wide and my breasts are the same size. Hearing him say that I’m perfect puts a smile to my face even though I’m quivering and feeling like jelly at the moment.

  I don’t know what to do, so I give him permission with my body to take me as I grind myself against him. I hear his breathing quicken and he’s ready as I grind myself even more against him.