Sold to the Dom

by Amy Brent

  It died the moment I became face-to-face with my arch enemy not only in business but love too.

  She’s walking away from me. It’s amazing the way that just one movement can change a woman from a confident one to a little squirrel worried about whether they’re going to be hunted.

  “I don’t bite.”

  “That’s not what I heard last night.”

  I raise my eyebrow, “Were you listening?”

  She nods.

  I expected her to lie and tell me that she wasn’t, but she told the truth.

  Who the hell is this woman?

  “You know what curiosity did to the cat?”

  “Killed it. But you know what cats have?”

  She’s got me there.

  “Nine lives.”

  And on that note, she leaves the room. I intend to chase after her, but I have a hard enough time dealing with one woman let alone two. Besides I came here to have a little fun and to punish Lily for selling her virginity. Now, I feel as if I’m the one being tortured because I don’t know if I’m in heaven or hell?

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  Shit, I can’t concentrate. I’ve been in the office for over an hour, and the only thing on my mind is Lily. What I can do to her later and what I did to her last night.

  Maybe I need a break, time in the office for a day or two would settle that. I decide to get on the phone and call my driver. I need him to sort out the car and get back here.

  “Ron, I’m going to the office now, so can you come and pick me up?”

  “Yes, sir. But be warned I need to take one of your dad’s cars.’

  “Why?”

  He clears his throat, and I’m about to tell him that I don’t give a fuck where he gets a car from. If I have to read one more annoying email about the same damn issue in the finance department about Adrian touching one more woman inappropriately and the sexual harassment suit that we may be facing as a result of it. I’m going to fly there! I won’t even need a car. I’ll be fucking fuming that I trusted him after I warned him about ten times to stop doing it.

  The man’s married with two kids, and for some reason, he’s disillusioned to believe that nearly every woman in the office is flirting with him. If a woman says that you should grab a cup of coffee, it doesn’t mean that you should grab her ass! There’s a clear distinction between coffee and ass, but for some reason, Adrian doesn’t understand that.

  “It’s just that one of the article’s vomited in the car and I’m still trying to get the stench out.”

  “Article’s?”

  It’s as if he’s talking to me in some hidden code. I just don’t have the patience for it right now.

  “Yes, the virgins.”

  “Oh, whatever just get here in at least an hour. If not sooner.”

  “Right, sir.”

  And then he hangs up. I should just sack his ass. It’s not like Ron’s been the best driver. In fact, the complete opposite, yet every time I’ve given him a warning he tells me some sob story. Then again, when did I get soft?

  The guy’s lazy, and he’s had the car for about three days. He can’t tell me that it takes three days to clean up the vomit. I’ll be back in a couple of days. My one week’s running out and I can’t believe that this beautiful journey is coming to an end. But, I need to sort out this scandal before I find out that I’m liable for it somehow.

  I get up and walk to the door. I could tell Lily, but then I think differently about it. She’s a sub which means that she’ll be ready and wait for me.

  I see Lourdes at the door. I’m about to tell her that I’m going and I’ll be back in a couple of days, but she’ll have to wait. I may suggest to dad that she’ll be perfect in another type of house. The one that grooms men, for women. The opposite of what’s done here. I can imagine that there must be women lining up for this type of thing.

  I shake my head at the whole idea of it.

  I didn’t want to be part of this business, and now I’m thinking about how to expand it. I need to get out of here before the next thing I’ll be doing is making leaflets and printing flyers.

  Chapter 12: Lily

  I’m alone on the bed thinking that I don’t want to wake up. I have no sense of time, but I know that so far losing my virginity doesn’t feel so bad. Especially this way, with a man that has a body that’s perfectly formed. I should get on the phone and tell Olivia that the last couple of days have been magical.

  Then again, I’m too scared to go outside. When he said that I won’t be needing my panties, he wasn’t exaggerating. I’ve been at his beck and call, on the sofa, bed and even on the floor. Shoot, and the shower. The first night was the shower and since then I haven’t had the pleasure again. But, I’m sure that we’ll be in there again.

  I’m kind of sure of it.

  I didn’t hear him as I think about going out and exploring the house. Maybe I’m supposed to go out and this is all part of some test. Someone comes in and gives me my meals while he’s not here. It’s as if I’m a prisoner in this place and I should be frustrated and want to get out. But, part of me doesn’t. Every day I go to work and I earn minimum wage and what for?

  To end up on Olivia’s couch.

  I’m only nineteen, but after Gary gets out I think that I’m going to try and do something with my life. I can’t keep doing this to myself, there’s more to me than just someone who works at the diner.

  I walk up to the closet thinking that maybe there’s some clothes in there. I remember that in the contract that I signed it said that no clothes should be brought with me. Maybe, there’s some in the closet.

  As I open it and as suspected, it’s filled with clothes. As soon as I raise my hands to touch them, I feel his hand on top of mine.

  He says nothing.

  Not a word, but I know how his fingers feel and he’s the only one with a key. He said that if at any time I felt unsafe I should lock the door, which I did today. But that’s only because Lourdes brought my breakfast and in return she demanded her dress and shoes. I gave them both to her, but that’s part of the reason I’m standing by the closet. Trying to figure out if there’s anything for me to leave in the next few days. Even though I don’t want our time together to end. I know that Gary needs me to get the money and leave and I can’t let him down.

  Then I feel something soft being wrapped around my hands as he ties them behind my back. He’s tying my hands and I want to ask him if I’ve done something wrong, but again I read about being a submissive. The Master wanting to take the submissive by surprise and one thing for sure, no questions should be asked about what he intends to do with her next.

  I’m imagining his eyes on me right now. In front of the closet and naked, which was part of the reason that I locked the door. Only he’s got a key to come in when it’s locked. Or so he told me, which was a lot more then he told me about anything else.

  I still have to find out his name, I have a feeling that he’s not telling me on purpose. The crazy part of it, is instead of turning me off, it just turns me on even more. Not knowing who he is. He starts by bending down and stroking my legs, then he works his way to the inside of my legs. All the time growling like a hungry wolf and the only thing I can do is stand and be touched as I close my eyes and try to move my hands. I feel silly standing here, knowing that I can’t do anything else. Until he takes it that step further and covers my eyes. Now, I’m completely at his mercy.

  There’s something cold that he’s putting on my left leg. I can’t see anything and all I can do as I stand and react to everything that he’s doing to me and it’s not even dinner time yet. Then again, I don’t even know what the time is, because there’s no clock in the room. Only a knock on the door with a meal at a particular time gives me a clue about the time.

  There’s something erotic about being completely helpless that makes me open my legs wider, just so that I can lead the way to where he wants to go.

  “Good girl, you’re
really learning and so quickly.”

  I quiver as it reaches my pussy. Just the tip of it. He doesn’t put it in, but he’s teasing me enough to turn me on, then again, he does that the moment he enters the room. I can hear him growling as he gets to the tip of my pussy and then takes it away again.

  “It’s as if the moment, the ice gets near there it opens even wider. I can see it, opening and closing as I take the ice away.”

  “Come to papa,” he says as he takes me by the back and then I think he’s laying me on the floor. That seems to be what he’s doing as he delicately takes me and I’m spreading my legs wide open like an eagle. He puts something soft, like a pillow, behind my head and again at the back of my arms. He rolls the ice once again near my pussy. I want him to put it in. I lick my lips thinking that he’s really turning me on right now.

  Then he stops saying, “All good things come to those who wait…”

  I hate him right now, this isn’t pleasure but torture. I open my legs even wider, but there’s nothing, but then he replaces that empty space. It feels like a dildo. I’ve used one or twice in my life. I know the shape and feel of them.

  “Don’t stop please…”

  He takes it away and now his voice is so far away, “I can do whatever I want to do. Don’t forget that.”

  Then I can hear him walk away. I start to panic, thinking that now he’s punishing me. Then out of nowhere no longer can I speak as he gags my mouth. He’s leaving me helpless.

  “Now, you won’t be able to talk.”

  I should be scared, frightened and begging to leave. But the whole idea that I’m helpless leaves me with a sensation that I’ve never had before. This time he decides to put the dildo in me, unlike before, he’s rougher and shoves it inside of me.

  “Arrh,” I try and scream, but with my mouth being gagged it’s so hard.

  He’s pushing me to the limit, that must be what he’s doing. Trying to find out if I trust him whole heartedly.

  “Just nod, if you want me to stop. If it gets too much for you.”

  I can’t even figure out where he is, if he’s bending down and watching me. I don’t even know how to nod, seeing as I’m spending most of my time shaking it from side-to-side, I’m trying to show him that I can take it. I’m more than a sub, I’m showing him that I’m his for the taking and I’m better than any woman that he’s been with and he wouldn’t want any of them ever again.

  “Do you understand?” he takes the dildo out and all I can think about is having it back inside of me. I want to come as I’ve done only seconds before, over and over again. If he wants to watch me, then he can and I’ll give him the performance of a last time.

  I nod my head in one long movement, making it known that I understood loud-and-clear.

  “Good girl,” then with those words, he touches me. Not just with the dildo, but his hands are roaming all over my body and I’m circling my hips making my own rhythm and loving not only the dildo, but his touch as he replaces his hand with his lips as he starts to suck on my nipples I know that any moment I’m going to come again.

  No longer is he using the dildo, he’s using his tongue, he’s scooping every inch of my folds as if he doesn’t want to leave any part unturned. I never understood the whole concept of oral sex, until now. He’s licking and biting on my clit as if he can’t get enough of my taste.

  “You taste so fucking good.”

  “Hmm,” I hum as he continues to flick his tongue in and out. It’s as if he goes from teasing to biting me slightly and with every turn it’s an element of surprise. He rotates my clit, slowly dipping in and out. I cry out and jerk my body. So, much that I feel that my body’s making a perfect arch every time I do it. I knew that he’s pushing me to the edge, the point of no return. He said that he wanted me to have a multiple orgasm, but he would bide his time. Every single time he’d taken me it had happened more than once, this time he’d done it without even putting his cock inside of me.

  I wrap my legs around him and move up and down. I’m loving this, from the way he’s touching me to the way he’s making me feel right now. I want to put my hand on his head and encourage him to continue. Tell him to never stop, but that’s not my choice. Only his. He wants to take my orgasm and claim me.

  As I start to shiver once again, he moves closer to me. This time, he’s not going to bind me. But set me free as he unties my hand and removes the gage from my mouth. He traces his finger over my lip. The same one that he must have been using to put inside me. I can taste myself as I lick my lips. He’s right I’m sweeter than I thought that I’d be.

  “You must be thirsty.”

  I can speak, but I know that I’m not supposed to, so I lie there waiting for him to come and give me a drink. Anything to make me feel better and then before long he comes back and pours water into my mouth. I take it, because my throat felt dry especially when I had the gage around my mouth.

  “I could give you something stronger, but I’m sure that you’re hungry.”

  I’m learning and I nod. But, I don’t want to eat. I want his big cock in between my legs filling me up and making me feel whole again. Now that there’s no dildo, no tongue I feel empty again.

  He lays my head back on the pillow and then I can hear him taking his clothes off.

  “I know what you really want.”

  It’s as if he can read my mind, as he starts to lay down on top of me and I can feel his naked body on top of mine. I wrap my arm around him and he pulls my hand away, “You don’t want me to tie you up again do you?”

  “I want you on all fours,” he growls but before I can respond he’s off my body and has me on all fours as he moves me like a puppet. Then he starts to make light circles on my butt with his fingers. I can feel the hair on my body standing up as his touches are so light that they feel as if they’re barely touching me. Yet, he starts to pinch it ever so gently as he moves his other hand in slow motion. Every stroke, pinch just make me react to him by moving my butt higher in the air. Letting him know that he can do whatever he wants to me and I won’t say no.

  I won’t say another word.

  I put my hands on the ground and stick my butt up higher making it known that he can take me. I’m not scared of anything that he’ll do to me. He took the virgin out of me and made me into a woman. He starts to whack his fat cock against my butt.

  I whimper as he whacks it hard.

  “Yes,” I whisper and I’m talking more to myself as I stop trying to see and just focus on the pleasure that he’s giving to me.

  “You like it like that,” he whacks it harder.

  “Or like this,” he whacks it again.

  Every time he does it, I feel as if his cock’s getting stronger and more erect. I didn’t even think that was possible until he puts his fingers inside my a-hole and it’s as if he’s painting the way for his cock.

  “You’re so damn wet. It’s as if you’re on pilot every time I just put a finger near you.”

  He stops and takes his finger out of me.

  “Or inside of you.”

  He puts it back inside and I feel relieved again. He grabs my butt cheeks and I know what’s going to happen next. I stick my butt out in anticipation as he stuffs his cock inside of my butt. No lube like the first time. No gently entering me. He forces himself so damn deep, that I scream out so loud and lift my head up.

  I feel as if everything’s on fire.

  “Arrhhh!” I shout out as he’s filling up my hole and it’s so strong and all I can do is scream at the top of my lungs. Not because it hurts, but because once again I’m reaching the point of no return. The pain is a thing of the past as my pleasure makes me bounce my butt against his hips forcing him to go deeper inside of me.

  “I’m fucking coming!”

  It’s as if that’s music to my ears. I think about all the times, I’ve climaxed and he’s not done it once. I want him to come with me. I want us to be as one, as he makes a growling sound and as if my wish is his command he co
mes into me. I can feel his seed shooting inside of me like hot coal. Then he flops back and he’s trying to catch his breath. I’m faced down on the pillow, still unable to see.

  “Shit, I didn’t think that I could come so much.”

  I nod my head, worried that I’m disobeying his wishes.

  “Fuck the blind fold,” he says as he comes behind me and takes it off my eyes. The light hurts them and I think about the sensation and not being able to see anything made me focus on what he was doing to me and it emphasized everything so much more.

  The sensation, I climaxed more than I’d ever done before and I didn’t even think that that was possible.

  “Don’t take it off.”

  Then I bite my tongue as I think about my role. He told me what to do. Not the other way around.

  “Why?”

  “I don’t want to see. I kind of like it.”

  He laughs, “We’ll leave it on for now. But later. I want you to take it off. You need to rest now.”

  “My cheeks are hurting me.”

  “I’m sure it’s not just your cheeks.” He lifts me up as if I’m a little feather. I know that he’s heading to the bed. I know that we’ll sleep a while and in anticipation. All I can think about is having some sleep and doing it all over again.

  Chapter 13: Blake

  I feel as if I’ve locked her in a cage. I told her that she’s free to go where she wants to go. But, for some reason she doesn’t want to leave the room.

  “Are you scared?”

  She shakes her head, “About leaving the room?”

  I watch her as she sits tentatively on the sofa. I’ve decided that we need a little rest. The sex is excellent, no it’s fucking fantastic, but two people can’t have this much sex. Otherwise, my cock will drop off or her pussy will get so wide, that she can’t even fit into her pants anymore.

  A slight exaggeration.