Buy My Soul: A Sixty Days Novel

by West, Jade

I wanted to tell him I wanted him. That I knew he wanted me. That I wanted to cast aside everything about the world, and the darkness outside, and the fear and the hate and the knowledge that I was fighting waves of disaster so much taller than my sorry little self.

  I wanted to tell him that I wanted the escape of him using me. Using me for him, not for the cameras. Not for clients, and cash coming in, and training me up for the performances.

  “If you ever try to pawn yourself for extra favours again, you’ll fucking regret it,” he said, and I managed a nod.

  Still my thighs stayed parted. Still my eyes were on his and hungry through my tears.

  “Get some fucking sleep,” he told me, but his hands stayed on my wrists and his knee stayed firm between my thighs.

  There was no way I’d be able to sleep. Not in that bed with him. Not with the pull of his body, calling to the flutter of deviance in my soul.

  I wanted the strength in him to consume me. I wanted to feel the pain in the depths of him singing with my own. I wanted him to push me beyond thoughts. Beyond reason. Beyond anything but the sensations as he hurt me. Played with me. Used me for his own.

  The gasp from my throat was pitiful as he ground his knee hard between my legs. It ached but sparked.

  I was wet and I knew it. His breath paused. I felt the shiver in him. The ripple of want.

  Self-confidence burst behind my eyes in a way I’d never felt it. Being wanted by a man like this in a way like this should have meant nothing, but it meant everything.

  “I should punish you so fucking bad for trying to buy my favours,” he said.

  “Please…” I whispered, and I didn’t even know what I was asking for. Punishment. Pain. Pity.

  Him.

  I was asking for him.

  “I mean it,” he said. “You ever try to buy my favours again, you’ll fucking regret it.”

  I nodded, gasping again as he grated hard, his bare knee hot against my wetness. “I’m not… I’m not trying to buy anything, sir… not now…”

  “What the fuck are you trying to do then, little girl?” he asked, and his eyes were scorching on mine.

  I arched my back for him, nipples crying for contact. “I don’t know, sir,” I told him. “I just want…”

  The embarrassment burned. Ate me up alive.

  “Say it,” he barked. “Say it and fucking mean it.”

  I didn’t know what to say. The words didn’t want to come.

  Did I tell him that I wanted to feel the core of him raging free? Devouring me as his own as my body hummed and fluttered and lost itself in the sensations?

  Did I tell him I wanted to feel his pleasure? That pleasing him meant more than just the money already? That this was about more than the pay out and the sixty days and the lifeline it offered my sad little existence outside of here?

  That pleasing him was a thrill my soul craved?

  That pleasing him was enough to drive me crazy with want, even after I’d been mashed senseless in front of his seedy cameras already this evening?

  I shouldn’t want it. Shouldn’t want him.

  Shouldn’t want anything but to be done with this place and him along with it.

  “You have five seconds, sweetheart. I’ve never been affluent with patience. Talk or fucking sleep, last fucking call.”

  I managed a whimper. Pitiful.

  I managed another arch of my back as I struggled to force out my answer.

  “Five.”

  “Please…” I began, but my voice trailed off.

  “Four.”

  I took a breath. My embarrassment burned.

  “Three.” His voice was a bark. His knee moved against me and I shuddered.

  “Please…” I said again, wishing I had even a scrap of sensibility left inside me.

  “Two. Last fucking chance.”

  “Please… sir… I want…”

  “What do you fucking want?” he rasped. “One.”

  And I said it. I just said it. Consequences and embarrassment be damned.

  “You,” I told him. “Please, sir, please… It’s not for favours. It’s not for anything… please, sir.” I paused. I had to pause. It took everything I had to continue. “Please, sir. Please. I just want you.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Brandon

  I should’ve punished her. I should’ve reminded her that she was in my world for sixty days, powerless and subject to my every fucking whim.

  I should’ve reminded her that her outside life was nothing in this space. That she should be thinking of nothing but serving me and earning her pay day.

  I should’ve definitely reminded her that she meant nothing to me. Nothing more than a decent profit and a satisfied client base. That I wasn’t lying when I said my own personal pleasures meant nothing whatsoever in my business life.

  But her tears were intoxicating. The stretch of her body under mine as I gripped her wrists with white knuckles was enough to tease the beast in me.

  I hadn’t felt raw lust like this in years.

  I hadn’t wanted someone like this since I was barely more than a boy of her age with her same sad optimism for the blessings of the world.

  I hated the part of me that wanted to protect it in her. Because I did. I did want to protect it in her. I also wanted to destroy it and her beautiful soul along with it. To plunge her into the depths of obedience and leave her a tender shell of subservience in my wake.

  “You have no idea who I am,” I told her and meant it. “If you have any sense in that head of yours, you’ll stay well clear of wanting anything from me.”

  My warning was serious. My words were honest.

  She nodded but her body stayed primed for mine, begging silently. Her sore pussy was sopping against my knee, her nipples like bullets and craving my touch.

  “I’ll ask you again. Last chance to get that brain of yours into gear,” I said. “What do you want?”

  Her reply was instant this time.

  “You,” she whimpered. “I want you, sir.”

  The truth in her voice slammed me right in the fucking gut, my balls tight and eager to unload into that pretty cunt of hers. My dick was straining, hard enough to fucking ache, and I went for it. Despite my own fucking basic common sense, I went for it.

  I flipped her easily, slamming her onto her front and lowering myself hard onto her back. I kept her wrists tight in my grip, rocking my hips against her bare ass with my hard on burying into the crack. She took a frantic breath, knowing what was coming. Only it wasn’t. Not right then.

  Even I wasn’t a cunt enough to tear her asshole open dry.

  She wasn’t expecting me to dip low enough to spear her pussy in one. I thrust in deep, and that slick little hole gripped tight enough that I couldn’t hold back a grunt. The girl cried out with each thrust, her face pressed against the pillow as I took her hard and fast, plunging my cock into the depths of her with my heartbeat pounding in my temples.

  I made sure my angle was right. Ensured that the sweep of my thrusts was geared for the right spot.

  It worked.

  It didn’t take long before she was writhing under my weight, her wrists tugging in my grip as she squirmed for more.

  I shouldn’t have let her come. Not that night. Not after she’d initiated the experience with a request for her druggie sister and life outside.

  I shouldn’t have let her come at all, in fact. Not until she’d fully learned the value of submission. Not until she’d earned a decent amount of her payout in this place.

  There were plenty of things about this sweet little minx I shouldn’t be doing, but once again my common sense bailed for the hills.

  “You don’t come without permission,” I hissed in her ear. “You never fucking come without my permission.”

  “Then please…” she rasped. “Please, sir, let me. I don’t know what this is… I don’t know how to stop…”

  It nearly sent me over the edge myself, the fact that this beautiful creature
was a stranger to the pleasures of taking cock deep.

  “Hold back,” I told her. “Hold back if you have any sense. The very second you unravel is the second I’m going to claim your asshole as my new fucking plaything. It’ll really fucking hurt.”

  My warning did the opposite of holding her back. She sucked in air and grunted on the out breaths, and it was divine. It was fucking divine.

  I kept my rhythm steady. Steady and deep. I felt the sweat pooling on my forehead, rendering my hot shower redundant as my body worked hard to consume hers. I dropped my full weight onto her, thrusting fingers into her open mouth as she moaned and lost herself. I swore this would be it, the only instance of me giving into my primal needs, just one pathetic instance of dick running wild and a good opportunity to take virgin ass in the process, but even as the thought flipped through my mind I knew I was lying to myself.

  The girl was in my bed for the second night running.

  She should never have been in my bed at all.

  Her moans became more urgent along with her wriggles, her pussy clenching tight around my thrusts as her body headed for its crescendo.

  “Hold back,” I warned again, but my words were lost. “Permission,” I reminded her. “You never come without my fucking permission.”

  “Pweasss,” she groaned around my fingers, and I pressed my mouth to her ear.

  “Permission. You earn permission.”

  Her body was losing control and I knew it. She’d have to beg fucking quickly if she wanted to earn my approval.

  She tried.

  “Pweassse, sir… pwease. I can’t… I can’t stopppp.”

  “More,” I told her. “Let me fucking hear it.”

  I pulled my fingers free, dripping spit, and she swallowed, gaining control of her mouth.

  “Please, sir… please let me come. Please. Please let me…”

  “Louder,” I barked.

  “Please, sir! Please! I can’t… it feels too good. Please, sir!”

  I could’ve unloaded my seed deep inside her. Yet again, my common sense regarding this girl was fucked beyond recognition. The processes of the sixty-day girls was usually so calculated. Tests and medicals and contraception guaranteed. I’d bypassed the whole fucking lot of it in my haste to bundle her in through the doors.

  “Please, sir! Please!”

  “Come for me,” I hissed. “Come for me like the dirty little slut you are.”

  And she did.

  She really fucking did.

  There was no restraint in the way she bleated and bayed for more. She was a horny little bitch, bucking back against my thrusts with as much force as she could muster. Her pussy tightened. The wetness of her was music in the air, the slaps of my flesh against hers the perfect symphony in the night.

  Her cries were heaven. Her pleasure was enough to drive me wild.

  It was all I could do to pull free of her as she gathered her breath. I delivered on my promise with little warning, lining up for a stab of her asshole with nothing more than a grunt as I pressed against that puckered little hole.

  She braced herself, but it was pointless. Nothing could have prepared her for the shunt that followed. The head of my dick pushed through the ring of her and it was like a vice. A hot fucking vice that shot white heat behind my eyes.

  She cried out loud as I pistoned for a second thrust, her body taut as a wire as I claimed the inches of that tight little chute.

  I knew it hurt.

  I knew her asshole was already raw from my finger pounding earlier. I knew she’d be alight with the burn, feeling nothing but the stretch as I buried myself deep.

  I didn’t fucking care.

  “Take it,” I growled, and she did.

  She was a good girl, moaning her discomfort but doing nothing to fight the pain. It took a few decent thrusts before I was buried to the hilt, and I could’ve stayed there, soaking up the pressure of being squeezed that fucking tight by a virgin hole.

  I wanted it to hurt her. I wanted her to suffer for my pleasure. I wanted to know she would take whatever she was given and thank me for the privilege.

  Every muscle in her was tense. Her whimpers were close to another bout of tears.

  “Say thank you,” I snarled, my mouth tight to her ear.

  “Thank you, sir,” she said.

  “How does it feel?”

  “It hurts…” she told me. “It hurts… but I want it. Please, sir, I want it…”

  I nearly shot my fucking load. It took every scrap of restraint in me not to fill her ass with my cum in that very heartbeat.

  I yanked her head back by her hair, twisting her so I could see her face. Her honesty was right there, in her eyes. Hungry. She was hungry for more through the pain.

  She was an ass slut.

  The thought shouldn’t have thrilled me nearly as much as it did.

  I slowed down my thrusts enough to let her adjust to the swell of me. It was a slow process. A long process. Our breaths matched with uncanny synchronicity. Our grunts took on the same tone as her body adjusted to the sensation and her pain turned to want.

  I claimed that girl’s virgin ass as mine with more attention than I’d given any conquest for decades past. Each sweep of my hips was a tidal wave of concentration, my balls thrumming to burst. My dick was a rod of steel beyond reason. Her backside was a treasure of heat and tightness and perfect fucking filth.

  “I’m gonna fill you up,” I grunted eventually.

  Her whimper was anything but gratitude. “Please, no. Please don’t stop… it feels too good…”

  Crazy.

  The girl was fucking crazy.

  But so was I.

  I shifted enough that I could snake my fingers underneath her to press between her legs. I found her swollen clit and circled hard, knowing full well she was tender enough to buckle.

  And buckle she did, losing control in a manner I’d not yet seen from her. She was desperate. Insane in her squirming. Hungry for everything, even through the pain.

  Her movements forced her back onto my dick in perfect harmony with my thrusts, and again we were synchronised, in filthy harmony in our quest for release.

  When it came, it came for both of us.

  I knew she was reaching her own second peak of climax. She began her mutterings again, asking for permission all over again as I played her clit like a boy in the playground.

  “Yes,” I groaned as my own climax burst. “You can fucking come. Dirty girl. You’re such a fucking dirty girl.”

  It was bliss to unload deep into that asshole. I held my breath as my dick pulsed, ears ringing as my balls emptied hard. That hole of hers was a vice, milking me dry, clenching like a hungry mouth around the length of me and sucking hard for more. Her cries were loud, but distant, dimmed by my own reeling senses as my own grunts came from deep.

  Our breaths were frantic as we stilled. The room was rich with the silence as we caught ourselves, my cock spent as I pulled free of her in one slippery motion.

  Her asshole bubbled and dribbled my cum. Gorgeous. It was fucking gorgeous. I stretched her cheeks wide to admire the view, landing a slap before I rolled away to stare up at the ceiling.

  She didn’t move a muscle, just lay on her front with her face turned in my direction, eyes wide as she settled with a sheen of sweat on her forehead.

  I dug into my beside drawer for a fresh packet of cigarettes, fingers rattling around the shit in there until I found a lighter. I lit up easily, blowing a plume of smoke to the ceiling and still she watched me without a word.

  “That’s gonna make tomorrow a harder show for you,” I told her. “That asshole of yours is gonna know I’ve been in there, believe me.”

  “It already does,” she said. “But it was worth it.”

  I laughed my usual cold laugh. “See if that’s your tune in the morning, sweetheart. I suspect this’ll be the last night you’re so keen for extracurricular.”

  I regretted my words as soon as they were out there. R
egretted the implication there would be more nights like this one, her body in bed with mine.

  “We’ll see,” she said, and then she yawned.

  I hated the cuteness on her dirty face as sleep rose up to claim her. Hated the bliss in my gut as I puffed away on my cigarette and heard her breaths deepening into sleep.

  Afterglow.

  It had been years and fucking years since I’d experienced anything even close to an afterglow.

  I was out of bed in time to toss my cigarette butt from the open window, striding naked to the bathroom to empty my bladder along with my balls before the disgust rose up to new heights in me.

  I couldn’t stand it. Not any of it.

  Not the sweetness of her sleeping body in my bed. Not the urge to climb in beside her and touch her skin with mine.

  Not the bleating pleasure she’d brought me with her own. Not the thrill of her delicate voice as she’d lost control and unravelled wild for me.

  So I didn’t stand it.

  I washed my dick afresh in the bathroom sink and towelled myself dry with enough force to hurt. I tugged a fresh set of clothes from the wardrobe and dressed without her so much as stirring, lost to everything but the waves of sleep as she buried herself under the covers, unconscious.

  I was staring at her as I made a promise to myself, forcing down any dregs of affection blooming in me.

  They meant nothing. They were worth nothing.

  They lead to nothing but disaster in this world, and I knew it.

  I knew cash was king and nothing else. That cash was the only thing to stay sure of in this miserable world.

  I promised myself I would stay sure of it. Promised that she was meat to me and nothing else. Promised that I’d drop her back on the beachfront when her sixty days were up and never think of her sweet little body again.

  And then I did what I should have done hours earlier.

  I locked the door behind me as I stepped out onto the landing, and cash really was king again for me as I made my way back downstairs.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Brandon

  I walked into another world in the office room downstairs. Eric was tipping back whisky with a couple of the security detail, a beam of a smile on his face as I crossed the threshold.