Bought: Highest Bidder(32)

I pull the vibrator away and she doesn't even look at me. "Don't lie to me, treasure. Next time I'll punish you."

"I'm sorry," she says weakly.

"Maybe I should tell you a story?" I offer, "and you can finish it?"

"Yes please, sir."

"I dream about taking a beautiful girl and locking her in my office at  work." Dahlia's eyes snap open, and she looks back at me with a  questioning gaze. "She stays under the desk as I sit at my chair."

"Do you think this could be your fantasy?" I ask her.

She nods her head, shifting slightly on the bed. I quicken the pace of the vibrator as she starts her story.

"I wait for you on my knees." She bites down on her lip and then looks  back at me. "You take your cock out as you sit down and stroke it. A  bead of precum starts to drip," her voice goes a little higher as I put  the vibrator to the underside of her clit and hold it there. She  struggles to stay still as she continues her story. "I lick it. You  moan," her head thrashes to the side. "So sexy when you moan like that."  I ease off the pressure and massage circles around her clit. "You love  it when I take you in deep. Your hands fist in my hair." Her breathing  picks up as I put the vibrator onto her most sensitive spot. Her face  scrunches, and her mouth opens wide.         

     



 

"Keep going, or I'll stop."

Her fingers dig into the mattress as she continues. "You shove your cock  down my throat. You push me up and down your dick. I can feel you all  the way at the back of my throat!" Her upper body lifts off the bed as  she screams out, close to her release.

My dick twitches with the need to give her what she needs, but I can't. Not yet.

"And then I pull out of your mouth." I continue with the story, letting  her concentrate on controlling her body. Her breathing comes in harsh  pants. "I pull you up, grabbing the hair at the base of your skull."

Her mouth makes a perfect "O" and her body tenses, her neck arches. "And  I kiss you. I take your lips with my own," her body trembles and I  capture her screams of pleasure as her orgasm crashes through her body.  My tongue tangles with hers and I eagerly climb between her legs,  shoving my dick into her hot cunt.

Her back bows, and she breaks our heated kiss to scream out into the hot  air between us. I buck my hips, slamming ruthlessly into her and riding  through her orgasm.

I stare into her eyes, knowing I want that with her. That fantasy. I need it in my life.

I pick up my pace, already feeling my orgasm approaching and watch as the realization of what's just happened crosses her eyes.

I almost say words I don't mean. I'm just caught in the moment. But as  she cups the back of my head and crushes her lips against mine, I lose  control of everything. I kiss her back with a passion I thought I once  knew and I bury myself to the hilt, spilling my cum deep inside of her  tight walls.

As the waves of pleasure wrack through me, I ignore the thoughts  creeping in. I see her beautiful eyes shining with devotion, and I close  my own, wanting to deny what's clearly between us. Our ragged breath  mingles as I stare at the nightstand and try to pull myself together.

I purchased her as a distraction. That's all this is. Even as I brace my  body on top of hers and catch my breath while she softly kisses my  neck, I ignore the feelings creeping into the crevices of my mind.





Chapter 22





Dahlia





"I came for the first time ever without having to think about being  forced," I confess to Carla while chewing on a salty french fry, and  gazing out into the beautiful skyline through the floor-to-ceiling  windows. We're sitting in Explicit Designs' famed cafeteria, enjoying  lunch together. Ravenous for once, I'm enjoying a big fat cheeseburger,  fries and a vanilla shake, while Carla is having the same thing, except  her shake is milk chocolate.

I've finally told Carla about Lucian's habits in bed, though I don't think I've had much choice in the matter.

For the past few days, Carla has hounded me about the details of my  relationship with Lucian and I've finally given in to her incessant  prying. Mainly because I so badly want to share my dilemma with someone  who understands where I'm coming from. I've kept the details to the bare  minimum, keeping it casual and not divulging how my world has been  completely shaken up. I still feel like I can lean on her though. Like I  can trust her and share this little piece of myself with her. Even if  she doesn't realize just how much it means to me.

Taking a sip of her shake, Carla chuckles, her eyes alight with  mischief. She looks absolutely lovely today sporting a ruby red dress,  the hem coming just above her knees and showing off her nice calves, her  hair pulled back into a ponytail with a curl on the end, and her nails  painted the same color as her dress. Red pumps adorn her feet, and I  think she'd give even the most seasoned fashion model a run for her  money with how much she's working that outfit. She sure is a vision in  red, let me tell you. "So what's so bad about that?"

I shake my head, biting into another fry and doing a little shrug. "I  don't know. Don't you think it's weird that I couldn't get off without  fantasizing about that before?"

Carla waves a fry at my face as she swallows down a huge gulp of her  shake. "Hell no. That's why we're Subs. We like it kinky …  and rough. I  can see how someone can find it hard to get off without that fantasy."  She makes a face. "It's not something that's a problem for me, but I  definitely can relate."

The way she's acting makes me want to tell her about the rape, but I fight down the urge.

I've gone this long without telling her, I think to myself, there's no  reason to tell her now. Besides, she just accepts that's it's a fantasy,  and that's all she needs to know.

Carla lets out a little evil chuckle, pulling me out of my thoughts.  "Although …  Lucian must be a real grandmaster in the bedroom to make you  cum without that fantasy."         

     



 

Lucian.

The very thought of him fills me with hope. And despair.

For the first time ever, I'd cum without the fantasy of being raped. I'm  still in shock. It's amazing when I think about it. No one had ever  been able to do it. Not even when I've touched myself.

And yet, I still don't know what's going to happen between us. I still  don't know if I'll be able to get there continuously without that  fantasy. I'm nervous and apprehensive and hopeful, all at once. I'm just  a mess.

Carla is smiling at me, mistaking my quietness for something else. "Look  at you!" She lets out a little chirp. "I think you're in love."

My mind snaps back to the present, and I focus on Carla's face, wanting  to deny it. But I can't; she's right. I'm falling in love with Lucian.  But I'm doubting our relationship will ever be anything more than what  it is--a contract for sex. And it hurts. "No I'm not," I lie.

Carla laughs at me. "Don't lie to me, Dah. I totally see it in you. The  way you look when you talk about him, how you've been acting this past  month. Your feelings definitely go beyond the boundaries of a Sub and  her Dom. I should know, since the same thing happened to me." She waves  her hand at my face as if she's fanning me 'cause I'm burning up. "Face  it, Dah, you're done for."

"And you're totally dumb," I growl, causing her to laugh. "Seriously  though, I don't know what's going on with us. You know when my contract  is up, he can just find a new Sub, right?" A heavy weight presses down  on my chest. That's exactly what I keep thinking is going to happen.  That he's going to get tired of trying to heal me. Get tired of me being  broken.

Carla frowns, put off by my pessimistic attitude. She finishes her  chocolate milkshake and tosses the cup in the trash. It's ten past one.  Our lunch break is over. "Don't say that, Dah. You have to have hope  that things will turn out right."

That's the thing, I tell myself, as I finish off my burger and then get  up to toss the rest of my meal in the trash, I don't want to give myself  a sense of false hope.



I spend the rest of the day going over emails and fashion designs in my  office, ignoring everything and just focusing on work. I'm just about to  close up and head down to the first floor to await my drive over to  Lucian's when I receive an unexpected call.

"Hello?" I answered in a guarded voice.

"Dah!" my mother's raspy voice greets me with more pep than I remember.  With how scratchy her voice is, I can tell she's been hitting the cigs  pretty hard lately, probably up to several packs a day. "Hey honey, how  have you been?"

This is the first time in recent memory that I've been ecstatic that my  mother's called me. I haven't heard from her in so long, her voice is  like music to my ears. It should piss me off that I'm just now hearing  from her, but I'm so happy to have someone to talk to. Maybe I can even  get the courage to talk to her. She doesn't know about my issues, but I  could tell her about Lucian, even if it's not real. I could tell her  about the paper and that I'm in a relationship. I want to. I'm dying to  talk about it. I don't know why, but I just need to talk to her. "Hey  Mom!" I greet her cheerfully, "I've been alright, how have you been?"