Bought for Love(27)

“It’s not mine, sweetheart.” He chuckled softly and looked down at me, my gaze following.

I understood that it was from him breaking my hymen, and blushed deeply. “Sorry.” Talk about humiliated!

“No, little one. I’m the one who should be apologizing.” He guided me under the hot water, and it felt incredible on my flesh. He washed me with a tenderness that almost brought tears to my eyes until his fingers delved through the downy hair of my sex. I flinched then.

I hadn’t realized it would still hurt, and glanced up at him, confused. “I thought the pain would be over once we made love?” Voicing my concern embarrassed me even more.

“Your body just needs time to adjust. The next time we do this, it will be nothing but pleasure. You have my word.” He carefully washed away the traces of blood before guiding me under the stream of water. I tried not to flinch again because I didn’t like the idea of him feeling guilty.

He washed his own body quickly, letting the suds run down the drain before turning off the shower. Stepping out, he dried himself then held the towel open for me. I walked into his arms, feeling the ache with each step. This was going to take some getting used to, I thought.

The tenderness of his touch as he dried me off made me hungry for more, and I moaned softly. Was I going to be addicted to his lovemaking now? He’d barely even touched my sex and I already wanted him again.

“Don’t tempt me. Your body needs time to recover, and I won’t touch you until you’re healed.” At my look of disappointment, he chuckled. “Be glad you’re sore. You have no idea of the things I have planned for you.”

Confused again, all I could do was stare at him in wonder. Shaking his head, he lifted me back into his arms and carried me out to the bedroom. I hung my head in shame at the sight of blood on the comforter. It was such a beautiful duvet and now it was ruined.

“Stop.” He ripped it off the bed, while balancing me with one arm, then slowly lowered me back down. “That can easily be replaced. You on the other hand are absolutely priceless.”

Joining me in bed, he pulled the sheet over our bodies. “Get some sleep before I remember what a nice guy I’m not.”

Cuddled up against him, I decided I was no match for his bewildering words tonight. I snuggled into his warmth and giving in to his demand easily, I slept.





chapter Eight





Owning Emily


Waking up with Emily in my arms brought out emotions I wasn’t mentally prepared for. She was mine. It gave a new perspective to the meaning as I considered how to proceed with our relationship. In flesh, I owned her, but it wasn’t enough for my possessive personality. In the past if I wanted a woman I simply demanded she give over to me or find her way out the door. That wasn’t an option with her.

She brought out a protective quality that was foreign in my former dealings with women. It disgruntled me having to restrain my needs to consider another’s, but I would slowly bring her around to fulfilling those desires. Originally I’d planned to separate my sadistic side and keep it well hidden from her innocent eyes. That was no longer an option. Not that I couldn’t play out those needs with an experienced partner on the side, but I wanted to have her submit to me that way. Eventually.

Training her to be exactly the woman I wanted gave me a strange thrill that had been missing in my encounters before. She would be much more than that. Since I’d decided she was the woman I’d marry and have children with, the added bonus of having a live in twenty-four seven companion was too intriguing to pass up.

She called my name out softly in her sleep, and it stroked my ego in ways that astounded me. I controlled women’s bodies all the time, but with her, it wasn’t enough. She would be mine, heart, body, and soul. Having no lover before me, each sensation she experienced would belong only to me. The thrill of that knowledge had me craving to slide inside that tight pussy of hers again.

Being a man that never denied his needs, my fingers moved under the sheet, sliding through the downy curls that covered what was mine, and I stroked her soft folds. Even in sleep, her body responded to my touch and the sweet juices from her pussy covered my fingers as I continued. Still she slept, moaning in pleasure.

Mine! Entering her with a finger, that moan turned to a soft cry and I cursed mentally. Sliding free, I knew I couldn’t cause her pain this way yet and her body was still not healed. My cock was rock hard, though, and I didn’t like the frustration left in the wake of not getting what I wanted.

Slipping from the bed, I walked over to my closet where I had a collection of toys that I’d bought for her pleasure. Since I’d refrained from touching her, each time I thought of taking her, I’d added a new item to remind myself she’d soon be mine to play with.