Owned by the Billionaire(3)

After the cold floor, I was grateful for the hot water of the shower. I  scrubbed myself, carefully washing all trace of the auction house away.  Discovering body wash in my favorite scent cheered me, a happy  coincidence. Finally feeling clean, I turned off the water and wrapped  myself in a huge soft towel. Methodically, I brushed and dried my hair,  the familiar actions soothing my ragged nerves. I took as long as I  dared to, and by the time I was ready to leave the bathroom, I felt calm  and in control of myself once more.

As my thoughts cleared, the face of my 'owner' kept reappearing. For  some reason he seemed familiar. Dark hair and eyes, a proud nose, the  faint accent when he spoke... where had I seen him before? There had  been no clues to his true identity in the rooms I'd seen. But especially  when he smiled, I was sure that I'd seen him before, somewhere.  Wracking my mind, I left the bathroom.

The nerves the shower had soothed flared back into jangling life at the  sight of the bed. After the bright lights of the bathroom, I could  barely make out its bulk in the dark bedroom. Truly massive, it had four  thick pillars holding up a heavy velvet canopy. As my eyes adjusted, I  saw the flickers of firelight glinting off of satin sheets, and how the  lush bedspread was turned down invitingly. It was a bed made for  romance, but I'd only be having sex in it, my virginity sold for hard  cash to an unscrupulous man. If only I hadn't needed the money so very  badly, I'd have run right then, despite being lost and naked. But I  didn't.         

     



 

I took a strangled breath and gathered my courage. "Hello?" In the dim  light I couldn't see if I was alone or not. There was no response. Maybe  he hadn't returned yet? Barely daring to hope, I crossed the room. The  bed was empty. A relieved sigh escaped me, and I sat down abruptly as my  trembling knees gave out. After another long moment passed in silence, I  took a deep breath and laid down, sliding in between the cool sheets. I  couldn't bring myself to take off the towel and kept its dubious  protection tightly wrapped around me. I was stiff with nerves, lying  flat on my back but as more quiet minutes ticked past, I gradually  relaxed. It had been a long and stressful day, and the bed was so soft. I  sank into it, curling onto my side and cuddling a down pillow close.  Darkness rose around me and, despite my lingering fears, my eyes drifted  shut.

I woke slowly, sleepily resisting a tug on my towel. Warm fingers were  gently coaxing it down my body, but the sheets were chilly, and I  grumbled a drowsy complaint, slapping the hands away. Full awareness  returned with a rush, though, when the blanket was abruptly thrown back  and my towel painfully yanked out from under me, tumbling me onto my  back. "Hey!" I shivered as cool air swept around my sleep-flushed limbs  and turned to glare at my tormentor. He sat beside me on the bed, legs  crossed and bare-chested, his hair charmingly ruffled. I scowled at him,  but his serene expression didn't even flicker.

"Now what did I say about resisting me? I believe you've earned yourself  another correction, darling." His deep voice was soothing, almost  hypnotic, but then his meaning sank in. I hadn't resisted anything but  being cold! I opened my mouth to argue the point, but an eager glint in  his eye convinced me to bite my tongue instead. He seemed entirely too  eager to find reasons to punish me! His eyes drifted downwards, and I  blushed, realizing that I was naked in front of a man for the first  time. I wrapped my arms around my breasts, suddenly shy. He arched an  eyebrow at this attempt at modesty, but thankfully didn't take it as  further 'resistance' to his whims. "Roll onto your stomach."

I stared at him for a long moment, considering genuine resistance and he  arched that damned eyebrow again. Then I sighed and obeyed his command,  turning over to lay face-down on the soft bed, arms at my sides. I told  myself that I was just trying to avoid additional punishment, but the  truth was that a wicked flicker of curiosity had sprung to life in me.  Exactly what sort of punishment did he have in mind? Surely he wouldn't  actually hurt me!

Excited and nervous, I closed my eyes and held perfectly still as he  moved to straddle my bare legs. His silken boxers slid across my thighs,  a warm weight that pinned my upper legs to the bed. My breath rushed  out in a sigh as he ran his fingers down my back, lightly brushing my  skin, and I shivered as goose-bumps rose in response to that teasing  touch. As his warm hands massaged my back, I slowly relaxed under him,  enjoying the sensuous caress, a rising tide of warmth filling me. "You  are so beautiful, darling. Untouched and innocent..."

I gasped as his finger ran down the cleft of my ass. The foreign  sensation made me want to squirm but I forced myself to hold still as he  smoothed his hands over my ass, gently squeezing the soft flesh. When  his fingers returned to gently probe the soft cleft between my cheeks,  the growing warmth inside me twisted, a curious tension starting to  build. I tried to ignore the strange feelings and relax, but I yelped  when his flat palm smacked hard against my ass.

"Hey!" My ass stung as another heavy slap fell across both cheeks. "Ouch!" I twisted around to glare at him, indignant.

"The more you protest, the more I have to punish you, darling. Surely  that's obvious by now?" I sputtered at this bit of condescension and he  grinned down at me tauntingly. Even as I glared at him, though, I  couldn't help but appreciate the sexy picture he presented. His wide  shoulders and his muscled chest glowed warmly in the firelight and the  urge to run my hands all over that smooth tanned flesh was nearly  undeniable.

Another hard slap on my ass, however, reminded me of my role in this odd  game he was playing. With a muffled groan, I forced myself to lie back  down on the bed, and he ran a pleased hand down my back. "Hold still for  me, darling."

He spanked me slowly at first, clearly relishing each slap he laid on my  poor ass. My skin grew hot under his palm, flushed and rosy as each  careful blow made me flinch, my hands knotting in the silky sheets. It  hurt, but I stayed silent as long as possible, until a sharp strike  where in the tender crease where my ass met my leg made me yelp. He ran a  soothing hand down my back once more. "I know it hurts, darling. Be as  loud as you want."         

     



 

As he picked up the pace, I soon lost all self-control, twisting and  sobbing under his sharp slaps. The reddened skin on my abused ass became  incredibly sensitive and the pain of the spanking began to transform  into a curious pleasure, sharp-edged and hot. As I squirmed and  whimpered, my pussy began to throb in time with his punishing slaps,  moist heat pooling between my legs. Sensing the change in my response,  he began to alternate spanks with soothing caresses, fingers dipping  shallowly between my ass-cheeks and tracing down my thighs.

"You like this, don't you." He murmured, running his fingers even lower,  for the first time brushing against the glistening folds of my pussy. I  gasped as a surge of pleasure shot through me at that teasing touch. He  chuckled, wiping his fingers on my flaming ass, painting it with my  nectar. "What a naughty girl you are."

Thinking he had finally finished punishing me, I relaxed, and his last  slap surprised a pained squeal from me. I couldn't help turning for a  reproachful stare, and he smiled down at me. "You wear my handprints  beautifully, darling. And your response is delightful." I flushed at his  words, ashamed of my arousal and yet oddly proud of it.

He framed my ass with strong hands, spreading my ass-cheeks wide. I  trembled underneath him as he ran his thumb down my cleft, brushing  against the tender ring newly exposed. His hand continued tracing  downward, spreading the slick folds of my throbbing pussy until I  moaned. He probed gently, sliding a finger-tip into my virgin entrance,  and I clenched reflexively at the intrusion. He chuckled, flexing his  finger until I gasped. "Are you ready for me?" I whimpered as he slid in  another finger, stretching my tight pussy painfully. "Actually, I have a  better idea."

Pulling his finger free, he slid down my body until I could feel his  breath against the hot skin of my ass. I jerked when he kissed one  reddened cheek, his slight stubble abrading my sensitized skin. He  smoothed a hand over the base of my spine calmingly, and then spread my  ass-cheeks once more. I felt totally exposed and vulnerable, my most  private areas exposed between the hard hands pinning me in place.  Panting, I forced myself to remain still when every nerve screamed to  push him away. To my surprise, though, he spoke, his warm breath  tickling my ass. "Tell me why you're still a virgin."

I froze for a second, and his hands tightened on my ass, long fingers  biting into my tender skin in clear warning. "I-I wanted to wait for  marriage." I mumbled into the bed. He laid a kiss on my ass for that bit  of honesty. Expecting more questions, I gasped as he instead began to  lick and nibble the sensitized skin of my ass. The heat of his mouth on  my skin started to knot the strange tension inside me once more as he  worked his way down to the puckered ring of my asshole. I wanted to stop  him, dismayed at being touched that way, but the surging pleasure that  filled me as his firm tongue slid down my cleft kept me silent. He  pulled back before reaching it, though, and a strange disappointment  filled me as he sat up.