I perk up suddenly when I hear the door open and close. I hear his footsteps move across the floor, but I don’t say a word.
That’s part of the game. I’m supposed to be silent and demure. I’m supposed to do exactly what he says, and if he goes too far, there’s a certain word I can use. It’s our safe word. If I say it, the game stops instantly. But I can’t imagine using it.
I want the games. They keep me going.
I’m his for a month. He owns me and at first, I hated it. I never wanted to be in this position, but here I am.
Now though, I’m not so sure. I’m not positive that I hate this. I don’t hate him, that I’m sure of. Part of me doesn’t like being bought and sold, but part of me finds it so exciting that he owns me completely, at least for a month.
I can sense him standing next to the bed. My heart hammers in my chest. I don’t know what he’s going to do to me this time, but I can’t wait to find out.
The fabric parts and I stare up into his piercing green eyes, a slight smile on his lips. He leans over me, sitting on the bed, half in and half out of the canopy. He’s wearing a clean white shirt unbuttoned halfway down that’s tucked into a beautiful pair of tailored suit pants.
His smile is so delicious. I stare into his eyes, waiting, begging, needing.
“You’ve been good,” he says, barely a whisper. He moves closer to me. “Do you know what good girls get?”
I shake my head slightly, eyes wide, heart hammering.
“They get whatever they want,” he says, still smiling. “What do you want, my little toy?” He pauses and his smile gets bigger. “You may speak.”
“You,” I say, not breaking eye contact. “I want you.”
“Good.” His thumb moves down my lips. I part my mouth and take his thumb between my teeth. I can feel my pulse between my legs as his other hand moves slowly down my chest, pausing over my breasts, moving down toward my pussy.
“You’ve been so good, little toy, so good,” he says, mouth close to my ear. His hand pauses just above my pussy. I’m completely naked and dripping wet, as vulnerable as I possibly can be, and yet it only makes me that much more aroused.
“Do you think you deserve it?” he asks. “Tell me if you do.”
“I deserve it,” I say. “I’ve been so patient.”
“Yes, you have.” He kisses my ear, nibbles it softly, then kisses my neck. “So patient. So good. I’ve spoiled you enough, haven’t I?”
“Yes,” I moan. “I’m spoiled.”
He pulls back, a wicked smile on his lips. “I didn’t say you could respond.”
I stare, eyes wide, realizing my mistake. He pulls his thumb from between my legs and moves up onto the bed.
“Now you’ll need to be punished.”
He moves down between my legs, spreading them wide. I practically moan as he looks at my dripping wet pussy, bare and clean for him.
I’m dripping. I’m aching. “Please,” I whisper. “Punish me.”
He grins and when he touches my body, my entire world shrinks down to the pressure of his fingers against my skin, and everything goes light.
1
Ethan
One Week Earlier
I lean back in my large black leather chair and look out the wall-sized window, staring out across the city.
It’s the middle of the day and already I’m exhausted. I’ve barely slept over the last month as my company, World Line Inc., has gone through some enormous structural changes. We acquired one of our smaller competitors, and in the process we’ve had to change things up to fit their new employees and manufacturing.
It’s been exhausting, but the end is almost near. And when we’re finished, World Line will be one of the largest manufacturing tech companies in the world.
I sigh, stretching. I crack my neck and lean back, groaning. I feel like a man twice my age, although I’m only thirty-two. I’ve spent the majority of my life so far, from when I was just a college dropout at the age of twenty to now, building this company and growing it aggressively. I started out with a simple idea, a tweak to the manufacturing process, and grew it into a world-wide conglomerate.
I sacrificed a lot to get where I am. The magazines all like to call me the most eligible bachelor under forty, but I rarely ever feel that way. I fucked my way through the socialite scene, because I don’t have time to spend on getting close to women.
But where has that left me? I can’t help but wonder sometimes if things would be better if I gave a woman more than just one night. Maybe not a relationship, because I’m not interested in getting fucking tied down, but something. I don’t know what. A friendship, a fuck buddy. Hell, I barely have time for anything outside of the business these days.