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Chapter 6

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The blindfold is so snug and thick, I can’t see a thing.

My heartbeat is loud in my ears, at least until the man I’m with flips on a stereo system. Music fills the space with a slow, sensuous beat.

And the elevator went down to a basement. I’m pretty sure, anyway, because there weren’t any windows.

Could anyone hear if I screamed? Should I try to scream now? For help?

Or is the music meant to cover the sound in case he makes me scream in a different way? Is he interested in my pleasure… or pain? I tremble, suddenly afraid I’ve been th e stupidest, stupidest girl on the entire planet. Moira was nice, sure. But she’s na?ve and the auction could have had more dangerous bidders than she knew.

Fuck. Fuck, what have I gotten myself into? I try to lift my hands to take the blindfold off, but he catches them and kisses my palms gently.

It reassures me but doesn’t stop my hammering heart.

“Are you going to hurt me?” I ask, trembling.

He tugs me forwards. “Sit,” he says in his deep voice, taking my hips and directing me to sit on a soft mattress. “Don’t take off your blindfold or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Punish me?” I squeak.

“Yes,” is all he says.

His hands slide down my thighs to my knees, then sensuously to my calves, and finally to my ankles, where he begins to untie my shoes. I shiver, at the same time I’m calmed by his gentle touch. Even though he just talked about punishing me.

But I wasn’t lying earlier when I said something in me seemed to recognize him. He says he doesn’t know me, so is this what people mean when they talk about trusting their gut ? My gut says he’s a safe person. It’s why I got in the car. But maybe it was this kind of thinking that got me in an alley with a pipe or whatever to the head in the first place.

“You never answered me,” I whisper. “About whether you’re going to hurt me or not.”

His hands massage my foot and back up to my calf. “Did Moira explain about a safe word? ”

“Yes,” I hurry to say. “Red. My safe word is red. I saw a woman use it at the club when we visited.”

“Good,” he murmurs, low and reassuring. “If anything gets to be too much for you, all you have to say is your safe word and I’ll stop touching you.”

I breathe out in relief, then double check, “No matter what?”

“No matter what.”

My breath finishes expelling from my lungs. Safe word. Safe . Okay. See, my gut was right.

“In the meantime, I want to play with you. Do you want to play? That’s what you came here for, isn’t it?”

Well, that’s an odd way to word it. I came here to get paid, but I suppose play is a nice way to put the act of what it takes to get paid. Quinn used that term upstairs, too, didn’t she? Play. That’s all this is. Adult play.

And his massaging touch on my calves certainly does feel nice. Really nice, actually. I bend instinctually toward his touch.

It doesn’t hurt that he was the handsomest man in the room upstairs. My whole body reacted to him when he came up to me on stage. His first touch on my wrist was unlike anything I’ve felt in the two months since I first woke up. A zinging chemical awareness of him rushed through my body. I thought it was just a spike of adrenaline from the auction ending.

But after the nerves of the car ride, when I was worried about his eyes getting a little dark and scary, it’s back in full force now that he’s touching me again.

And really, it only makes sense that rich guys might be a little intense. He did just pay fifty million dollars for a night with me. Holy shit. What’s fifty million dollars minus fifteen percent for the club’s broker’s fee?

I blink beneath the mask. Still too many millions of dollars for me to count, and it’ll be all mine after tonight. I’ve done it. Surely that will be enough money to find out who I am. I frown, thinking back to the moment when it seemed like the stranger might have recognized me. He said he didn’t. Was that why he paid so much for me, though? Because I remind him of someone?

He massages back up my legs towards my thighs and I start to have trouble trying to think about why I’m doing all this. All I know is, now that this handsome man is touching me, for once I’m not afraid of the dark.

I inhale sharply as his hands slide up my legs. My insides clench in surprised pleasure. Whatever I imagined whenever I tried to think about what the actual sex might be like… I didn’t think— I didn’t really think about enjoying it.

But the more his strong, expert hands work my legs, thumbs massaging up my inner thighs towards the apex of my?—

A stunned, high-pitched little gasp comes out of my throat.

And then his deep voice is hot beside my ear. “Do you like my hands on you?” He smells so good—some manly scent I can’t describe except for how it makes me clench again.

I nod. When I do, my cheek rasps against the stubble on his face. He immediately pulls away.

“Climb on your knees to be fucked doggy style,” he says, his voice suddenly harsh.

I blink underneath the mask, startled. Is that it? Are we going to do it now? I’m not sure I know what… doggy style is, but I can guess from the “climb on your knees” part.

Feeling out the mattress with my hands, I turn over and get on my hands and knees.

“Good girl.” He spanks my ass, and I let out a startled, “Oof!”

“Did you like that?”

I blink beneath the mask and answer honestly. “I don’t know.”

“Well, think about it this time.”

He spanks me again. I’m just as startled, both by the spanking, and how my ass jiggles in the aftermath. He doesn’t stop there, though. His hand slips between my legs and he touches me. On my intimate place.

Red is on the tip of my tongue. But I don’t say it. It’s enough to know I can.

Instead, I bite my bottom lip and squeeze my eyes shut to think about his question. How does it feel? Not, how do I think it should feel? But, how do I actually feel, in my body, in this moment ?

And I realize…

“Good,” I whisper, surprised. “It feels good.” Not just because it feels good , feels good, either. All my limbs just sort of… relax into his strong, massaging hands. I relax in a way I haven’t for the last two months. I’ve been so stressed for so long now.

After waking up in the hospital, it’s been one non-stop sprint to get my life back in order, or rather, to create a life. The paperwork alone almost swallowed me whole. Do you know how hard it is to get a temporary social security card? It’s all exhausting , and frankly, I expected this to be just as draining. Just another task to check off my list.

But suddenly, like a gift, this stranger has taken the reins, and it feels like for once, I don’t have to be responsible for driving.

“How does this feel?” he asks as I relax further into him. The fingers that massaged my calves so well now move to explore my… my down-there place.

I gasp out a pleasured noise as his middle finger begins teasing at some spot at the top of my sex. His fingertip swirls gently, teasing it.

I just moan a little in response.

He pulls his finger away.

“Good,” I burst out, wanting his finger back. “It feels good.”

“That’s right. You speak when spoken to or Sir will take the good feelings away. ”

Sir? Okay, that’s taking it a little far, buddy , I think, blinking a little out of the pleasured haze he’s dropping me into. But then his finger is back and I’m biting my bottom lip again.

“You’re getting slick for me already,” he rasps. “What a dirty little slut to get so wet for a stranger you’ve just met. You must really want to get fucked. Oh, I feel your little pussy lips clench at that. You like when I talk dirty.”

Fuck, he’s right. I really, really like it when he talks dirty.

He runs his finger down the line between the lips of my sex.

I inhale in shock. I haven’t had the courage to explore there much beyond a few furtive touches, but he touches me so confidently and commandingly. Duh. He’s going to do a lot more before the night is through.

Because suddenly I know this isn’t going to just be a ten-minute poke, thrust, and done sort of session.

And instead of intimidating, it feels freeing. I didn’t know how to touch myself the couple times I even dared try. But he knows exactly what to do.

My body is more than ready to respond, too. Maybe this is a clue. Maybe this is something else I’m good at—something the me from before knew how to do, like cussing and chess-playing. Moira and I always knew I might not be a for-real virgin, but that’s okay, right? This guy doesn’t seem bothered so far by what he’s getting.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks .

Well shit. I don’t want him to know he just paid fifty million dollars for a maybe- virgin.

“Just that it’s a lot,” I sputter. “A lot of feelings.” There. That’s the truth.

“That’s so sweet,” he says. “I should’ve tried a virgin before.”

Is he making fun of me? I can’t tell. I’m distracted by him gently tugging my crotchless silk panties down my thighs. I lift my knees one at a time and he pulls them off the end of my feet.

As soon as he’s done, he spanks me again. Harder this time. So hard that shocked tears form in my eyes. But I don’t hate it. I think I might even want him to do it again. Suddenly this feels like an opportunity for exploration with someone who obviously knows what he’s doing. And who I just happen to be ravenously attracted to.

Before I can say anything, though, his hand is there at my sex again.

“Do you use toys to make yourself cum?”

“I- I- I don’t know,” I stutter, my back arching as shocking new feelings roll through my body. “I don’t know anything about myself before two months ago.”

“Ahh,” he murmurs. “Of course. So you don’t know if this is the first finger you’ve ever had inside you?” he asks, the only warning before one of his thick digits slips through my juices between my pussy lips and? —

I gasp and clench around him. He’s not very far in and he stretches all around in my wetness.

“That’s right,” I whisper, squirming my hips. I feel every contour of his finger. It’s only a finger but I can’t imagine anything larger fitting.

“So tight,” he hisses.

“The doctor said?—”

“I know what the doctor said,” he bites out. “I just didn’t believe it.”

His finger twirls around and he pushes in slightly further until I make a little noise. I’m not sure if I want him to pull it out or push it further in.

But he pulls out, then keeps massaging the outer lips of my now achingly sensitive pussy. I feel pulsing in the bud at the top—the one spot he completely ignores.

“Well maybe you’re a virgin there because you just like men fucking you in the ass instead of your cunt.”

I’m shocked again by the vulgarity of his words… and yet also, turned on by them.

His finger slick with my juices starts to probe my anus. “Some good Christian girls do that. Are you a good little Christian girl?”

“I don’t know.” I gape at the feeling of him back there, breathing really hard now as my heart pumps with fresh adrenaline.

Fuck. I’m so turned on. I barely knew what to do with the pressure of him at my front hole, but the feel of him back there, which seems somehow ten times more forbidden… Is he intentionally trying to keep me off-kilter? Or does he just want to touch me everywhere all at once, like a new toy he can’t wait to get his hands on? Either way, my body rolls with it, hips wriggling at his teasing touches.

Because with his every touch, I’m discovering I do like this. I like this very, very much. I don’t know if this is something the me from before used to do. But the me now sure as hell likes it. I feel wild and free to throw myself off each new cliff he brings me too, some internal gut feeling certain that he’ll catch me.

“Is that—” I manage, still struggling for breath, “—something you like?”

“All men like that. The only thing tighter than virgin cunt is ass. Or a throat swallowing us deep. Maybe you like to swallow cock and that’s why you’re still a virgin.”

My throat bobs with a swallow even as I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”

“About the swallowing or taking it in the ass?”

His slick finger rubs in the circle of my anus, and I can’t help pushing back curiously against him.

“Swallowing,” I answer, mouth suddenly feeling dry even as I say it. Because now I’m picturing it. With him, standing commandingly over me, one hand on his cock, one thumb on my bottom lip with him ready to feed it to me. Even the image has me gasping. So hot. Holy shit. So hot.

“What are you thinking about?” he demands again .

“I- I- I don’t know. You. How some of these things you’re talking about might feel.”

“You’ll learn soon,” he growls.

“Now?” I squeak.

“No, not right now.”

But then I feel something pressing back at my back hole. His finger? It doesn’t feel like his finger. It’s bigger. Is that… him ? His thing?

“What’s that?” I ask, even as I strain to stay still against the pressure of whatever’s pushing for entrance. Of fuck, he’s going to start… there? Where he said good Christian girls don’t take it? He holds me still with his hand on my hip.

“Steady,” he says. “Relax. Let it in.”

Oh my god. Is he about to fuck me? In the ass?

My cunt—because now that he’s called it that, it’s all I ever want to call it—clenches. I’m so, so fucking turned on at the idea. It seems so wrong in the rightest, most twisted sexy way. My hips wiggle in his grip, wanting more. A little whine escapes my lips.

So I’m discovering I’m twisted. All right. Maybe I shoulda guessed.

“A plug,” he says. “That’s what I’ve got back here. Now relax and let me in. What? Is your clit missing my attention?”

His hand slips around my hip while the other continues to put pressure on the plug at my puckered ass. His arm holds me in place while his fingertip massages my swelling clit. My body feels like his instrument. And his expert hands somehow know it better than I do.

I blink below the blindfold as his finger wakens little jolts of unexpected pleasure. My tummy spasms, then my legs.

My arm weakens and I face plant into the bed. He continues to ruthlessly massage my center. The shaking doesn’t stop and a pleasurable cramp bites through my stomach.

“What’s your name?” I whisper with the last of the remaining breath in my lungs, still shaking.

“Sir,” he growls.

“Your real name,” I beg as the pleasure cramp creeps up my belly and then, in one sharp spike, bursts outwards through my body.

Sir doesn’t miss the opportunity, popping the plug up into my anus. It only amps up the sensual experience twice as high. I clench around it and fall thrashing like a fish on the mattress.

Sir’s hand follows me, flipping me on my back and throwing both of my legs open wide.

The plug he lodged in my ass is still there. I want to rip my blindfold off to see the gorgeous, glorious pleasure god above me. But as if he senses it, he grasps both my wrists and holds them pinned at my hips.

And then I feel the weight of him between my spread thighs. Just like in my dreams .

But unlike my dream, nothing fat and heavy slides into me.

Instead, it’s just his bare shoulders, and his— his?—

I scream and throw my head back at the sweetest pleasure I never could have imagined.

I can’t even understand what’s happening at first or how he’s doing what he’s doing. And then, oh god, I realize.

It’s his mouth.

He’s kissing me there. He’s suckling on me and it’s— How is it so good? How could anything on earth feel this good ?

Bright light bursts behind my eyes and I lift my hips shamelessly up against his voracious mouth. He lets go of my wrists to squeeze my ass and pull me into him like he can’t get enough. Like he’s been starving for me for decades and I’m manna from heaven.

Once, twice, the pleasure amps up so high, barely dips, and then somehow impossibly, swings even higher though I’d swear there was no higher to go.

I screech out a scream so high-pitched, it barely has sound, as he clutches and suckles and bites me into yet a higher climax still.

Every muscle in my stomach and ass and sex clench as he takes me there, my Sir and me. We ride the edge, oh the sweetest fucking edge?—

I need it, I need the release so bad?—

When he bites lightly down with his teeth at the very end, I howl and fuck his face, clenching so hard on what he shoved in my ass?—

I wasn’t reborn that night I woke up in the hospital.

It’s now.

Here.

This is the moment I’m made new.

This is the start of everything.

I whine, curled over, mewling and shaking in the sheets when he pulls his mouth away from me.

I’m immediately groping for him, but he’s out of reach. It’s not that I want or could even handle more.

I just want him . I can’t stand losing contact with him yet. He tugs on the plug in my ass playfully several times before pulling it all the way out. I want to turn and grab for him again but manage to stop myself and just enjoy the strange sensation before the plug pops free.

He’s the one who spent fifty million. I’m not supposed to be the greedy one here. And this is just one night, I try to remind myself as the haze of the orgasms clear.

Just one wild, kinky, amazing night, and then you’ll never see him again .

I swallow hard.

Which is when I blink in confusion. Because Sir’s gentle hands are at my neck, and then I feel something else, like he’s fitting some sort of thick leather necklace on me.

“What are you—” But before I can finish the sentence, I hear the noise of a little lock clicking in place.

Then he slips my blindfold off and I look around, blinking in confusion.

At first, I just see his satisfied smile, and it makes me glow a little. Fuck, he’s so handsome. I want nothing more than to lean in to kiss him, even if it means tasting myself on his lips. I get a jolt of heat even at the thought and it makes me want to kiss him even more.

But that’s all in the flash of a moment before my lust-haze clears long enough to recognize that there’s a heavy chain attached to the—my hands lift and tug at the—the collar around my neck!

What the?—?

Scanning, my eyes quickly take in the rest of the room. Whips of various shapes and sizes hang on the black walls. All sorts of other abnormal furniture with handcuffs attached are situated around the room. Including the bed we’ve been frolicking on. Jesus, there’s a fucking cage in the corner.

“What the fuck is this?” I scramble away from the sexy, shirtless man, who I can now see is covered in terrifying tattoos. The chain travels with me. It’s attached to an O-ring on the ceiling. My body is confused by the fear chasing the adrenaline of so many orgasms.

“Your new home,” he says with a smile so cold it makes my blood freeze. “Until I take your virginity, by contract, you belong to me.”

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