1st (Love For Sale) (5 page)

I inched my legs apart slightly, feeling more than a little embarrassed about exposing myself to him in this fully lit room.  He tapped my legs with a small slap, encouraging me to widen my legs further.  I did but only a scant few inches.

“Spread them as wide as you can.  Don’t make me ask you again.”  His tone was harsh and my eyes flew up to his, fearfully.  The look he gave showed he wasn’t giving me a reprieve and I froze again.  I broke eye contact and began trembling, not sure I wanted this anymore.

He lowered to his knees and spread my legs impossible wide, gazing upon my sex with this hungry look on his face.  “Never deny me, kitten.  I know this is new to you, so I’m giving you a little leeway, but I expect complete obedience.”

He lowered his mouth to my core and he suckled my clit.  The pleasure was unbelievable and went against the harsh words he’d uttered only seconds before.  Then as quickly as he started he lifted his head, meeting my eyes again.  “So wet and pink.  Next time I ask you to do something, don’t think.”  His hand came down with an open faced slap to my clit, which filled my eyes with tears.  The sensation while painful, oddly enough gave some sense of pleasure as well. 

His next movements were so fast I barely had time to contemplate anything.  He sat down on the couch beside me, pulled me over his lap, and guided his cock to my opening.  “Pleasure yourself.”

He felt huge against my tiny opening and my first thought was I couldn’t do this.  My mind wasn’t controlling this ride though, because my body pressed down slowing inching him inside.  I was still sore and the stretching sensation blended pain and pleasure to the point where I didn’t know if I wanted more or needed to stop.  Immobilizing myself, with only a few inches of his wide width embedded inside, I tensed.

“This is what being mine will be like, kitten.  A taste of pain but a world of pleasure.”  He gripped my hips firmly.  “Tell me what you want.  We can stop, or you can let me fuck you until the pain no longer matters.”

My mind was overwhelmed at the choice he offered.  I remembered how good it felt to reach that plateau of desire. Was it worth the agony I felt right now, though? With my fingernails scoring his shoulders, I made the choice and pressed down, embedding him a few inches deeper inside me.

“Good girl.” His hands on my hips pressed me down with a quick movement until I was completely impaled. 

My head fell back and a gasp escaped my lips, it was too much! I attempted to lift off his cock, because I felt overly full again, and torn.  Surprisingly he helped me with the guidance of his hands, but gave no reprieve as he forced me down on his long length again.  I whimpered in protest, but that sound fell on death ears as he maneuvered me for the ride. 

I dug my nails deeply into his flesh as he continued the torturous plunder, but my body relaxed into the rhythm he began, letting him have full control. Then as it had before, the discomfort turned into craving, making me ache for the inevitable peak he had my body reaching for.

My forehead fell on his shoulder as my body became an active participant again, following the slow deep thrusts with my hips.   He seemed to read my mind because the moment I mimicked his movements, he increased his pace and drove up harder, faster into my clenching folds.  I had no idea my body was capable of loving this way, the tempo growing frantic as my need built and I took control.

“So fucking beautiful, kitten.  Take what you need from me.” His hands fell away from my hips, leaving me in control completely, but I didn’t slow down until I crashed over the edge, out of breath and left boneless from my orgasm.  Only then did he find my hips again, driving up forcefully as he filled me with his essence.

He wrapped his arms around me and I held onto him tightly as I tried to catch my breath.  The one thing that flittered through my sex glazed mind, was that in the end he’d allowed me to lead.  The sweat of our bodies, along with the stickiness of his release dripped between my thighs.  This was passion, hot, dirty, and unbelievably gratifying.

“Shit. I forgot to wear a condom.  Are you protected, kitten?” He pushed me back slightly to glance at my face, still embedded deeply inside of me.  A tick in his jaw, and the seriousness of his expression showed he was angry.

It took me a moment to pull my head out of the clouds and understand his question.  “I can’t have kids.” The thought didn’t bother me as much as it had when I’d discovered the fact in my early teens. 

“You sure about that?  I can’t believe I was so stupid.  Something about you makes me lose my mind.” He rolled his eyes, and the look on his face was pure self-condemnation.

“Yeah.  I don’t produce eggs.” What a lame conversation to be having after mind-blowing sex.  I’d never wanted kids, so it was no big deal.  “Are you.  Um.  Well, you know, clean?” Just because I couldn’t get pregnant didn’t mean I was safe from diseases.  For a moment, I held my breath.

“Believe it or not, I’m usually very careful.  I don’t fuck without condoms, and I get checked every year.” He lifted me as he stood, placing me on my feet.  “I guess we both got lucky.  Let’s clean up.” He shook his head, still looking like he couldn’t believe what he’d done.  Grabbing my hand, he led me back upstairs to his bathroom.

We washed off in the shower and I was somewhat glad and disappointed that he didn’t show any interest in touching me again.  My body ached and I knew just walking was going to be a little painful tomorrow.

Wrapped in a towel, I followed Seth back into his bedroom, watching with strange disappointment as he dressed.  He pulled out an oversized t-shirt for me, and a pair of shorts that I knew wouldn’t fit, but I quickly pulled on.  Rolling them down at the waist kept them from sliding off my hips.  I didn’t really need the shorts since his shirt fell almost to my knees.

“Cute.”  He smiled at me, then took my hand again.  “Now we’re really going to have that talk.”  I allowed him to lead me out of the bedroom and into a library room on the same floor that had my eyes widening.

The room was huge with a large wall lined with so many books a person could never read them all in one lifetime.  A sitting area, complete with fireplace, two oversized chairs, and small table was where I was guided too.  There was a large antique desk on the other side, and a cello braced on a stand in the corner.

“So where were we before I lost all sense of reasoning?” He chuckled warmly as we sat down. “What am I going to do with you, kitten?”  Seth appeared to be talking to himself instead of asking my opinion and I shrugged.  I had no idea where any of this was going.

“I want to keep you, but you’re so inexperienced that I don’t know if you’re ready for my world.”

“You might want to ask me what I want.” I didn’t like the idea that he believed he could just do whatever he wanted with me.  If I’m being honest, I didn’t like the idea of walking away from him, either.  This strange thing between us was exciting, but I knew nothing about his needs and he’d already told me that he was basically a sadist.  I wasn’t into the whole pain idea, even if he’d proven how pleasurable it could be.

“What do you want?” He seemed to be placating me with his question, the smirk on his sexy face telling me my needs weren’t really part of the equation.

The smart ass in me wanted to give him a dialogue expressing what mattered to me.  The truth was I didn’t have a damn clue at the moment. “I don’t know. I guess I’d need to think about it.”  In my mind, I couldn’t have given a lamer response.

“That would be a problem, because if you were mine I’d never want you to think about what pleased you.  I’d consider it my duty to make sure those needs were met before you even knew you had them.”

Didn’t that just throw everything up in the air?  On the one hand, he’d basically said he’d fulfill all my needs, but also that he’d tell me what I should find pleasing?  Who in their right mind could live with a situation like that?  “I’d think you must have an astounding ego to feel like you knew what would please me.”

“We’ve already been through that.  Reading you is like an open book, kitten.  I could make you purr without even trying.” He chuckled deeply and relaxed back in the oversized chair.

The reality of his words made me want to hit him.  Yes, he’d been able to get me off, but rubbing it in my face wasn’t exactly nice.  “People don’t live only for sexual gratification, smart ass.” He really was too cocky.

“Watch your language, kitten, or I might have you declawed.”  He raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, and the seriousness on his face told me he wasn’t above proving his point.  When I didn’t give a comeback his expression relaxed.  Making a steeple with his long fingers, he pressed them against his full lips.  “I wonder if I could tame you enough to make this work without fucking you up completely.”  Again, he didn’t seem to be asking me a question.  “I wish you had much more experience.”

“Sorry I’m not a whore.” What kind of man wanted a woman who’d screwed the world?  This conversation was really strange, and from the way he was talking, I didn’t need to be present at all.

“That word doesn’t appeal to me.  A woman who enjoys her sexuality should be embraced, not disrespected.  There’s nothing wrong with fulfilling your appetites.”

“I think we’ll just agree to disagree.  Everyone should have limits.  People just can’t go around doing whatever they want because it feels good.  Think about all the unplanned pregnancies and diseases.  I mean, a little restraint goes a long way.” 

“What people should have is control, kitten.  Add to that common sense, a sense of responsibility, and the ability to enjoy the things they want while using their brain.”  I discovered another thing about Seth as he spoke.  He didn’t mind a debate as long as it wasn’t full of angst.

“I guess if a person is being safe, then I could go along with that.  That’s not something you see often, though.  People tend to follow their desires without preparing for the consequences.” I’d grown up in the foster system, so I knew firsthand what those consequences meant to children like me.

We talked for the next hour about our lives, and it oddly enough didn’t revolve around sex.  He told me about his company, and how he’d taken over the business from his father, and his father from his grandfather.  Seth was born into money but had expanded the business globally.

I explained about my time in foster care, and my friendship with McKayla, and even about my dreams for the future.  It was insightful seeing inside of his world and how very different our lives had been.  For the first time since meeting him, he was more human and not just some billionaire playboy looking for a good time.

“Had things been reversed, I’d see you being very successful in your life.” Seth seemed impressed by what I considered my struggle to rise above what I was born into.  “I could help you fulfill those dreams.”

“I’m not looking for a handout.  It may take me longer to get where I want to be, but hard work never hurt anyone.” One thing I refused to do was accept charity again.  I’d grown up my entire life depending on others for what I needed to survive, there was no way I’d do it again.

“Kitten, I’m not offering you one.  I’d expect you to do things that go beyond what you’re comfortable with for my help.” 

“Then I’m completely confused.” The conversation had been enlightening, but how he could offer to help me fund my dream of owning my own catering business while not giving me charity made no sense.

“You become mine for six months, and in return, I will fund your business.”  There was no sexual innuendo in his words, if we hadn’t just had mind blowing sex, I might have been convinced he didn’t even have that on his mind.

“What do you mean by yours?” I remembered what he’d said about owning a person before, and I was getting the idea but wanted him to lay it all out.

“I mean that I’d own you.  Whatever I asked you to do, no matter how much you felt it went against what you believe.  Not just in the bedroom, kitten.  You would become my property to do with exactly what I pleased with.”

What he was offering was preposterous.  “I don’t think you have enough money for me to agree with that.  For all I know, you could scar me for life.”  I laughed off his offer.

“I’d allow you to impose a few limits on our agreement.  Never would you be harmed to the point that it would leave a lasting reminder.  That’s not even a condition that needs to be agreed upon.  I would never allow that.”

He was serious!  The man wanted to own me.  I’d thought his ego was huge before, but this?  I couldn’t be bought like some horse at auction.  The sex had been great, albeit a little painful, but there was no way I could agree to this.  I shook my head, still overwhelmed at the incredulous idea.

“Before you turn me down, I think you should hear the conditions.” His charming smile was indulgent, reminding me just how sexy I found him.

“Fine, but there’s no way I’m agreeing to this.” I was still reeling that he even wanted me to consider his ludicrous offer.

“You become my willing slave for six months, and in return I will deposit two million dollars into your bank account.  Not only could you have your own catering company, you’d be set for life to do whatever it is your little heart desires.” The smirk on his face as he sat back in his chair, made me want to throw his offer back in his face but that was an ungodly amount of money.

McKayla and I would live on easy street with that kind of investment for our future, and no matter how hard I worked, I’d never be able to earn that elsewhere.  Still, he was talking about me becoming his property for six months.  Six months to me was almost an eternity.