Bought and Bound (3 page)

I felt suspended in midair so I reached out and found the metal railing. When I slid my hand underneath it, there was space below, and another bar lower down. So this was a railing you could see through as well as over.
Great.

“Can we please go inside?” I pleaded. “I’ll do anything you ask.”

“You’ll do anything I ask anyway, won’t you? Wasn’t that in your contract?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Then get on your knees,” he commanded. His hands grasped my shoulders and pushed to make sure I complied.

I knelt, thinking maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. I did have my towel on, after all.

I heard his zipper. “Take it in your mouth, Marissa. Please me out here in the daylight in front of everyone.”

From somewhere nearby, a man’s voice cried out as though rooting me on, though I couldn’t understand the word.

Oh my God!
There were people watching!

“
Now
, Marissa.”

I reached out and found his hard member. Slowly, I brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and placed the tip just inside.

He groaned.

The sound of his pleasure sent a hot jolt through me.

He wound his fingers into my hair as he had before and thrust, hitting the back of my throat.

My pussy clenched, then relaxed, as cream coursed down to fill it.

A roar of men’s voices rose, combined with claps and whistles. Were they cheering us on? I hated the idea of being watched, yet as Dimitri retreated, then drove himself into me again, I couldn’t help but feel more and more aroused.

His body was so powerful. I remembered his sensual, accusing gaze…

I wanted to pleasure him, no matter who I was supposed to be at the moment. I reached back and caressed his fuzzy testicles.

“No!” he cried out. He pulled my hair so hard, I released his cock and his balls

simultaneously. “You’re not getting it over with that easily,” he said. “Stand up!”

He grabbed me under my shoulders and lifted me to my feet as though I weighed nothing at all.

“Take off the towel,” he said.

“But people are watching.”

“You’re a whore. It’s good advertisement.”

Tears threatened at the corners of my eyes. I needed to pull myself together if I was going to do what I agreed to and save my house. But I tried one more time.

“Please, I’ve never done this before. I’m not usually a, um…”

“What’s your name?” he asked suddenly.

I had the feeling that if I’d only tell him my name, he’d let me go inside. But, if his brother found out…

“Marissa,” I said.

I felt a hard yank and my towel fell away. The breeze seemed cooler now. Was the sun going down? I held my arms in front of my breasts hoping the railing would camouflage my lower half.

Dimitri grabbed me by the upper arm and turned me away from him. The momentum caused me to step forward. I thought I might free fall into nothing. My hands flailed around until they found the rail.

I was now naked, facing anyone who cared to watch.

A whistle pierced the air. More voices cheering.

“Oh my God! Are they really watching us?” I asked.

“Watching
you
, my dear. I’m fully clothed, or nearly so. You’d better hang on.”

His cock pressed the flesh of my pussy lips from behind, searching for the point of entry.

I grasped the railing tightly. He was so tall. If he bent his knees to enter me, and thrust upward, could he toss me over the railing?

The tip of his member found my pussy. “You’re wet for me, my little whore.”

I
was
wet for him. And I wanted him inside me, but I was afraid and embarrassed…

The tip of his cock pushed its way inside. Tingles ran from my crotch down my legs to my toes.

“You’re so tight,” he said through clench teeth. “I want to pound you, but I’m afraid I might hurt you.”

Did that mean he was going to stop? Now that I’d experienced even a fraction of him inside me, I was desperate for more.

My hips undulated, causing my pussy to tease at his cock.

He groaned.

I suddenly felt primal, like an animal that needed to mate even if the act would destroy her.

If I flew over the railing, at least I’d experience him inside me first.

He slid one hand around my hips and down my torso. His finger found my pussy lips and teased its way into my slit.

“Ah-ah-
ahhh…
” I cried.

“So you
do
want me to fuck you, don’t you, my little whore?” He eased his cock inside me a centimeter at a time.

I thought I’d die from waiting. His finger toyed with my clit. His thickly muscled arm across my body made me feel safe from falling.

He went still except for his ragged breaths. He was waiting for an answer.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He plunged into me and my feet left the concrete. Such pleasure from his cock. Such fear from being suspended in midair. I clutched the railing as hard as I could.

He retreated and my feet touched the ground, but only for a moment. He groaned and thrust into me again. But, this time, it was a full-scale assault. He fucked me hard and fast, grunting his pleasure like a caveman.

I’d never experienced anything so hot. My muscles squeezed around him in the midst of a thrust, and I orgasmed in mid-air.

Dimitri tensed. His arm became an iron band across my stomach and nearly knocked the wind out of me. He cried out and grabbed for the railing with his free hand. It landed on top of mine and squeezed as he jerked and shuddered behind me.

All noise had faded from my awareness, but as we relaxed and my feet touched concrete again, a roar from dozens of male voices filled my ears.

I could feel the flush of embarrassment crawl across my skin. Dimitri’s body parted from mine and I realized it had grown darker outside.

He put his hand on my back and guided me inside.

*****

I sat, wrapped in a towel, at a wooden table for four, eating my supper alone. My bowl held a stew I couldn’t identify, but it tasted wonderful. My nerves had been so frazzled, I hadn’t noticed how hungry I was.

As I looked around me, I was surprised at how homey the place seemed, considering it was inhabited by a couple of bachelors. Well-used copper pots hung from a rack above a butcher-block island. The colors were warm and earthy and rustic.

What I’d seen of this apartment, so far, had been rather humble for people who could spend hundreds of thousands for a few days of sex.

After he’d finished with me, Dimitri had left me in the kitchen with my stew and taken his bowl to his office, claiming he had work to do.

I felt abandoned. Since I was shy, I was used to spending a lot of time alone, but tonight I felt lonely. Why did it seem like something more should have passed between us after the incredible physical pleasure we shared?

I hadn’t felt that way the two times I’d been with Eric, even though I’d had a crush on him to begin with.

And why did it bother me that Dimitri had such an aversion to looking into my eyes? He’d brought me to the kitchen blind-folded and hadn’t removed the fabric until just before he walked out.

I didn’t want to look like Marissa. I didn’t want to
be
Marissa. I wanted him to look at me and see me and know my name. Which was stupid because I hardly knew anything about him, and I needed the money I was promised anyway.

Dimitri came in and looked into my bowl. “I see you were hungry. Do you want more?”

“No. I’m full. It was really good.”

“Yes, Acacia doesn’t always follow instructions well, but she makes a good
stifado
.”

I nodded, unsure what to do next.

“You can go to bed in my room. I’ll get my clothes out tonight and sleep in Oren’s room.

He’s gone God knows where again.”

Disappointment set in. I didn’t want to sleep in Dimitri’s big bed alone.

“I have to go to a business meeting very early in the morning, but I’ll be back by nine or so.”

I wanted to ask him about his business and where he was going, but I had no right to know anything about him. “Can you tell me where we are?” I asked instead.

“Athens,” he said, as if it should be obvious.

*****

I’d had trouble falling asleep. In fact, I didn’t know I’d dozed off at all until the bedroom door opened the next morning and there he was again, this time in a black button-down dress shirt and black slacks. An ensemble that would have turned some men pale and pasty. But it only served to make him look more handsome…and more dangerous.

Was it possible that he got better looking each time I saw him? I’d never known a man who made such an impression by simply standing in a doorway.

I suddenly remembered I was naked. My towel had come off and I’d fallen asleep on top of the covers. I reached for the edge of the bedspread to try to pull it over me.

“No,” he said. “Don’t cover yourself.”

The bottom of the bedspread dropped from my hand at his command. He paced toward me, his eyes locked on my body. My heart raced. Would he tell me to pleasure him in some way now?

I wanted to touch him again. I prepared myself to be ordered onto my knees to suck his thick cock.

Instead, he sat down on the bed next to me. A part of me wished he would stop staring so intently at my body. As far as I was concerned, my only stand-out part was my ass and I was lying on that.

His gaze met mine and I saw the same look in his eyes I’d see before. A moment of wonder, of vulnerability, followed by a narrowing, a look of anger…a memory perhaps. I hated being the woman who stirred up painful memories for him, but I couldn’t take my gaze from his.

“Close your eyes,” he said.

I obeyed, reluctantly.

The feather light touch of a finger rested on my jaw for a moment, then skimmed down my neck, over a breast, trailing a path down my stomach and over my hipbone. His palm seared my upper thigh. If only it would move over just a bit. My clit begged me to ask for a morsel of attention in its vicinity, but I resisted the urge.

Gradually, his hand moved up again, warming my skin as it passed over. He cupped a breast.

“Small, but absolutely perfect.” He sounded as though he was speaking to himself, so I didn’t reply.

He began circling a nipple. I sucked in a shaky breath. He moved to the other breast and repeated the motion.

“So tempting,” he said. He squeezed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger so hard, pain mixed with pleasure shot through my abdomen and stopped at my clit.

“
Ohhhhh...
” I cried out. My eyes flew open and I was met by his dark, sultry gaze.

As if performing an experiment, he reached for the other nipple and squeezed equally hard.

I moaned and my pelvis thrust itself up without permission.

“Hmmm…” he mused. “Perhaps we should see what that sadistic brother of mine gifted me with after all.”

He walked over to the large unopened box, placed his fingers under a flap and ripped the top off as though it was a sheet of paper. The muscles in his arm bulged and new heat flooded through me.

He peered into the box and chuckled. “I’m not sure I know what any of these things are,” he said. “Except maybe this one.” He reached in and when his hand emerged, it held a riding crop similar to the one Paris had used on me at Alexis’ party.

I gasped. He turned and he must have seen the expression of need in my eyes. “Ah, so you have experience with one of these?”

The thought of telling anyone what had been done to me that night at the “pajama party”

made my face flush.

“I’ve never held one,” I hedged.

“So, you’ve had one used on you.”

“Not by choice, “I answered quickly, but that wasn’t the truth, was it? I could have left the party many times that night, yet I stayed.

“What does that mean?” He looked concerned. It wasn’t right to make him think I’d been abused when I had derived such pleasure from that night.

“I was, sort of, tricked into the situation.”

“But I saw the look on your face when I pulled this out. Trick or not, you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

I didn’t reply.

“Who was this man who tricked you? What was he to you?”

Was he a little jealous or was that wishful thinking on my part?

He stared at me, waiting for an answer.

“It wasn’t a man,” I said in a near whisper.

He raised his eyebrows. His mischievous half-smile made my breath halt in my chest. He was so beautiful. “In that case, I demand the whole story.”

“I’d rather not talk about it.”

He lifted the crop with his right hand and snapped it into his left palm. My pussy squeezed.

“I don’t believe sex slaves are allowed to refuse their masters’ requests.” He lifted something wrapped in plastic from the box. He appeared to be reading some instructions.

“Interesting…” He pulled the wrapper off as he came toward me. It looked like a long black bar. “Seems this is what they call a ‘spreader.’ Come here.”

I stood and met him at the foot of the bed. He positioned me mid-way between the bed and the front wall.

“Now spread your legs.” As I did, he began pushing the bar between my feet. “Further.”

When my stance was wide enough, he secured the bar to each of my ankles. I had no choice but to stay that way.

He picked up the riding crop. “Now bend over and grab your ankles.”

As I bent over slowly, I began to quiver. I dreaded the pain that was coming, yet my pussy was already wet with wanting.

“Hmmm…how many lashes do you think a slave should get for disobeying a master?”

I suddenly realized that, with his muscular arms, his lashes might be much stronger than Paris’s.

“Two?” I said hopefully.

“Fair enough.”

I was somewhat disappointed that he’d agreed so easily.

The whip sliced the air, and I felt the first sting on my bottom. It hurt, but he was going easy on me compared to what I got before. I relaxed a little.

A second sting followed. My ass muscles tensed, but the sensation was very tolerable.

“There,” he said. “That was for disobeying me. But I still haven’t heard the story. I’ll just continue until you agree to tell me what I want to know.”