Bought and Bound (4 page)

Uh-oh.

I was still holding my ankles, which were spread as far apart as they could be without causing me to do the involuntary splits.

Thwack.

Ouch.

Thwack.

Ouch again.

Every flip of the whip stung like a bee. Pain seared through me. One sting after another, and yet, I didn’t want him to stop.

And I certainly didn’t want him to know the perverted pleasure I’d gotten at the hands of a group of women I didn’t even like.

Thwack…thwack…thwack…thwack…

Tears pooled in my eyes. I wasn’t sure I could take much more.

Thwack…

A pained whimper escaped me. Although deep in my throat, it was louder than I would have expected.

He stopped.

I peeked between my legs to see what he was doing just in time to come eye to “eye” with the butt end of the whip. I watched as it slid up my inner thigh and touched the entrance to my pussy.

Mmmm…
Such heavenly contact. I needed something there so badly.

But it left my pussy and slithered around on my ass.

“Do you feel it?” he asked. “That’s how wet you are for this whip. Quite the little freak, aren’t you?” He chuckled.

“I’m not—” What was I about to say? That I wasn’t a freak? I knew I was. But it wasn’t fair because I never would have been if it hadn’t been for Eric and Alexis. Or at least I wouldn’t have known I was.

“Your ass is pink,” he said. “Are you ready to tell me about it?”

I was silent. How would I explain that I was a totally innocent, normal person going about my business when I was tricked, not once but twice, into bizarre situations which my body thoroughly enjoyed, despite my mind’s misgivings?

“No?” He walked around in front of me. “Maybe you’re too comfortable.”

Comfortable? In this position?

He put one hand under my chin and lifted until I was no longer bent over.

“On your knees,” he commanded. “This deluxe model is supposed to swivel at your ankles

‘to allow for a variety of positions.” He sounded as if he was quoting the package.

He held out his arms so I could brace on them as I lowered myself to the floor with the bar still spreading my ankles wide.

“You see, it works. My dear brother spares no expense when it comes to matters of

importance.”

Now I was on my knees, which were kept several feet apart because of the spreader on my ankles.

“Lean down on your elbows.” When I complied, I wished his bedroom was carpeted. The hard wood floors were much worse than the whip.

“That’s a beautiful sight,” he said from behind me. He was still for a moment, then he came around and held a smart phone in front of my face.

Oh my God! He’d taken a picture of me from behind. Now I could see exactly what he was seeing. With my knees apart and my ass slanted up in the air, I was fully exposed to him. My glistening pussy lips open, my ass cheeks spread wide.

“You have the most impressive rear end,” he said. “Round and full, yet not overly so. A perfect specimen of a bottom.”

I was too mortified to feel complimented. I’d never seen myself like that before.

He walked away for a moment and came back with a chair. “At least one of us should be comfortable,” he said. But he didn’t sit right away. He left again and came back with a new blindfold. This one was more like a sleeping mask.

He slipped it over my eyes. “It will be more exciting if you don’t know what’s coming, don’t you think?”

My chest heaved. I
was
excited…and frightened. I heard the chair move slightly as though he’d sat down in it.

Thwack…

Thwack…

The lashes had begun again, but this time in a slow rhythm. My ass had already lost whatever numbness it had achieved on the last round, so these hurt much worse.

Thwack…

Thwack…

With each lash, he allowed me just enough time to recover full feeling, to realize how sore and burned my bottom felt, before he delivered another.

I couldn’t stop myself from panting and moaning in pain.

He paused. “Still not willing to tell me?”

Tears trickled from my eyes and absorbed into the bottom of my blindfold, but I said nothing.

“Let’s see what else is in the box.” I heard his measured footsteps make their way back to my torture trove. I couldn’t imagine what else could be in there. But a man who would buy a slave for his brother was capable of practically anything.

“Interesting…” he said again.

I heard him return to me. He pushed something hard between my hands, forcing me to spread them a few inches farther apart. He attached it to each of my wrists. Apparently, he’d put a smaller version of the spreader bar on me, locking my arms in place.

It was a bit less comfortable, but I decided I could take it…

Until his sleeve brushed my stomach and pain sliced through one nipple, then the other.

I whimpered. He’d put some sort of clamps on me.

Thwack…

“Ow!” The whip had hit the back of my thigh, where I was more sensitive.

Thwack…

On my ass, thank goodness. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Thwack…

On my thighs. I moaned.

But with each new pain sensation came an equal pleasure shock that vibrated through my entire body. What was wrong with me? I
was
a freak.

“Are you ready to tell me your story now?”

My elbows hurt. My knees ached. My bottom felt like I’d sat on a wasp nest. My nipples were in agony.

But fresh cream pooled in my pussy.

“No,” I said.

He stood and walked away. I heard him rifling through the box again… What more could possibly be in there?

“I’ve heard of these, but I’ve never seen one in person,” he said.

Plastic rattled. I assumed he was opening yet another package. The room went silent. What was he doing now?

After about a minute, I heard him return to me. Something hard and gooey raked through the crack in my ass. It prodded my resistant little hole.

“
Uh-uh-uh…
” I half sighed, half whimpered.

“You’d think spread wide like this, it would be a bit more cooperative,” Dimitri said. “But it’s puckered up like it just sucked on a lemon.” He chuckled at his own joke.

The pain in my elbows was radiating up into my shoulders, yet my main focus was what was going on behind me.

The pressure resumed. Whatever was trying to gain entrance to my ass wiggled and prodded causing twinges of need in my clit.

“
Ahhh…”
I moaned.

He pressed harder.

I wanted it inside me, yet I was afraid.

It broke through and pushed into me. The muscle around it screamed out in agony. “Oh, no!” I cried. This felt much bigger than anything Alexis had put in there. It was excruciating.

“Out…please!”

“All right,” he said.

And he left the room.

I couldn’t believe he’d left me. Surely he knew I’d meant for him to take the object out of my ass, not that I wanted him to leave.

I tried to change positions to lessen the pressure on my elbows, but when I did, it increased the pressure in my ass.

This was too much. I ached all over. My ass cheeks stung. My nipples and my poor little hole throbbed.

And worst of all, my clit and pussy were desperate for attention.

I tried to move again, but the spreader had my knees so wide, I couldn’t even roll onto my side.

“Dimitri!” I cried. I hoped no one else was in the house. “Dimitri!”

I heard manly footsteps outside the door. It opened. “Yes?” he said calmly.

“Please. I can’t take any more.”

He shut the door behind him and came over to me. He paced around behind me.

“Are you ready to tell me the story?” he asked.

“Please. It’s personal. I was tricked into something. It’s too embarrassing.”

Thwack…

The whip slashed across my backside, but, much worse, it made contact with the plug in my ass, pushing it in further. I was certain it got thicker toward the back because it stretched me even more. Maybe it was more of a dildo than a plug.

“You won’t tell me your name. And you won’t entertain me with your story.”

Thwack…

I screamed out when the plug shoved in further. “Please?” I whimpered.

“All you have to do is agree to tell me one or the other. If you do, I’ll release you and put you in my soft, comfortable bed.”

His hand snaked between my thighs. His finger slithered through my slit.

“Ohhh!” I jumped from the pleasure shock.

“I’ll even pleasure your body, my little whore. I’m sure you want to come.” He dipped his finger into my soaked pussy and spread the cream over my clit.

“
Oh…yes…
”

He swirled around and around, ever so lightly. “Do you agree?”

“Yes…anything.” I replied.

*****

After he’d removed all the sexual paraphernalia, he’d led me over to the bed and tucked us both in.

When I had trouble beginning my story, he’d put the blindfold back on, saying these things were easier to tell in the dark.

So, I told him—about Alexis’ girls’ night slumber party. About Paris and her whip and Tiff and her…special skills.

However, I ended the story without any mention of Eric. For some reason, I didn’t want to talk to Dimitri about being with another man. I didn’t even want him to know I’d ever been with another man, which was ridiculous since I’d gotten here by selling myself into prostitution.

When I was finished, he pulled the blindfold off. I kept my eyes closed a moment longer, afraid to look at him. Afraid he’d see me as a freak now that he knew the extent of my perversions. I opened my eyes as he turned on his side toward me. Our heads were on separate pillows, but our faces were only inches apart. He touched his finger to my chin and turned my head until I was gazing into his eyes.

“Now
that
was arousing,” he said. A sense of relief washed over me. Since the first night on the yacht with Eric and Alexis, I’d been afraid any normal man would find my cooperation in their games disgusting.

“Not sick?” I needed further validation from him. “Not perverted?”

“Who’s to say what’s perverted in the bedroom? And we learn what turns us on from

experimentation. For instance, I never knew I could be aroused while administering a whipping, or by a story…yet I am.”

He took my hand in his and guided it down to his thick shaft to prove his point.

My palm glided over his silky smoothness. I curled my fingers around him to experience his strength…his power.

I wanted to please him. “Would you like me to suck it again?” I asked in a voice I hoped was seductive. I wanted to be the woman Marissa wasn’t.

“Not now,” he said. “I promised if you told me the story,
I
would pleasure
you
.” He pulled the covers back and lowered his head to my breast. Ever-so-gently, he tongued my nipple as though trying to repair any damage the clamps had caused.

I relaxed into the soft touch. He adjusted himself over me and gave my other nipple the same wet tongue massage. My eyes fell closed.

Heavenly.
I breathed out a long, high-pitched “Hmmmmm…”

He paused, so I opened my eyes and met his gaze. His dark eyes smoldered as he straddled me and leaned down, sliding his tongue over my breast bone, down my stomach. He paused at my belly button and swirled round and round it.

I bucked my hips, signaling my need for attention further south. He smiled slyly, obviously proud of himself for making me want it so badly.

Lifting one of my legs onto his right shoulder, the other onto his left, he placed his hands under my ass and raised my pussy toward him.

He blew on the bare, sensitive skin of my pussy lips. The sensation rippled over the entire surface of my body.

I bucked my hips, offering myself up to him.

His thumbs brushed over my lips, and pulled them apart. He was centimeters from my wide open crotch. I’d never felt more exposed. I tried to be patient, but I was desperate for more.

He moved in even closer. I felt his warm breath on my clit. His lips opened as if he were going in for the kill.

I took in a quick breath and held it…and held it…

Finally, I expelled it and looked down at him. His dark gaze met mine. “Beg me,” he said.

“Please,” I panted.

“Please what?”

“Please…” My mind was a jumble. What did I want? “Please…
anything
!” I cried.

In a flash, he took my clit between his lips and sucked. Then he ran his tongue up and down the length of my slit.

“Oh, yes…
oh, yes…
” I moaned.

The backs of my thighs quivered against his shoulders as he pressed his tongue firmly on my clit and maneuvered it round and round.

I was so close. My body tensed.

He sucked me hard and I jerked all over, orgasming into his warm, wet mouth.

I fell into a relaxed stupor. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t open my eyelids.

As I gradually became aware again, I realized that, at some point, I’d tangled my fingers into his hair and they were still there. I removed them and he lifted his head from my pelvis. He nipped the inside of my thigh with his teeth.

The sensation jarred me into full awareness.

“I hope you feel you made a good bargain,” Dimitri said as he looked up at me

mischievously. “Are you satisfied?”

“No,” I replied.

His eyebrows shot up and his lips parted slightly in surprise. “No? I thought you came pretty thoroughly.”

“I did. But you asked if I was satisfied.”

“Hard to please, are you?” I liked his playful tone of voice. “What else can I do to satisfy you?”

“I want…” What was the right way to word it in this circumstance? I’d nearly asked him to make love to me, but that wasn’t appropriate between a paid whore and her master for the weekend. “I want you to…
take
me.”

“Take you where?” He asked innocently. “To the opera, perhaps?”