Owned (2 page)

“Everything,” he answered in a low throaty
tone that rumbled along my nerve endings and ignited something deep
inside.

I risked a short glance his way. “I don’t
know what you mean…”

“I want to own you, body and soul.”

“That’s impossible,” I balked. “I’m a person,
not a Pomeranian.”

He barked a laugh and I shivered at the dark
promise lurking behind the laughter. “I think a collar would suit
you well.”

In a flash I could see myself succumbing to
his every whim, giving him everything of myself and worse, begging
for more. He had something about him that demanded submission
without having to lift a finger. It was powerful and heady,
something I absolutely had no way of defending against.

“I don’t think I can do this,” I murmured,
shaking. “It doesn’t matter how much money you offer me, I can’t be
the person you want me to be. I’m…just not cut out for that sort of
thing. I’m not wild and uninhibited like those girls at the club.
I’m a romantic at heart and honestly, you’re the opposite of what
I’d imagined when I—“I blushed, unsure why I was blurting out my
secrets but his gaze compelled me to do things I wouldn’t
otherwise.

“When you what?” he prompted.

I squeezed my eyes shut. “When I imagined
losing my virginity,” I admitted in a painful rush.

But my admission seemed to cause his breath
to quicken and I couldn’t imagine why. How could he still want me
after I’d admitted to being a virgin? I wasn’t even worldly in the
ways of most girls my age. At twenty, I’d never even masturbated.
Just saying the word made me blush and want to run the other way.
It wasn’t that I didn’t have feelings of a certain sort, but I’d
never been free to explore those urges since I’d never held onto a
boyfriend long enough to experiment. I felt terribly pathetic.

“And why is that?” he asked.

“Because I always thought the man I would
lose my virginity to would be…gentle and small with soft hands,
maybe someone who was more like me.”

“Then perhaps you’d like to fuck a woman,” he
said with a sardonic arch of his brow. “A man with soft gentle
hands? Is not a man at all.”

I forgot my earlier embarrassment and
scowled. “That’s not true. I’ve known plenty of men with soft
hands,” I lied. I’d only imagined the feel of one man’s hands and
he’d been the librarian at my local library. Truth was, I’d
bashfully imagined that perhaps he’d be the one but I hadn’t been
able to attract his attention, no matter how many library books I’d
checked out. But his hands were small and I found that oddly
non-threatening.

Unlike Mr. Villanti’s hands, which were big
and strong with supple fingers that I could imagine leaving
possessive grip marks on my white skin. I hitched a short breath
and looked away, too ashamed of my own thoughts to meet his
gaze.

“I will be gentle when I fuck you, if that’s
what you desire for your first time but make no mistake, I will
also take your body in every way. In every place.”

I gasped, barely able to breathe past the
wild thundering of my heart. Was it fear or desire that had me
fluttering like a leaf in the wind, barely able to contain my own
reaction to his blunt promise?

“I haven’t agreed to whatever you think
you’re offering,” I managed to say, my body warming in places I’d
rather not say.

“You will,” he said simply.

And he was right.

Lord help me, he was right.

***

“Here is what I propose — one year in my
possession and in turn, I will give you $1 million when I release
you.”

“What?” I cried, unable to believe my ears.
“Are you kidding me?”

“Some close to me have accused that I have no
sense of humor,” he remarked dryly as he began to loosen his
expensive, tailor-made shirt and jerked it free from sculpted
shoulders, revealing muscular abs that would’ve made a lesser woman
drool. I could only guess at his age being somewhere in his late
thirties but his body was of a man in his virile twenties. There
wasn’t an ounce of extra padding around his lean, hard body, unlike
myself, who couldn’t seem to lose that damn freshman fifteen I’d
put on during my first year of college.

He’d bade me to follow him to his bedroom,
which frankly had made me quake but I was in a daze when we’d
arrived at his palatial mansion and I’d been a bit starstruck by
his obvious wealth. However, his crude proposal had snapped me in
the face as sharply as Leonard’s hand. “No,” I said, shaking my
head. “I…”

“Come, let’s stop with the foolish and
childish refusals,” he said abruptly. “One year of your time at
which point you will be rewarded handsomely for your service. How
much would your soft-handed fantasy lover offer for your supposed
gift of virginity?” he scoffed.

“Why me?” I cried, stung by his open
arrogance that I ought to be thankful for his interest. “You had
four women who would’ve given their eye teeth for this deal that
I’m clearly not suited for? Is it because you’re so rich you’ve
tired of perfection? Well, I’m not some kind of plaything that you
can toy with just because you want something new and different from
your usual fare. I’m a person, damn it!”

With that he crossed the room and I wouldn’t
have imagined he could corner me so quickly and neatly but before I
could run, I was trapped between his arms and the wall, afraid to
move for the hungry and dangerous look in his blue eyes. I cried
out in shock when his right hand brutally cupped my pubic mound,
pressing me against the wall with his firm and unforgiving touch.
“I want
this
pussy — this untouched and unsullied cunt
— and what does it matter the why of it? I’ve watched you for
weeks and I’ve dreamed of fucking you raw in every place
imaginable. Yes, that’s right. Open your eyes, Hannah. Look at me
when I tell you how I want to fuck your pussy, your mouth, and your
ass. I want to be the first to ever enter that body, the first to
leave a mark that no man can ever replace. My cock will be your
first into your warm and welcoming body and I’ve decided my wait
will end tonight.”

To my dismay, I felt wet between my thighs
and I ached in places I’d never known could ache so deeply. I
fought the urge to squirm against the warmth flooding my limbs and
causing my knees to shake. He commanded my gaze, drinking in each
shiver, each unrestrained tremble as he pressed harder against me.
I gasped, shuddering at the foreign sensations spiraling through my
body. God, the shameful truth of it was, I wanted whatever he was
forcing upon me. But something refused to let me acquiesce. “Tell
me you want me to fuck you,” he demanded in a soft, yet cruel
whisper. “Say the words, Hannah. Say you want me to own your body.
That you want to feel my cock in your wet cunt.”

“I can’t,” I fairly sobbed but I wanted to.
What kind of weak slut was I that I would succumb so easily to his
heartless demands? “Don’t do this,” I begged. “Let me go.”

“Never,” he growled and withdrew his hand
only to grab me by the hair and force me to my knees. I shrieked,
shocked at the sudden pain. “You need a lesson in obedience, my
sweet,” he said, giving my head a short jerk to accentuate his
point. “Learn this now…when I tell you something will happen, do
not question, for it will only serve to draw out your punishment.
You are mine to do with as I please.”

“You don’t own me,” I cried, a tear leaking
down my cheek at the pain and the frightening exhilaration coursing
through me at his sheer dominance. “Please don’t do this.
Please!”

A cruel smile cut across his mouth. “You’re
so beautiful when you beg. Your eyes sparkle with your tears. I
find that very appealing. Perhaps I should always endeavor to make
you cry.”

My heart beat against my ribcage hard enough
to cause a bruise. His groin was right at my eye level. He forced
me to stare at the thick, hardened ridge that could only be his
burgeoning erection. “Release my cock,” he demanded, giving my head
a hard shake. “Now.”

I should’ve told him to go to hell but his
hand buried against my scalp created a cascading shower of desire
rippling through me that not only shamed me further but caused me
to reach up and slowly do as he ordered with shaking hands. He wore
no underwear. The tip of his cock bloomed from his open fly and I
stared, unable to look away. Fully free, his fully erect penis
jutted from his fly and he smacked my cheek with it. The warm skin
covering the head was soft and smooth and I could barely breathe
from the anticipation of what would come next. “Put it in your
mouth,” he directed, guiding my head toward his bobbing cock until
he stuffed it into my open mouth. I gagged when the head hit the
back of my throat, my tongue sliding along the shaft, trying to
push it out. He used my head to bob against his cock when I
resisted. “Suck it, Hannah. Use your tongue and mouth together,” he
instructed, his voice tightening. “Ahh, that’s it. Watch your
teeth. Yesss, that’s it…look at me. I want to see your eyes when
you suck my cock.”

I shyly raised my eyes to meet his; all the
while my mouth was stretched over his large cock. It was difficult
to get my mouth and lips over the entire girth and I couldn’t
imagine how he thought it would fit inside anywhere else, but
sucking on the shaft gave me a private thrill that warred with the
voice in my head that said this was madness. I whimpered as his
grip tightened painfully against my scalp, yet the pain created a
taboo excitement that only made me suck harder and with more
enthusiasm. His hips thrust against my mouth, more erratic than
controlled and I could feel his butt cheeks flexing with each push
against me. “Yessss, good, just like that!” His moans spiked fresh
wanting through my blood and I tentatively curled my hand around
his cock for a better grip, using my suction in tandem with my hand
to give him more sensation. His panting breath told me I’d pleased
him and that my amateur efforts were working. Emboldened, I
increased my tempo and suction, becoming a cock-sucking machine.
That small voice of reason became a distant memory as his pleasure
became my focus. Being his plaything, being forced to serve him
against my will, was a shot of pure lust straight into my veins
that I couldn’t understand, nor did I wish to. All I wanted was to
feel his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, using me for his own
purposes. It was nasty and degrading — and intoxicating.

“Hannah, yes! Suck it, my beautiful slut!
Suck me dry!” he gasped and I realized he was losing control.
I
had made him lose that cool restraint if only for this
moment. It was a heady delight that I couldn’t have anticipated if
I’d tried. He arched with a guttural groan, nearly shoving his cock
straight down my throat and suddenly my mouth was filled with a
thick salty spurt of ejaculate. His cock was nearly choking me; I
had no choice but to swallow the hot load, which I did in hasty
gulps. He released me and I tumbled back to fall on my butt. He
swayed on his feet and released a deep breath, his head thrown back
and eyes closed. I wiped my mouth, my lips still tingling from
being stretched around his cock. I still couldn’t quite believe I’d
done that.

And I’d liked it.

I scooted until my back was against the wall
and hugged my knees to my chest while he completely disrobed. The
excitement had begun to fade, replaced by apprehension of what was
to come. I didn’t know what the hell was happening. I wanted to
have the courage to stand up and walk out but I was strangely held
in place, dreading what would come next, yet needing it, too.

“Come,” he said, smiling as he gestured to
me. I slowly climbed to my feet and walked to him. I glanced at the
door. I could run. I might make it out of this ostentatious house
but then what? His cock had been in my mouth. I had swallowed
his…cum. I shuddered and briefly closed my eyes.
Run
, a
voice said.
Stay
, another urged.

“Hannah,” he said sternly, and my eyes popped
open. “Take off your clothes.”

My fingers trembled as they went to the first
button of my blouse. I’d never been naked in front of anyone. Tears
filled my eyes as I shook my head mutely. I couldn’t make myself do
it. What would he think of my body? I was not built like those
other women. I was not beautiful. He seemed to understand my
hesitation and when he approached me I shook. But his touch was
gentle as he popped each button on my blouse to part the halves,
revealing my white bra. He reached around me and unclasped the
band. Suddenly, my breasts were unbound and being cupped in his
hands. “Just as I imagined them,” he said roughly, gazing at my
breasts as if they were indeed, beautiful. The pads of his thumbs
brushed my hardening nipples and I instinctively jerked against the
tingling sensation. “So sensitive, so sweet,” he murmured, bending
to suck a nipple into his mouth. I cried out and clutched his head
to my chest, unnerved by the shooting pleasure the suction of his
mouth created through my body. He sucked harder, as if trying to
devour me, and my knees threatened to buckle. A wetness between my
legs gave away my growing desire and I stopped fighting it but I
didn’t know what to do.

“Show me what to do,” I begged, losing myself
to the pleasure of his mouth. “Oh my God, that feels so
good
.”

He chuckled against my skin and withdrew,
pulling me with him to the bed. He jerked my pants from my legs and
ruthlessly stripped my panties. I was naked as the day I was born,
laid bare before him. I closed my legs and wanted to cover my
breasts but a low warning growl kept my arms down and my legs open.
My cheeks burned at his open perusal, the slow creep of
embarrassment threatening to leach away my previous abandon.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “I want to
know how you pleasure yourself in the dark when no one is around. I
want to hear your moans and see your face as you cum.”