Page 49 of Saved By My Buyers

“Do I have something on my face?” I tease him as his blue and green eyes find me again.

“No, you just keep pulling me back in and distracting me,” he growls, picking up a bottle of honey and walking over to me.

Tugging down my shirt until my arms are pinned at my sides, but my breasts spill completely over the top, he grins as he upends the bottle to squirt honey over them.

“The website talked about hard and soft limits,” he murmurs, dropping his head to lick over my breasts, humming softly as he sucks on my nipple. “I feel as if we should talk about some of yours.”

“I didn’t know what half of those were,” I breathe, gasping as he smirks and pulls off my leggings and panties with one swift pull. I’m forced back into the cabinets behind me, eyes wide when my head smacks into it.

“Did you know your breathing grew a little harsher when the website talked about strap ons and nipple clamps?” he asks, his large hands pushing my feet up until they’re flat on the counter, spread wide for him.

“Fuck, you’re glistening, Bee.”

He… hasn’t called me that in years. Whimpering as Jack rubs his knuckles over my already overheated and slick pussy, my chest starts to heave as I wait to see where this will lead.

We haven’t had sex often, and always under the influence of alcohol. Our relationship is one of sad circumstances and close proximity.

“Did they?” I rasp, watching as his eyes smolder. Jack Katz is the sexiest man I’ve ever met. I thought he was handsome when I first met him when I was fifteen, and it was why he had a thing for my soon-to-be step-sister.

It didn’t occur to me outside of teasing him that he was so much older than us. Jack has always been easy to talk to.

“Mmhm,” he says, his tongue lapping up the honey on my breasts until all I can do is fucking feel, and my pussy is dripping onto the counter. “Do you want to fuck the girl we buy? God, I would love to watch you do that.”

“Oh, oh fuck,” I gasp as he coats his fingers in my arousal, rubbing my clit lazily.

“Maybe in a bit,” he teases me. “What about spanking? You’re a goddamn brat, Little Girl. I came to pick you up, and you good as told me to go back to work.”

“No, it’s just, ah,” I squeal as he flicks my clit hard enough to make it throb.

“My turn to talk,” he growls. “Answer questions when asked and just feel, Bee.”

Nodding frantically, I gasp as he goes back to torturing my nipples and slowly rubbing his thumb over my clit. It’s not enough stimulation to get me off, but is enough to make me writhe.

“How do you feel about sucking cock?” he murmurs, raising his brow.

“Yours or some random one?” I sass, shuddering when he pinches my nipple hard.

“I’ll share you with a woman to give you what you need, but my cock will be the only one fucking any of your holes, Bee,” he rumbles.

“Then I’m open to it. I mean, I haven’t thought about it before, but yes. I want to suck your cock,” I whisper. While I’m not a virgin anymore, I’m still very innocent.

“Such a dirty mouth,” he teases me, kissing me. I wish I could touch him, because this is the first time he’s ever kissed me.

I don’t think he realizes this. Every time he’s ever fucked me, he’s focused on my breasts, or spread me over the edge of the couch.

This is what I want. I’m starving for connection.

Jack’s ability to read me has gotten better over the years, and I know my fear after being surprised last week, by that homeless man in the parking garage, is still apparent. That poor guy probably wanted to break into my car to see if I had any spare cash, but he would have been sorely disappointed.

Jack’s tongue insists on access, forcing me to open my mouth for him. Before this, I’ve only ever had Dahlia’s sweet or impatient kisses as we made out in my room or on dates after school.

His kisses are so different from hers, his lips soft and firm, his energy confident and insistent. Jack knows what he wants, expecting me to give it to him because I can’t resist.

He’s right. I’m putty beneath him.

“How do you feel about bondage?” he breathes in my ear. “Would you trust me enough to tie you to a bed and deny you orgasms? A safe word would be used if things got too intense, and we would have a more in depth discussion around it.”

“I trust you,” I whimper. It’s true, I do. Dahlia first taught me to trust him with her words and her actions. Jack taught me to trust him when he told me the truth about Gareth and how she had texted him.

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