Page 10 of Bought and Shared
My cock throbs at her calling me “Master”. Having watched her play with that pretty little cunt of hers on stage has me nearly messing my uniform now.
Scenting the air, I can smell her too. That aroma is magical and unmistakable. It tells me so much about my beautiful charge. Specifically, she’s wet. Sopping, dripping wet.
My mouth waters at the thought of licking that creamy pussy until I ram my cock home for the grand finale. My body flushesand I can feel myself climbing dangerously close to rut. If I don’t get myself under control now, I won’t be able to stop myself from doing just that.
Taming my raging libido before I forget my promise to have just a taste, I cautiously take a step closer. “My name is Oren.”
She mulls that over before responding. “And you’re the one that purchased my contract?”
She knows the answer, but she needs to hear it. “Yes. I did.”
I want to give her time to adjust to the idea, but time isn’t a luxury we have at the moment. Our evening together will be over before we know it, and I want it to be spent on more… pleasurable pursuits.
Reaching out, I stroke her cheek. Her adorable response is to shutter her eyes and lean into my touch. My cock hardens even more at her submissive gesture. It’s like this woman is made for me. And Knox. Oh yes, he’ll love her soft ways too. The man is a beast in bed, so I’ll have to break her in a little first. Give her a chance to work up to his brutish ways. Because, while I may be rough, I’m also patient. Knox is many things, but patient isn’t one of them.
When Aurora opens her eyes, she blinks as though she surprised herself by her own reaction. My hand lowers to her throat, collaring it for a moment before meandering down to her breasts. Those nipples, hard and pointed, beg for my touch. Using a light pressure, I pinch them through the silky fabric and she whimpers in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
When Aurora attempts to move away, I imprison her shoulder with my free hand. My fingers bite into her soft flesh with just the right amount of pressure to subdue her. “You’re mine now,draftee. There are many things you’re going to have to get used to when we’re together. Especially being naked and available at my beck and call.”
Despite her naivete, Aurora shoots me a dubious expression. Working up the courage, she says, “I’m only yours for a year, Oren. After that, I belong to no man. I’ll be free.”
I slowly shake my head, overlooking her use of my given name because I like the way it sounds on her lips. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken, Kitten. Your contract is for two years. Not one.” After what we’ve paid, she’s lucky it’s not a decade.
Her face pales. “I thought anything longer than a year had to be negotiated by the draftee?”
“Based on your unique circumstances, and the cost of your contract,” I explain, “the Voltan have decided women like you will now be beholden to two-year terms.”
She’s aghast. “Women like me? What does that even mean?”
I don’t want to use our precious minutes together discussing the science of our special compatibility, not when I could be showing her, but I realize I can’t ignore the question without losing her trust.
“You possess the Lincoln Gene, Aurora. Because of this, you’re considered to be closer to the Voltan in your DNA than other humans,” I explain in a roundabout way. “As you can imagine, this is very appealing to the Voltan as we have so few women in left our society.”
“This can’t be legal! You can’t add time to my contract without my consent!” Her lovely cheeks develop a splotch of color as her anger rushes to the surface of her translucent skin.
“I assure you, it’s completely legal. It’s what’s called a governmental loophole,” I say with a shrug. “But, no matter what you call it, you’re mine fortwocalendar years, Kitten. Mine to touch, play with, and fuck. Now, take off your dress. I want to see up close and personal what my gold has purchased.”
Aurora freezes, then her mouth opens and she slowly shakes her head with a defiant gleam in her beautiful brown eyes.
Reaching back to her throat, my fingers wrap around the delicate column and give the faintest squeeze. “I’m not asking you, Aurora. I’m telling you. Take down your dress, or I’ll take it down for you.”
Her eyes go from heated to defeated in the space of a breath. Reaching for the straps of her “gown”, she gingerly pulls down one, then the other.
“Stand up and take it all the way off,” I command, my voice raspier and deeper than before.
Breathing in sharply, Aurora does as she’s told. She unfolds from her self-protective position on the couch and reluctantly stands before me. Tugging the bodice of her slip dress past her ripe breasts, then her lush hips, before toeing it onto the floor, she keeps her eyes down and her lips pressed into a line the whole time she disrobes for me.
I need a moment to calm my raging libido as I take all of her in. She’s exquisite. A piece of priceless art. Her breasts are large, creamy white, and punctuated by ruby-hued nipples that resemble tight rose buds. Unable to stop myself, I stretch out my hand and joyfully heft one of the firm globes in my palm.
“Fucking perfect,” I murmur, my nostrils flaring with the need for more oxygen to fuel the sudden uptick in blood flow to my inflated cock.
Giving in to the need to tease those red-tipped wonders, I roll her nipples between my forefinger and thumbs, pinching ever so slightly. Aurora moans at the motion, jutting her tits forward so that I’ll have better access. Adding more pressure, I watch her mouth open in a moue of pleasure as I knead the swollen buds between my rough pads. When she steps her legs apart, I know she’s enjoying it as much as I am. Despite her innocence, her body understands what it needs. Me, pumping hard inside of her. And damn if that’s not exactly what I want to give to her in this intensely charged moment!
Her spread legs and the aroused scent that wafts up to me cause a supreme shift in my focus. Now all I can see and smell is that glistening cunt of hers. Even though I’ve only just started to tease her, she’s ready to receive me inside her virgin walls. My dick, acting with a will of its own, is straining against my dress slacks in an attempt to break her in like some prized mare.
“Look at me, Aurora,” I bark, and her round whisky-colored orbs shoot open and widen with fear and confusion at my gruff tone. “Is that slickness between your legs for me?”
Her lovely pale skin flushes all over at my blunt words and I love it. “I’m just afraid, is all,” she utters shyly, “I’m not excited.”
