Page 59 of Bought and Shared
“How did you manage it?” I pose. “How did you secret me off the base without anyone seeing me?”
Micah’s dull brown eyes come to life at my question. “I told you the Voltan aren’t the only ones who have friends in high places. The movement does too.”
I’m dumbstruck by this comment. “What movement are you talking about?”
Ignoring my question, Micah reaches out and fingers the material of my slip dress. “I bet they made you do filthy things to them, those freaks.” He studies my reaction and his voice thickens the more he strokes the soft material. “Did you like it? The way they played with your tits and cunt?
I practically have whiplash at how quickly he’s changed topics. “That’s none of your business.”
“You’re mine now, Aurora. Your businessismy business. And who youfuck,” he crudely adds, “definitely interests me.”
The lust in his eyes tells me he likes the idea of me with other men. He likes it very much. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s thinking about Oren and Knox having their way with me right now and growing extremely excited by the idea.
His hands meanders closer to my breasts. “Did you suck their fat cocks? I hear they’re huge. Thick and long.” When he reaches my nipples, he strokes them through the fine material before he gives them a cruel twist. “That they’re insatiable and taste like candy when they cum. Is that true?”
He reaches a hand between his legs and begins to stroke the lump there with relish. Was this conversation exciting him? The idea of Oren and Knox touching me? It seems it is. His breath is coming faster with each stroke and his skin takes on a heated glow the more he speaks.
“I’m not talking about this with you,” I say in an attempt to deny him the knowledge of such a private experience.
“You’ll tell me or I’ll take down these covers and fuck you instead of my hand, Aurora. You’ve teased me long enough. I need some relief and you’re going to give it to me one way or another,” he threatens angrily.
Reaching for the zipper of his pants, Micah gives it a harsh tug. The metal instantly parts, permitting him entrance inside his khakis where he roughly fists the mound of flesh there.
Terrified he’ll do exactly what he’s threatened, I nod. “Yes, they ask me to touch and please them.”
“Tell me about it,” he demands. “Tell me how they look when they fuck you. What they feel like.”
The more Micah says, the more I realize this doesn’t have anything to do with me. It has to do with Oren and Knox. He keeps talking abouttheirbodies. Asking me to describe whattheylook and feel like when we’re intimate. Even as naive as I am, I realize my men interest him far more than I ever did. Which might explain a few things. Specifically, why he showed so little interest in me over the years until his prize was to be raffled off to someone else.
“Tell me about their cocks,” Micah prompts, squeezing his scrawny hard on. He chokes it all the way down to the base, then jerks his fist back up so that the tip is weeping a slick, pearly fluid.
I swallow and shuffle backward toward the headboard as best I can. The farther away from him I can get, the better.
“They’re big,” I reluctantly reveal.
Micah exhales sharply. “How big?”
“The size of one of those summer sausages we make for the 4th of July,” I hurriedly explain, trying to find some form of reference he’d recognize.
“Fuck!” He grunts, working his shaft with great enthusiasm. “I bet that felt good. All that cock stuffed right up inside of you. Pounding that tight cunt hole of yours. Did they make you cream all over their big, alien dicks?”
I blush at his graphic query. “Yes.”
Micah becomes almost feverish with enthusiasm. His fist is pumping so fast that each stroke runs into the next. “Did they fuck you in the ass, too? I know they did, those hung bastards.”
“Yes,” I curtly reply, willing to say anything to keep him away from my body, even the truth.
Bound the way I am, I wouldn’t be able to fend Micah off if he tried to assault me, though I’d give it everything I have to try.
“Bet you loved it in the ass,” he grinds out through his teeth as he brutally works himself over. “Bet you loved how they plowed that dark, tight hole. Did they make you come while stretching you wide?”
I nod. The man is in such a frenzy, I fear what he’ll do next if I stop participating in his disgusting fantasy.
“Tell me about the knot,” he demands then. “I hear it’s painful the first time they jam it into you.”
“I can’t,” I relay. “I haven’t been able to take one yet. My masters said I can’t handle it right now.”
Hissing, Micah chokes his shaft hard. He’s breathless when he asks, “Why not? Do they save those for all the little whores who hang around the bars? Or maybe they prefer to fuck all the little boys instead. I bet they do. I bet they love getting inside all those forbidden holes.”
