Page 11 of Bought

I have never been so ashamed of myself in all my life. What I just did, and how I just did it… it was lewd and filthy. It was beneath me. It was shameful. It was… so hot I can’t even bear to admit it to myself. There are some things a woman just shouldn’t enjoy, and being roughly fucked by a maniac who thinks his bank account entitles him to her body is one of them. I know better than this. I went to Ethan Keller because I thought I could convince him to do good. Instead he made me bad, the very worst version of myself.

My mind whirls as I recount his many sins. He had me taken off the street. He made me fear for my freedom and my life. He took his belt to my bare ass. He humiliated me. Hurt me. Punished me to the point I could barely take it—and then he fucked me. And I wanted it.

I wanted him to dominate me thoroughly, drive all my perfect little good girl thoughts out of my head and turn me into a screaming whore. I came more than once, after he had me held down and he beat me, after he told me he would take me as his own. My pussy clenched his cock with so much wanton fire, I could feel the effort it took for him to drag it out of me after each thrust. My body was a traitor to every ideal I’ve ever had, and it loved every minute of what Ethan Keller did to me.

“Come on, Casey,” he says casually, his hand resting lightly on my elbow as he walks me out of the station in his custody.

Nobody really looks at us. There’s far too much else going on. People being brought in on various charges, people waiting for service. Nobody notices me. Nobody cares.

As a demonstration of sheer power, this is one of the more striking demonstrations he could have given me. I’m in a police station, the very heart of law and order. This is the one place I should be able to ask for help, but I know they won’t help me.

There’s a car waiting for us outside. There’s a driver in the front. Ethan strikes me as the sort of man who would take control and drive himself, but he’s obviously got something else to control tonight. Me.

Ethan opens the rear door for me, all gentlemanly. As if we’re out on a date. He is utterly perverse. He takes pleasure in taking what should be safe and making it dangerous, taking what should be sweet and making it bitter. I am so far out of my league in contending with this man and we both know it.

His hand slides across the small of my back as I get into the car. Sore, and obedient. The act of sitting is not pleasant. My jeans pull tight over my ass, and the sharp pain that shoots through my butt as I put weight on my welted cheeks makes me hiss.

I can feel his smirk. Bastard.

He shuts the door behind me, and for a brief second I feel a rush of hope and strangely, fear, that he might be sending me somewhere alone. Maybe he’s done with me. Maybe this is all over. Maybe I’ll wake up in my bed tomorrow, and believe whatever I want to believe.

Then the other passenger door opens, he slides in with a devilish smile, and my stomach begins to churn with nerves again. This is really happening. Ethan Keller is abducting me from my life.

I could yell. I could scream. As the car starts to move, I think about possibly throwing myself from it in a grand, dramatic gesture. But this is a man who controls everything, including the police, and giving myself road rash at best and serious injury at worst won’t do anything. The time to resist was… fuck. The more I think about it, the more I realize it was a mistake to ever get within a mile of this man.

As the car sweeps into the night, I sit quietly in the back seat next to him. My ass is still throbbing and I can feel his cum slipping out of me, soaking the gusset of my panties. He’s kept me wet with his seed. I’m marinating inhim.

I need a shower. I need a way out of this mess I’ve got myself into. I need salvation, but the devil is sitting beside me and I know he’s not going to let me go without a fight. The problem is, I don’t have anything in the way of fight left right now. He whipped it out of me and then he took me as his conquest.

“Are you hungry?”

The question startles me. “What?”

“Are you hungry?” He repeats the question.

“Why, are we going to stop at a drive through?”

He laughs. “No, but I can have the driver call ahead and order you something.”

“Of course you can.” I roll my eyes. “I’m not hungry.”

“Careful,” he says. “You can’t eat scorn.”

I shoot him a look. He’s an asshole. He’s a fucking sociopath. But I fucked him, so what does that make me?

I pull my knees closer together, trying to be modest. It does nothing but squeeze more of his cum out of my pussy and into my underwear. He came inside me. I didn’t even try to stop him either. And everybody knows what happens when sperm meets vagina. This is the last thing I thought I’d be doing tonight, wondering if a rogue billionaire just knocked me up.

I am not on birth control, and he didn’t even ask. I suppose I could have stopped him. Could have at least asked him not to come in me. Damn. Why didn’t I ask him not to come in me?

Looking out the window is pointless because the windows are tinted, but turning my face away from him allows me to think a little more clearly. And I really have to think, because there’s something about this man that makes my brain shut down.

He has shown me that he has power beyond the law. But that doesn’t mean his power is endless. He’s not a god. He’s a man. And all men have weaknesses. I’d say Ethan’s twisted proclivities would count as a pretty serious flaw. If he’s willing to beat and fuck someone he just met, someone who knows the dirty little secrets of his business, what else is he prepared to do?

“You know you’re not going to get away with this.” I grit the words between my teeth, staring straight forward.

He makes a low chuckling sound. “I already did, Casey.”

Ethan Keller just made an enemy.

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