Buying the Virgin Page 5

  “Okay,” I mutter.

  Jessica looks at me, then down to the ground, before her gaze lifts again. “I’m sorry, I wish I would have asked you first. I was so excited though. Their family is a bit tough, and I was just happy to have someone else on my side,” she explains.

  Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around her hand and give her a squeeze. “I’m just really nervous. We’re still new, and it’s a lot at once. It will be fine,” I smile.

  Jessica believes my forced happiness, because her returned smile is genuine, and she envelops me in a hug before she practically skips out of the house with a small wave and a promise to see me this weekend.

  Shit.

  ALDRICH

  “Good news is, if your woman looks anything like her mom. Even if she becomes a crackhead, she’ll be a knockout,” Arthur chuckles.

  I flip him off, staring at the passed out, drugged out mess of a woman sprawled along the one dirty ass sofa in the room. He’s not wrong, Penelope looks a lot like her mother, and even as a crackhead she’s still a very attractive woman.

  Lifting my foot, I gently nudge her leg with my shoe. I watch as her eyes slowly open. She blinks a few times before she sits up, hacking and coughing.

  “Hey baby, you need a hit of rock or pussy?” she asks giving me a lazy smile.

  That’s when her attractiveness disappears. She’s not only a crackhead, she’s a whore, and I completely understand the irony in the fact that Penelope is in a similar predicament, but to me it’s completely different.

  “Neither. Need you to sign these,” I say shoving the papers at her.

  She slowly reaches for them, opening the envelope before she stares blankly at the documents. “I don’t understand this fancy assed lawyer talk. You’re going to have to break all this shit down for me,” she spits.

  I wonder how on earth my sweet baby girl came from this… woman? “Need you to sign over care for Blake to Penelope,” I say.

  Her eyes slowly lift to my face and she snorts. “I ain’t signing over my rights to that little slut,” she spits.

  Arthur wraps his hand around my bicep to hold me back, knowing I’m liable to choke this bitch out in an instant. I lift my chin, then shake out of his grasp, taking a step closer to her.

  “You can’t pay for his care. You won’t pay for his care, so just fucking sign the papers,” I announce.

  Her eyes narrow and I watch as she licks her lips. “You paying for all her shit, including her pussy?” she asks, giving me a smirk.

  I meet her smirk with one of my own. “Bitch, you sign those papers, or I call the cops, let them know where you are and what you’re doing here,” I state, pulling my phone out of my pocket.

  “I’ll tell them you’re a client,” she counters smugly.

  Leaning forward, I narrow my gaze on her. “Penelope lives with me. They’ll know why I’m here, and they’ll know it isn’t for your nasty snatch. Sign the goddamn papers,” I bark, holding a pen out for her.

  She narrows her eyes on me, grabbing the pen from my fingers and scribbles her name on the last page of the documents. “This isn’t over,” she warns thrusting them at me when she’s finished.

  Taking the paperwork from her hand, I take a step back with a chuckle. “Oh yeah, it is,” I snort.

  Turning around, my brother and I walk away from her. Leaving her in her disease infested crack house to fucking rot. I have a woman to go home to, and after dealing with this bitch, I’m in the mood to play.

  “That woman is desperate and stupid, Rich. A dangerous combination,” Art warns as I start the engine of my car.

  Looking over at the house, I see her watching me through the window. “She won’t do shit,” I mumble.

  I don’t know if I believe myself or not, but I’m not about to admit that. Instead, I drive silently toward Arthur’s home to drop him off, with my thoughts switching from Penelope’s mother, to Penelope and her sweet tight pussy, something I can’t wait to get more of.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  PENELOPE

  Taking a step back, I look around the now half-full closet. It was once completely empty, clean and untouched. Now, everything Jessica picked out hangs neatly on hangers, or is folded in the center dresser.

  Licking my lips, I turn the light off and slowly spin around to walk back into the bedroom. I gasp and freeze when I see Aldrich standing just a few feet away from me, his eyes focused and cold as he watches me.

  “Naked. Put the robe on,” he demands. Simple instructions, but his voice is unyielding and a bit frightening.

  He doesn’t move, his eyes staying firmly frozen on me. Slowly, I strip out of the dress that I’d changed into when Jessica and I made our first stop of the day.

  I can hear Aldrich’s heavy breaths as the dress pools at my feet and exposes my bra and panties to him. They’re sheer, much like the ones I wore last night but instead of lace, they’re a soft silk mesh. Slowly, I tug my panties down my legs and step out of my shoes at the same time I step out of my panties.

  Unhooking my bra next, I let it fall down my arms onto the floor, my breasts bouncing slightly when they’re freed. They feel heavy, my nipples already peaked and begging for his touch.

  “Robe,” he growls.

  Reaching just inside of my closet door, I grab ahold of his robe and slowly slip it on over my arms. Once it’s tied, I wait for further instruction. Aldrich turns from me, and I watch as he walks toward the bedroom door.

  “Follow me,” he barks without looking back.

  I do as instructed, following behind him down the stairs and he doesn’t even stop to greet Sophie who has to hug the wall as we pass her. I hear her chuckle behind us but am unable to stop myself. We turn down a few hallways and then he stops in front of a small door.

  “It’s dark down here, stay close,” he warns.

  The door slams closed behind me as soon as I’m through the threshold and I jump. Staying close to Aldrich’s back I walk down the dark staircase until we’re clearly in a basement. My eyes widen as I glance around the room.

  There is a cage in one corner, a huge metal X in another, a bench to the side, a high framed bed, and a few dressers that I doubt are holding clothes. Aldrich walks over to the center of the room and I watch as he reaches up.

  Falling from the ceiling is a bar that is hanging from a chain in the middle.

  “Drop your robe right there, baby girl. Walk over to me, slowly.” I do as he’s ordered. I untie my robe and let it fall to my feet before I slowly walk over to him, naked.

  Aldrich reaches out to me, but only his index finger touches from my chin all the way down to the top of my pussy. Goosebumps break out all over my skin and I shift my hips in an attempt to get him to go lower. He chuckles at my lame attempt and shakes his head once.

  “It would be easy for me to give you everything you wanted, baby girl,” he rasps.

  “But you won’t?” I guess.

  Aldrich shakes his head, reaching for my wrist and slowly brings it up to the hanging bar. I gasp when he wraps something around my wrist and then hooks it to the bar. He repeats the move on the other side and my arms are stretched not only straight, but also as far apart as possible.

  Silently, he walks over to one of his dressers and fiddles around with the bottom drawer coming back with another bar. This time he wraps the cuffs around my ankles, and my legs are spread wide and attached to the bar.

  “Normally I would allow you to choose a safe word. However, I’m not obliging that for our first session together,” he states, and my heart starts to pick up.

  He explains that a safe word would be a word of my choosing, one that I would use only if I could not handle what he was giving me, and never to be used lightly.

  “This session will not be about pain, only pleasure. I’m starting you off slowly, baby girl.”

  “You haven’t said my name since we walked in here,” I point out.

  He nods, taking a step closer to me, but not touching me. “In thi
s room you will address me as Master. Your name is baby girl, and nothing else when we walk through that basement door.”

  I blink at his words, nodding once in understanding. “Yes, Master,” I breathe.

  ALDRICH

  My cock goes rock fucking solid when she breathes the word—Master. I pull the three items that I grabbed from the dresser out of my pocket. A blindfold, jeweled end small butt plug and lube. Baby girl cannot deny that she enjoyed me playing with her ass even if she wanted too.

  I slip the blindfold over her eyes and she gasps. Placing my lips against the side of her neck, I whisper into her ear. “I won’t hurt you, just relax now. This is only pleasure, nothing else,” I rasp.

  Her body immediately relaxes, and I can’t stop the smile from appearing on my lips. Never have I had a woman that wasn’t from the club be so goddamn compliant so early on. She was made for me, in every fucking way.

  Squirting some lube on my fingers I slide my hand between her cheeks. Her breathing picks up and slowly I massage her sweet rosebud while I kiss and suck the back of her neck. She doesn’t tense, even as my massages become more intense, and I slip a finger inside of her.

  “Yes,” she breathes.

  My teeth sink into the sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck as she arches, pushing her ass against my finger, beginning for more.

  “Stay still, baby girl. I’m going to fill this pretty ass up, and I want to know how it feels.”

  Penelope whimpers as I press the small plug against her back entrance. Slowly, I slide it inside of her, moaning when it’s fully in her snug ass. Taking a step back, I look at my work, the little clear jewel winking back at me as it fills her up.

  I wait patiently for her to tell me how she’s feeling. I know she’s embarrassed, but I won’t allow it, not in my house, not in my fucking dungeon. Finally, she lets out a heavy breath and her sweet voice rings, filling up the quiet room.

  “I can feel it, but it doesn’t hurt. It feels full, but my pussy is aching, Master,” she says her voice trembling. I know it took everything inside of her to say that, and goddamn I’m proud of her for it.

  Walking around the front of her body, I gently tweak her nipple with my fingers. “Good girl,” I coo, caressing her full breasts. She lets out a ragged breath, but I see her lips turn up into a smile at my praise.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  PENELOPE

  Aldrich walks away from me. I can’t see him, but I can feel that his presence is missing. I frown, wondering where he’s going. I feel needy, aching, and at the point of begging for more of his touch.

  I never thought that I would enjoy anything near my ass, but right now with whatever he has in there, I love it. Maybe it’s the fact that I know this is what he wants, and I’m pleasing him, maybe it’s the way he makes me feel, desired and beautiful. I don’t know what, but I want so much more from him.

  I hear something buzz, and I freeze.

  “It’s okay, baby girl, just relax,” Aldrich murmurs.

  The vibrating noise comes closer and I feel it against my nipple. “It’s just a vibrator. I want to watch you come apart, okay?” he says, acting as if he’s asking permission.

  I know that he isn’t.

  He’s going to do whatever it is he has planned, because this is his moment, his playroom and his playtime. I am his, owned by him for this purpose. A live-in fuck doll, and as much as it should bother me, it doesn’t. I feel sexy, needed, wanted, and gorgeous tied up for him—vulnerable to him.

  The vibrator slides down my stomach and my body jerks when it touches my center. My head falls back as the vibrations slide up through my center and consume my entire body.

  My hips jerk, begging for more, as I whimper and suck in a deep breath. My back arches, it bows to the vibrations that take over my body.

  “Master,” I breathe unsure how I was able to put together the word itself, let alone say it aloud.

  Aldrich growls, before I feel his mouth suck on my neck. Moving his lips down, he captures my breast between his teeth. He bites down and my entire body jerks against my restraints.

  He presses the vibrator against my clit and keeps it there, my body jerking and moving, my mind drifting away and unable to control myself.

  “Let it consume you, baby girl. Let it take control. I want to see you unravel,” he breathes against my breast.

  ALDRICH

  She’s gorgeous. The orgasm rushes through her, and I release her hard nipple with a pop as I watch it take control of her. She’s lost to me right now, her body nothing more than a vessel of pleasurable nerve endings.

  I watch as she goes limp against the restraints, her head falling forward and hanging, her hair a curtain around her pretty face. I remove the vibrating wand from between her legs, but I don’t set it down. I’m not finished with it, or her, yet.

  Lifting my free hand, I cup her neck, and lift her head, taking a step closer I brush my lips against her panting mouth.

  “So beautiful, baby girl,” I breathe against her lips.

  Her tongue peeks out, and touches my lips causing my mouth to curve into a smile. So fucking innocent, my girl.

  So sweet, and mine—all mine.

  Made for me.

  Sliding my hand down her neck, then her side, and around her ass, I press against the plug. Her breath catches when I do. Grabbing ahold of the edges I give it a gentle tug, then twist it inside of her. Penelope moans, her head falling forward a bit more, and landing softly against my shoulder.

  Reaching up, I unhook her wrists from the spreader bar, then do the same with her ankles. I pick her up in my arms. I don’t take off her wrist or ankle cuffs as I carry her over to the bed. Laying her down on the mattress, I lift her arms and clasp her wrists to the hooks in the center of the bed.

  This bed is equipped with restraints on each corner, and the middle of the head and footboards. I like to have complete free reign when I’m in this space and maneuver my playmate anyway I desire. I snort, no longer just any playmate, always Penelope from now on.

  Once her wrists are hooked and her arms are stretched long, I take a long look at her. She’s breathing heavily, her tits rising and falling looking far too inviting. I smirk, knowing soon they’ll be painted with my cum.

  “Bend your knees, baby girl,” I instruct.

  Immediately, her knees bend, and she lays her feet flat on the mattress. I think about binding her legs, but wonder if she can hold them open for me, using self-restraint?

  “Keep your legs wide like this, if you close them I’ll tie them open, you understand?”

  She hums, then her tongue licks her bottom lip before she finally speaks. “Yes, Master.”

  I groan, wondering how in the fuck she’s gotten the hang of this so goddamn quickly. The only answer I have is that she was born for it—born for me.

  Lowering my face, I grin when I flatten my tongue and taste all of her sweet center.

  “Oh God,” she cries from above me.

  I allow it, because watching her initial reaction to anything I give her, it makes this so much fucking sweeter.

  Placing my hands on the insides of her thighs, I hold them down and I feast. I plan on bringing her to climax at least twice before I sink my cock inside of her tight cunt—my tight cunt.

  She lifts her hips to my mouth, her silent begging for more of me, and I can’t help but smile. My baby girl likes what I give her, so I oblige and eat her until she comes, twice.

  When Penelope is a sweaty mess in the middle of the bed, only then do I sink into her pink swollen pussy.

  She’s just as tight as I remembered, and just as sweet too. Leaning forward, I capture her lips with my own once I’ve completely sunk deep inside of her.

  “Master,” she breathes.

  “No,” I rasp against her mouth. “When my cock is inside of you, I’m Aldrich,” I explain, reaching up to remove the blindfold.

  Her eyes meet mine, a lazy smile appears on her sated lips causing my own to twitch. I fu
ck her, slow and easy, taking my time to bring her back to orgasm. Her body is tired, but she doesn’t try to stop me, or her orgasm, from climbing again.

  When she comes her pussy squeezes me so fucking tight it almost forces the orgasm from my own body. Rising on my knees, I take my cock in hand and shoot cum all over her soft tits, grunting as it splashes all over her smooth skin, marking her.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  PENELOPE

  I moan, rolling to the side, and colliding with a warm hard body. My eyes slowly open and I blink, looking around. I’m back in the master suite but I don’t know how I got here. Sitting up, I’m yanked back down colliding with Aldrich’s strong body, and held tight against him. He dips his chin, and a smirk appears on his lips.

  “Good morning, sleepyhead,” he murmurs.

  “Morning?” I gasp.

  He chuckles. “You passed out on me before I could even unhook your wrists,” he explains, his fingers gently combing through my hair. “Carried you up here.”

  “Which means neither of us had dinner,” I say with a frown and tip my head back to look into his eyes.

  He smirks. “I ate plenty last night, baby girl.”

  My face heats at his words, my eyes traveling down to his cock. He’s hard beneath the sheet and I wonder, since he did that to me, and I loved it so much, if he would like me to do it to him this morning.

  Without asking I slowly move down the bed, crawling between his legs. Aldrich adjusts his thighs, spreading them and bending his knees. Looking up from his hard length, to his face, he’s smiling down at me.

  “Open, let me fuck that pretty little mouth, Penelope,” he rasps.

  We’re not Master and baby girl in this bed. We’re Aldrich and Penelope, and I love it. I don’t know that I could do the Master thing twenty-four-seven, but the way he wants it, it’s fun.