Auctioned

8

They lounged and ate, and between these two activities they explored each other. At one point, Penelope was admiring Alex as he ate an apple on the bed. He was completely naked. But he reminded her of a painting of Adam or was it a Greek God that she saw in the museum.

She gathered the nerve to run her hand down his chest. He was all hard muscles with small patches of dark hair on his chest and abdomen. She watched his erection grow as she admired his form.

Before she knew it she was on her back again, but this time her hands were pinned above her head. Alex grabbed a cravat from his bedside, and wrapped her wrists together.

"Don't move." He said and he grabbed a few more cravats and went down to her ankles securing them to the posts at the foot of the bed. She was completely on display. Vulnerable.

"Al-Alex...?"

"Shh...one more," he said as he took a fourth cravat and covered her eyes. "My captive."

Penelope had never felt so helpless in all her life. She pulled on the bindings a bit to test her limited motion. "Alex, what are you doing?"

"Whatever I please, love," he murmured from across the room. That's when she heard the sound of something zipping through the air. That sound a crop makes before stinging the flesh of a horse.

"Alex?" She heard it again, but closer.

"Do you recall last night when I bit you? The pain and the pleasure of it? That's what we are going to do now. Mix the pain with the pleasure, so you don't know where one ends and the other begins," he explained. "We can pretend you are my slave girl. Part of my harem perhaps. Ready to please her master."

His words were mixed in with the sound of the crop. Soon she felt the air move at the same time as she heard the crop. "Y-yes, s-sir?" She said completely unsure about how she felt about this situation. Excited and nervous. So far all of their experiences had brought intense pleasure. She hoped this would continue.

The sting on her leg got her out of out her thoughts. The fear of the unknown became the reality of the known. Her gasp was followed by a small chuckle from Alex. His fingers trailed over the spot the crop just kissed.

Then his lips. He continued the action in various spots around her body. None of them overly sensitive.

Then came what seemed like a warning. He pinched her nipple - hard. Then replaced his hand with the sting of the crop and a bite of his teeth. Finally laving it with his tongue.

It was just as he had described it, pleasure mixed with pain. The pain intensified the pleasure. Instead of gasping this time she began to beg for more, "Please."

She felt the pinch on her other nipple. "Please what?"

"Please s-sir!"

The crop. "What do you need, pet?"

"More!" She begged. "Please more!"

He bit and sucked her nipples while pinching the other one. "Your nipples are so sensitive, pet. They are my favorite part to tease."

Then the crop kissed her clit without warning. Penelope screamed out. "Alex!" But his mouth was already there. Not biting but licking and sucking. His finger sunk into her hole and he continued his ministrations on her clit.

His finger slipped out and traced down the skin below her pussy to her asshole. She gasped again as he circled it and then entered his the tip. "Alex! What are you-"

"What I please, Nell. Whatever I please," he said between licks. "Remember you are mine. A slave for my pleasure."

She recalled his game. His harem slave. But she felt like it wasn't really a game. He intended to marry another and keep her as his mistress - so long as she was with child. What was the difference?

But this thought didn't dampen her pleasure. It heightened it. No, she didn't want to be the other woman in his life, but to be owned by him now excited her beyond measure. This drunken lout.

Penelope was now begging for him. She needed to feel his cock inside her again. It was as if she missed it being there after so many hours. "Fuck me, Alex. Please."

"Call me master, pet," he growled into her pussy before he bit her.

"Master! Please fuck me, master!" She would call him Christ himself if he only gave her what she needed.

She felt him crawl up her body like a jungle cat. He grabbed the blindfold from her eyes and she lunged up to kiss him. It was as if by instinct. She wanted to devour him whole.

The kissing was so intense she nearly forgot all about her need until she felt his cock rub between her legs. She tried to seek it out with her hips but she was still powerless to control the encounter.

"Calm down," he said between kisses. He reached down between them and ensured his path to her soaked cunt. As he sank in, he pulled his head back and broke the kiss. "You need this, don't you, pet?"

She held his eyes in a stare so he would know she was serious, "Y-yes, I need you. Please."

And that was all he needed to continue and give her the release she desperately needed.

After the were done and she was free of her bindings, they laid in the large bed wrapped in each other's arms like a knot. She couldn't get close enough.

"Don't fall in love with me," Alex said in her hair.

Penelope pulled back and looked him in the eye. "Don't worry about that happening. You may be good at bed sport, but I do recall you being rude, a drunkard and crass."

"Crass is the same as rude," he chuckled.

"Similar but not the same," she shrugged. "I still plan to travel and let you continue your lecherous life without me."

"We shall see about that. I think you will fall in love and I will have to break your heart. It will be especially hard since I will want to see our children."

"Now it's children? What happened to the son?" She rebutted.

"Well, it's not like you could resist..."

She gave him a wack on the arm. "You are definitely...resistible!"

"Hardly. I just warn you to not fall in love."

"Duly noted. You have nothing to fear," Penelope said with an eye roll.

"Tomorrow you go back home. I trust you will keep me informed of any...news," he said with a small tug on her hair. She knew what he was talking about. It would be weeks before she knew if she was indeed pregnant. Then she could tell him she wasn't and take the next ship to America.

Until then, she needed to avoid this man at all costs.