Bought (His For A Week)

“Aren’t there supposed to be safe words?” she blurted, as a new worry blossomed. What if they were dealing with a psychopath?

He shook his head. “Are all niggers as dumb as you?”

Her ears burned at the epithet. There was no way she was taking this asshole’s cock now. For a brief moment, she had contemplated doing it for the sake of the story. Not anymore. Now she was as much pissed as she was scared.

“You just lost your privilege to wear clothes,” he declared. “Take the dress off. Now.”

Every nerve in her body revolted at the command, but when she didn’t move, he took a step toward her and struck her across the cheek, this time with his fist. Claire screamed.

“I told you to take the fucking dress off!”

Tears pressed into Kimani’s eyes as she unzipped the dress with shaky hands. The situation shouldn’t have surprised her. She had fully expected to find her owner to be no different than the man who had abused Marissa, had known there was a chance she would get physically hurt. Unlike Marissa, she wouldn’t just sit around and take it.

However, she hadn’t anticipated being without her cellphone. She hadn’t anticipated being so far from civilization with nowhere to run. Now if she put up resistance, there was no one she could turn to and no escape. How violent would this guy get? Was he going to beat her until she took his cock?

But he had gone back to Claire. He took her jaw and opened her mouth before sliding himself in.

“You sure look pretty eating cock,” he cooed to her before looking up to see if Kimani was still undressing.

With the zipper down, she slid the straps from her shoulders.

“Take it all off, bitch.”

Trembling the whole time, she pushed the dress past her hips and down her legs.

“Bra and panties, too.”

Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra. Why hadn’t she thought to hide a weapon of some sort in her dress? Should she try to make a run for it and escape to tell the authorities? Her own experience could serve as the basis for the story. But was that enough?

She hesitated at her boy-cut briefs and expected the asshole to bark at her again, but he was too distracted by his blow job. He was moaning and

babbling incoherently as he fucked Claire in the face. Soon he was blowing his load all over her.

“Took care of one virginity,” he chuckled as he tugged at his semi-flaccid cock.

He glanced at Kimani. She quickly shed her panties. Except for her heels, she was now completely naked.

“Now about you—” he began before he was interrupted by the ringing of his cellphone. Cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder, he put his penis back in his pants and zipped up. “Hold on. I don’t have good reception downstairs. Give me a minute.”

He took his cellphone in hand and walked out the door, closing it behind him. The lock turned.

“You okay?” Kimani asked Claire, who was still on her knees, wiping the cum off her face with her hands. She went into the bathroom and got some tissue for Claire.

“Y-Yeah,” Claire answered. “It—It was different from what I expected. He’s really into an alpha dominant role.”

Kimani couldn’t believe it. “The only role that guy is into is the role of asshole.”

She rubbed where he had punched her. She had known from Marissa’s experience that things could turn violent, but she hadn’t been prepared enough. The wisest course of action was to find a way to get herself and Claire the hell out. Who knew what else this asshole was capable of?

But how could they escape? Where would they go? And even if they could, what recourse did they have? She didn’t know a thing about the guy. The best she could provide the police would be a sketch of what he looked like. The guy deserved to be arrested for assault, maybe even kidnapping.

His attorneys, as well as those for the Scarlet Auction, would probably make conviction a challenge. They might even try to explain his behavior away like Claire did. There was a misunderstanding, he thought he was just acting out the part of a Master-Slave relationship in the context of consensual BDSM, he thought he was just doing what the women wanted, etc.

And who knew what she and the other women had agreed to in signing those legal forms.

Kimani bit her lower lip. If she wanted to see this son of a bitch put away, she needed more evidence. But how was she going to get it?

CHAPTER SIX