Dirty Owner

Chapter 3: Aurora

Istandstill,lookingaround the white marble bathroom, listening to the bathtub filling up. I’m still wearing my pink dress and the white lingerie beneath.

I did it! I can’t believe it. It’s crazy that the man who bought me is the guy I stole from. I thought for sure when I saw him he’d be followed by a couple of cops ready to arrest me. I’ve already been arrested once for trespassing. I couldn’t get caught again.

Ford’s kiss on my forehead lingers as I get ready for my bath. There’s also a small pool of heat between my legs. The way he described what planned to do to me turned me on like never before. It wasn’t so much what he said considering he wasn’t overly descriptive, but the way he said it. It was that low voice, and the way he growled when he said he was going to fuck me. I found myself pressing my thighs together, trying to calm myself down.

It didn’t work.

I imagine for a guy so big and rich, he’s all bad caveman, ripping off clothes at the first opportunity. But Ford isn’t like that. His exterior is hard. He’s big and strong. Dominant is clearly his middle name. But the way he talked to me. Telling me I had a choice and I was safe with him, showed me a soft side in him. I hope he keeps his promise. Because despite my first impression, I have to remember I don’t really know him. If I lose myself to him and this goes sideways, I might end up with a heartbreak I can’t handle.

I take off my clothes and turn off the tap. I test the water and when I think it’s cool enough, I slide in slowly. I moan out loud when my body starts to relax in the warm water. God, I haven’t felt this good in forever. I pop open the soap bottle and inhale the sweet vanilla scent and rub it all over my body. When I touch my pussy, I inhale sharply. It’s so sensitive and turned on with nowhere to go. I’ve never touched myself for pleasure, only to clean myself. I touch myself again and feel liquid pleasure course through my veins. It’s really nice and unexplainable.

I inch my finger inside myself and throw my head back, mewling as I open my legs wider. I prop one of my legs over the side of the bathtub, pushing in farther then pulling out slowly. I imagine it’s Ford’s cock. It’s probably bigger than my finger, but it’s good enough for now. I imagine his hands on my waist and his hips moving back and forth, fucking me with his big cock. I hear a growl and I think it’s my imagination before I open my eyes and see Ford is standing next to the tub. His shirt is slightly unbuttoned and his sleeves are rolled up, revealing his forearms.

“S-sorry, I got carried away. I—”

“No!” He growled again. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”

I put my hand underneath the water and continued to touch myself. The way he’s watching is turning me on more. I notice his cock bulging underneath his slacks. Fuck, he looks big. And that’s just underneath his pants!

I push another finger in and close my eyes. I feel Ford coming close, kneeling next to the bathtub. I open my eyes and watch him roll his sleeve up farther before he sends his hand underwater. I moan when he touches me. I move my hand away and let him work. His finger is so much bigger than mine. He stretches me, but not in a painful way—in a pleasurable way.

My hips move with his hand and soon I feel my legs clamp around his arm as I come. I yell out his name and buck in the tub. Pleasure wracks through me, and I think for a second that it’ll never stop. But the waves of pleasure ebb and eventually it stops with my body twitching with aftershocks. My pussy is sensitive, but somehow it’s more turned on than when I started.

I want to keep his hand on me but he says, “Dinner’s ready,” and I’m brought to earth.

“Oh, I haven’t washed my hair yet,” I tell him. ?

Ford takes the bottle of shampoo and washes my hair. He massages my scalp and I relax almost to where I think I’m going to fall asleep. After washing it, he rinses my hair. Then he holds the towel open as I step out of the tub. Cold air hits me, but Ford wraps me in the towel and I warm quickly.

I look up at him and once again notice his size. He’s so much taller than me. Usually men his size scare me. I’ve always been really tiny and if a man is bigger than average, it makes me feel even smaller. But in Ford’s arms I feel…safe. I cuddle into his big chest and enjoy his hands rubbing my back and drying my hair.

“I have to tell you something,” he says.

“All right. What is it?” I get nervous but don’t move away from him. ?

Is he kicking me out? Is he going to tell me he has a wife or something?

“I need to tell you how I found you.” Now that he’s mentioned it, I start to wonder. Clearly it wasn’t a coincidence.

How did he find me?

“I hired a private investigator.”

“What?” I look up at him, my eyes wide with shock.

“I didn’t want you to get into trouble or get arrested. I thought if I found you, I could help you. I could make sure nothing bad happens to you. I know what it’s like to be in your shoes, Aurora. I just didn’t want anything bad to happen to you. So I had to find you.”

I should be mad. He violated my privacy. But it’s not like I had much. Thanks to him, I went from only having my paycheck to four and a half million dollars in my bank account. Ford told me not to be grateful, but I can’t help it. The auction was my choice, but because of him I’m going to end up with nine million dollars.

“It’s okay.” It’s all I can muster up. Maybe it’s all that’s needed. He found me. I’m not in jail and I have money. Things are looking up.

After drying me, he takes me to his bedroom to get some clothes I can wear. The simple cotton shift is a similar shade of pink to the dress I wore to the auction, but it’s longer and hits the floor. It’s a wrap dress and leaves a deep V on my chest, revealing what little cleavage I have. The fabric has little embroidered roses on it, and it feels silky with a little lace at the back. It’s not itchy but smooth.

We walk into the dining room and the smell filling my nose makes my mouth water. Ford pulls out a chair and I take a seat. He takes a seat on the other side of the table. The food is already there, and it smells amazing. It’s a steak, mashed potatoes and cooked vegetables.

We eat in silence and every time I look up, Ford is looking at me like I’m the meal. I can still feel his hands on me, and I fight the urge to put down my fork and beg him to take me now. I don’t want him to think I’m that desperate for him and lose any leverage I have. Plus, it is the best meal I’ve had in years.

The vegetables aren’t cold and the meat isn’t a couple days old. It's fresh and warm and seasoned with delicious spices. At that moment, I realize I’m getting this for an entire week and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. When I look back at Ford, his fork on his plate and is staring at me, his gaze full of lust and hunger. It’s then I realized I’d been groaning at the food. I take another bite and moan intentionally, and I watch Ford’s jaw tick. His grip on his napkin is strong, his knuckles turning white. He tries to continue to eat, but takes small bites and doesn’t really chew, just swallows.

I lick at my fork. Getting each molecule of the steak into my mouth.

“Fuck, baby. What are you doing to me?” Ford wipes his mouth with the napkin and leans back in his chair.

“I’m not doing anything,” I say honestly.

“I know,” he says, standing.

His bulge is still there. I wonder how painful it is. What I can do about it? Since dinner appears to be over, it looks like I’ll find out.