Highest Bidder

We heard and felt nothing else beyond the intensity of our desire and when I came, all I could register were my hands above my head, and my fingers linked almost painfully in his. Something was exploding in me that I could not contain. He cursed and sunk his teeth into my shoulders to muffle his cry. I held onto his head desperately feeling as though I would shatter if I didn’t.

I heard him roar out my name as I writhed and screamed, my own orgasm quaking my body to it's very core.

He forced his tongue into my mouth. I sucked it and wrapped my legs around his hips, refusing to let go and that was how we both came back to earth.

It was a slow descent, but the lingering effects powerful enough to render us both speechless and motionless for a long time. When he began to move to separate from me, I let him go, gasping, as his slick wet cock slid heavily out of me. I turned to my side to hide whatever the emotion that would betray the depth of my feelings.

Brent wouldn’t allow it. He came right up to me and pulled me into his body. Tucked into him, I was sure that no other place on earth would fit me more perfectly. The steady rise and fall of his chest and his warmth completely encapsulating me … lulled me to sleep.

Just before I slipped into unconsciousness however, I was sure I heard him say, “You’re mine now, Freya Anderson.”

Freya

The next morning, I awoke to an empty bed. After untangling myself from the stained sheets ? yeah, we got up to more sex during the night ? I got to my feet and groggily looked around for my clothes. They had been taken away and in their place, a warm robe had been draped across the lounge sofa.

I quickly put it on and went in search of Brent.

As I walked, I looked through the windows to see that we were now far off shore as there were no more buildings in sight, but the vast ocean. This wasn’t good, as I needed to return to my still very messy life and even more frantic mother who probably expected me to come home soon as it was Saturday. I had no classes. I hurried and that was how I tripped over the doors ledge and fell forward.

My knees connected with the hardwood floors, and I groaned in pain.

“What the fuck? Freya?”

I lifted my head to see that I had made a grand entrance into the main cabin where Brent had been having a breakfast meeting with Michael by his side and two other men in suits. I immediately jumped to my feet and spun around to properly tie the silky robe that I now noted clung to every curve of my body.

Worse, I was completely naked underneath. I wanted to bury myself at the thought that I had just given his associates an early morning show. I was so embarrassed. I felt like the empty-headed bimbo he’d brought along for light entertainment. “Excuse me,” I said and turned around to leave, but Brent’s familiar grip caught my arm. I still wouldn’t open my eyes to look at him, so he turned me to face him.

“We’re alone,” he said, “open your eyes.”

I popped one open to see if he was lying to me, and it was clear the men had left. Immediately, I pounded my hands on his chest in frustration. I thought it was just us and the crew. “Why the hel? are you having a meeting so early in the morning?” I cried. “And how the hell did they get here?”

“Speedboat,” he answered, amused.

Well, I was not amused. I felt humiliated and more than ever, I felt as if I did not deserve to belong in his world. I was from a family of a ruined reputation and that was okay with me, it was my cross to bear and I had carried it this far just fine. Being with him however filled me with the fear that I would begin to be judged as unworthy all over again.

I hated it.

Twisting my hands from his grip, I tucked my hair behind my ears. “We need to head back to shore. I have to see my mother and I have a test to prepare for in two days.”

“We’re heading for Scotland,” he said. “The isle of Harris. I have a castle there.”

My head shot up in shock.

He was not joking. “We sailed away during the night.”

“Why would you—” I began but took a deep breath and decided to let it go. “Can we return?” I asked. “You can’t just whisk me away like this, I have a life too.”

“No problem. We’ll just turn and be back in a few hours,” he responded as the amusement left his face and he became distant again, just like when we had first met.

I didn’t want that. My hand reached out to touch him, but I couldn’t make it go all the way. It fell to my side and he walked away from the room and me.

All I could do was watch him leave.

His departure completely soured my mood, as I didn’t know when I would see him again. I was so tempted to go in search of him to cancel our return to land, but I had already laid my bed. I came out to the dining area hoping I would see him. Instead, I was told to take my seat as a platter of fruits, yoghurt, scones, croissants, eggs, sausages, bacon and toast were laid out on a buffet.

“Please help yourself to anything you want, Miss Anderson,” a male attendant said.

I chose just a scone. I didn’t have any appetite for much else.

Then I went back to bed. Hours passed. I felt sad that Brent was a free agent and able to go anywhere and do anything he wanted and I on the other hand had responsibilities for my mom and my classes and couldn’t just disappear on a whim.

I was lamenting over my dead phone battery when Brent came into the room and announced our arrival back at the Thames. He had changed from the breezy white linen shirt he had had on before to a black turtle neck jumper and thick massive jet black Parka. “Time to go,” he said.