Page 25 of Bought and Shared

The elevator dings and the door slides open to reveal more soldiers. Knox doesn’t even turn. His attention is fixed on me, and so are the eyes of every man in this elevator as well as all those standing outside the now open doors. I squeeze my eyes shut and will myself to disappear.

“Out,” he growls at the men, brooking no arguments.

One of the soldiers grumbles, “We’re about to miss the best part”, as he and the other soldiers grudgingly pile out.

Knox glances behind him and orders the soldiers waiting to step inside to, “Take the stairs,” then slams the heel of his hand down onto the button that closes the doors.

The car jostles as it starts to ascend to its next destination. Before it can land on another floor and admit more people, Knox reaches for a bright red lever that halts the elevator’s upward movement.

Placing pressure on my back, Knox says, “Lean forward and bend over more. Spread your legs. I want to see both your ass and your pussy on full display when I discipline you.”

I do what I’m told. Somehow, my emotions are all jumbled up with my lust. I’m not sure what I want more: to run away, or to let him have his way with me. Despite my shame, deep down, I know what I yearn for. And it’s not to run away.

Arching my back so that my bottom and pussy are exposed to him, I give over to his command.

Smoothing his palm over my rear end, Knox rumbles with appreciation. “Good girl. You take direction so well, Baby. That hasn’t gone unnoticed.”

I should feel ashamed at his praise for my obedience. It should anger me. Maybe it’s my strict upbringing, but I can’t help the streak of pride that zings through my chest over his compliment. I want his assurance. Need it even.

Before I’m able to process what’s happening, his hand lifts from my skin. Then, with a fiery sting, it’s back. The sharp ‘thwack’ of his enormous palm against my naked flesh rips through the silent, echoing space, and my whole body stiffens in shock.

Taken by surprise, I squeak out a garbled protest. “Hush, I’ve only just begun,” Knox tells me, alternating sides as he begins to deliver my punishment up and down my rear and upper thighs.

He grunts each time his hand lands on my bare skin.

I quickly lose count of the spanks as I try to absorb the burn of each swat.

They seem to increase in intensity with every stroke.

By the time he’s done, my backside is bright red and burning from his efforts.

Knox smooths his calloused hand over my heated skin.

It’s strange, switching so suddenly from pain to pleasure.

My nerves are on edge, as I don’t know what to expect.

However, my pussy isn’t confused at all.

She’s dripping and eager for more of a pounding than even my backside got, and she wants it now.

Like he can read my mind, Knox dips his finger into my honeyed center and hums with approval.

Bringing his dripping digit up, he shows me the evidence of my arousal.

“My girl responds to punishment well. I think she likes it more than she’s willing to admit.

” He sucks my juice off his finger with a long “Mmmmm”.

I’m not sure if it’s the punishment, my years of repression, or the magnetic man behind me, but there’s no denying I’m turned on. My body doesn’t lie. I’m slick and ready for whatever Knox wishes to do to me. Eager and willing beyond reason to take whatever my Master wants to give me.

Reaching around to my mound, Knox finds my clit and begins to work it in slow, concentric circles. Arching my back, I let out a loud, long moan. I’m not sure what power this man has over me, but it feels like a mystery I’ll never solve. In truth, I’m not even sure I want to.

“You need to cum, Baby?” Knox bends way down to whisper into my ear, snagging his teeth on my lobe as I climb up the mountain of bliss I’m about to jump off.

“Yes!” I plead, still maintaining the position he put me in. “I need to cum so bad, Master.”

“Good. I want you to take every inch of my fat cock in that sweet cunt of yours. I’ve thought about nothing else all day.”

Knox moves behind me and I hear the whisk of a zipper as he frees his massive cock.

Anticipation has every muscle in my body tightening up when he suddenly grabs me around my waist and lifts me up.

“Brace your hands against that wall, Aurora,” he instructs, and I scramble to obey him as I try to regain my balance now several feet off the floor.

He slides his enormous hands down over my hips to my legs, and wraps them around my thighs, pulling them wide open and wrapping my legs around his hips, holding me up like a wheelbarrow.

He’s so hard, the engorged head pulses with excitement as he lines himself up with my tight slit.

I feel the tip of his cock sluicing through my juices.

My pussy loves the sounds. It spasms and the violent shudder reverberates throughout my body.

“Fuuuuuck!” Knox groans as he seats himself to the hilt in one definitive thrust. His hands grip my thighs, pulling me tight against him. “Despite fucking you all last night, I don’t think I’m going to last. You feel better than anything I’ve ever felt before, Aurora. Your pussy is magic.”

I’ve no interest in lasting. I’m only concerned with breaking. I want to come apart so badly I feel it in my teeth. It’s disturbing how much I want this release. It’s as though my whole world hinges upon it. Without it, I’m lost.

Needing the friction, I push back against him. I’m so close to finishing, I feel like I’m practically feral.

Knox chuckles. “You want more, Baby?” When I moan my response, he states darkly, “Just remember, you asked for it.”

That’s when he really begins to hammer into me. Thrusting so hard, I have to brace myself against the elevator wall with all my strength so that my head doesn’t bang into it.

“I want to give you my knot so bad, it hurts,” Knox grounds out as he slams away at my center. “Is that what you want, Aurora? Do you want me to stuff you full of my cock and knot? To be owned completely by your Master?”

I do. I really do. “Yes, Master. I need your knot,” I whimper, as the evidence of his desire grows and begins to tease my tight entrance. “Please give it to me.”

“Not yet,” he says, teasing me by working his way right up to the thick ridges of his knot, but not squeezing it inside like I’m begging for. “You’re not ready for that, though I sure as fuck am.”

Enraged, I begin to wildly buck. I need his cock. All of it. Anything less is not enough. I’ll feel cheated and left wanting without it.

Grinding my hips against his, I try to stuff his whole cock and knot inside of me. I feel a burning stretch that causes the sexual haze to slightly lift from my lust-drunk brain, but it’s not enough to stop me from achieving my goal: him. All of him. Crammed deep inside of me.

Knox swears, pulling back before I can achieve my end. Squeezing his knot at the base, he simultaneously stimulates it while denying its entry into my needy channel.

“I can see you want my knot bad, Baby. But you can’t have it yet.

It would hurt you.” He captures my thigh against his hip with his upper arm and spanks it to get my attention when I outright ignore his words and continue to grind my hips into his.

“What you can have is the orgasm you’re chasing.

Cum for Daddy,” he says, reaching around to my clit with perfect precision.

It takes me no time to go off like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Stars pop behind my lids as I blast off into the heavens. Shouting, I spasm hard against Knox’s cock, trying to take in as much as he’ll allow me.

“That’s my girl,” he says, as he rides out the waves, ramming in and out of me. “But I know you’ve got another one to give me. You’re not done yet.”

His hips pick up the pace as he slams inside my squelching center. His grunts cause my body to instantly react. Somehow, despite how hard I just came, I want another bite of that apple. I need to cum again.

“Your pussy is so sloppy wet for me,” Knox grinds out, his movements so smooth despite how large he is. “I can’t wait to make my girl even messier,” he taunts, his fingers biting into the flesh on my tender thighs as he finds even greater purchase there.

Like a berserker, he begins to buck wildly, pumping as hard into me as my overtaxed heart does in my chest.

“Take it,” he commands, as he shuttles over and over on his cock. He reaches between my legs again and works my clit hard. “Cum again! Now!”

I’m a helpless butterfly caught in his massive web. Unable to fight him, I explode into another mind-blowing release.

My channel clamps around his cock with brutal strength which causes a chain reaction between our connected bodies. Bellowing, Knox rears back his head, shouts, and begins to shot-gun his cum into my hot, gushing, passage.

His unintelligible words are uttered in a foreign language as he jets his cum into my seizing core. Though I don’t speak fluent Voltanese yet, I know what they mean, because I feel what he’s feeling in this moment. The bliss. This peace. Our connection. It’s almost supernatural, it’s so strong.

It takes a moment for my body and mind to realign to the here and now. When it does, I realize I’m dripping a combination of my fluids and Knox’s onto the elevator floor.

Knox, reaching into his pocket, pulls out a wad of tissue and gently cleans me up. Fixing my slip back into place, he turns me around and gives me a soul-searing kiss.

“Were you heading back to our suite?” He asks without a hint of embarrassment over what we’ve just done.

“I was,” I answer, trying to adopt his nonchalant attitude toward intimacy.

Kissing the top of my head, he turns toward the electronic panel and flicks the red lever back in place.

Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, he gives me a gentle squeeze. “I was just heading there myself. I’ll make sure you get there safely.”

I think the only thing I’m in danger of while heading back to our mutual rooms is experiencing another round of this man’s world-class orgasms.

As the elevator begins to move to the top floor, Knox leans down close to my ear and whispers, “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about what you said earlier.”

My look of confusion causes him to expound on his response.

“I want to hear everything that was said to you and your friend in the courtyard earlier. Don’t leave out a single detail.”

In our flurry of lovemaking, I’d forgotten all about that. “Yes, Master.”

“Knox,” the big man responds.

“But I thought?—”

“When we’re in the bedroom you call me Master. When we’re just talking, I want you to call me Knox.”

A small smile plays across my lips as I absorb what he’s telling me. This, what we’ve just shared, is not only physical; t’s something more. Though I’m not sure if he, or I, know what that is yet.

“Yes, Knox,” I say, as he hugs me closer to his warm, hard body. “I can do that.”