Page 8 of Bought and Shared

O ren

As soon as the announcer says the word “sold” my muscles relax. She’s ours. Our mate. I won’t be able to fully claim her fully until Knox comes home from his mission though, but that doesn’t matter.

My cock stands at attention at the thought of her sucking me off, regardless of already having emptied my balls several times today. Knox or not, I plan on easing that ache as soon as possible. Especially after the show my mate has put on for the hungry crowd.

As innocent as she may be, I can see there’s a wild streak in Aurora. It will just take a firm hand to coax it out to play. It’s something both Knox and I are going to enjoy immensely once we get her alone.

Speaking of getting my new companion alone, I’m ready to see her.

Taste her. Touch her. Make her cum. Though I’ve only scented her once, I can’t get the fragrance out of my nose.

It’s so seductive that I am fiending for more.

I need another hit. My skin burns and my body aches for her touch.

I feel like a goddamn junkie, I’m so twisted up with desire and need.

A young woman greets me outside of the auditorium. “Right this way, sir,” she says, shamelessly eye-fucking me before leading me to where my mate is being kept.

As she heads down the long corridor, her full ass swishes seductively back and forth.

There’s no doubt about it. My escort is beautiful, exactly the type of human I would normally bed.

Tall. Blond. And with plenty of curves to keep my curious hands busy exploring.

However, I feel next to nothing for other women since meeting Aurora.

All others pale in comparison to the soft redhead with the warmest brown eyes I’ve ever beheld.

The blond human stops outside a door marked “Waiting Room 5”. Twisting the handle, she smiles knowingly. “As per your contract, you may have some time alone with the draftee before she must return to her barracks. We’ll knock to let you know when time is up.”

It’s all a formality. The higher-ups know exactly what happens inside these four walls after a heated auction.

All men are vetted and their gold accounted for before we’re ever even handed a paddle.

In essence, we’re pre-approved as financially eligible bachelors before we step a single toe into that auditorium.

Most Voltan, after years of sexual starvation, are desperate to become acquainted with their new charges.

I, though far from starved, am the same.

To assuage the human government, we play along.

Sign the contracts that aren’t necessary, because they unilaterally agreed three years back to this exact arrangement.

It’s bureaucratic red tape at its finest. The Voltan who enter these rooms know that and do as they please with their women as soon as that door locks behind them.

When I enter the room, I see Aurora sitting on the couch. Knees drawn up to her chin, she nervously worries her lower lip. Her innocence calls to me, demanding I challenge it, educate her in ways she hasn’t even begun to imagine.

My lips part in a predatory grin as my eyes practically devour her nearly naked body. “Hello again, Aurora.”

She hugs her legs even tighter, those big brown eyes of hers rounding with equal parts lust and fear. “Hello, Sir,” she replies in a whisper, unsure of how to even address me.

“Master,” I correct her, desperate to hear the title from her lips. “That’s what you’ll call me from now on.”

Her soft, brown gaze hardens at my imperious demand and she snips her reply. “Do I even get to know your name?”

Shutting the door behind me, I slide the bolt lock into place. The sound causes her to startle. “Ask nicely, draftee, and find out.”

“Please,” she hesitates, then grounds out, “Master. May I know your name?”

My cock throbs at her calling me “Master”. Having watched her play with that pretty little cunt of hers on stage has me nearly messing my uniform now.

Scenting the air, I can smell her too. That aroma is magical and unmistakable. It tells me so much about my beautiful charge. Specifically, she’s wet. Sopping, dripping wet.

My mouth waters at the thought of licking that creamy pussy until I ram my cock home for the grand finale. My body flushes and I can feel myself climbing dangerously close to rut. If I don’t get myself under control now, I won’t be able to stop myself from doing just that.

Taming my raging libido before I forget my promise to have just a taste, I cautiously take a step closer. “My name is Oren.”

She mulls that over before responding. “And you’re the one that purchased my contract?”

She knows the answer, but she needs to hear it. “Yes. I did.”

I want to give her time to adjust to the idea, but time isn’t a luxury we have at the moment. Our evening together will be over before we know it, and I want it to be spent on more… pleasurable pursuits.

Reaching out, I stroke her cheek. Her adorable response is to shutter her eyes and lean into my touch.

My cock hardens even more at her submissive gesture.

It’s like this woman is made for me. And Knox.

Oh yes, he’ll love her soft ways too. The man is a beast in bed, so I’ll have to break her in a little first. Give her a chance to work up to his brutish ways.

Because, while I may be rough, I’m also patient.

Knox is many things, but patient isn’t one of them.

When Aurora opens her eyes, she blinks as though she surprised herself by her own reaction.

My hand lowers to her throat, collaring it for a moment before meandering down to her breasts.

Those nipples, hard and pointed, beg for my touch.

Using a light pressure, I pinch them through the silky fabric and she whimpers in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

When Aurora attempts to move away, I imprison her shoulder with my free hand.

My fingers bite into her soft flesh with just the right amount of pressure to subdue her.

“You’re mine now, draftee. There are many things you’re going to have to get used to when we’re together.

Especially being naked and available at my beck and call. ”

Despite her naivete, Aurora shoots me a dubious expression. Working up the courage, she says, “I’m only yours for a year, Oren. After that, I belong to no man. I’ll be free.”

I slowly shake my head, overlooking her use of my given name because I like the way it sounds on her lips. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken, Kitten. Your contract is for two years. Not one.” After what we’ve paid, she’s lucky it’s not a decade.

Her face pales. “I thought anything longer than a year had to be negotiated by the draftee?”

“Based on your unique circumstances, and the cost of your contract,” I explain, “the Voltan have decided women like you will now be beholden to two-year terms.”

She’s aghast. “Women like me? What does that even mean?”

I don’t want to use our precious minutes together discussing the science of our special compatibility, not when I could be showing her, but I realize I can’t ignore the question without losing her trust.

“You possess the Lincoln Gene, Aurora. Because of this, you’re considered to be closer to the Voltan in your DNA than other humans,” I explain in a roundabout way. “As you can imagine, this is very appealing to the Voltan as we have so few women in left our society.”

“This can’t be legal! You can’t add time to my contract without my consent!” Her lovely cheeks develop a splotch of color as her anger rushes to the surface of her translucent skin.

“I assure you, it’s completely legal. It’s what’s called a governmental loophole,” I say with a shrug.

“But, no matter what you call it, you’re mine for two calendar years, Kitten.

Mine to touch, play with, and fuck. Now, take off your dress.

I want to see up close and personal what my gold has purchased. ”

Aurora freezes, then her mouth opens and she slowly shakes her head with a defiant gleam in her beautiful brown eyes.

Reaching back to her throat, my fingers wrap around the delicate column and give the faintest squeeze. “I’m not asking you, Aurora. I’m telling you. Take down your dress, or I’ll take it down for you.”

Her eyes go from heated to defeated in the space of a breath. Reaching for the straps of her “gown”, she gingerly pulls down one, then the other.

“Stand up and take it all the way off,” I command, my voice raspier and deeper than before.

Breathing in sharply, Aurora does as she’s told.

She unfolds from her self-protective position on the couch and reluctantly stands before me.

Tugging the bodice of her slip dress past her ripe breasts, then her lush hips, before toeing it onto the floor, she keeps her eyes down and her lips pressed into a line the whole time she disrobes for me.

I need a moment to calm my raging libido as I take all of her in.

She’s exquisite. A piece of priceless art.

Her breasts are large, creamy white, and punctuated by ruby-hued nipples that resemble tight rose buds.

Unable to stop myself, I stretch out my hand and joyfully heft one of the firm globes in my palm.

“Fucking perfect,” I murmur, my nostrils flaring with the need for more oxygen to fuel the sudden uptick in blood flow to my inflated cock.

Giving in to the need to tease those red-tipped wonders, I roll her nipples between my forefinger and thumbs, pinching ever so slightly.

Aurora moans at the motion, jutting her tits forward so that I’ll have better access.

Adding more pressure, I watch her mouth open in a moue of pleasure as I knead the swollen buds between my rough pads.

When she steps her legs apart, I know she’s enjoying it as much as I am.

Despite her innocence, her body understands what it needs.

Me, pumping hard inside of her. And damn if that’s not exactly what I want to give to her in this intensely charged moment!