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  She arched her back and I grabbed her knees and thrust inside her again. I leaned down and held her arms against the bed as I kept moving against her.

  I said I wouldn’t restrain her but I couldn’t help but hold her down. I liked holding her down and pressing myself against her. I moved her arms closer together and grasped both of her wrists in one of my hands. With my other hand I grabbed her leg and pulled it up so her knee met her chin.

  My wife was extremely flexible and it benefited me in the bedroom tremendously. I loved watching her do yoga because it gave me ideas on how to bend her body.

  She started to hum and pant in my ear and I sucked on her neck. I moved my hand down her arms as I moved my mouth down to her nipple. I sucked so hard I heard her cry out in pain. But it didn’t make me let up. I licked and sucked on the other breast too and kept moving myself against her.

  I raised my head to see her face and she locked eyes on me like I had asked.

  “Did I hurt you?” I panted.

  “Yes sir,” she panted back.

  “Good,” I said confidently. “You feel so fucking good. I love this pussy. This pussy is fucking golden and it belongs to me,” I kept moving harder and harder. Then with one swift motion I released her arms and leg and pulled out. I rolled so she was on top of me and kissed her hard.

  I shoved my tongue in her mouth and she opened. I pressed my hands against the side of her head and kissed her so hard our teeth scraped against each other.

  I pulled her away and gave her a look to tell her I wanted to eat her alive.

  “Sit on me and ride my cock now!” I let her head go and she raised herself up. She came down on top of me hard. I knew her force was partly because I was being so forceful but I didn’t care. I like it. “Fuck me, Norah! Fuck me hard!”

  She raised herself up and slammed down on me again and again. Her knees were bent at my sides and she used her strength to move herself up and down on me. I griped her hips and helped her move.

  “That’s it…..Yes….” I panted. I watched her eyes and she looked happy that she was in control. I leaned up and clutched the back of her head and gave her another forceful kiss.

  She continued to bounce on my dick as I moved my hands over her body.

  “Liam,” she panted, “I’m gonna come again,” I love to hear her talk dirty while I was inside her.

  “Do I feel good inside you, little one?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she panted. Her thighs clenched together and she closed her eyes. I kept moving against her slowly.

  “You like it when I fuck you hard and take control, don’t you?” I asked again. “Yes,” she said. I made her look at me.

  “You needed this as much as I did, didn’t you?” I knew the answer but I asked anyway.

  “Yes,” she said. I kissed her again.

  “Move over to the end of the bed and bend over,” I kissed her again. She slowed her movements and slid off of me. She moved to the end of the bed and laid across the end with her ass in the air. I moved behind her and smacked her hard and fast four times.

  “This ass is mine,” I said. I spread her cheeks and pressed my thumb against her. She raised her head and started to protest. I pushed her head back against the bed and held her in place. I slid my other hand over her soaked pussy and moved the wetness to her ass.

  “I’m already about to come, I’ve been about to explode since your mouth was on me, this won’t take long,” I said. I placed my tip at her entrance. She pushed against my hand on her head and I moved to her neck and pressed her down again. “I’ll be fast, I promise. I just need to fuck this ass again.” And with that I pushed myself inside her.

  She clenched her eyes shut and I heard her whimper. I released her neck and she raised her head. She moved so she was supporting herself on her elbows. I moved in and out of her ass in a steady motion.

  “Fuck, Norah! I shouldn’t have waited so long. I forgot how good this is,” I gasped. I griped her hips and moved in and out a few more times. “I’m coming, baby! I’m coming.” Then I clasped on top of her. Our noses were almost touching and she rolled her head in the other direction.

  She was angry. I lifted myself up and slowly pulled out of her. I walked to the bathroom and turned back to look at her and she was still lying there.

  “You can move now, little one. Our game is over.” She stood up and walked to the bathroom with me and started the shower. I used a towel and wiped my face, chest and crotch and then leaned into her neck so I could kiss her. But instead she pulled away from me.

  “Our game is over?” she asked. I nodded and without hesitation she slapped me in the face. I was in shock and I didn’t know what to say.

  “I’m taking a shower and then I’ll join you in bed.” Her voice sounded like her normal voice. She didn’t sound upset or even look upset. She walked around me and climbed the shower. “If you want to join me, please feel free. The hot water feels good.”

  I didn’t know what game we were playing now but I figured it was in my best interest to join her. So I did.

  We both cleaned ourselves and touched each other inappropriately, like we always had before. We dried each other off and scrambled into bed. If she was angry, the slap was all she needed to vent her anger.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Norah

  He was teaching me a lesson. I don’t know what I had done to deserve it, but I knew that was what it was…a lesson. He felt out of control in his current situation. I apparently had made him feel out of control and this impending auction party made him feel out of control too. Maybe he was upset for me not agreeing with him or telling him that if he went to this party I wouldn’t consent.

  I guess I was just thankful he hadn’t had sex with my ass in front of crowd. I knew my husband. This was his way. I let him have his way because I usually like it. While I didn’t completely detest his whole ass fucking episode last night, I was upset that 1) he didn’t let me protest and 2) I had specifically told him to leave my ass alone.

  I stood at the island in the kitchen with my cup of coffee and the breakfast burrito, Rosa had made for me.

  “What’s this?” Liam asked when he made his grand entrance in the kitchen.

  “It’s a burrito,” I replied.

  “Are we in Mexico now?” he never missed an opportunity to be a jackass.

  “No, jackass.” I never missed the opportunity to tell him that he was being a jackass. “It’s something different. It has eggs, chopped peppers, onions, cheese and slices of bacon, all rolled in a warm tortilla.” I slid his plate to him.

  “What’s wrong with putting all of those things on a plate?” he poured himself a cup of coffee.

  “What’s wrong with you trying something new every once in a while?” I asked back. I took a big bite of my burrito and smiled as Rosa came through the kitchen yelling something to Liam in Spanish. I assumed she was telling him if he didn’t like his breakfast, he knew where he could put his breakfast.

  “Norah, my love, I have tried many new things since you came into my life. I have learned about Amazon.com, I now know if you take a picture of me with that phone it goes to a place called Instagram, I’ve learned to think of Florida as an exotic place, and I have even changed my thinking from euros to dollars.” He took a sip from his coffee cup then made a face because he forgot to put the sugar and cream in it. I slid both over to him and he started putting them in his cup.

  “I had adjusted my taste buds to Spanish food, because my housekeepers and most of my staff are all in fact Spanish. Now my housekeeper is adjusting her cooking skills to also include American food, because my wife is in fact American.” He walked around the island and put his arms around me. “I make the most money in the house, I pay for this house and the staff’s salaries and yet my taste buds and culture are never taken into account.” He kissed my neck and then walked back to his side.

  I reached over, opened the fridge and pulled out the hot sauce. As I slid it to him I said, “Mr. Hastings,
I think we can both agree that your taste and culture are taken into account in other places.” I tilted my head hoping he understood I wasn’t talking food but about last night.

  “Stop complaining about the food, not everyone is allowed to complain.” I took another bite of my burrito. I think he understood my point because he didn’t say anything. But I wanted to drive my point in further.

  “You aren’t the only one that has tried new things since I came into your life.” I think I made my point. I knew he got it. He gave his shit eating smile as he took big bite of his burrito.

  “Ummm, this is good,” he said. “I think I like new things.” Jackass.

  Work was long and boring. I had a lot of time to think our upcoming situation. I had a lot of questions. Liam had told me about the parties and clubs he had attended before he bought me.

  Nick had taken me to a private party and several clubs, as well strung me up in his basement. So I did have some idea of the kind of place Liam was going into.

  The people in these places had low morals if any at all. The things they did out in the open so everyone could see would make Howard Stern blush.

  Liam would probably be fine in this situation, he relished in those kinds of places. But I wondered about his overall demeanor. He would have to change his ‘I’m married’ attitude and be a little more open. But after the incident at the sex club with Will, him loosing that attitude so easily worried me. His actions at that club didn’t make me happy and as much as I didn’t want to accept it I had to or be willing to walk away. Which I wasn’t, so I did.

  Now he was contemplating going to a secret slave auction, with no moral freaks and pretend he was among his people. After last night, I wondered if he really was among his people with them.

  We sat quietly in the study both working on work. Dinner was normal, although Rosa made an announcement that Sofia and Nathan were now expecting another baby. It was wonderful news. Happy news. I needed happy news.

  “Now if our little Norah here could just bring us a baby then we can be happy!” Rosa exclaimed. Liam and I just looked at each other.

  Now I sat in the quiet and watched Liam rub my feet while he read a very long memo. He had on his glasses and his glasses always made him look exceptionally handsome.

  “You look very handsome in your glasses,” I said wiggling my toes. He smiled but didn’t look at me.

  “I look old in my glasses. Wearing my glasses reminds me of my age.”

  “You’re 30 years old, Liam. You aren’t an old man.” He didn’t comment.

  “If you are so old maybe we shouldn’t have kids,” I said. He looked up at me. “I mean, if I am going to get stuck raising a kid all alone then I don’t want one.”

  “Well maybe I’m not that old,” he leaned over to me and kissed my neck.

  “So how does this work?” I asked and he leaned away. “The auction? How does it work? I assume they don’t go to someone like me and have it all planned out with catering and printed invitations. So how does this work?” I asked again.

  He didn’t answer right away. He stopped rubbing my feet and closed the memo in front of him. I pulled my legs away from him and he took off his glasses, then turned his body in my direction.

  “With parties like these security is at the highest. They move all the time, so no one can find them, addresses are given only an hour before, usually passwords are required at the door, and names are even changed sometimes.” He stood up and walked to the fireplace. There wasn’t a fire but it didn’t stop him from looking at it like there was. “I have never been to a private auction. The only auction I have ever been to would be the one where I bought you.” He turned back to face me.

  “But some of the private parties I have attended were done in similar ways. People are so judgmental about this kind of lifestyle, even if they are just like me and it’s done in a consensual relationship. So participants do everything they can to hide who they really are. I have even been to parties where the guests wore masks. I wonder if this party will be that way.” I nodded at him because I did indeed understand. I had been to a party and had worn a mask. But that party was with Nick so I didn’t mention it.

  “Yeah, I get it. People look down on other people who want to whip and beat people before they have kinky sex with them, I understand. Also it’s nice to be able to hide behind a mask.” I got up and went to the bar and poured myself some water.

  “Did he ever make you wear a mask?” he asked. My back was to him but I stopped pouring and looked forward. I didn’t want to make eye contact.

  “Do I really need to answer that?” I asked him. I could hear him walking a little closer to me.

  “Yes,” he said in a firm voice. I turned to face him.

  “Yes,” I said just as firm. He started to say something else or ask me another question but I stopped him. “I’m not talking about this now. So drop it.” I walked passed him and sat back on the couch. He followed me back to the couch but didn’t sit down.

  “I know you’re angry about this, but I haven’t even decided to go to this auction, Norah, so drop the attitude.” I stood up and looked him straight in his eyes.

  “Yes you have. You say you haven’t and you keep acting like you are still thinking about it, but I know you have made up your mind already. I know you’re going to do it! I know you are! You don’t give a damn about what I say!” I pushed against his chest. I don’t know why I did it. I usually never became physically combative with him but I couldn’t stop myself.

  “Watch yourself, little one. If you push me then I can push you, and you know I push a little harder than that.” His eyes were turning dark.

  “Yes, I have decided to go. I need to do this. I have to do this. I want to do this, Norah, can’t you understand?” he asked.

  “No I don’t understand.” I wasn’t making it easy for him.

  “There is something else we need to talk about, little one.” I gave him a serious look.

  “I can’t act like a married man at this party, or at least a faithful married man,” he paused and looked down. He took a deep breath and looked up prepared to expand but I stopped him.

  “I don’t want to talk about this right now but I think I understand your big need now.” I held up my hand and he nodded.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Liam

  Tonight was the night. I had received the text with the date of the party a few days ago and tonight was the night. It would start late, I knew that and I would be texted an address about an hour before, I knew that too.

  Norah and I ran on our treadmills like we were running from the bulls in Pamplona. Dinner had been quiet, I tried to get some work done, but I couldn’t concentrate. Norah paced the floor like she was in the waiting room in the hospital waiting for a baby to be delivered. So we decided to run.

  Usually by now we would be out at an event, or upstairs in our bedroom either fucking or doing our normal boring married life things. Tonight we ran. I slowed my pace when I saw my phone light up.

  I looked over at Norah and she was in a zone. She had her iPod on, her pace was fast, she was on level 10, and she had already run close to 8 miles.

  “Norah you need to stop!” I yelled loud to so she could hear me. She held up her hand.

  “One more minute,” she panted. She kept running and I saw the digital numbers change to 9 miles and then she slowed down.

  “I was trying to make it to 10 miles,” she was breathing heavily. She slowed her pace and started walking. I handed her a bottle of water and she winked at me when she took it.

  It was another long agonizing 3 minutes before she got off the treadmill and sat on the bench. She wiped her face with a towel and drank some more water. I stood in front of her and told her the news.

  “I was just texted me the address of the party,” I said. She looked up at me from the bench and slowly stood up.

  “I better go get ready,” I spoke softly and walked out toward the stairs.

  I went to m
y closet and picked out a plain black suit and laid it on the bed. Norah walked in the room as I went in the bathroom and started the shower.

  When I came out she was sitting on the bed. I started to dry off and shave. I saw her standing in the bedroom watching me. I shaved, put on my deodorant and some cologne then walked out to the room. I dropped my towel and slipped on my boxer briefs and pants.

  “Are you nervous?” she asked.

  “A little.” As I buttoned my shirt I walked to her.

  “Norah, I need to talk to you about this. We haven’t talked a lot about it, and I need to tell you some things.”

  “I don’t want to talk about it,” she replied. She started to walk out of the room.

  “I’m going to have to do things tonight that I’m not going to be proud of, things you aren’t going to like.” I tucked my shirt in and grabbed my tie.

  “Like what?” she asked as she turned back to me with a bit of an attitude.

  “Well I’m going to have to play a part. I’m going to have to pretend that this whole thing doesn’t repulse me.” I turned to the mirror in the bathroom and started to tie the tie. “With this being a private party, they are going to expect me to appraise the girls before I make a bid, maybe even perform a scene, for a test.” I didn’t want to look at her, but I did anyway.

  “You mean fuck them!” I turned to face her.

  “No that isn’t what I meant. But something like that, yes.” She turned and started back in the bedroom. “Norah, they’re going to expect me to look at these girls naked, look them over, touch them, see if they are going to fill my needs or not. Yes, I suppose if I wanted to fuck them I could, but I don’t, you know that! That isn’t what this is about!”

  “But I have to play a part to get them out of there, please understand.” She wasn’t looking at me. I walked up behind her and rubbed her shoulders.

  “You didn’t do that with me. You didn’t touch me or even talk to me. You saw me and made a bid.” I turned her to face me.