Richard Pantero has been searching for something his entire life. Though he has money, servants, and women willing to do anything for him, his life is still empty. He’s lived the lifestyle and hasn’t thought twice about purchasing companionship. Each girl was different, yet the same until China entered his world like a comet changing everything he’d ever believed in.
In a love story for the ages, follow Richard and China on their journey. Can he find the peace he’s been searching for? Can she trust him enough to let down her walls and allow him to help her find what she craves the most? Is love enough?
Publisher’s note: This story is written in first person point of view similar to a screen play alternating between characters to give the authenticity of each character’s feelings. Warning: Intense bondage, aggressive sex, human trafficking.
I'd been purchased. I knew what he expected. He expected me to beg and plead. The others girls were crying. Sobs like, "Please, Master, please don't hurt me," filled the room.
Some slaves were trying to strike bargains. "If I suck you off, then please don't fuck me." I rolled my eyes. Could they really be so stupid as to believe these men would make bargains? They owned the girls now, plain and simple.
My eyes remained locked with hers; no words had been said, but the struggle had begun. I felt a surge of energy wash through me. Could she finally be the one? I continued staring her down; long moments passed before she averted her gaze.
He was different, I'd give him that. The others had choked me until I'd opened my mouth, inserted an O-ring gag and proceeded to fuck my face. He was asking me to do it voluntarily.
A faint frown covered my face, but my heart soared. Finally, a challenge; a pet whose devotion would have to be earned. Compassion would come in due time, now was time for the stick.
Oh, here we go again, I thought. I braced myself for his fist to my face. His hand in my hair raising me to my feet then lifting me slightly off of them. My toes skimmed the ground. He seemed just the same as the other masters now. I looked into his eyes. I wouldn't let him beat me to death, though it did have a sense of peace in it. I had too much to live for. I glared at him.
As my fingers traced her cheek, I lowered my head to her neck, inhaling deeply. I could see her trembling flesh. My teeth scraping along her shoulder, I bit down on the nape of her neck holding her in place.
I released her hair, sliding my fingertips down her back. My nails dug into her flesh. Each of my pets had to bear my markings until they earned my collar. She began to squirm under me. The friction of her skin on mine was stimulating.
He wasn't like the others. They had reacted in anger, beating me to get out their frustration, or in the hopes of getting me to become a submissive slut. He held my gaze until he lowered his head to my neck. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he inhaled deeply then, to my surprise, ran his mouth over my neck to my shoulder. I was even more shocked when he bit down. I knew he'd broken the skin. I bit my own tongue to keep from crying out in pain.
I licked my lips; fury showed in her glare. Such anger was intoxicating; my loins stirred to life. If she were going to be so difficult, she would soon learn the consequences of her continued defiance.