I did not buy her. I didn’t have to. What I bought was her freedom. She can now do as she wishes.

She’s already mine, but I didn’t buy her. She may not know she’s mine yet, but I will have her.

Perfect Avery. Young. Beautiful. Didn’t know the world of shit she was in. Still doesn’t.

She’s used to selling herself, but she won’t do it again.

Ever.

“I don’t believe I ever told you my name.” I lean forward to retrieve two glasses and a bottle of triple-distilled vodka. A few clanks of ice from the built-in bucket with the cold silver tongs followed by two fingers of chilled vodka. This will warm her up for now. “You look like you could use a drink after that fall.”

Her eyes dart up to mine as she moves closer to take the drink from me.

“You look like you have some explaining to do.”

My cock steels as our fingers touch and her pretty hand takes the drink up to her lips. She look so young and innocent - and she almost has me fooled.

If I saw her on the street and she smiled at me, I wouldn’t know she was paid to smile at men. Paid to let them fuck her. Paid for...I don’t know what she does. Not really. And my chest swells with disgust at the idea of her doing anything like that. And she won’t again.

God, she almost has me fooled.

“There is a party I have to attend tonight,” I say, slipping the invitation from one of the leather flaps on the side of the door. I pull the black card out of its matte black envelope and hand both to Avery.

She takes it, her face awash with an expression of bemused suspicion, and carefully flips the card open. Her eyes scan along the words as she takes in the information.

“Sounds...interesting,” she breathes.

She takes another sip of her vodka. She is trying to be cool.

“I’d like you to accompany me,” I say.

She looks straight ahead, away from me, and then down at her drink again.

“Please tell me what happened after I walked out of the parlor,” she whispers into the air between us.

“I bought out your contract,” I say, “so as I said before, you won’t have to worry about them anymore.”

I move closer to her and put my hand on her leg. She is wearing a short black dress and a long jacket, and thick black tights, but I can still imagine every curve of her beneath the shell as I think of her writhing beneath me, fingers laced through my hair as she pulls and bucks her hips and moans into my mouth.

“So going to this party would be, what?” she asks, her green eyes flashing to mine. “Something I owe you? You think you purchased me for the night?”

“I don’t think I purchased you,” I growl, “I did it because I want you and I don’t want them to be able to hurt you ever again.”

My chest rumbles with desire, my heart slamming around inside my rib cage.

“I want you to come to the party with me because I want you.”

I put my hand down on her thigh and glide it up slowly as she looks at me deliberately, her eyes beginning at my chest, trailing up, lingering on my lips as I lick them possessively and her brows knit in the middle. A soft moan - nearly just a breath - escapes from her lips as my cock roars to be let out. I haven’t even touched her yet. And finally her eyes sweep up and we are looking into each other’s eyes. Finally.

“I already know that’s a yes,” I whisper, leaning into her, breathing softly against her ear.

“Yes.” Her breath hitches as she says her word, and she turns her face softly, her eyelids fluttering, beautiful, perfect.

I lean forward and take her in my arms, my mouth coming down onto hers with possessive ferocity, taking her like I’ve never taken another woman before.

Marking her. Making her mine.

My hand trails up her thigh as she crosses her legs toward me, trying to get closer. Trying desperately to get closer to me.

“No, sweetheart,” I say, pushing her leg away. “I need to be able to touch you. Feel you.”

I kiss her lips softly and then move down to her neck, hungrily feasting upon her skin, her flesh plumping with goosebumps under the touch of my lips.

A soft moan fills the limo as I slide my hand up farther. I’m surprised to feel that she is wearing thigh-high stockings, not tights, under her clothes.

“Oh, baby,” I growl. My tip of my cock tents my pants as I dip my fingers along the lace edge of her stockings. But I can’t help myself any longer.

“I need to feel you,” I groan. “You.”

I push my hand up farther as I push my tongue into her mouth, entangling us together in a kiss. My fingers find her mound, covered with thin lace panties. I leave my fingers there for a moment, flicking them against the soaked fabric as she moans into my mouth, before moving the lace aside and pressing the pads of my fingers against her exposed flesh.

“Ohh,” she moans, her sweet whispering gasp filling the air.

I find her clit and glide a single fingertip against it gently, riding the ridges and peaks and valleys that surround it, over and over.

“That...feels so good,” she moans, extricating herself from our kiss.

Avery bites down on her lip as I’m about to penetrate her with a single finger.

“You are so fucking tight,” I groan. “You are going to feel so good wrapped up around my cock.”

“I…I’ve never…”

I kiss her forehead and press mine against hers, looking deeply into her swimming eyes.

“You’ve never what, Avery?”

She seems so innocent, and I want her to feel like this is the first time she’s been finger fucked, and the first time I taste her I want her to feel like mine is the first tongue she’s ever cum on. I want her to forget every other man she’s never been with, and wake up wet and wanting me every morning after a long night of me making love to her in every single way that I can imagine..

Her eyes flash to mine.

“I’ve never done this,” she breathes desperately.

“What, Avery. What have you never done?”

“Any of this,” she moans. My fingers go back to her clit instinctively, and I pinch and roll it between my fingers.

“You’re a…”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Then tell me yes one more time and say you want me,” I whisper my command.

“Yes,” she says. “Yes. I want you.”

I push a single finger into her tight wetness and crush my lips into hers, breaching her virgin hole for the first time. She is so pure, wet, tight.

Beautiful.

Mine.

“You are so fucking perfect,” I say. I want to take my cock out - no, fuck that, I want to tell her to take it out, use her hands and her lips to get me off, make her drink every drop of my cum before I fuck her, let her see what I am really capable of and how good I can make her feel. “And you are so fucking mine.”

She whimpers and I feel her pussy clench up as I take my finger away.

Good girl. She wants more.

That’s how I want it. That’s how it will be.

“Why are you stopping?” she gasps. “What’s the matter?”

“We’re home.”