Free Sold by Jaymie Holland Page A

about three feet from the floor. It was a wild feeling hanging
from a beam in the exposed ceiling.
    When she was suspended, he moved in front of
her. “Do you like this?
    She couldn’t nod so she made an affirmative
sound.
    “Do you want more?” he asked.
    Again she made a sound meaning yes!
    He grabbed his camera and took multiple shots
of her from all angles.
    Again he set the camera aside and he untied
the leather tie on his pants. He grabbed her by her ponytail,
pulling her closer and undid the buckle on the ball gag and dropped
it on the floor. He pressed his cock against her lips and she
opened her mouth and he slid his cock in. He grasped her head and
she bounced back and forth in the air as he moved her up and down
his cock.
    “Damn, but I love your mouth.” He pulled out.
“If I didn’t have something better in mind I would come right now
and you’d swallow every drop of my come. Wouldn’t you,” he
stated.
    Another affirmative sound as she sucked his
cock. She would love to do that, love to do anything for him.
    He moved away then came up from behind her,
placed his hands on her ass, and pushed.
    She gave a little cry of surprise and her
head spun, and she felt almost dizzy. Yet free and exhilarating,
too, and she wondered if that might be what it felt like to
fly.
    He pushed her back and forth like she was on
a kids’ swing, only in a much different position. In the mirrors
she saw herself swinging and what she looked like with only her
stockings on. Seeing herself like that made things even more
erotic.
    Another swing and then he caught her by her
thighs from behind and held her still. He spread her thighs,
grabbed her by her hips, and drove his cock inside her.
    Her eyes felt like they were going to cross
from the amazing feeling of him fucking her while she was suspended
in midair. She moved back and forth in the air as he took her hard
from behind, the sound of their bodies meeting a rhythmic slap.
    She was so sensitized from all that he’d done
to her and she could feel her orgasm bearing down on her like a
landslide. It felt like every one of her senses was cut off except
for feeling him pounding inside of her and the orgasm that was
coming faster and faster toward her.
    “Don’t come, Christy.” He continued to slam
into her. “Remember, consequences.”
    By then she didn’t care. She needed to come
so badly and there was no way she could go back now. Her orgasm
slammed into her. Her body jerked and her core contracted around
his cock. She felt him throbbing inside of her even as everything
pulsated within her.
    She sagged, exhausted but happily sated, as
he moved away and then he lowered her to the mat.
    He released her from the hogtie and helped
her to her feet, then brought her into his arms and kissed her
forehead.
    For a long moment he held her before drawing
back and frowning at her. “I told you not to come.”
    “I couldn’t help it.” She gave him a pleading
look.
    He shook his head. “There is no excuse for
not obeying.”
    “I’m sorry.” She wasn’t but it seemed like he
was waiting for something.
    “You’re not sorry,” he said, echoing her
thoughts. “You will be.”
    He sounded so ominous that her stomach
twisted.
    He led her to the bed in one corner with the
metal headboard with numerous rings on it. Chains hung from the
overhead frame above it.
    Whips and chains, oh my.
    Her cuffs jangled as she walked and her
nipple noose bells jingled. “Stand here.” He took her by the
shoulders and forced her to stay at the foot of the bed. He went
back to the wall of toys and took some cloths out of a drawer and
returned.
    He picked up the ball gag that he’d dropped
earlier and wiped it off with one of the cloths. “Open up.” He
pushed the ball into her mouth, forcing her jaws wide. Then she saw
that the other was actually an eye patch blindfold. He put it on
her, leaving her in the dark.
    What did he have in mind now?
    “On your back.” He guided her to the