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Bought & Paid For Ch. 03

By: CharmingVixen



Risk paced his living room with only a towel wrapped around his waist for cover. His mind had been made up in the shower while Ivory watched him masturbate. He would pay her debts and then buy the house for her mother, and she would be free to come or go as she pleased. He wanted her to come freely.

Risk raised his phone, realizing at this late hour that he could accomplish only so much, but just the same he began leaving messages that would be carried out post haste in the morning. 

Almost two hours later Risk returned to the bedroom to find Ivory asleep. A wave of desire swept through him looking at her swollen lips and thinking of how vulnerable she was in her unconscious state. He wanted to spread her thighs and fuck her before going to sleep himself, but she looked so peaceful, and he had been hard on her sexually despite the fact that he had taken her virginity a mere few hours before. She responded to his every touch and advance like a trained whore; was it any wonder that he wanted to treat her like one? 

Risk's desires and fantasies got the better of him and before he realized what he was doing he had swept the blanket that was lightly covering Ivory from the bed. 

Ivory didn't move as Risk pushed her thighs apart and positioned himself at her entrance. 

Risk felt another wave of fire sweep through him as he acknowledged that she was still wet for him even in her sleep. Gently, he eased the tip of his penis into her dewy entrance and felt her tense slightly. As Risk continued to press forward, Ivory's flesh began to soften and embrace his forceful length. 

Ivory awoke slowly from sleep to a pressure between her legs. She experienced a wave of varying emotions. Joy at his presence and the ripples of pleasure that were already whispering through her. Anger that he thought he could walk away from her and still have her whenever he wanted. And finally dismay that her body should welcome his even while she was unaware. 

Despite these warring emotions, joy won out as Ivory wrapped her legs tightly behind Risk's back. Risk began thrusting deeper, enjoying the friction and the obvious pleasure on her face. Still, thoughts of her earlier taunt, that he bored her, played in the back of his mind.

Risk swiftly switched positions, repositioning Ivory's ankles on his shoulders. 

"Ohhh," Ivory gave out a low moan as the deepness of Risk's thrusts took on a new dimension. The intimacy and newness of the position and the savagery that Risk exerted as he continued to pound into her yielding folds was overwhelming. 

Risk felt the tremors chasing through Ivory's body, felt her flesh clenching around his length, and her nails clawing into his back as he kept her on the edge of her pleasure, and still he was not satisfied.

Risk shifted again, bending Ivory's knees and spreading them wide as he pushed them down on the mattress and continued to thrust. Ivory felt as though she was being offered as a sacrifice: open, displayed, and vulnerable. She didn't understand the angry passion that was driving Risk. Why his grip on her knees was so firm. Why he was relentlessly thrusting into her, denying her the ultimate pleasure, but forcing pleasure upon pleasure upon pleasure. 

"Please," she begged.

"Keep begging," Risk demanded, "Keep begging and maybe I'll have mercy.

"Please," Ivory whispered twisting her head as she tried to deal with the pleasure; urgently she began pushing against his shoulders.

Risk grabbed Ivory's wrists, constraining them in one hand as he continued to make demands on her body. "Do I bore you," he demanded.

"No," Ivory refuted. "No, no, no. Please Risk. Please. Please. Please."

Ivory continued to beg, lost in a storm of pleasure, unable to deny Risk anything, unable to coherently understand what she was saying.

"Will you stay with me, and be my mistress for as long as I desire," Risk demanded, not willing to settle for her capitulation to his earlier request.

Ivory heard him through the haze of her desire and tried to decipher what he was saying. He wanted her to stay with him as his mistress. He wanted her to continue to whore for him. He wasn't going to help her after all.

So what, she argued with herself. So what if he doesn't pay my debts. I'll find a way. And isn't the pleasure worth staying in his bed no matter what the condition? Besides, it's not whoring if he's not paying, and clearly he doesn't intend to.

Unaware of her silent battle, Risk took her silence for a denial and shifted positions yet again, determined to get her to stay, to admit that she needed this. 

Risk roughly shifted Ivory onto her stomach and forced her ass up into the air for his pleasure. Ivory tensed as she felt the tip of him prodding her puckering protesting hole. 

"Stop," she insisted, partly in fear, not sure if he would hear her, if he would heed her, if he would care. "Stop! It's enough. I'll stay. Please, Risk."

Risk heard her, as if from a distance, telling him what he wanted to hear, but still it wasn't enough for his raging body. He wanted to tear into her and erase the traces of innocence he could still see on her face. He wanted to introduce her to all the ways that a man could pleasure a woman and vise versa. He wanted to spend the remainder of the day, the week, as long as it took to erase every other man from her mind. To make her want him to obsession . . . as he wanted her. 

Risk abruptly vaulted off the bed. Yes, he realized, I am obsessed. One part of him felt like shrugging and regarding it as yet another of the many risks he had been willing to take throughout his life, but another part felt concern that he should be so obsessed over a girl he barely knew.

For the third time in the span of a few hours Risk turned his back on Ivory and walked away. 

Ivory rolled over on the bed partially relieved and partially spitting mad. Who the hell did he think he was walking away from her yet again? Would it never end? First in the kitchen, then in the bathroom, now from the very bed where he was intent up until a few seconds ago of ravishing her. No girl likes to have her ass taken in anger, but she could have been persuaded. 

Ivory stalked over to the shower and proceeded to take another shower, this time alone. 

If he is not in the bedroom when I go in then I will leave, Ivory promised herself as she roughly toweled her hair dry. 

Ivory pattered into the bedroom loosely wrapped in her towel to find that Risk was not in the bedroom. Ivory stormed through the apartment looking for him. She hadn't heard a door so he couldn't have left. 

The kitchen was empty, as was the living room, the study. Ivory stopped short outside the spare bedroom wondering what she would do if he wasn't in there. I'll just leave, she promised herself yet again. 

Ivory opened the door prepared to suffer further disappointment, but Risk was there, asleep in the spare bed. Naked as usual. 

So the sex was great, Ivory thought, as she stood over Risk devouring him with her eyes. So what. She could do without the sex. Besides, did she really have time for a sex life that would take up even more of the precious time that she should be working? Not really. 

Ivory stood there for countless moments debating back and forth whether to go or stay. Finally, common sense won out. She just couldn't afford the emotional roller coaster being with him one night had started and she couldn't afford to waste her time seeking after pleasure. Just once more. One more time and I'll go. 

Ivory walked back to the master bedroom and took a few ties out of the closet before returning to the guest room. If this was going to be the last time then she had to make sure it was special. 

Ivory gently climbed onto the bed and began to tie Risk's arms to the bed post. Having secured Risk's wrists, Ivory settled down to restrain his ankles. Ivory completed her task with a satisfied smile; her survival training classes had come in handy after all. Who ever thought a knot could be so important? 

Ivory sat up and looked over her handy work. She hated to tie Risk down, but if Risk were free to move as he liked before she had achieved her goal, she would lose control of the situation and he would make it so she wouldn't want to leave. She had to finish this tonight and walk away. 

Ivory kneeled in between Risk's legs and gave him a light tongue bath. She knew he found her mouth on him pleasurable. He began to grow under tongue even before he was fully awake. 

Risk became aware of a tongue moving on his length and figured he must be dreaming, but as he opened his eyes he could see Ivory's head moving around and her hair feathering over his thighs and his stomach and she continued her work. Automatically Risk reached to grab her hair and guide her action, only then realizing that he was restrained. 

Ivory realized the minute Risk realized his predicament, because despite whatever pleasure she was giving him, he tensed under her and grew very still. 

"Untie me," he whispered in a deceptively calm and silky tone. 

"I can't," Ivory answered, continuing to lick. "Please understand," she said as she took the head of his penis into her mouth and began to suck viciously on it. 

Risk groaned in the back of his throat, angry and aroused all in the same moment. 

"If you don't untie me, then you'll be sorry," he warned.

"I'm already sorry," Ivory whispered. "Already trapped, already ensnared, but I'm still going to walk away. You can't hold me here." 

Ivory moved her head up to Risk's stomach and let her tongue play around his belly button. Allowing her hair to run along Risk's torso, Ivory took each of Risk's nipples into her mouth, laving and then nipping at each nub.

Risk was torn between focusing on the pleasure and demanding that Ivory not leave. Her promise to leave meant that his gamble hadn't paid off. He would lose her, and yet it wasn't over yet. She was still here, in his bed, and she described herself as trapped. Trapped meant no escape. It wasn't over yet.

"Why did you tie me up," he queried.

"So I could fuck your brains out. Why else," Ivory answered, trying to make light of the situation. "Why are you making this so difficult? Why all the chit chat?" Ivory frantically searched her mind to find something that would stop him from pursuing conversation. If he continued to talk she wouldn't want to leave. 

Ivory's eyes lit up as she looked into Risk's eyes; she knew what to say.

Ivory allowed a slightly malicious smile to play over her lips, before finishing all conversation between her and Risk by simply saying, "You know, all this conversation is really starting to bore me."

Risk knew her game. He hadn't gotten this old and this rich without having people jerk him around and try to trip him up. But he would play her game if she wanted to, for now.

"It's a shame you're bored," he answered insolently, "But as you are controlling the action, then I guess it is you who is boring."

Ivory's eyes widened in surprise. She couldn't believe he would call her boring. She had done everything he had asked. She had refused him nothing, technically. Boring. She would show him.

Ivory climbed off of Risk and walked out of the bedroom. Risk closed his eyes, trying to deal with the sense of loss that overwhelmed him. 

Ivory frantically searched the fridge for something like what she was looking for. Trust Risk to be a true bachelor and not have a lot of food in the house. Ivory closed the refrigerator door and began to search the cabinets. Nothing there either. Ivory let out an exasperated sigh as she turned to leave the kitchen, and of course, there on the table was a bunch of bananas. Perfectly acceptable for what she was looking for. 

Ivory swiped a banana and headed back into the bedroom. Risk opened his eyes as she walked back into the bedroom. He hadn't dared hope she was staying when he heard the cabinet doors opening and closing. 

Ivory strolled over to the bed and sat on Risk's thighs and spread her legs wide open. She parted the folds of her pussy lips and ran a finger tip up and down her slit until she was soaking wet. Risk watched in total fascination as her finger continued to stroke up and down. Ivory slid the banana in between her dewy folds and together they watched as it disappeared. Ivory's breath caught in her throat as she pulled it out and thrust it in again. 

Risk strained against his bounds desperate to touch and to taste Ivory. Ivory continued to thrust the banana mercilessly in and out until she felt the shudders of pleasure chase through her. She let out a long satisfied moan and collapsed against Risk. 

They lay together for a while, Ivory spent, Risk with a raging hard on straining towards her. After a few moments Ivory sat up. She looked down at Risk's desperate flesh, so beautiful, begging for attention. 

Ivory crawled off the bed and left the room for a moment. She returned to the master bedroom to get dressed and call a cab. From there she went back into the guest bedroom. Ivory kissed Risk, letting her tongue learn the contours of his mouth. She sadly closed her eyes as she realized this was the first kiss they had shared. Ivory deepened the kiss, desperate for this one last taste to be memorable. 

Ivory reluctantly pulled away, untying one of Risk's wrists as she did so. "I'm sorry if you were bored, but I excited the hell our of myself," she told him saucily before walking away. 

Risk struggled to untie his other wrist and his ankles, but he heard the lift doors closing before he could complete his task and knew that Ivory was gone.

Bought & Paid For Ch. 04



Ivory thanked the porter before settling herself into the waiting taxi. Having given the cab driver her address, Ivory huddled back in the seat lost in thought. 

Granted, she hadn't handled the situation with the greatest of diplomacy and tact, but she had managed to get away. For a while there, lost in Risk's passionate eyes, she hadn't thought she would be able to leave. Who could leave behind such bliss?

Ivory felt the strongest temptation to slide her hand in between her thighs and test the dampness that was still evident. To let her mind wonder back over the ground that she had traveled with Risk. 

Ivory's hand slowly trailed down to the hem of her skirt before reality struck. Hardly the time or the place, and more importantly, best not to start anything that couldn't be finished. 

Ivory sighed and settled further into the seat sightlessly watching the scenery pass by. 

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"I don't care what it costs; I want it first thing tomorrow," Risk growled before shutting off the phone in his hand. His P.I. was working on compiling a file of the history of Ivory Skye. He could easily access her address and phone number from the contracts his lawyer was drawing up, but he wanted to know what made Ivory tick from the top of her head to the soles of her feet before he engaged her in battle again.

He had underestimated her twice now. He didn't think she had it in her to bring her own self pleasure while he watched, and he hadn't thought she would actually leave. 

Risk ran a hand through his hair upsetting the elegant style that it naturally fell into. He would have her back no matter what it took.. 

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The following evening, Ivory stared back at her reflection as she put in her long silver earrings. Another day, another assignment. 

Ivory flipped her hair just so over her left eye and began the tedious process of teasing it to look as though she had just rolled out of bed and wouldn't mind getting back in. Escorts were paid to carry off a look and, more often than not, perpetrate a façade. 

Ivory was just applying lipstick to her bottom lip when the phone rang. Ivory lifted the receiver with a ready greeting and a false smile in her voice, as had become her custom since the past evening. "Hello," she greeted.

"Hello," said the deep sexy voice on the other end of the line.

Ivory's breath stilled in her throat. It couldn't be.

"I'm sorry, who is this? I don't believe I recognize the voice," Ivory returned, trying to sound coolly polite and wholly uninterested.

Risk chuckled down the line, causing unknown chills to race up Ivory's spine. "I'm disappointed. After last night I had begun to think I was unforgettable."

Ivory breathed a sigh of mild relief. At least he had made no mention to her tying him up. That would be too embarrassing in the cold light of day, or night as it were.

"Ah, yes. Now I think I remember," Ivory answered, trying for calm.

"I want to see you tonight. What time can I come get you," Risk impatiently asked, anxious to see her again, anxious to have her body at his mercy again.

"I can't," Ivory mumbled, not having the backbone to outright tell him "no."

"I think you can," Risk negated, knowing that Ivory wouldn't be holding her job as an escort for much longer. Not if he had anything to say about it, and as far as Risk was concerned, he had everything to say about it.

"I work tonight," Ivory said by way of excuse. Then, realizing she probably sounded weak and but for her job she would see him whenever he wanted. Putting more steel into her voice, Ivory tried again. "As it happens, I work every night, and even if I didn't, I would hardly want to spend any more time with you. Being a sex toy was fun for one night, but I could hardly carry on that way as a lifestyle," Ivory finished, mentally patting herself on the back for being assertive and firm. 

"I bought your house," Risk briskly bit out, not liking Ivory's self righteous tone one bit. That ought to give her something to think about. 

"What," Ivory asked, thinking she must have misheard Risk. It has almost sounded like he said he bought her house, but that couldn't be right. She hadn't stayed the night, in fact she had run out on him. He most certainly couldn't have said that. 

"And I had it transferred over into your mother's name," Risk continued as though Ivory hadn't spoken. 

"You had no right," Ivory angrily informed Risk. 

"I also paid off your father's debt, and I had every right. If I'm not mistaken, that was a right you gave me last night when you left the casino with me. The understanding being that if you pleased me then I might decide to pay the debt in full," Risk threw in Ivory's face with relish, knowing that she wouldn't welcome a reminder of how they had originally met up. He knew she also wouldn't be pleased to remember that theirs was not a normal relationship founded on a mutual and undeniable attraction. If it had been, then her no would have been good enough, but as it stood . . . 

Risk silently waited for the moment when Ivory would get her wits back and retaliate with scathing reply. He was somewhat disappointed when Ivory rejoined with a very morose and withdrawn, "Yes, but I wouldn't call walking out in the middle of the night very pleasing".

"You seemed rather pleased to me. Shaking with pleasure if I recall the situation correctly," Risk tacked on, bating Ivory with every word.

"I'll repay you the money," Ivory vowed.

"And how do you intend to do that," Risk questioned with a slightly ironic, if not mocking, tone. 

"Not with my body, that's for sure," Ivory answered, finally showing a taste of the feistiness Risk knew she was capable of. 

"Come out to dinner with me tonight," Risk repeated.

"Why? So I can be dessert? No, thank you," Ivory denied him, knowing that if she gave in to him again there would be no going back, no walking away. "And besides, I told you, I already have a date for tonight." 

"Work isn't a date. It's a very breakable commitment, especially in light of the fact that you don't have to work anymore. There are benefits to being a rich man's play thing," Risk said, taking note of the indrawn breath of outrage he could hear down the line. 

"Is that how you see me," Ivory questioned very quietly.

"No," Risk answered noncommittally. 

Ivory slammed the phone down to stop his lying voice from invading her head. How could he regulate her to a sex toy in one breath and then deny having even said the words in the next. 

Ivory sighed in exasperation as the phone rang again. Ivory walked away refusing to acknowledge the persistent ringing. A few second later the ringing stopped, but not because Risk had given up as Ivory had hoped. 

Ivory could hear the low murmur of her mother's voice down the hall. Dear God, please don't let her be on the phone with him, she silently prayed; but her prayers went unanswered on this occasion. 

As Ivory inched closer to her mother's room she heard her saying, "Yes, I had noticed that Ivory came in rather late last night. I was hoping she was with someone special and not another one of her party friends." A slight pause, then, "Oh, how nice. Well I'm glad she finally met someone she can connect with. She's been very tense since her father died. Always on the go. Probably trying to deal with the pain." Another pause, "Well, listen dear, I'll tell her you're on your way. I'll look forward to seeing you this evening. Alright. Bye."

Ivory didn't waste any time in making her presence known and questioning her mother. "Who was that," she asked a little more shrilly than she had intended. 

"A friend of yours," her mother answered, oblivious to the tension in the air. "Said he ran into you last night and he got all tied up talking to you. A very sweet young man. He said he asked you to stay the night in light of the late hour, but that you were insistent on returning home to me. I must say, I appreciate your devotion darling, but he sounded absolutely breathtaking on the phone, and I'll be alright if you leave me here alone for a night or two. It's not as though I have nothing to do. Here tonight, I'm going out to the theatre with Jane. You remember Jane, she helps to organize the charity for the orphanages every year and she does such a good job working with the little kiddies. This past year alone . . ."

Eliese's voice faded from Ivory's mind as she tried to assimilate what Risk had dared to do. Lightly touching all over the fact that she had tied him up; worse, that she had ran out in the middle of the night. She was surprised her mother hadn't caught on to what he was saying, but he was clever, she would give him that. She would give him a hell of a lot more than that if he dared show up on her door step. 

"Mom," Ivory blurted out, interrupting her mother in the middle of one of her long speeches on the current social whirl, "Did I hear you mention that he was stopping by tonight?"

"Oh, yes, dear. He said he should be over shortly. Wanted to take you and I to dinner, but I told him I was previously engaged and you two could have the night to yourselves," Eliese finished. 

Ivory stood by silently fuming while her mother began humming softly under her breath as she put the finishing touches on her makeup. 

Eliese glanced in the mirror one last time to see that everything was in place before kissing Ivory on the cheek and heading towards the stairs. "Jane and I will be back pretty late so you don't need to rush your "chat" or whatever it is you two will be having," Eliese called over her shoulder with a chuckle. 

Ivory returned to her own room to finish dressing. Picking up the brush, Ivory angrily raked it through her hair while thinking about the audacity and pompousness of Risk to just invite himself over. Well hell would freeze over before she fell into that trap again.

Ivory gave a startled squeak as she felt two large male hands close over her hips. Risk's deep chuckle sounded in her ear. 

Furious, Ivory demanded, "How did you get in here?"

"Your mother and I crossed paths on her way out. She pointed me in the right direction, not that I could imagine having trouble finding someone as delectable as you," Risk murmured into Ivory's neck while caressing her hips. 

"Take your hands off me," Ivory ordered imperiously brushing Risk's hands from her hips. "I didn't invite you here, nor do I want you here. You may have purchased the rights to this house, but you have no rights to me."

Risk secured one arm around Ivory's waist holding her immobile. With his free hand, Risk took inventory of her assets. His hand skimmed from her throat to her knees where he caught the fabric of her dress and headed back up. 

Ivory struggled against Risk to loosen his hold, and at the very least to move her dress out of the way from his questing fingers. She opened her mouth to protest his manhandling of her, only to have the words catch in her throat as Risk's hand made contact with the dampness of her panties. 

Risk wasted no time in pushing Ivory's panties to the side and running his fingers up and down her lush folds, covering his fingers with her slickness. Once his fingers were dripping wet with Ivory's excitement, Risk began to thrust three of them gently inside her. 

"I would stop thrashing about if I were you," Risk warned Ivory. "Having your tight ass brushing against my cock is not helping your situation any. If you're not careful, I might lose all the self control I have and take you over this counter right now." 

"Yes please," Ivory panted, ashamed and desperate in the same breath. "Please, please, please," Ivory continued to beg, deliberately pressing against Risk and rocking her hips to the movement of his thrusting fingers. 

Risk didn't need a further invitation, and freed his penis with one hand, while spreading her legs further with the other. Ivory and Risk's eyes locked in the mirror a second before he thrust into her. Ivory closed her eyes on a sigh of pleasure.

"Open your eyes," Risk demanded. "I want you to see yourself for what you are."

Ivory opened her dazed eyes, too caught up in what he was doing to her, what he was making her feel, to concentrate fully on what he was trying to make her see.

"What do you see," he questioned, slowing down his thrusts and taking the force out of them, leaving Ivory with in an ultimately unsatisfying predicament. There was no way she could climax at this rate, and Ivory bristled in disappointment. 

Ivory adjusted her vision looking more closely at the reflection in the mirror. She saw undoubtedly what he saw, the two of them fully dressed fucking over her vanity. 

Ivory answered him saucily based on her observations, "I see the two of us fucking."

"Wrong answer," Risk chided, as he began to run small circles around Ivory's clit. "If you were looking closely, you would see your breasts jiggling with each thrust, the pebbled nipples begging for my attention. Which I will give in due time," Risk promised. "Try again."

"I see you fucking," Ivory taunted over her shoulder. 

"It is not just me fucking you that is there to be seen. There is also you spreading your legs open just the smallest bit wider to allow me greater access. Tilting your head back so that I can suck on your neck and lick your ears. You will see what is there before I take this any further," Risk informed Ivory coldly, as he withdrew from her completely and left only his hand still circling her clit. 

Ivory whimpered at the loss and immediately backed up to try and regain his length in her hot dripping channel. 

"And now you see how despite the defiant little words you uttered, you still crave my possession," Risk finished. Ivory continued to move in motion with Risk's fingers, but she refused to say anything in reply to his demands and closed her eyes to escape his questioning stare. 

Risk exploded with his frustration and his anger, "How can you deny this passion that burns between us when the heat of your passion is setting fire to my fingers even now?"

Ivory's only answer was to turn around in Risk's arms, prop her bottom on the edge of the vanity, and spread her legs wide.

Risk stared down at Ivory in silence, not touching any part of her, except with his eyes, daring her to admit defeat.

"We've already run this scene, and as I recall it the last time you lost," Risk derided. "You can't resist me and I don't know why you even try," Risk finished challengingly before putting his hand on the flat above her pelvis and pressing down sharply.

Ivory bit her lip to try and stifle the moan of pure pleasure that caught in her throat, but was unsuccessful in smothering it completely as a light gasp filled the room. 

"Beg me to fuck you and tell me how much you need this, and then I will give you the pleasure that you crave," Risk demanded. 

Ivory opened her mouth to refuse Risk, but before she could get a word out Risk cut her off. "Don't get any ideas in that pretty head of yours of throwing my words back in my face or of denying me. If you say no, then I will not press the issue. I will fuck you within in an inch of your life and you will give in anyways. There can be only one end. And as I am sexually superior to you, I will undoubtedly win this round," Risk informed Ivory. "Think carefully before you speak," Risk cautioned.

Heedless of Risk's level of volatility, Ivory defiantly yelled, "You can take your offer and go to hell with it." Ivory reluctantly moved to get off the vanity, angry at the way things had turned out between them. Ruined. 

Risk chuckled before quickly moving to intercept Ivory before she could lift herself off the vanity. Ivory was in the process of lifting herself into a sitting position when pleasure flowed through her again as Risk pressed in on her pelvis. Ivory paused in her activities as she waited for the pleasure to die down slightly. It was all the hesitation Risk needed.

Risk pushed Ivory firmly on her back and lifted her ankles to his shoulders before thrusting deeply into her. Ivory had barely caught her breath before Risk repeated the motion. 

God, how does he do it, Ivory thought to herself. How does he know every way to please a woman? How did he know which positions would allow him deeper access? 

Wake up, Ivory's conscience chided. How do you think he knows? He must have slept with every woman he's met since he was twelve.

Ivory stiffened underneath Risk at the thought. Risk didn't hesitate in the slightest as Ivory withdrew from him mentally. He could pull her body back into the vortex of pleasure easily enough. Risk spread Ivory's ankles further apart and sank lower over her body with each thrust, pushing in deep enough to touch Ivory's womb. 

Risk put more force and speed behind his thrusts causing a slight sweat to break out all over his body. Risk refused to acknowledge his own pleasure as he continued to watch Ivory's slightest reaction to his motions. 

Ivory clenched and unclenched her fists at her side trying to reign in the pleasure, feeling a burst of renewed pleasure each time Risk penetrated her. She continued her efforts to fight down her mounting desire by wildly twisting against the delightful friction each time Risk moved to withdraw. Neither her thrashing or her loud moans made even the slightest difference to the pleasure that was racing over her. 

Risk rested one of Ivory's ankles on his shoulder and let his hand drift down her body to tangle in her tight curls. Risk allowed his thumb to roughly swirl around Ivory's clitoris, causing her to flinch away, yet her hips rose in response to his driving rhythm causing even greater friction as she pushed herself against him. Ivory shuddered violently under Risk as the pleasure overwhelmed her. 

Risk picked Ivory up off the vanity and carried her a few feet over to the wall, where he used it to support her back as he hoisted her up and onto his turgid flesh for another round. Ivory was dripping wet and shaking with pleasure trying hard to get a grip on her emotions. 

"Please," she begged, as he continued thrusting into her. Risk bent his knees for leverage and continued to pound into Ivory's already sated flesh. 

Ivory secured her hands on Risk's shoulders trying to anchor herself to a solid surface, all the while begging, for mercy or more pleasure she couldn't be sure. And Risk wasn't sure either, and the fact that he didn't know the spirit behind Ivory's pleas only moved to rile his anger further. 

Risk looked at Ivory's half closed eyes, her parted lips releasing sighs of pleasure, and her hands grasping his arms, and felt as though he had been slapped. Ivory was loving the pleasure not suffering from it, and the more he gave her the more satiated she became with it. The less likely it became that he would hear the words he so longed to hear. 

Risk reared back, and carried Ivory over to the bed, dumping her on it. Ivory blinked up at him in surprise. "Stand up, Risk demanded. Ivory immediately complied, willing to do anything to keep the pleasure flowing. 

"Spread your legs," Risk demanded as he slid onto the bed and positioned the lower half of his body under Ivory. "Now sit," Risk instructed, and Ivory obediently did so, turning half way around to see Risk's face, awaiting further instruction.

"Put your hands on my knees and lower yourself onto me," Risk guided. Ivory did as he asked and found that she was in a position to ride him with more control over the pleasure than straddling him facing forward. This position gave her the freedom to move unrestricted without his gaze inhibiting her, and without her arms or thighs getting tired from maintaining the motion as she could use his knees for easier leverage and a smoother ride. 




Bought & Paid For Ch. 04



Ivory began to gently move upon Risk, riding harder and faster as she became more comfortable with the position. Risk raised his hands, tangling one in Ivory's hair, pulling her head back, and reaching the other around her slick body to cup her breast and tease the peak. 

Ivory felt herself cresting the wave and clenched Risk's knees harder, bracing herself for the pleasure, when suddenly Risk moved his hands to her waist and tightened his hold preventing any further movement on her part. Ivory turned towards Risk, panting in her aggravation. 

Risk met Ivory's eyes and felt her acute annoyance, but knew that she was nowhere near where he wanted her, so he baited her, saying, "Are you ready to tell me what this means to you? How much you need this?"

Ivory immediately started to argue. "I don't need . . . mmmm," Ivory ended as Risk used his grip on her waist to move Ivory in the exact same motion she had previously struck up. Risk only had to force the motion a few times, before she took it up as her own once again. 

Ivory quickly lost herself in the same rhythm, quickly pushing herself to the edge, when Risk again exerted himself to stop her activities. 

"Alright. Fine," Ivory whispered, defeated, "You win. Again. I need this." 

Risk felt joy in his heart as he heard Ivory's admission, and yet it wasn't enough. He needed more, and so he pressed her for more. "How much do you need this," he asked.

"No," Ivory denied him. "No." You'll get no more out of me than what you asked for. You asked me to beg; I did. You asked me to say I needed this; I did. You didn't ask me to spread my soul before you so you could pick the pieces away until there was nothing left."

Silence prevailed while Risk struggled to think of what to say, while Ivory tried to reason her preoccupation with Risk. 

Finally Ivory sighed, and moved to get off of Risk. As she dismounted she quickly began explaining herself before she lost all courage. "Look Risk, this time with you has been time out of time, but it's over. Get up. Get dressed. Get out."

Ivory busied herself with straightening her clothes and repairing her makeup, anything to distract herself from the picture Risk made lying in the bed. 

"So tell me," Risk asked after watching Ivory parade around for a few moments, "How many times are we going to play this little scene before you see reason. You want me. And I want you."

Risk watched Ivory raise her eyebrow at that comment. "Tell me something I don't know," she threw over her shoulder. "So we want each other. This isn't the first time you've wanted something and didn't get it, and I'm sure it won't be the last."

"Actually," Risk answered, "This would have been the first time, if I wasn't so sure that I will have you still. Even if common sense doesn't dictate to you that we belong together, then give yourself to me because I bought you. I spent $1.5 million dollars to give you a knew life. Is that worth nothing to you?"

Ivory turned around in a rage at that comment. "How dare you?" Risk said nothing. Watching dispassionately as Ivory finally gave him the fireworks he had been longing for. "The money wasn't an issue earlier when all you wanted was to take me to dinner and then get me in bed, but now that you've had your fuck for the day I guess the money becomes something of substance once again. Well, my feelings haven't changed. I will repay you the money."

Risk opened his mouth to refute her claim. She didn't have the means of repaying the money, but before he could get a word out, Ivory shushed him with an angry motion of her hand, and continued with her tirade. 

"If I have to escort every male in the city every minute of every day and sleep with them for a big fat tip, then I will do it, but I will never come within touching distance of you again," Ivory tossed at Risk.

"Don't you think you're being a little dramatic," Risk asked. "It's just sex. Sex that you crave and but for the money, the sex wouldn't even be an issue between us. Give up this stupid notion you have of working and pay off your debt in my bed. I'll be good to you. You need never worry about me abusing your "affections," Risk finished, laughing sardonically. 

"How long," Ivory asked calmly.

"How long what," Risk questioned.

"How long do I have to sleep with you," Ivory asked. "How many nights in your bed will equal $1.5 million dollars?"

"How much do you think you're worth a night? I imagine some nights you would give more than others and I would want to compensate you for that accordingly," Risk drawled in his wickedly insolent tone. 

"Since I'm little more than a high priced whore, then how about $2,000 per night? So if I spend almost every night with you then lets say a little over two and a half years. Deal?" Ivory replied, not missing a beat.

"And if I tire of you before then, how do I recoup my lost funds," Risk asked, dedicated to seeing the conversation to its bitter end.

"I'll pay the remainder in cash," Ivory promised. 

"I have a better deal," Risk began. Ivory felt a cold dread enclose her at Risk's words, knowing she should dread what was to come. Risk hadn't become wealthy by being stupid.

"Be my mistress for six months. Live with me, sleep with me, appear socially with me for six months, and you can pronounce yourself debt free at the end of that time. Deal?" Risk finished in a parody of Ivory's own words.

Ivory mulled over Risk's terms and realized that in the long run she would never emotionally survive, but in the short run, she would have what she was after: financial freedom from creditors, from Risk, and the chance to start a new life with her mother. 

"I have to iron a few points out with my mother, but all in all it sounds like a deal," Ivory agreed. As soon as the words were out of her mouth Ivory regretted them. She saw something altogether unholy come to life in Risk's eyes and backed up a few steps in fear.

"Come here," Risk invited, "And seal this deal with me."



Bought & Paid For Ch. 05



Ivory took a few tentative steps towards Risk, but decided to start out as she meant to go on. She stopped in the middle of her journey to his side and asked him very coolly, "Is tonight part of day one or not?"

"Which answer will I have to give to get what I want from you right now," Risk rejoined. 

"Well I don't work for free darling," Ivory drawled sarcastically. "You figure it out."

Risk took an immediate dislike to her new persona, but decided to let it go. It wouldn't last long once he got her on her back. "Tonight starts the six months, now come here."

Ivory moved over to his side and leaned over to give him a quick peck on the cheek. 

Risk raised his eyebrow at her "kiss." "Did I miss something," he enquired with less patience than he would have preferred. 

"Nothing at all," Ivory denied. "But seeing as to how we just had sex, I thought you'd like to rest before engaging in another round."

"If I'm to get my money's worth, then I should have you on your back every moment you're awake," Risk drawled. "But you're right; enough's enough for one night. Pack your bags. We'll leave in an hour." 

"I can't just leave and not tell my mother where I'm going," Ivory denied him hotly. 

"From what I could tell, your mother would like nothing so much as for you to go out and have some fun. In fact, when your mother left me here I got the distinct impression that she wouldn't mind at all if I fucked your brains out."

"Well you certainly met her expectations in that regards," Ivory returned in anger. 

"You're outrageously beautiful when you're angry," Risk complimented, watching Ivory's eyes bristle as they darkened to midnight blue. "Get packed. I'll be waiting downstairs." 

Risk walked down the winding staircases thinking over his impromptu offer. He had never asked a woman to live with him ever, and now he'd just invited a stranger into his home. He'd taken greater risks and lived to tell the tale, what was one more? He smiled as he looked at his watch. "Fifty-eighty minutes," he called up the stairs. He heard Ivory's 'Whatever,' and sat down to wait with a smile on his face.

Ivory sulked around the room pulling a few items from the closet and mumbling under her breath all the while. She was just zipping up her bag when she heard the phone ring. She turned to snatch it up, but it stopped ringing before she could get her hands on it. 

On a premonition, she picked the phone up anyway, expecting to be met with a dial tone. Instead she was greeted by Risk's cool tones indicating that she would no longer be working. 

"No, she unfortunately cannot work out two weeks notice. She has had an urgent family problem arise." 

Ivory marveled that he didn't even hesitate as he uttered the lie. But what else should she expect from such a manipulative controlling megalomaniac? Ivory quietly put down the received, not wishing to hear anymore.

Ivory finished packing and descended the stairs with twenty minutes to spare, not liking the idea of him getting idle and coming back upstairs to remind himself why she was worth so much money. 

"Prompt. I like that." He kissed the side of her cheek as she had kissed his earlier, but he continued with the motion trailing light nibbles down the side of her jaw and ending at her mouth. He leaned in for one of his deep evocative kisses, slowly exploring her mouth, inviting her to participate. She tried to resist his seductive tongue, but he won her over in the end and she fell into the kiss like she did everything else dealing with him. He pulled away only when she reached her arms up to curl them around his neck. 

They completed the drive to his home in near silence. It was broken only once when she commented that they were not going the right way.

"I think I know how to get home." 

And that's me told off, she mused, so she kept her mouth shut and let him drive. 

After passing through two gates they drove a quarter mile through what had to be hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of trees, fountains, and landscaping before pulling in front of a four story house. Well, mansion was a better word for it, she corrected herself. It was all gleaming cream and peach on the outside with flood lights pointed every which way.

She was still gazing at the property in awe as he came around and opened her door, taking her bag and guiding her up the front stairs. 

"This is your house?" she asked somewhat stupidly, wondering why he would keep an apartment, no matter how fabulous, only 30 minutes away. 

"Who else's would it be?" he snapped, not understanding her obtuse line of questioning.

"Then why do you own that apartment, if you have a house this wonderful to come home to?" she snapped back, not liking his impatient tone one bit. And she was supposed to live with him for 6 months. Huh! 

"I need a place to take my one night stands, bimbo's, mistresses, and other bits on the side."

"Un-huh." Ivory decided to keep all further questions to herself. Who wanted to hear those kinds of answers? Honestly.

"I'll introduce you to the staff before I go to work tomorrow morning. I'll have Millie give you a tour of the house after breakfast. In the meantime, are you hungry?"

Ivory tried and failed to interpret his enigmatic look. "Not really."

"Good. Lets go to bed then."

Ivory followed him up the stairs not at all surprised that they were going to bed so early. It wasn't as if they would be sleeping and she did have an exorbitant salary to earn.

Risk spent only a moment getting her familiarized with the layout of his bedroom and the connecting bathroom. The breath caught in her throat at the sheer size of the shower. Plenty of room for monkey business in there, and if his past antics were any indication, he would be taking full advantage of it.

She went unresisting into his arms making swift work of the buttons on his shirt before moving down to his pants. Risk stood before her, a hard and dominating example of all that was right in the world, and Ivory helplessly gave in to the desire his physical perfection invoked.

Standing before him fully clothed, Ivory brushed her lips across his chest, her left hand tangling with his as she brought it up to her mouth. She sucked first one finger into her mouth, playing with it as she sucked it just a little deeper before sliding her mouth almost off the glistening digit, repeating the steps again and again adding the gentle glide of her tongue and the erotic vibrations of her moans. 

Ivory maintained eye contact with Risk the entire time she paid decisive attention to his left hand and felt his body stiffen against hers. The tiny shivers that chased between her thighs were just a small part of what she had to endure for the greater good of this charade. 

She led him over to the bed and pushed him down onto it, pulling her dress up, easing her panties off, and climbing onto the bed. He stared up into her dewy folds and licked his lips, his intentions clear, but she slid down his hard length before he could do more than form the thought. 

Risk's hands tightened on her waist, but Ivory gently guided them away, making it clear that she wanted to control the action. "Allow me the pleasure."

Deciding to allow her this one show, Risk allowed his hands to engage other delights on her body as she began to glide smoothly up and down. Her motions were very controlled, slow, maddening. 

He pushed her breasts together and brushed his thumbs over the distended tips with obvious enjoyment, lifting his hips the slightest bit to encourage her to lean forward so he could taste the delightful teasing tips through her dress. 

Ivory fought to stifle a cat who got the cream smile as she slowly dragged her body of his length and settled it equally slowly back down. She could tell from the low growl in the back of his throat that she was killing him. She kept it going waiting for the moment when he would grow impatient, only then would she show him her worth. 

His response wasn't long in coming as his hands found their way back onto her hips. She smoothed her hands over his sliding them down his thighs, but he was not so easily dissuaded this time and his hands tightened around her slender waist. 

"Let me earn my pay," she invited, still trying to entice him into giving up his foolish quest for control. She quickened her pace to show him she was worthy of any trust he placed in her in regards to his pleasure. He allowed her to slide his hands from her waist down onto the mattress.

Though it pained her to do so, Ivory eased herself off his turgid length before he could stop her, easing her way down his body to take his glistening length into her mouth. The taste of her own wicked desire mingled with his was her undoing and she took the tasting to a whole new level practically swallowing him whole in her bid to get more and more of him inside of her. 

His orgasm when it came was no surprise and neither was the hot rush of cum that nearly choked her, but she swallowed as fast as she could and kept his semi-erect flesh in the warm cavern of her mouth until she had drained it completely.

Ivory pulled away as soon as she felt the last traces of pleasure chase through his body. She was feeling more confused than she had earlier. How she could feel so content and good about giving him pleasure with her mouth she had no idea. She almost felt as though her emotions were getting involved and that scared her. 

The fingers that tightened around her wrist and pulled her back were an unwelcome reminder of why she was feeling so out of sorts. 

"That was fantastic." The unexpected praise fell on her like warm kisses and went a long way towards easing the tension she felt. 

"Not half so fantastic as you," she praised, letting her eyes devour his body even as she pulled on her captured appendage. 

"What's the rush?" 

"Nothing," she denied. "I just wanted to get out of this dress and have a shower."

"I'll join you." Stilling the negation he knew was on the tip of her tongue. "And I'll help put out the fire that's making you so antsy."

Ivory gave a sigh of surrender and followed him into the bathroom resigned to falling into his wicked snare.

* * * * *

The next few weeks flew by. They fell into a comfortable routine and Ivory acclimated herself with her new life. Her mother had taken the edited version of the truth with grace and was happy that her daughter was finally pursuing a 'serious relationship' as she called it.

Ivory fell into the habit of grocery shopping and preparing dinner for Risk on most days. She also took it upon herself to choose fresh flowers for the bedroom as well as all the main rooms. She was by his side at any and all social functions he had to go to, charming his friends and business acquaintances. She knew herself for what she was everywhere they went, the envy of every woman present. 

It was a bit strange for Ivory, serving as a wife, but possessing none of the love, dedication, or security. She disregarded it as the price she had to pay for being with Risk. 

As the days passed and they learned more of each other she found herself falling a little bit more in love with each day that passed, but she kept that secret to herself, always careful to hold a part of herself back lest the day arrive when he no longer had a use for her and she was broken by his dismissal. 

Three weeks on and Ivory marveled that she was still happier than she could ever remember being before. She greeted Risk at the door that evening with her usual sunny smile and a kiss. Risk plunged his tongue between her lips turning her weak greeting into a sensual feast. 

Ivory surrendered herself to his demanding kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. She took little nibbling bites at his lips and backed him against the counter so they could bring this love play to its natural conclusion. It was Risk who called a halt. His heartfelt wish to continue was clear, but his quiet words were sensible and true. "Anymore and I won't be hungry for dinner."

"Who needs to eat?" she flippantly threw at him, more than eager to forego dinner in favor of jumping straight to dessert.

"I value your culinary delights too much to forsake them," he gently chided, retiring upstairs to freshen up before he thought better of his decision.

They enjoyed the lasagna in companionable silence as their passion prevented any meaningful conversation. It was as Ivory was clearing the dinner plates that Risk asked her to hold dessert. Ivory felt a slight frisson of unease, but cast it away as foolishness and cleared the plates before returning to sit with him. 

"You look serious," she teased. "What's up?" Ivory marveled that he almost managed to look nervous. Almost.

"I bought something for you," he informed, withdrawing the small box from his pocket. She knew it was jewelry before she even touched the box and looked at it with something like revulsion as he pushed the box towards her. 

Although Risk saw the look on her face he misinterpreted it as dismay that she hadn't gotten anything for him. "It in no way matches your beauty, but I thought of you when I saw it."

"No!" Ivory quickly rose from the table and walked away from him towards the veranda, trying to distance herself from the appalling piece of jewelry. It didn't matter what was in the box; couldn't he see that anything he bought for her of such an expensive nature that reeked of mistress would make her feel cheap, would belittle the emotion behind her giving nature?

"Ivory," he called after her, his tone demanding an explanation for her ridiculous reaction to such a simple gift. 

"I'm sorry, I just can't accept it." Ivory continued to pace like a trapped animal. He had her cornered on the terrace and her only thought was escape. Escape from his presence and his belittling gift. 

She whirled around so quickly she actually caught him off guard and managed to slip past him back into the house. She headed up the stairs and to their room expecting him to respect her need for space. 

Risk followed her up the stairs and into the bedroom brandishing the box like a weapon. 

"I don't understand. You buy me things all the time."

Ivory's look made a lie of his words.

"You buy food and flowers for me all the time," he accused, daring to compare those simple gifts with the multi thousand dollar one he was currently holding. 

"The food and the flowers are for us. For both of our enjoyment."

"We will both enjoy this necklace. You the wearing of, and me the viewing. Where is the shame in that?" he demanded angry aggression at her refusal of his gift spilling from every word. 

"The shame," she derided, "Is in that you have already paid for the pleasure of my body once. Why should you have to pay for it twice?"

"Is that what you're here for? My pleasure?"

"You know it is," she agreed.

"Then it would please me to see you wearing this necklace," he challenged. "In fact, it would please me more to see you wearing only this necklace."

"Then for your pleasure I will do so," she flung the words at him like a weapon, angry that he was pressing the point, and even more so that he was playing the if you want to please me card. "You have only to name the time and the place," she demurred, not meaning the words, but needing the conversation to end.

"How about now?" he invited. Wicked intent shining from his eyes as he extended the damning box towards her. 

Ivory felt a shiver of pleasure at the hot desire that sprung immediately to life in his eyes. Silently, she disrobed, turning her back to him so he could fasten the glittering diamond necklace around her throat. She had been wrong to assume it was worth several thousand she realized. The sparkling piece in the mirror told her it was worth nothing less than a hundred thousand. It was too much, but she did as he demanded.

Risk's hands slid from her neck down to her shoulders. He massaged some of the tension from her stiff body before sliding his hands around her body to cup her breasts, enjoying the weight of their perfection as their eyes met in the mirror. He tormented her until her head rolled back and her eyes closed. 

He quickly sheathed himself in her tight lush folds. Her eyes cracked open for a moment to see the decadent picture they made in the mirror. He, fully clothed, and she, naked as the day she was born, being worked up and down as they stood across from the mirror. 

Ivory's soft moans filled the air and she barely heard him over the sound and his ragged breathing in her ear. "This is why we're together. Remember that." 

Her eyes narrowed to tiny slivers as she felt the orgasm creep up on her, but managed to keep eye contact with him as he exercised the ultimate control and climaxed silently, not even a groan passing through his tight lips. The only sign he had even enjoyed their encounter was the sweat sticking to his clothes. He had taken her in anger and it had been a lesson in defying him. Ivory collapsed back against him, waiting, eyes still locked to his.

Both their breathing slowed to a normal pace and still he said nothing, only held her in a possessive hold that reeked of ownership. Ivory pulled away from him unclasping the necklace as she did so. 

He ignored her outstretched hand as she tried to give the precious piece back to him. "It's a gift," he reminded her in that cool tone that spoke of his irritation. "There is no need to return it."

"I only wanted to give it to you for safekeeping," she prevaricated. "I would hate to leave something so expensive laying about." 

His eyes glittered with displeasure, but he said nothing more, securing the necklace back in the case and adding it to the collection of valuable items in his safe. 

He drew her back into his arms after locking the piece away, his passion far from assuaged. Ivory went willingly now that the hateful piece had been removed from her sight, giving herself generously to him over the coming hours. 

That night marked a turning point in their relationship as weeks turned into months and revealed an ever growing collection of precious stones fit for a queen. Each piece was accompanied by words she was almost certain he couldn't mean. "These match your eyes. These remind me of your nipples. This almost matches your skin, but nothing can compare to the silky alabaster tone you possess." Trite words to make her feel beautiful, special, pampered, succeeding only in making her feel whorish when accompanied with his over the top gifts. 

She wore each piece in bed to please him and returned them to him afterwards each time. He occasionally bade her to wear a set to one of the many events she attended on his arm, and to please him, she did so. 

* * * * *

Risk sat in his office, not working, staring at the latest trinket he had purchases for Ivory. A pearl whose size and texture reminded him of her clit. Even as the thought crossed his mind his body hardened. His desire for her never failed and he feared the impossible, that he was falling in love with his mistress. His mistress who only ever gave of herself in bed, when he seduced the emotions from her beautiful body that should have been his by right of love. Every other time she charmed him, laughed with him, and prepared his meals, but he had a strange feeling that it was all being done from a distance. That she was treating him much as she would treat any other client. 

Always in the back of his mind was the niggling thought that she was only with him because he had bought her and the time would come when she would turn her back on him and walk away from their relationship as though he had been nothing more than a job. He wanted her heart, but exposing himself to her ridicule was a risk he couldn't take.

For Ivory, the day began like any other. She eased away Risk's morning wood with her eager tongue and caressing hands, and fell back asleep trying to recover from the mind blowing orgasm he gifted her with for breakfast. 




Bought & Paid For Ch. 05



When she woke again, Risk had already left for the day, and she disregarded the silly smile on her face as she rolled out of bed. She hummed If You're Happy and You Know It while making the bed and selecting her clothes for the day. 

Her shower passed in a blur of happiness as she recalled the previous night. He had taken her body relentlessly time and again, and as she had drifted asleep half way through the night he had immediately woken her back up with the feel of his fingers between her thighs. She had just fallen asleep shortly before dawn, only to be awoken shortly thereafter by her internal clock. He had proved to be insatiable, and aside from being somewhat thrown by his amorous attention, she had been with him all the way, refusing him nothing, inviting everything. Ivory set out for the day, refusing an offer of breakfast from the housekeeper and proceeding to the grocery store. She chose two steaks and the ingredients for a salad before proceeding to the checkout. A quick two hour visit with her mother and she was back at the house preparing dinner. 

She couldn't stifle the smile that rose to her lips as she saw Risk's car pull into the driveway. She greeted him at the door but was surprised when he brushed past her barely sparing her a glance. 

She felt a trickle of unease creep down her spine, but was determined not to say or do anything out of the ordinary. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes if you want to go freshen up. We have a charity ball tonight so please do hurry." 

"I'm not hungry," he threw over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs. "And," he added turning back to her as though he was lost in thought, "I've met someone else, so there is no actual need for us to attend this charity event tonight. In fact," he continued as though he hadn't just ended the world as she knew it, "If you pack your things after dinner, I can have your jewelry sorted and a taxi waiting for you tonight. Which reminds me," He tossed a box in her direction, which she caught on auto-pilot, "A parting gift for all the good times." 

The box revealed a pearl ring. A pearl of such perfection it hurt to look at it. In its shiny surface Ivory could see all that she had lost. 

She fought hard to maintain her outward appearance of calm, but struggled inside with a burning sadness and anger that would not abate. After last night she didn't even rate a ride home? She felt bile rise in her throat at the way he was so vilely proving that everything she had thought about him being a user and seducer and callous bastard was true.

Determined not to be cowed by his words, she lifted her chin a notch and put on an Oscar worthy performance. "But I've just bought a new dress," she complained prettily, her mouth turned down in a sulky pout. "We simply have to go," a pause for the audience, "If just for old times sake. Please," she begged prettily. She maintained her face as she silently waited. Would he bite?

He knew it was a fool's move to be in her presence even one moment longer than necessary, but what the hell? He was a glutton for punishment. "Be ready in one hour."

"Affirmative Captain. One hour," she echoed, giving him a smart salute and a saucy wink. 

Externally, Ivory played it up for the crowds. Don't let him see that you're affected. Internally, she was a writhing ball of agony, broken heart, and revenge. She would make him sorry tonight if it was the last thing she did. They were good together, and to just be thrown to the side like one of his women was more than she could bear.



Bought & Paid For Ch. 06



Ivory was ready in fifty minutes flat, having skipped dinner herself. She met Risk on the stairwell decked out in all the pearls he had purchased for her. More than all the other trinkets, she knew the pearls affected him. Her memory bore testament to the ferocious way he had attacked her clit when he had given her a pearl bracelet that was a perfect match for the ring. If she knew him as well as she suspected, the ring was just another one of those things that reminded him of her clit, and she exploited that fact by keeping it visible during their entire drive. 

Her hand in her hair, smoothing it back. Her hand by her neck, rubbing the necklace. Her hand on her thighs, brushing off imaginary dust. Her hand by her mouth, smoothing the lines of her lipstick. And she watched as his eyes followed the ring everywhere it cared to go. She could see his eyes darken, but she wouldn't give him the pleasure. Not this time.    

As they entered the ballroom all eyes turned to them, as they always did. More so to him, she wryly admitted to herself. She was just arm candy. Candy that would be replaced at first light.

No sooner had they walked through the archway than Risk left her side. Ivory was not surprised to see the tongues go wagging at this tidbit. She and Risk had developed a bit of a reputation in the past months. He was generally never far from her side. She would spend the whole night at any given event telling him to behave himself as his eyes devoured her flesh, his words tempted her to throw caution to the wind, and his hands set fire to her skin everywhere he touched. 

Ivory stood there fuming, careful to keep her expression neutral. Her resentment was eating her alive and she nearly walked out right then, but as if by magic the crowds parted and she spotted Giancarlo. She headed straight for him before she could rethink the wisdom of what she was about to do. 

Hips swaying, eyes glittering, heart pumping, Ivory zeroed in on her target. 

Giancarlo watched Ivory approach. He wasn't surprised to see her here, but he was surprised to see her without Risk. 

"Giancarlo," she said by way of greeting, her tongue rolling over the sound as if she'd like to have more than just his name in her mouth.

"Ivory," he returned, "Although without the presence of your solicitous protector I barely recognize you." 

"Actually, we're not together anymore."

Giancarlo's eyes widened. He couldn't keep the surprise from leaking into his voice. "That's news to me. Risk didn't mention it."

"He can be surprisingly closed mouthed when he wants to be," Ivory concurred, none of the emotion she felt for Risk audible in her words. "Anyhow, would you care to dance?" 

She flowed into Giancarlo's arms like a river of honey and he accepted her presence without another word. After dancing the Cha Cha for a few minutes, Ivory couldn't keep the excitement inside any longer. Dancing had always been a passion of hers and it released everything good in her. 

Her enchanting presence and conversation began weaving its spell and Giancarlo was powerless to resist. Giancarlo laughed several times at some witty remark or another and as time wore on he grew more comfortable about dancing exclusively with Risk's ex. How Risk had let such a seductive treasure get away from him, Giancarlo didn't know. But Risk's loss was his gain, and he wasn't one to stand around and let the grass grow under his feet. He drew her into a very lover–like embrace as the first notes of a slow song curled around them. 

Ivory stiffened in his arms for a brief moment as she felt a flurry of panic, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. She was more so disappointed that she didn't feel even a flicker of the excitement she felt watching Risk walking into a room while Giancarlo was holding her close enough to slide into her body were they both naked. It probably went without saying that she would never recover fully from having made the tactical error of falling in love with someone who had paid cash for her body. 

Moving closer into Giancarlo's embrace, Ivory rested her head over his heart and let the steady rhythm soothe her battered heart. She felt a punishing grip on her arm just seconds before her eyes collided with the glittering fury in Risk's. Her heart gave a tiny leap of pleasure before she stifled all such ridiculous emotions. 

"Giancarlo," Risk greeted, not injecting the word with any of the warmth and desire Ivory had earlier. 

"Risk," he returned, hardly daring to believe he was about to cross words with one of his closest friends. "This is a surprise."

"I should say so," Risk admonished, tugging Ivory's still form in front of him so he could curl an arm possessively around her waist.

Giancarlo's eyes zeroed in on that arm and accusing eyes clashed with Ivory's before going back to Risk's. 

"I hadn't figured you for the type to make a play for my girl while my back was turned, but I guess I was wrong."

The ugly insult was not lost on Giancarlo and his frame went rigid with undisguised tension. "I apologize," his voice gruff. "I was misinformed about the status of your relationship." The note of accusation in his voice was back with a vengeance as his condemning eyes once again trapped Ivory's. 

Ivory finally came to life again struggling to be free of Risk's parody of an embrace. "No, you were not misinformed. He has another bimbo all lined up to replace me first thing tomorrow! I was given my walking papers shortly after 6 this evening, so you see, I am free after all." This last was said with a decided sneer at Risk that he should dare to contradict her claim after the cold way he had dealt with her earlier. If he had had his way she would be out of his life already. 

Ivory tried to calm herself as she noted the curious glances turned their way. It hadn't escaped anyone's notice that she had been dancing exclusively with Giancarlo for the last half hour or that she had been treating him as a bit more than Risk's friend. Her anger was quickly re-riled by Risk's next words. 

"Well, it's not tomorrow yet, so I expect you to fulfill your role in my life until such time as you have been irrevocably replaced." He turned to Giancarlo after dropping that bomb in her life, "If you'll excuse us," and he stormed off without another word, using his grip on her arm to drag her after him. 

The curious stares followed them all the way to the balcony and down the stairs. From there they became lost in shadows, but everyone inside was already imaging what they would be doing when they were alone, and correctly so.

They walked at a speed designed to cool Risk's agitation and rage, but it only served to irritate and tire Ivory out as she raced to keep up with him. When he finally released her at the edge of the garden far from the house, she let loose the frustration she had been feeling since his callous dismissal earlier. "Why the caveman tactics? You don't want me, so no one else can either?"

"If I had realized you were so desperate for a man tonight, I wouldn't have brought you out of the house at all," he smoothly returned, his eyes fixed on her heaving breasts.

"You say that as if you actually have what it takes to follow through."

"After months of me owning that sweet body I'm surprised you'd try to deny it," he rasped, his eyes finally lifting to her face, his hands taking control of her wrists, securing them above her head as he backed her against a tree.

"Yes, but all those months you didn't have a bit on the side like you do now," she retaliated. "I'd hate for you to waste some of that precious energy she is going to expect you to use on her. We can't have a playboy like you disappointing."

Ivory could have kicked herself for her deliberately inflammative comments, but Risk had a way of pushing her farther over the edge than she had ever been before. Her delaying tactics went far from the mark as she watched him push her dress to her waist. 

"And you can let go of me right now you dog, because you'll get nothing else from me," she berated, twisting against his possessive hold.

His reply was to rip her panties from her and push deep into her hot flesh. Risk knew without a doubt that he was hurting her. Her clenching muscles had only possessed the slightest dew as he had pushed in providing next to nothing in the way of slickness to ease the force of his demanding length.  

Ivory clamped her lips shut against the moan that would have sprang forth. She wouldn't give him the pleasure of knowing he was hurting her. Closing her eyes, she cursed the day she had ever met him and spread her thighs further to allow him free access. Let him pound into her flesh until he spent himself and walked away. Good riddance...

Risk could feel the voice of reason calling his name, demanding that he take more time in claiming her, but his mind was locked with fury and jealousy such as he had never experienced before. Flirting with another man. Worse. Flirting with one of his closest friends. In his face. Challenging him. Refusing him. Not without punishment, not while he lived. 

Snaking his hand behind her knee, he brought her leg up around his waist and held it there as his thrusts deepened, his passion nowhere near being assuaged. Ivory felt a slight flash of fire go through her pelvis and began to struggle anew. That's just what he wanted, she derided, to force himself on her and have her beg for it in the end. Then her humiliation would be complete. She couldn't allow it. 

"The world must be coming to an end," she whispered somewhat breathlessly, hoping against hope that he put it down to her struggles and not the excitement she was trying to subdue. "I never thought I would see the day when a rich playboy had to buy his women and then rape them." Ivory knew her words were extremely inflammatory, but she didn't care. So long as they accomplished their task and made him stop. 

Risk stilled above her briefly, before continuing his physical assault on her defenses. His hand released her thigh, giving Ivory cause to release a sigh of relief. Her respite lasted for only a moment though as her muscles tensed in renewed negation as his knowing finger moved to cover her clit. 

Ivory's frame pushed harder against the tree trying to escape his caress, but there was nowhere for her to go, and that was what he intended. She fought the moan that rose in her throat, this time from pleasure, but she knew without opening her eyes that he could read her body with or without her giving verbal expression to her feelings.

"A very cute ploy," he derided, "But you'll never be able to cry rape from my touch and be telling the truth. Not when your body responds to mine as if it were made for it. Not when I can pull cries of joy from your mouth even while you think to refuse me." 

Ivory turned her face away from his penetrating eyes, wishing she could close her ears to his taunting words. 

"Cum for me Ivory."

His finger pressed harder against her aching clit and she tensed all around his invading flesh as he pulsed inside of her, struggling with every breath to refuse his demand.   

"Cum for me because you just can't help it." He pulled out of her and pushed back in and that was all it took to turn her silent mutinous mouth into a symphony of gasping, moaning cries of pure pleasure. 

While aftershocks of pleasure still pierced her body, Risk withdrew from her and turned her face so that her eyes were level with his. "Open your eyes Ivory." Reluctantly she did so. 

"Never think to deny me again."

Ivory shook off his gentle grasp on her chin to free herself. "There won't be an opportunity for me to do so, will there?" Silently she set about fixing her clothes. Bundling the torn panties into her clutch, she smoothed a hand over her hair. Her angry eyes collided with the proud erection straining against the zip of Risk's pants, and more damning than anything else that had come before it, she felt a trill of desire as she looked at it. Not her problem anymore after tonight. Someone else would welcome his hot thick length into their body, suck the life out of it to give him pleasure. Someone else. Not her. Not anymore. 

"Don't look at me like that unless you're going to do something about it."

Her eyes snapped up to meet his. That he could relegate everything between them to sex, always sex, made her so furious she could barely stand, and suddenly she was consumed with a rage so black that all she wanted to do was strike out at him. To hit back. 

"Be sure to send me an invoice for the remaining balance," she threw over her shoulder turning to walk away.

"Consider all debts paid in full."

"I will consider it so, when it is so." He moved to take her arm and she flinched away before he could touch her. "I can make my own way. Thank you. We should start out as we mean to go on."

Risk let her be. Besides, he liked watching her bottom swing as she walked. She looked like a cat whose fur had been brushed up the wrong way. She was still absolutely gorgeous. How he was going to get on without her, he couldn't be sure. But he would do it if it meant not being emotionally slapped down by his own mistress.

They reentered the ballroom together, both pretending not to see the many interested looks cast their way. They'd get over it. Scandal was nothing new in their world. 

Ivory made a beeline straight for the door. Risk couldn't see it, but he imagined there must have been something in her face that said don't mess with me, because no one stopped her, and that in itself was a rarity. 

Ivory took a taxi straight to Risk's house. She had the driver wait while she gathered her things and with a quick goodbye to Millie she was gone. 

While her mother was surprised to see her, she kept her comments to a minimum. Ivory retired to her room and cried herself to sleep before drifting into a fitful sleep. 

The following morning Ivory sat down at her computer to run the numbers for how much money she still owed Risk. Close to $600,000. Although, as far as deals went, she had gotten the sweeter one. Parts of her debt forgiven for spending time with the man she loved. Although her broken heart bore testament to the fact that that arrangement hadn't worked out quite as well as it could have. 

Ivory called the escort agency, where she was not at all surprised to receive a cool reception. She had quit her job on the basis of a family emergency and had in the ensuing months been seen on the arms of a playboy at just about every type of function imaginable. But that too had its plus side. She was almost to celebrity status and could command a higher price, which meant a bigger cut for the agency, so in the end they welcomed her back. 

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Risk sat at his desk glowering. He had cut her out of his life and still she was affecting his work. He couldn't focus on anything but Ivory. She had been gone when he had returned to the house, but all the jewelry and clothes he had purchased for her had been left behind. All the pearls she had worn earlier in the night were sitting on the nightstand like a refused wedding band. 

He had had Millie package all the items and send them via courier and armed guard to her home address. He would be damned if she left any of the things that reminded him of her in his house. As it was he had slept in a guest bedroom rather than breathe in her scent all night. 

The buzz of the intercom revived him from his stupor, and it was with something approaching glee that he received confirmation that the items had reached their destination safely and been signed for. Good. Step by step, piece by piece, he was going to remove every trace of her from his life until it reached a level of normalcy again. With single minded purpose he turned his head to work and by some miracle actually managed to get something accomplished.

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Ivory accepted the packages with something approaching dismay. How he could be so cold as to send her the very things she had indicated very clearly she didn't want from the start was a mystery to her, but she was determined not to keep any of it.  Not to nurse her broken heart back to health just so it could break again when she saw him with his new floozy. 

Energized by that thought, Ivory put all the clothes into her car and drove them to a local second hand shop. Her logical mind said she could use the clothes for work; her tormented heart said she would rather go naked. 

She called several of her favorite charities and arranged for them to pick up her donated jewelry items, saving a stunning ruby set to donate to her mother's pet charity project. Each agency promised to have the items appraised and a contribution slip sent to her within a week for tax purposes. Her logical mind said sell the jewelry and pay the bastard off; her battered heart said there was no honor in letting him pay off his own debt. 

That night, she sat in for a quiet dinner with her mother, and managed a severely edited version of the truth. Her mother didn't pretend to understand, lamenting about how young people were so capricious. Ivory couldn't argue with her; Risk had proved to be fickle. Anyhow, it wasn't her concern anymore.

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Two weeks in, and Risk was considering a pretty blond over lunch. She had nice curves and a generous smile, but he doubted she would be as giving and free in bed as Ivory had been. Could anyone be? He mused over the blonde's assets as his cell phone vied for his attention, the ring signaling it was his mother. 

"Hello mother," he greeted.

"Risk darling," she returned in a sophisticated purr, still very much the bell of the ball at 52.

"How is everything?"

"Everything is wonderful darling. How could it be any different?" she asked, inviting herself to indulge in a self encouraged monologue. "I have a charming husband, a thoughtful son, I chair a thriving charity." One of her slightly dramatic, perfectly timed pauses. "Speaking of the charity," Risk laughed on his end. She was leading herself up to something, that much was clear. "I received a lovely donation last week. A collection of diamonds. Necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, earrings. There was so much of it I thought that it had to be extremely well heeled costume jewelry, but the appraisal revealed their total value to be several hundred thousand dollars."

"That's nice," Risk agreed. "That must have made your day."

"It did, but you'll be surprised to know the cut of the necklace looked suspiciously like the one you gave me for Christmas last year."

That got his attention and he sat up a little straighter in his chair, hanging on her every word, his attention officially caught. The necklace he had given his mother had been one of only five in creation, and to further ensure it's originality he had had his initials carved into the smooth underside of the platinum on the two he had purchased. A feature he had told his mother about, but not his mistress. He hadn't wanted her to feel anymore kept than she already had. 

"Did you check it for an inscription?" he asked, his voice suddenly quiet.

"I did."

Risk waited for her to add additional information knowing his interest was piqued, but she played her little social game, drawing out the tale, making it something of a scandal.

"And...?"

"And it had your initials on it. I checked the donation receipts and found your ex-girlfriend's name there."

Risk stood from the table, tossing bills down as he exited the establishment. His anger was such he didn't trust himself to be in a public place. He had known her story was leading somewhere, but he had never imagined to Ivory. 

There were three other necklaces out there, just like the two he had purchased. He had hoped his mother was mistaken about the inscription, but the donation receipt coincidentally bearing Ivory's name was more than chance. And what did that say about Ivory? What woman in her right mind would give up a diamond necklace priced at thousands and thousands of dollars? Unless she despised the giver.




Bought & Paid For Ch. 06



"And," his mother continued, forcing Risk to calm himself down enough to hear her words over the roaring fury in his head, knowing her next words were going to be even less savory, although how that was possible, he couldn't imagine. "I don't think mine is the only charity to benefit from your gracious girlfriend's, err....ex-girlfriend's hands. Cleopatra called me this past weekend to tell me about a stunning collection of pearls donated to her charity."

"Thank you mother. I have to go." He cut the call before she could get in so much as a goodbye. The way he was feeling he would likely bite of anyone's head who so much as looked at him. The pearls. She had given the pearls away. Probably all the jewelry he had given her. 

Starting his car, Risk drove towards Ivory's house, considering what he would say to her carefully. His reckless, law breaking driving bore testament to his emotions as he pushed the limits of his car in his restlessness. 

Ivory heard the roar of the powerful engine as it pulled up next to her house, and anxiety slithered over her in the ensuing silence as the sound died down. She had half hoped never to see Risk again, while simultaneously dreaming that he would come to her. 

She held the door wide as he brushed past her into the foyer. 

"Is your mother in?" were his first words.

"No," she answered, disappointment lancing through her that he hadn't come to see her after all, although what business he could have with her mother, she didn't know. "I'll tell her you stopped by for her though. Is there a message?"

"I didn't stop by for her." 

"I see." Ivory held his gaze for as long as she dared, before dropping her gaze to the floor. She felt too much when she looked at him. Remembered too much. "Is there something I can help you with then?" 

His dark unreadable eyes held her to the spot as she waited for his answer. His scent tempting her in ways she didn't want to acknowledge.

"You gave away the jewelry," he accused.

"Yes." Her reply to his statement was as much to fill the tense silence as anything, but they both knew it wasn't a question. "How did you know?"

"You wanted me to know, didn't you?" her confused, wide eyes lifted to his at this condemning, damning statement. "Isn't that why you gave all the diamonds to my mother?"

Her stifled gasp and the hand that came to cover her mouth revealed more than any well prepared speech or eloquent negation how utterly surprised she was at this news. How absolutely dismayed.

"No."

"Yes," he countered. "But I can see now your move wasn't strategic. So tell me, why did you give away the diamonds? Any of the jewelry for that matter?"

Ivory could only stand there silently appalled. She had never dreamed that someone would clue him in as to what she had done. She knew his mother was involved in charity work, but she had had no idea which one or she would have acted with more caution. The last thing she wanted was to give him cause to confront her. Ivory wasn't stupid. She knew when to count her losses and Risk had been counted too many times as it was. 

"I'm sorry," she apologized flippantly, "Did you want them back for your new girlfriend, or is she already a thing of the past? You do seem to be running through them these days." Her last words were delivered in a raw hoarse whisper, and it was clear to anyone even half listening that there was pain behind her words. It offered a very miniscule hope to Risk.

"Would it bother you if I said yes, I wanted them back for my new girlfriend. That she's everything I've ever dreamed of. That I especially wanted the pearl ring as an engagement band for the woman I want to marry?" He watched each word find its mark as the color fled from her cheeks, her hands clenched unconsciously at her side, and her mouth wobbled ever so slightly as though she were holding in some very strong emotions. "Would it bother you?" he repeated. 

Ivory stood silently beside him struggling to find the words, to hide her hurt. She felt the tears quivering on her lashes and suddenly it all felt so futile. The past two weeks melted as if they had never been and she felt the hurt anew as though he had just told her again how worthless she was in his life. That he could replace her as easily as one would a burned out light bulb. Except this time it was a thousand times worse, because now he had found the girl that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. 

"Yes," the words fell from her lips, rough and agonized. "Yes, it would matter." Ivory turned away unable to look at him a moment longer as the tears silently cascaded down her face. Only years of good training pushed the last few painful words from her mouth before she started up the stairs, "Please see yourself out." 

Her shoulders shook as she tried in vain to hold the emotional breakdown at bay until she reached the sanctuary of her room. The restraining hand on her arm that halted her progress was both unwelcome and the last straw. 

"What?" she turned on him like a wounded animal thrashing and fighting. "Haven't you done enough? Haven't you destroyed my life enough?" The heartfelt cry echoed around the room and Risk drew her into his arms as her tears wet his shirt. 

His comforting words fell on deaf ears as she cried all the harder, still trying to pull away. "I don't want your pity," she cried, "Let me go." He brushed a soothing hand down her hair while she fought him, waiting for her to quiet down. When her cries subsided to hiccups and sniffles he set her away from him and tilted her tear stained face up to his. 

"There was never another girl." 

"Don't lie to me because you feel bad for me," she criticized, knowing her red rimmed eyes and messy hair made her look her worst while he appeared pristine and unruffled. 

"When have you known me to lie? " he gently chastised. "If I say there was never anyone else, then there never was. I only said there was because I wanted you out of my life." Ivory's eyes fell to the floor again. He knew he had hurt her with his careless words, but he had to make her understand. "I wanted you out of my life because I fell in love with you and I was afraid you would reject me."

There it was. Out in the open for her to reject or accept. He tried to feel casual about what he had said, how he had exposed himself, but it was more than even he could control. Every breath he drew into his body prayed for her to accept it, to accept him. 

Ivory's eyes lifted up to his, searching his face for sincerity. 

"I love you," he said again, willing her to believe the truth of his words. "You are the girl I want to marry and spend the rest of my life with."

Ivory stared at him in mute wonder for a few moments before collapsing into another fit of tears.

"Don't cry, Ivory. Please don't cry. It kills me to see you so upset." 

Her tear stained face lifted to his as she vied for control of her emotions. "You hurt me so much," she accused, still sniffling, hardly daring to believe.

"I know, and I'm sorry," he apologized, still uncertain of her response. "I'm so sorry for hurting you."

"I love you too." Her soft spoken words fell like balm on his heart as he pulled her tighter into his arms, hugging her close. 

"Will you marry me, then?" he proposed, his arrogant smile back in full force and he lowered his head to hers.

"Just try and stop me," she laughed, pulling his head down for the promised kiss, joy ringing in her soul.