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  Bought By Him #1

  By Alycia Taylor

  Chapter One

  Kip

  I stretched out my shoulders while I sat at my desk. I had been in the office early that morning taking care of a few things. I considered taking a break and hitting the gym to relieve some stress but I thought better of it. I had a few contracts that were going through that day and things would need to be signed. I had became a billionaire by creating a computer company and since it's creation life had been really good. But I was always up for new challenges, I wasn't the type of person to just rest on my laurels. My new mission in life was to become governor of New York. I hadn't officially made the decision to run but I was certainly thinking about it. Running for governor was no quick decision, it had to be well thought out. That however was still a year and a half away, though with politics you have to look well ahead to make that you look electable. That was really what it was all about fooling people into thinking that you were better than your opponent when more often than not you were both desperately holding your head above water trying to be perfect. That was always the puzzle around election time for me. The fact that two people were desperately trying to convince the world that they were perfect, when human nature said otherwise. That was why it always came as such a shock when the person they voted for screwed up and did something stupid. Hello Clinton. What should really happen is the world should accept that people were flawed and just listen to what they wanted to change about the world instead of taking a fine tooth comb to their personal life. A person's personal life should have nothing to do with politics. Just because you cheat on your wife doesn't have any bearing on whether or not you could be a good governor and yet people couldn't deal with that kind of truth. It was just too much for them.

  I looked up as my campaign adviser walked in, we had arranged a meeting to discuss my option to run. He sat down across from me and opened up a folder. He was an obtusely overweight man who seemed to always have a constant sweat going on. It was frequently found dabbing his forehead with a Kleenex. I found him amusing to watch. He was one hell of an adviser however, the best that I knew of.

  “How are you today Kip?”

  “I'm pretty great Darren, what do you have for me? Am I a shoe-in or what?”

  He dabbed away at his forehead and I took that as a bad sign. “Well, I'm afraid it's not that easy.”

  “What are you talking about? I am the perfect candidate.” I smiled, my winning governor smile. I had been practising it for some time.

  “Ya, on paper you are. You are definitely a successful and powerful man. But your personal life leaves something to be desired.” He smirked at me.

  I sat back in my chair and steeple my fingers. “What exactly does that mean?”

  “Okay well take a look at the statistics that I printed out for you to see.” He handed over some papers my way and I scanned them quickly.

  “Okay so what exactly is this telling me?”

  “Well as you can see the odds are certainly in your favor, like I said you are definitely a strong choice. But the deciding votes will probably go to the man who's married and starting a family.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about? Married?”

  He laughed, “Yes Kip. Look at the history of governors. Do you think anyone is going to elect a playboy as the next governor. I wouldn't hold your breath on that one. They want wholesome, a family that they can look up to and trust. Not some guy who is sticking his dick everywhere, no offence.”

  I chuckled, “I wouldn't say I stick my dick everywhere, I'm just not the relationship type.”

  “Well Kip, if you want to be governor I suggest you change that. It's pretty important.”

  The idea that I didn't have much of a chance of being elected due to the fact that I wasn't married hadn't occurred to me. It kind of pissed me off that I couldn't just be myself and be governor as well. What was wrong with society? I had never really been interested in getting married, I thought I would live the bachelor life forever if I had to. I was perfectly okay with that. It just seemed so much more fun to sleep with a bunch of hot chicks rather than settle down with just one. I didn’t think there was a woman out there that could keep me interested for a lifetime. Could anyone say that? Fuck, now what was I going to do? Married seemed like an extreme answer to my problem. There had to be another way.

  “So, what do you suggest?”

  He looked at me sternly, “I suggest you get in a relationship and married within a year. That's what I suggest.”

  I stared at him stunned. “Seriously?”

  He continued to stare at me smugly.

  I nodded, “Okay, I will think about it.”

  He then smiled and took something out of his pocket. “I have a website you might be interested in. You clearly haven't thought about marriage much, with being a 35 year old man who hasn't had any girlfriend for more than a mater of months. So maybe this might be a better idea for you.”

  He handed me a business card and I stared down at it in shock. “This is for mail order brides Darren. What are you even talking about here?” I couldn't have been more puzzled by him in that moment.

  “Look Kip, the site is for mail order brides and lets be honest. It's perfect for you. You can pick the perfect girl for you and then you just buy her. You have the funds and at least this way you're not getting any surprises. You get to choose the kind of girl that you want. What more could you want?”

  I looked down at the card with new interest. Could I really do that? Buy a woman and make her my wife?I had never heard of such a thing, only in the movies. I had never actually known anyone to get a mail order bride. Or maybe people just didn't talk about it. I didn't exactly have to announce that I was buying a bride. For all anyone would know, I could have met her in a coffee shop. That shit happened every single day. But still...it seemed just wrong to purchase another human being. Was that the same as slavery? It's not like the girls were forced on that website, they were there voluntarily.

  “This is crazy. Isn't it?” I looked back up at Darren. “Do people actually do this?”

  “Well, you wouldn't need to worry about going out and looking for someone. Falling in love wouldn't be an issue as well. And yes, you would be surprised how many people do things like this. I'm just offering it as a suggestion, especially since you don't have a lot of time to figure these things out.”

  “I would buy her and then not love her?”

  “Kip, these things are a business arrangements. You would of course care for the woman in the best ways possible, she will be your wife after all. I'm not telling you to bring her home and chain her up in the basement for gods sake but yes the girls are usually aware that they aren't walking into a Cinderella story. Love isn't really expected in these sorts of situations. You don't even really have to do anything with her. You could live your own lives and just have her by your side when you need to go to parties and events, so people think that you two really are in love.”

  “Wow, that's definitely something new. I would never have thought to do that. I don't even know if I can to be honest with you. Getting married in any way is not something I expected out of this conversation.”

  “Well whatever you decide you will have to get married in the near future. Most mail order brides are very devoted to their husbands so whatever you tell her to do she would most likely do.”

  “Okay Darren, well I'm going to have to think about it. You really blew my mind with this one.”

  “No problem. Have a good day.”

  A mail order bride. I looked back down at the card and wondered whether this was what my future held. Could I really go along with something like that just to be governor. How much did that position really mean for me? I would have t
o decide how much I really wanted it, because it would change my life in significant ways. Having a wife, real or not, would be a big adjustment in my life. Would it really be worth changing my life that much just to have more power? I sure did like power a lot though and a man could never have too much of it.

  I looked up just as my assistant Devine walked in the room. She shuts the door behind her and locked it. To my delight she came around to where I was sitting and sat down in my lap. She didn't say a word she just put her lips to mine and kissed me passionately. Her tongue found mine and she sucked on it causing my cock to go rock hard. She slid her hand down my dress pants and grabbed my hard cock squeezing it tight.

  “What are you going to do with that big cock.”

  She smiled devilishly as she slid down my body onto her knees and started undoing my pants. She pulled my cock out, it bouncing before her now free from my underwear. She came above me and took my cock into her perfect mouth and sucked on it. My eyes closed above her as she sucked hard while massaging his balls. My day was certainly looking up. Nothing like a mind blowing blow job to make your day shine better. Her tongue began to swirl against my shaft and then around my tip. I moaned with eagerness, loving how she sucked my cock. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better she sucked me even harder.

  “Oh god, you're good at this.”

  She took my cock deeper into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. I just loved fucking the back of a girl's throat, it was so hot. She moved up and down rhythmically until she moved fluidly with me in her mouth. I could feel a built up coming and I knew I was about to blow right down her throat.

  “Oh, I'm going to cum.”

  She worked really hard to get my cum out and I gasped as a orgasm took me and I spilled every bit of my cum down her throat. She slide off my cock and licked her lips while staring at me. With a look like that she could make me hard again. She slowly got up from the floor, straightened herself up and walked silently out of the room. To say that I was shocked was an understatement. I usually thought that my assistant was pretty useless but there was one thing she was good at and that was giving me head.

  Chapter Two

  Grace

  Turning eighteen wasn't exactly the way I always thought it would be. I hated my life actually, there wasn't a good thing about it. Didn't people love becoming an adult? Though it seemed that I became that a long time ago. My body had developed well beyond my years and many people thought that I was much older than I was. It was both a blessing and a curse, depending on how you looked at it. Not that it ever helped me in the love department. I was about as inexperienced as you could get for an 18 year old girl. The most depressing part about turning 18 was that my parents had totally forgotten it was my birthday. No birthday party for me, no cake, no presents, just another reminder that I wasn't really wanted in the first place. I hadn't bothered to remind them, they would have just called me selfish for forcing them to dip into their booze fund to buy me something. No, I just let it slip by quietly being satisfied with the fact that I was now legally an adult. Even after a few weeks went by, they still hadn't realized my birthday passed. Wasn't it a crime somewhere to be that completely heartless. I felt like it should be a crime anyways. I had no idea what real love was, or where to find it. There was a very good chance I never would. My focus currently was getting away from my poisonous parents before they ruined my life any further.

  I was sitting in my room, trying to avoid my family. I could hear them bustling around getting their day started and I dreaded coming out of my safe haven. That was my room, I was safest there and I hoped that would never change. They rarely came in to find me unless they had some chore they wanted me to do, otherwise they pretty much left me alone...that was until they needed a punching bag. My family was poor, dirt poor, there was no way around that. I needed to get away from them as soon as possible for my own sanity. How soon could I get out of there I didn't know. I had no money of my own and no prospects. I had no money to go to school to even hope for a better life. I was stuck with them until further notice.

  It wasn't just the fact that my family was poor that bothered me. Poor, I could deal with. Poor, I could even be happy with if they were loving, normal parents but they weren't. They were terrible people, the worst that I had ever known. It always amazed me that people who were supposed to love you and care for you could be the worst thing for you. To say it plainly, they were angry, abusive and known to be heavy drinkers.

  Oddly enough I was an only child, the only one bore to my parents. You would think that they would find that precious, but no I was not that lucky. In fact it appeared as if they just didn't care about me. It was a wonder they didn't just leave me on someone's doorstep when I was born. Maybe they thought that would be too good for me, a dumpster maybe. Either way, I couldn't imagine why they had ever tried to raise me.

  Australia was my home, a place that I loved. I wished that I had the means to truly adventure around the area. It was a beautiful place, breathtaking actually. I couldn't imagine living anywhere else. Unfortunately my parents hadn't asked me my opinion when they moved us to Indonesia, when I was 13 so I had been far from home for five years. My father worked in the technical department at a company and that was why we had to move. I hated it but there was nothing that I could do about it. As if things couldn't have gone worse my father recently got fired from the company and now our family was desolate, having nothing and living in a place I hated. That was when all the drinking had started. As if being poor wasn't enough they had to throw alcoholism into the mix to shake things up.

  Embarrassingly enough I had made a huge decision recently that I wasn't entirely sure was the best idea, but I was desperate. I signed up to a mail order bride company on a lark hoping that I could get myself out of the situation that I was in. I was willing to do almost anything to get away from my parents. I prayed every night that I would be accepted and that someone would take me away from this place. It was hell...I was living in hell and I didn't know how much longer I could handle it. I worried about my sanity...and sometimes my life when they got into one of their fits of rage. I didn't want to continue to live the way that I did. I wanted some semblance of a life worth living.

  If I had the money, I would fly back to Australia in an instant, that was the only place that I wanted to be. If only I could get back there. Really I would have gone anywhere at that point, anywhere that would allow me to get a job that actually paid well. Well enough for me to live off of and go to school. The idea of higher learning was something that I longed for and yet it was so far out of my grasp it was so embarrassing. I had nothing to my name however and no opportunities to get an education. I curled up in my blanket and fell back to sleep.

  When I awoke I received notification that I had been accepted for the site in Indonesia, even though I was originally from Australia. My heart beat fast thinking about the opportunity of being on the site. I didn't want my parents to know because all they did was try and make my life miserable. They would somehow ruin it for me. They would prevent me from being involved with the site for sure. They would handcuff me to my bed...or worse, anything to keep me away from a better life. I couldn't allow that to happen. I didn't even want to let them know anything about it. It was just safer that way.

  I was lucky enough to live by one of the most popular cities in Indonesia because that’s where the company was located for the Indonesian part of the company. I glowed with happiness. They would take pictures of me and get more information about me to post on the website. I had an appointment that day so I had better get on the scooter and get going. They were expecting me and the last thing I wanted to do was keep them waiting.

  Driving a scooter was the main transportation for my family. It was how we got around and when my father had odd jobs he would take it to work. I slipped out of the house without them knowing and made my way to the city to get to my appointment. I hoped that my father wouldn't need the scooter that day or I would be in for one
hell of a night when I returned.

  Once there I met with a women who glowed of success. She was tall, blonde and walked with her head held high. She wore a pantsuit and spoke with authority. She was the kind of woman I had always dreamed of becoming. She brought me into the room where I met with the photographer, everyone was so polite and kind to me. It was a new feeling being respected by others.

  I stood there self-consciously as they took a series of head shots as well as full length shots. They went on and on about how naturally beautiful I was, at first I had thought they were talking about someone else. Once the pictures were taken they led me to an office where we figured out what would go on my profile. They wanted to know what kind of interests I had and certain things I liked. When I read the profile on the screen my face lit up.

  Name: Grace White

  Age: 18

  Hair: Blonde

  Eyes: Green

  Body Type: fit and curvy

  Sexual experience: Virgin

  Interests: reading, road trips, going on adventures and living life to the fullest.

  Likes: Good food, travel, literature, parties, sports and freedom.

  I was on cloud 9 when I left the company and made my way home. This was possibly the start of a new life for me. I just needed to hope that someone would chose me, find interest in me and get me the hell out of the terrible life that I was leading. This could be my only shot at happiness. It just had to work. I didn't have any other options, I would be lost if this fell through.

  When I walked in the front door of my home, I wished I didn't. My parents were in the middle of a screaming match and they were both very drunk. An empty whiskey bottle sat on the living room table. I never understood how poor people managed to afford liquor. Our lives would be so much better off if the money went to where it was supposed to go. They both turned to me when I entered the room and looked at me with pure hatred. The look made me shrink back.