Sold To The Enemy

By Mandy Rosko

Dex's new owner is an old enemy...

 

In the distant future, engineered humanoids are created in labs and sold to high paying clients. Dex, an engineered specialty slave with intelligence far superior to the rest of his species, is aware that the possibility of a life outside of servitude is out of his reach.

 

Until Melody comes back into his life. The poor little rich daughter of one of his former owners, Melody's lie sent Dex back to the labs for torture and testing until he was deemed safe to be sold again. Now she's back, and she just purchased the rights to him.

 

Now the tables have been turned...

 

Though she seems to have changed and is determined to make amends, Dex demands proof of her sincerity in exchange for his forgiveness.

 

His conditions are simple. Melody must play the part of servant to Dex's every need. In return he will not only forgive her, but perform the rare ability he was engineered with on her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mandy Rosko
• Release date: Nov 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519955081

Mandy Rosko

USA Today Bestselling and award winning author Mandy Rosko loves writing paranormal romances with werewolves, dragons and people with special powers. She is the author of the Things in the Night Series, Night and Day, and the Dangerous Creatures Series.She does M/F, M/M, a touch of medieval under her other pen name, Rizzo Rosko, and pretty much anything else she's in the mood to write (which makes things confusing for readers since that means she's too much of a flake to stick to any one brand).Favorite authors right now are anyone who writes dangerous and tortured heroes ;)If you want to keep up to date on the sexy guys in my hot new releases, then sign up for my Newsletter and receive a free copy of The Vampire's Curse: http://mandyrosko.com/contact.htmlAnd on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MandyRoskoRomanceThings in the Night Series:The Vampire's CurseThe Legend of the WerewolfThe Shepard's AgonyThe Dragon and the Wolf (A prequel novella)Night and Day Series:Night and DayThe Calm Before The StormAll Hell Breaking LooseBook Four Coming Soon!Dangerous Creatures:Burns Like FireA Shock To Your SystemAs Cold As Ice Coming December 8th 2015

Book preview

1

Spring, 2319

Melody tore her eyes away from the gyrating, half-naked men and women, wearing barely-there thongs over their greased bodies, along the path set up for the buyers to follow inside the airport's rented auction room. A difficult task, considering almost every inch was being used up by booths, poles, tables and cages.

That last one Melody didn’t particularly like, but it wasn’t any of her business how these handlers dealt with their wares.

She shrugged it off. To be fair, not many handlers put their stags or doe in cages, and the ones they'd used weren't exactly cramped. Most were even prettified with scarves and pillows for the humanoids to play with and relax on.

As the doe lounged in her cage, Melody eyed her, pretending to be interested as a buyer instead of someone who also handled stags and doe for a living.

Stags and doe, humanoids engineered and born in labs, were very popular, and expensive, in the sex industry. Little, if anything, was on their minds. Save for the act of sex, when they would get it, who would give it to them, and how many times they could have it. The perfect sex toy, a warm body that wanted nothing better than to please and be pleased, who asked for virtually nothing in return.

The only reason for conventions like these was that stags and doe couldn't be bought and sold online due to credit fines if they were refunded or returned. Then there was the hassle of shipping them, which many people had abused. In person rentals and purchases only. Cash was the only acceptable currency. Or gold.

The tag on the cage listed the doe inside as Daniella. She was a blond little thing with perky breasts, peaked nipples, half-lidded blue eyes, and a round ass that would be good for grabbing. Melody stared at the breasts and ass in particular, but out of envy rather than lust.

Daniella was currently handling her breasts, squeezing and massaging them as other buyers stopped to look and consider whether she would be worth emptying out their entire savings on her.

She would be expensive. Melody could tell already, and she wanted to walk out of here with a couple of stags anyway, and not a single doe.

She walked away as the handler negotiated prices with rich college frat boys who'd been openly eyeing the product. There were other young men walking around too. Most were in in groups of three or four, and judging by their clothes and the open looks of awe and lust on their yaps, they were going to be pooling their money together for a rental, rather than a purchase.

Melody was not a rich college girl by any stretch of the imagination. For a start, she was a little past that stage, but she was certainly dressed the part of a patron with deep pockets.

She looked like she was getting ready to attend a social luncheon with the queen of the United States, what with the way her dress was not too tight, went to just above her knees, and the way she held her tiny beaded purse in both of her hands. The very best anyone else did was wear a professional suit, and that gave them away as handlers in an instant.

Melody didn't like advertising herself as a fellow handler. It made the other sellers weary of her, less likely to talk, give away any little secrets and upcoming trends they might know about, and otherwise not want to lightly give to the competition.

I can fuck you until that dress melts right off.

Melody turned. One of the stags, only a little taller than herself, was looking at her with open lust. He was holding one of the stripper's poles in both hands, his neck chained to the very top, with more than enough wiggle room for him to dance around it.

Melody cocked her head, Really?

The male licked his lips. He was of a wiry build, but he had a nice sized erection, and was pumping his hips back and forth, mimicking the act he wanted to perform on her.

His handler, a tiny woman who couldn't have been more than five feet tall with the brightest red hair Melody had ever seen in her life, stepped forward. He's for rent only, and is very knowledgeable in giving pleasure and prolonging orgasm.

Melody smiled, pretending for a minute she wanted to rent the stag. How big?

Six-and-a-half when erect, four inches for width. He can go for up to four times without losing his stamina as well.

Melody's brows shot up, and she nodded, impressed. I'll look around some more and come back later, she said.

Take your time, Red said with a smile. Satisfaction is guaranteed here or your money back. She handed Melody a brochure before she walked off.

Melody flicked through it, her spirits lifting. Her sales had been a little weak lately because of the economy, but nothing to cry about. Not yet. Still, this was amazing research.

Serving her customers with a smile like Red had done, and giving out real printed brochures by hand instead of sticking them on her website for her clients to download was much more personal, easier to trust.

And, with research in mind, maybe she really would take home a stag for a night of pleasure. There were always the stags she herself owned back home, but it was never a good idea to sample one's own wares. Handlers, both men and women, had been known to become possessive of their stock after sleeping with them, forgetting they were stags, rather than real people capable of becoming companions. Even Melody's mother had been a victim of that.

Melody passed another cage, staring with an open mouth at the sight of the male inside, on his back, his breathing heavy as another stag rode at a leisurely pace up and down on his lap.

Their handler, a much bigger and less than friendly woman than Red, with long brunette hair braided tightly behind her, came up and slapped her hand down on the bars, yelling at them to stop.

The noise jostled them, but then they went back to their business as though nothing had happened.

Stop that! The handler yelled. Save it for later!

Why tell them to stop? Melody asked.

The handler startled and jerked up, clearly not having sensed Melody's approach.

She scratched her head, dislodging several strands of hair from her braid. That's when you can tell they're damn near worthless, The handler said. I've tried introducing them to women, and they stay as soft as jelly. They can only get it up for other stags or men, which limits my clientele by fifty percent.

Odd, that was. Stags were known for being able to eagerly perform for whoever purchased or rented them, regardless of whether the client was male or female. The same went for doe. For the two males in this cage to stay soft as jelly, as the handler claimed, was