“Going twice.”
“Just worry about Natalie,” I reply in a tone that leaves no room for further pressing. Because Max has known me for a long damn time, he relents.
“I certainly hope you know what you’re doing, boss,” he mutters.
Kayleigh stares back at me, a cocktail of emotions dancing wildly in those startling blue eyes—fear, anger, shock, and quite possibly relief. Or maybe I’m just trying to convince myself that I swooped in and saved the fucking day. She might see it very differently.
“Sold for one hundred thousand dollars!”
Either way, she’s mine now.
CHAPTER 3
KAYLEIGH
I always thoughtmy sister exaggerated the details of her auction experience. But the sex dungeon themed room Alida described to me a couple of Christmases ago is shockingly accurate—down to the dungeon-like headboard on the oversized bed with a variety of restraints on the bedside table next to it.
It’s an erotic torture chamber Elliot Bishop is apparently well acquainted with.
I’m still recovering from the shock of spotting him behind the seated audience, raising his hand to toss in his bid.
A hundred thousand dollars.
It’s four times the amount I was prepared to ask for yesterday, if only the arrogant cowboy had given me two more minutes before he told me, in no uncertain terms, to get off his ranch.
So what the actual fuck?
I’d ask him, but the jerk basically shoved me in this erotica playroom and commanded me to stay put until he returned. His abrupt departure almost an hour ago has given me nothing but time to take in all the many kinky details. It’s not like I can sneak out of this exotic mansion unnoticed. Not in this damn sparkly red dress, anyway.
“Too bad my fucking change of clothes is in the dressing room,” I grumble.
Not that it matters. If I disappear before the terms of the contract are fulfilled, I won’t see a dime anyway.
I can’t let this whole thing be for nothing.
If I don’t get the money?—
“No,” I say, blowing out a heavy exhale. “Not going there.”
I refuse to let panic take over and focus instead on the BDSM wonderland I’ve only read about in very naughty books. It is oddly fascinating. Whips and leather restraints are draped across a red velvet chair in one corner. An apparatus I’m certain is some sort of sex swing built for two hangs from the high ceiling, right in the center of the room.
A sawhorse-like table thing is covered in a black leather cushion and restraints near the foot of the bed.
I run my fingers over the smooth leather as a vision of Elliot bending me over this contraption, my hands tied to its ends and my dress bunched up around my waist, assaults me without warning. A zing of pleasure goes straight to my core as I envision his thick cock pounding into me from behind.
Either I’m a special kind of fucked up, or maybe this turn of events isn’t so bad.
If I’m being honest, I’ve had a secret crush on Adam’s dad since the day I met him. It probably didn’t help that I ran into Elliot right after his shower. I still remember those damn water droplets glistening off his muscular chest as he backed me up against the wall, caging me in with one hand because the other was clenching the towel at his hip.
Maybe tonight I’ll get to play out that dirty little fantasy, along with a few others I’ve had about the man.
No one ever has to know it happened.
It almost feels like a win-win.
Almost.
I tug open a dresser drawer and gasp. It’s filled to the brim with brand-new, still-in-the-box vibrators, dildos, and a bunch of other devices that are both mildly intriguing and borderline terrifying.
