Her palms settle on my legs, warm through the fabric of my pants.
"Like this?"
"Exactly like that." Christ, her touch is burning through my clothes. "The first thing you need to understand is that this isn't about your comfort or pleasure. It's about making them feel powerful."
"And how do I do that?"
"By showing enthusiasm. By making sounds that suggest you're enjoying yourself. By using your hands and mouth in ways that stroke their ego as much as their cock."
Her cheeks flush slightly, but she doesn't look away. "Okay."
"Okay, what?"
"Tell me how you want me to touch you. What techniques I need to learn."
The direct request nearly breaks my control. She's asking me to teach her to pleasure me while I prepare her for other men. The psychological torture is exquisite.
"First, you need to understand the basic mechanics. Unbutton my belt."
Her fingers move to my belt, and I have to fight not to react to the intimacy of the gesture. She works slowly, deliberately,maintaining eye contact as she loosens my belt and unzips my pants.
"You're too tentative. Men like Kozlov want to see eagerness, not hesitation." I cover her hands with mine, guiding them. "Like you can't wait to please them."
"Is that what you want, Renato? For me to act like I can't wait to please you?"
I do want that. I want her eager, I want her willing, I want her to look at me the way she'll never look at any buyer.
"I want you prepared for anything they might demand."
"Then teach me everything."
She reaches for my zipper, and I catch her wrist.
"Camilla, before we continue, there's something you need to know."
"What?"
"Kozlov and Al-Rashid are coming for a private viewing next week. They want to see you before committing to serious bids. The broker, Torretti might be here as well."
Her hand stills against my pants. "A viewing?"
"Standard procedure for high-value acquisitions. They'll evaluate your appearance, your demeanor."
I watch her process this information, see the moment when the reality hits her. In a week, she'll be displayed for these men like merchandise. Evaluated, assessed, judged on her potential value.
"Is this viewing necessary?"
"It's normal. They're talking fifteen million euros as a starting point."
"Fifteen million." She's quiet for a moment. "I must be very valuable merchandise."
"You are."
"And after this viewing? How long until the auction?"
"That depends on their level of interest. There could be a bidding war. Could be days, could be weeks."
She takes a deep breath, then her hands resume their movement, sliding my zipper down.
