Anger boils beneath my skin, and I grit my teeth and glare toward the auctioneer, but she remains focused on the tablet in front of her. No doubt studying my preferences after the fucking fact.
The second one is doable; my cock doesn’t twitch though.
The third, a brunette, has plump lips and long, silky hair that looks natural. “You!” I point toward her, and excitement flares in her eyes, causing my cock to stir.
This.
This is what I like.
A woman desperate to please you for her own fulfillment as much as yours.
Moving along the line, my eyes latch onto a dark-haired woman with plump red lips, and eyes begging me to fuckher. She caresses her bottom lip with her tongue, and when I nod, a flash of excitement spreads over her face.
The next one has curves of an hourglass, certainly not something my father would appreciate, which has my blood pumping. I point to her. “On the bed, I want you”—I point to the next woman, uncaring of her appearance, she’s going to be begging me with her moans of euphoria—“to lick her pussy until she screams.”
A gasp leaves one of the women, and when my eyes land on hers, she blushes. My throat becomes dry, and my chest tightens.
What the fuck was that reaction?
I peruse every inch of her, starting at her bare feet, then inch up her slender legs and over her toned stomach before landing on her hips. I imagine holding onto those hips so hard my knuckles whiten as I pound into her from behind, leaving behind fingerprint bruises to remind her she’s mine. My cock jumps, and the skin around my girth becomes tighter, pushing me to widen my legs to further accommodate the swelling in my pants. Fuck yes.
Her tits are more than a handful, and her dark-pink nipples are peaked. I wonder if she likes them licked and caressed or manhandled when she’s being fucked. My fingers twitch to discover her, to experience her softness against my rough hands.
Her slender throat would look ravishing with my hand coiled around it, forcing her to gag, with spittle overflowing her plump lips.
Excitement shoots up my spine, and I fidget in a lame attempt to cover my growing arousal.
My eyes zone in on the small dimple denting her chin, and I wonder if she has any more distinctive markings I canacknowledge. Smaller ones that need searching for, perhaps?
I’d find every damn one of them and lick them until she begged me to bring her pleasure.
“You!” I point toward her, and her blue eyes go wide, shimmering with uncertainty. I have a strange urge to reassure her, but with the others here, that’s not an option I can explore.
The woman’s icy-blonde hair has a slight wave to it, and I glance at the auctioneer, wondering if she realizes what a screw-up this is, of an epic proportion. Though, all things considered, I’m thinking she’s done me a favor. She’s like a little porcelain doll, and I have a strange urge to protect her.
“That’ll be all,” I state.
The auctioneer nods, and everyone besides the pair on the bed and the blonde and brunette leaves the room.
Every cell in my body comes alive as the two on the bed begin eating each other’s pussies. Slurping and moaning can be heard, and I swear the blonde winces; her face flushes a deeper shade of red, and I revel in it. Does the color spread over her chest when she comes too?
“Make her fucking scream when she comes,” I growl toward the bed while my focus remains locked on the blonde.
Tonight just got very fucking interesting.
Chapter Four
Hevan
I’m struggling not to bring my fingers to my mouth to gnaw on my nails for a sense of comfort or reassurance, but somehow, I remain steady and in line as commanded. I’m far too terrified to do anything else.
The degree of exposure to not only the women here but also the workers has me wanting to hurl up the meager contents of my stomach or curl into a ball and wail, but neither of those things will help me in this situation.
The woman from the basement believed the best option to avoid abuse was a Carrera son. The thought is absolutely terrifying. This entire situation seems like a different reality, far outside my comfort zone.
She quickly explained I needed to feign confidence to get through this next part, then if I was lucky enough to be transferred to one of the clubs, I would stand a chance of some semblance of freedom again.
That is my endgame: get back to my normal life and continue on my path at college to become a schoolteacher.
