Plan B, if it came to it. The pill as a longer-term solution. Because even without having had the chance to investigate the details of the mess Anthony had thrown us into further, somehow I knew this wouldn’t be a one-night kind of deal.
“Alright,” Frankie almost whispered, letting out a long, ragged breath. “And I want my money right after,” she rushed out. Smart girl.
“The auction’s cut’s already taken out,” I told her. “The rest has been deposited into an account for you. Rest assured, you’ll get it. Every penny.”
Something in her posture finally relaxed at that. Another hint at the burdens she clearly held in her life outside this strange, exciting night.
I had no reason to wonder about this girl, to feel any sense of curiosity over anything about her besides the softness of her skin and the wetness between her thighs. But my sharp mind still sought out the information anyway.
Our meal was finished, now, and we’d each polished off our flutes of champagne in the process. Frankie eyed the bottle, the last dregs of bubbly still cooling in the ice bucket, and without waiting for her to ask I stood to refill her glass.
“It’ll help with nerves,” I told her as I poured. She nodded jerkily and took an anxious gulp of the stuff. In seconds, she was proving the need for the liquid courage by letting out a faint “oops,” and sloshing it all over the front of her dress.
It was pricey champagne, and chilled besides, so she gasped in shock and from the cold as the bubbly seeped into the fabric, turning it an even darker blue. Her nipples peaked against the wet satin, and the glimmer of sticky-sweet liquid on the swellsof her breasts made me have to fight hard against my baser instincts. I wanted to lean in, to lick the drink off her skin, taste champagne sweetness mixed with whatever delectable flavor Frankie had naturally. To get the ravishment started, since my cock was becoming insistent against my zipper.
But instead, I stared at the enticing sight of Frankie’s heaving breasts, not caring if she saw me looking. I told her, “Well, we’ll need to get you out of those wet clothes.”
Darla came when I called for her, as always, and was happy to escort Frankie back toward a guest bedroom. Devin, Jon, and I were clearly reluctant to let her out of our sights, though. We were all watching the sway of her hips, the perfect roundness of her ass, when Jonathan upped the ante once more.
“Anything else you want to clarify before we get started?” Jonathan asked with an air of amusement in his voice. Frankie paused, turning over her shoulder to look up at him. Darla stopped behind her, waiting. Warm eyes moved slowly to meet Devin’s next, and then, finally, mine. I watched her back, blazing with need.
“Just one more thing,” she said, her voice low and almost husky. She still held my gaze as she practically purred, “I want to enjoy it.”
Devin let out a soft curse. Jonathan grunted, almost a growl. I kept my silence until Frankie had turned back down the hallway and disappeared into the low light with Darla.
“We have to take it easy on her,” Jonathan decided, his volume barely above a whisper.
“Absolutely not,” I countered.
“She wants toenjoyit,” Devin said, looking at me with disbelief in his gaze. “She’s a virgin for fuck’s sake.”
“And you saw how she stood up for herself back there.”
“She held her own,” Jonathan agreed cautiously. “But too rough, and we might break her.”
“We’ll let her set her limits.” Hell, the girl had already been brave enough to put herself up for auction to the seediest clientele in the city. “Unless you’re not confident we can show her the kind of pleasure her body deserves.”
Exactly as I expected, the guys’ metaphorical hackles rose. Funny how so many men were one baring of teeth, one growl, from becoming fully uncontrolled animals. I was still hanging onto my own control, despite the difficulty of it.
Our little auction prize was hoping to relish her first time with the three of us, and I needed all my signature self-restraint to make it happen.
It wouldn’t be easy, but more than I wanted my own release, I wanted to seehercome apart. To witness her being brought down to her basest humanity, absolutely wrecked by pleasure she’d never known.
She wanted to enjoy herself, damn it, and that could absolutely be arranged.
5
FRANKIE
We were past the point of no return now.
I mean, the possibility of getting out of this whole arrangement hadn’t really seemed plausible even before I’d gotten on that auction stage, what with the money on the line and the three big, scary men who’d paid for my virginity, but now that I was undressing in a well-decorated guest bedroom with the help of said men’s assistant, I was reeling at therealnessof all of this.
I was mere minutes away from having sex for the first time. Just the thought of it, the excitement of finally reaching this rite of passage, had an excited thrum of heat pulsing low in my belly.
Though I’d had bigger, higher-stakes things on my mind for the past few years, I couldn’t deny that I’d dreamed of being wanted like this. Being touched, pleased, connected with someone in that exciting new way…it was a thrilling prospect, made even more so by the extreme gorgeousness of the men, and the fact that there were three of them. But there was anxiety too, of course.
Triple anxiety, even.
