Bought: Highest Bidder(12)

Madam Lynn's eyes travel down my body and then back up to meet mine as  she brushes the hair out of my face. "Let's keep your hair behind you  and not cover up your breasts. Take your bra off as well." She moves on,  continuing to list the ladies and doing a thorough check of each as my  heart sputters in my chest. Another assistant is carrying a handful of  roses, ten total, in a variety of colors. She passes each girl a rose in  turn. I carefully take the cream-colored rose as she hands it to me.  Although the thorns are gone, I still feel as though simply holding the  rose in my hand is going to hurt me.

I step out of line and reach behind my back to unclip the bra and let it  fall. My breasts are perky, but they sag slightly from their weight. I  look in the mirror, feeling even more self-conscious.

"You're beautiful, Dahlia." I turn to face the woman behind me. "These men know what real women look like."

I clear my throat, taking my spot back in line and trying not to hide  myself, fiddling with the soft petals of the rose. "Thank you," I say as  confidently as I can.

The urge to cross my arms is strong, but I fight it.

"Madeline," Madam Lynn calls out her name as she opens the door wide. "Let's go, my dear."

Madeline walks confidently out onto the stage and I walk quickly to take  her place behind the door. Madam Lynn's hand is firm on Madeline's  shoulder as they walk, their heels clicking and Madam Lynn whispering in  Madeline's ear. She finally releases her, lining her up in the center  of the stage.

It's so bright. Spotlights are shining on her body, and their intensity  makes the dress pointless. You can see everything. Fuck. The breath is  stolen from my lungs as I look down at my own dress and hear a  microphone being turned on.

"Welcome, gentlemen, it's time for the auction." At Madam Lynn's words,  the curtains slowly open and Madeline straightens her shoulders,  standing tall for all the men to see.

Sucking in a deep breath, I prepare for the auction to start.





Chapter 9





Lucian





"How about her?" Zander asks with a raised brow. Neither he nor Isaac  have their bidding paddles in hand. Judging from their conversation,  they aren't interested in the women tonight. There are at least fifty  men in this room, and the pamphlet lists only ten women tonight. So I'm  perfectly fine with them sitting this one out. I'd like to find someone  who'd suit me well, and there's one I'm eager to see.

I shake my head as a man I don't recognize starts the bidding off at  five hundred thousand, raising his white paddle that's barely visible.

The woman is beautiful, and the pamphlet indicates she's experienced as  does the black rose in her hands. But the next woman is the one I'm  impatient to see.

"Six hundred thousand," the auctioneer says loudly, searching through  the crowd and then nodding his head. "Seven to the gentleman on the  right." I turn and see Zander's raised his paddle.

He smiles broadly as the original man yells out, "Eight hundred thousand!"

"Stop fucking with him, Zander." Zander's grin doesn't fade as he sets the paddle down and shrugs at Isaac.

"You better not do that shit to me," I tell him. Cocky bastard.

"Is that what you do here?" I ask beneath my breath.

Isaac shakes his head and watches the stage as the woman is sold for  nine hundred thousand dollars. "He just started doing it out of sheer  boredom. One day you're going to win one of them," he turns to face  Zander, "and then what?" he asks.

"Then I'll have myself a Submissive," Zander says flippantly. Isaac answers with something, but I don't catch it.         

     



 

The woman I've been waiting for walks out on stage. Her nude heels click  on the ground, and it's all I can hear as she walks in what seems like  slow motion. Everything else turns to white noise, and the only sound in  my ears is the steady click, click, click of her nervous steps.

She's utterly gorgeous, but there's an obvious innocence about her. I  thought I'd be interested when I looked at her information initially,  but now I'm certain that I have to have her.

Treasure. She's the one. Her gold dress clings to her figure and  sparkles beautifully, as though she truly belongs in it. The gold tones  only make her sun-kissed skin that much more beautiful. My dick is  already hard at the thought of my hand leaving a bright red flush across  her lush ass.

She centers herself on the stage, looking nervously at the auctioneer and then behind her, at Madam Lynn.

The dusting of sparkles on her dress barely hides her soft curves. I  want to see all of her. I want to feel her soft skin. I grip the paddle  tighter and rise it up high. "Five hundred thousand," I call out,  starting the bid before the auctioneer can ramble like he did with the  first woman.

A man in the far corner, features behind a grey mask that covers three-quarters of his face raises his paddle. "Six."

Another man in the far back who I recognize as Stephen White, heir and  owner of a few local car dealerships, raises his paddle. "Seven hundred  thousand."

Although the thin wood of the paddle pierces deeper into the sweaty palm  of my hand as anger washes through me, I maintain my calm demeanor and  raise my paddle again. "Eight hundred thousand."

I watch Dahlia, my treasure, as her skin colors a beautiful red on her  chest and up her cheeks with a blush. My dick twitches at the thought of  seeing that color on her ass. I can imagine how she'd squirm in my lap  as I smacked my hand down with a blistering beating. Gripping her  tempting ass before spanking her over and over.

"Nine. One million," the auctioneer points at each man as they raise  their paddles, upping the cost. I don't care how much I have to pay.  She's going to be mine. "One million one hundred thousand. One point  one."

There's a pause, and he looks around the room through his spectacles. "One point two," he says as I raise the paddle.

"One point three," he calls out as the last bidder, White, raises his  paddle again. I turn to face him, and although he must be able to feel  my eyes boring into the side of his face, he ignores me.

I raise my paddle once more and keep it in the air this time. "One  million four hundred thousand," the auctioneer says. I watch as White  raises his and then takes a peek at me as the auctioneer rattles off,  "One point five," my paddle still in the air.

"One point six," the auctioneer says, pointing to me and then looking back to White.

"Shit's getting real," I hear Zander say out of the side of his mouth.  His humor doesn't do anything to ease the anger flowing through me.  She's mine.

White finally breaks my gaze and sets his paddle on the table. I stare  him down as the auctioneer says, "One point six million, going once …   going twice," he takes a final look around the room and I swear to God  if anyone were to speak I'd lose my shit, "Sold! For one point six  million."

I watch as the woman, Dahlia, gasps. My treasure is ushered off the  stage with unsteady steps in her patent leather heels as she tries to  collect herself. A smile grows along my lips as I stand to go to the  office in the back where I'll collect her after the auction is done.

"Congratulations, sir," Zander says with a smirk.

"You should have bid two mil, you pussy," Isaac says to Zander, and I finally huff out a small laugh.

"Maybe next month I'll fuck with him," Zander says before taking a sip of his whiskey.

I ignore them and watch as Dahlia disappears from my sight.

I knew the moment I saw her that I had to have her.

And now she's mine. I own her. A few sheets of paper stand in the way.  And then tomorrow morning, I'll have my Submissive all to myself. I'm  dying to get a taste tonight, but the rules must be followed. And that  means one last night to herself, and then she's mine.



The door to the office I've been sitting at for nearly an hour finally  opens, and my hand tightens around the tumbler on the table. The ice  clinks as I move the cool glass, bringing it to my lips. My eyes never  leave the door as I take a sip of the aged whiskey.

It opens seamlessly, revealing Madam Lynn in her scarlet dress. She's a  gorgeous woman with poise and grace, but I ignore her entirely, waiting  for Dahlia to be revealed. Her shoulders are hunched inward slightly,  and her head's down. Although she originally walked in with her eyes on  me, they immediately fell to the floor.         

     



 

It's like she's scared to look at me. Maybe she's overwhelmed. I imagine  that's normal, and I'll be sure to put her at ease. The pamphlet only  gave a tiny bit of information about Dahlia, my treasure.

I know she's a first-time Submissive. Her information indicated she  hasn't been trained, which only makes my dick harder and me more eager  to get her back home and in the playroom. So her looking down is an  instinctual Submissive behavior. That's fucking perfect.

She looks even more beautiful close up as she walks to the glass table  and takes a seat across from me and next to Madam Lynn. The madam slaps a  stack of papers down on the table, finally gaining my attention.