Sold at the Auction(10)

     



 

Pausing tentatively into the tiled room, not seeing me at first, the  brunette looked around wide-eyed at the bathroom, taking it all in. With  small steps, she approached the tub, the warm water beckoning, small  whirlpool jets causing bubbles to foam invitingly on the surface. And  then she paused. It was endearing actually. A lot of women I knew would  have waltzed in like a queen, upset that there weren't servants to do  their bidding. But this was new to the brunette, and it was cute how she  padded over to the tub like a tip-toeing mouse.

But once she got to the tub, all inhibitions flew away. Because the  thick terrycloth bathrobe was gone in a moment, her luscious form coming  into view for the first time since the auction as she stepped into the  water. And oh shit, oh shit, but the girl was perfect. Sitting on the  stool, I devoured her all over again, those huge, bouncy breasts with  the pink nips, the tiny waist that flared into generous hips, all of it  leading to the sweet vee between her legs. Because fuck yeah, that's  where the treasure lay, that was where I was going to suck, lick, and  yeah, fuck, find my ending, burying myself deep as she screamed in  ecstasy.

So I made myself known then, just as the girl dipped a toe into the  steaming bath, her pink cunt spreading slightly as her legs parted,  getting ready to lower herself into the water.

"How are you?" I rumbled casually, eyes glued to her slit, devouring that sweet form. "Feeling relaxed little girl?"

And she let out a small scream then, turning swiftly, mouth dropping  open, brown eyes wide with shock and surprise. But to her credit, the  brunette didn't panic although a stranger had just revealed himself in  her bathroom. She merely snatched at her robe, grabbing it off the  ground and wrapping it tightly around herself, the terrycloth shielding  that luscious figure.

"Who-who are you?" she stammered. "What are you doing here? They didn't tell me someone would be in here."

And I chuckled then, deep in my throat.

"What do you mean, who am I?" I rumbled. "I'm the man who bought you.  And as for being here, well I won you fair and square, you belong to me  now, so no place is off-limits."

The girl flushed upon hearing those words.

"Bu-but what does that mean?" she asked, stammering slightly. "What does it mean, ‘I belong to you'?"

My eyebrows went up again, and not in a good way. What the fuck, had the  Club not done its job? What did we pay these lackeys for, didn't they  prep the girls on what was expected, what was to come?

But I didn't feel like getting into it now, the rules and regulations  were boring and dry, like reading a dictionary. All I wanted was that  sweet body, to taste this beautiful girl. So I looked at her  speculatively once more and decided to ignore her question.

"So baby girl, tell me what brings you here," I said casually. "How is it that you're at the Billionaires Club?"

She flushed. This was a weird place to have a getting-to-know-you  conversation, sure, but it seemed crass to take her without even knowing  her name, a little of her background. She bit her lip before murmuring,  "My friend and I were on a trip to Vegas and  …  we found ourselves  here."

I nodded knowingly. It wasn't surprising to hear that two girls on a  party jaunt in Vegas had a sudden change of plans when approached by one  of our procurers. Because there's just so much fucking money, it's hard  to rip your eyes away from the prize. So I asked mildly, "Any regrets?"

And I'm not sure what I expected to hear next. Either breathy  declarations that "Yes, this was the best decision of my life," or  whining complaints about being dragged here, how it was so hard to go up  on stage, how she felt like livestock.

But the brunette took me by surprise because she didn't go either way.  Instead, the woman took a deep breath, as if summoning her courage, and  looked me straight in the eye.

"No, no regrets, not now that you're here," she murmured, looking into  my deep blue gaze, her eyes pools of chocolate, easy to drown in.

And fuck, but my dick stiffened immediately, becoming diamond hard.  Because the brunette had just admitted that she wanted me, she wanted to  explore where this would go, give herself up to a week of sensuousness,  my male form dominating her, taking her, owning her, branding her as  mine. And not only that, but the Girl in Gold was a virgin, someone  without a clear idea of what was going to happen, and yet she'd just  admitted that with me, she wanted it. She wanted to fuck me. I shouldn't  have been surprised of course, women lay themselves at me feet, begging  for a taste of my cock, to feel my body hard on theirs, demanding,  impaling. But with this girl it was different. Her admission was so  sweet, so giving that I felt ten miles tall, like I could own the world,  a warrior descending from the heavens. And fuck, but I wanted her too.  If I'd lusted for her before, then I wanted the brunette ten times more  now, and there was no point in waiting anymore. My dick, which had been  semi-stiff for the past hour, was no longer taking no for an answer and I  had to get inside asap before it burst in a sticky mess on the floor.         

     



 

"Take off your robe," I commanded, eyes blazing all over her body. "Get in the tub."

She obeyed without hesitation, the white terry slipping off her narrow  shoulders once more, revealing the creaminess within, the giant breasts,  the sweet pooch of her tummy. But it was all hidden as she slipped into  the water, gracefully descending, the steam rising to shield her face,  turning her into a goddess of mystery.

"Good," I grunted. "Soap yourself," I commanded, still unmoving, like a giant statue across the room. "Get those curves wet."

And the girl obeyed, pouring a bit of shower gel into her palm and  running it over her sweet form. She was no shy pansy, her breasts were  right at the water's edge and she caressed them sensuously, rubbing  circles around her nipples, stroking them, pinching the hard nubs until  she gasped, throwing her head back in ecstasy, mouth parted slightly at  the sensations.

"Down below as well," I ground out, my eyes never leaving her. "Get good  and clean." And with a shy smile, her hands descended under the water  line. I couldn't see what was happening, but the mental picture made me  stiffen, heat flaring in my chest, blood rushing to my groin. Because  the girl threw her head back and moaned again as waves rippled in the  tub, the result of her ministrations.

"Ohhhh, feels good," she gasped breathily. "Feels good."

And maybe it was her bobbling breasts, maybe it was the heat of the  room, but I couldn't take it anymore. Getting up, I was across the  bathroom in two giant strides, kneeling by the tub.

"Up," I commanded. And her eyes flickered open, looking at me dazed,  hand still playing with herself, massaging those soft folds.

"Up," I ground out again. "Stand up."

And slowly, the brunette did as told. She rose in the bath, water  sluicing off those generous curves, sliding down her breasts, trailing  over her tummy, a literal waterfall descending from between her legs,  all of it fragrant and sensuous. I grabbed a razor from a small ledge,  holding it up.

"That's right," I said, reaching one big hand to stroke her cunt, to  finally touch those sweet folds. "I'm gonna shave you bare down here."

She flushed then, gasping a bit, knees wobbling slightly, and I nodded.

"Your landing strip is gorgeous baby girl," I ground out, running my  fingers up and down that sweet brown patch, "but I like my girls  completely bare, soft and fleshy, so get ready honey, get ready to lose  it all."

And gasping, she grabbed the ledge next to the tub, steadying herself  because my hands were already beginning its magic. I softly stroked  through her folds, feeling that sweetness and fuck, but she was  drenched. Not a little bit damp, a little bit moist, but fucking  sopping, there was shit ton of female nectar on my palm. And I loved it.  I loved her slit, the way her labia grew puffy under my hands, and  dropped my head for a moment, kissing the base of her slit. She gasped  throatily, throwing her head back and moaning.

"Never felt a man here before, huh?" I ground out. "Well, get ready for more."

And with that, I helped her lift a knee, positioning a foot on the edge  of the tub so that her pussy opened on its own, the interior of that  beautiful pink cunt coming into view. Holy shit, it was an untouched  cunt and never had I seen anything so gorgeous. Pearl pink on the  inside, her labia moist and glistening, the lips spread a bit to reveal  that secret channel before joining at the top in a hard nub.

And once more, unable to resist, I dipped my head and lapped at her clit, the small ball jumping in my mouth as I touched it.

"Ummm," she moaned, breasts heaving as her lashes dropped closed, chin tilted upwards. "That felt good."