Sold at the Auction(22)

"Certainly sir," he said in a clipped tone. "Be happy to. Would you like the lady to be present at the meeting?"

And I shivered, eyes going wide. They wanted me to come to a club  meeting to share my experience, testify like I was on the stand?

But Troy shook his head.

"Naw, no need to drag Ellie into this more, it's fucking fucked up and  there's gonna be blood on the ground to say the least. Let's spare her  the sight."

I breathed a sigh of relief. Because on the one hand, I was curious. Who  were these powerful men, shadowy, discreet billionaires who bought and  sold girls in a private club setting? Who had the connections, the deep  pockets to indulge and fund such a venture? But on the other, my sense  of self-preservation warned me away because danger loomed. These were  dangerous, dominant alphas used to getting what they wanted and I  couldn't take on a pack of them. Hell, I could barely handle Troy, the  way he took charge of every situation, of my body, my wants, needs and  desires, how in the world could I deal with twelve, fifteen, twenty  Troys?

But the moment passed and Jeeves snapped his notebook shut, standing up with the stiff elegance of a butler.

"Anything else I can get you sir? Madame?" he asked, bowing from the waist again.

I shook my head while Troy growled, "Naw, that's all."

And with a click of his heels, Jeeves was gone once more, tails flying, stiff lip held high.

I giggled a little after he departed, once the door swung shut. "He's quite a character," I said wryly.

Troy chuckled.

"Yeah, he's actually the Club's first employee, our longest-lasting  steward. We've got quite a couple of good people working for us, it's  the only way this place could operate, but Martin is one of the best,  mannered and subtle, yet nosy when he has to be," Troy said with a  grunt. "He knew something had gone down with the auction, and was here  to find out. The basketball game was just a pretense, he was here to  talk to you."

My mouth opened, surprised.

"Me, really? I thought he wanted to get your feedback on the box," I croaked.

Troy shook his head.

"Naw, that was just a cover so you wouldn't feel intimidated. Martin is good honey," he said wryly. "As is the Club."         

     



 

And I paused, thinking. The butler had been so skilled, carefully  drawing out my story, making me think that I was in charge so that I  felt comfortable recounting my experience. And it'd all been carefully  planned, designed almost, waiting until the time was right, until I was  safely under Troy's care. But I shook my head again. My story was out  there now and what was important was getting results.

"So there are fail-safes, double checks to make sure everything goes as  planned, right?" I asked again, my voice low. "They just didn't work in  my case for some reason."

And Troy sighed, hauling me into his arms, pressing his lips to my ear.

"Honey, I have no idea what the fuck happened the night you were sold,  how protocol was breached so thoroughly. But I promise I'm gonna find  out," he said, leaning away for a moment to look deep in my eyes, blue  eyes serious, big hands warm on my shoulders. "I promise, okay? I want  this to be good for you, for you to enjoy yourself, have a good time."

And a feeling of safety, of warm contentment, seeped into my soul.  Because despite the fact that Mr. Black was my captor, he made me feel  protected, like I could relax in his arms, let go and not worry. I was  like a hothouse flower, a beautiful orchid tended to in the warmth of a  greenhouse, attention lavished on my form, treasured, petted, thoroughly  fed and watered, making me rosy, bloom in adoration and love. What had  happened to me was shocking, sure, but it was feeling less and less like  an abduction. In fact, I was positively basking in the attention, the  cooking, the eating, the basketball game, and most of all, my time  getting to know the big man, learn more about him. So I wound my arms  around his neck, pulling him close once more.

"Mr. Black," I murmured against his lips. "Do you want to watch more  basketball, or do you want to  … ?" I smiled at him, lips quirking gently  as I pressed my bosom against his hard chest.

And the feel of my soft girls, luscious and warm, the sensation of my  sinuous female body twining around him, made the big man groan, his cock  popping to attention, grinding against my soft belly.

"Honey," he rasped, "I want all of you," he ground out before capturing  my mouth with his own, seizing my lips in a kiss so persuasive, so  thorough, that my heart hammered, bones melting in his embrace. Because  somehow I'd surrendered, somehow this man had climbed all the walls,  fought all the dragons, and I was putty in his grasp, absolutely his.  And the worst part? I wanted it  …  I wanted Troy Black, mind, body and  soul, all of him, forever.





CHAPTER THIRTEEN


Troy




A week later  …

She was fucking gorgeous, curls spilling about her shoulders as she  perched in my lap, her sweet, soft form, so curvy, so delectable.

"Guess this is all huh?" she mewled sweetly, giving me once last peck on  the lips. Because I'd fucked her good this past week, taken that sweet  little body so many times that Ellie was innocent no more, not by a long  shot. I'd bent her over, pulled her knees up, practically made her do  the splits while pummeling her back hole, the brunette coming again and  again, breathless sighs of ecstasy ringing out as her body was violated  by my dick, taking the massive shaft in her deepest recesses.

And yeah, I'd stuck to anal, there was no pussy sex. I'm an ass man  because it's so fucking dirty and I love seeing a girl taking a huge  dick up her back end. It's partly the graphic nature. I love having a  woman lay on her back, knees pulled up to her chest, baring everything  to me, hips canted up as I run my huge cock up her anus. It's forceful,  it often pushes her across the bed, but the sight is such a turn-on,  always makes me so hard, jizzing gallons of semen in her ass.

So yeah, I'm a sick mofo, I've never pretended to be otherwise and  Ellie's ass is good and used now, she limped around for a few days sure,  but recovered quickly, bouncing back to normal being eighteen, flexible  and nubile. And I'm happy to say that she's able to take my dick  without too much trouble now, I don't have to screw myself in with quite  as much effort, her ring relaxes faster, she's got the breathing down,  often pulling her nips to help ass relax as I drill her.

And shit, I'm letting it all walk away. Can you believe it? After a week  with the gorgeous brunette, Ellie was on my lap now, exchanging a last  kiss before she walked out the door, into a black car and out of my  life. I'm not sure why I'm letting her do it. It's almost like I have a  conscience, which I don't.

But the girl deserves better than this. The brunette made it clear  multiple times that she wasn't here of her own free will. Unlike our  usual females, my beautiful captive was full-on kidnapped, hands bound  behind her back, tied and trussed up for auction. What the fuck? It was  so fucking wrong, and I still had the board meeting where we'd deal out  some punishment. But the more important thing was that Ellie had made it  clear that this started illicitly, that although she grew to love my  loving, to pull her ass open for me whenever I wanted, that it hadn't  started out fair and square. She'd been abducted and I couldn't keep a  girl like that bound to me, no matter how much she got paid.         

     



 

So I was letting her go. I was letting Ellie walk away, without any  strings, without any dumb shit like "I'll call you" or "Come and see me  again." This interlude had begun on the wrong foot, and I wanted to make  it right for her now.

So I kissed the brunette with all of my pent-up feelings, taking her  mouth, parting her lips with my tongue, delving deep, big hands roaming  all over her sweet tits, bouncing the huge breasts in my hands, one palm  moving down between her skirt to caress lightly at her thighs, running  over that sweet pussy once more. And fuck, it was wet, she was creaming,  gushing from our embrace, our last kiss.

But I couldn't take her because it was time to go and slowly, I picked  her up, swinging her into my arms. It was almost like I was gonna mount  the stairs, take her to my bedroom and ravish that curvy form once more,  love her again, giving her my sweet cum to drink, branding her with my  body. But instead, I strode to the front door and swung it open, the  town car already waiting outside. And with a few swift steps, I  deposited her into the back seat, giving her one last kiss, feeling her  sweet breath against my lips as she leaned backwards, relaxing into the  supple leather.

"Goodbye, Mr. Black," she murmured, stroking my face one last time, small fingers warm and caressing. "Goodbye."

And I stood back, blue eyes blazing, even as I shut the door.

"Goodbye Ellie Danes," I rumbled, staring at her through the window as  the car pulled away. It shouldn't have hurt, my heart should have felt  light. I was ridding myself of a girl, that was the whole reason I'd  gone to the auction in the first place. Because fuck yeah, that's why  guys take part in the sale, why the Club provides the service. We don't  want the hassle of a dating, much less a long-term relationship, so  we've established a situation where you get a sensuous week with a  beautiful girl before saying goodbye, no strings, no attachments, no  nothing. And she knows going into it as well, knows full well that  there's no potential for anything in the future, so there are no hurt  feelings, no endless whining, begging or pleading, 24/7 texts and emails  from a spoiled, entitled female.