Sold to the Sultan (the Breslyn Auction Club Book 2)

by Penny Winestone

“It was… I don’t know…”

  “It’s okay. We can talk about it some other time.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief, squeezing Lucky’s thigh.

  “O-Okay.” I was about halfway done with my third glass when she leaned in really close, her nose almost touching mine.

  Lucky seemed to take our closeness as a sign that we were comfortable around each other. A pleased grin spread across his face, his eyes moving from me to her like there was a plan brewing in his head. “Why don’t we take this to my private chamber?” We both looked at him and nodded, unable to disobey him.

  He got up and Laila instantly reached for his hand, pulling him forward as she giggled, like she was bent on leaving me behind. Lucky chuckled, grabbing me by the ass, making sure I wasn’t forgotten. Together, all three of us squeezed into an elevator and I could tell by Lucky’s growing erection that he was dying to get into the bedroom.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  As soon as the doors closed, Laila kissed Lucky, pinning him against the wall, making it impossible for me to join in. Her lips were hungry against his.

  Again, my jealousy flared.

  “You’ll have to share, Laila.” Lucky reminded as he pulled away from her. Crossing the room, he smirked at me. Suddenly, he pulled down my dress, ripping it slightly until my breasts were exposed. Without hesitation, he took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it hard. He bit down slightly and all I could do was moan. The pleasure of Lucky being all over me, combined with the alcohol, was making my head spin. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

  By the time we reached the top floor, my legs no longer worked. Lucky picked me up and carried me into his bedroom. It was twice the size of my room, his bed enormous, looking like it could fit ten people on it. Some nights, it probably needed to. He threw me on the bed and started to crawl on top of me, kissing the side of my neck. He looked over at Laila who immediately started to undress, exposing her milky white flesh.

  Her breasts were a little smaller than mine, but she had wider hips and a cute little mound with its soft patch of red hair, neatly trimmed.

  Lucky took one look at her naked body before he told her to lay down. I could tell by the look in his eye that he yearned to taste it, but he was holding back, prolonging the moment.

  I bit my lip, wishing he would look at me with that same fiery glow in his eyes. Just thinking about his tongue running along my slit was enough to put me in a frenzy.

  As my thoughts started to run in a naughty direction, I almost forgot about Lucky and Laila. He had leaned down, his hands on her thighs, running his tongue along her eager mound for the first time that night.

  Laila’s moaned quickly filled the room and I wanted to cover my ears to keep the sound away. I could barely stand having her kiss Lucky in front of me. This was little less than torture.

  But Lucky didn’t ignore me for long. His fingers tiptoed along my skin, moving from my knee, to my thigh, and then to the top of my panties. Ever so slowly, he slipped his hand inside, his fingers running along my slit, my juices flowing freely at this point. I moaned, arching my back, pleasure coursing through me even now. I shivered as he started to flick my clit back and forth with his thumb, stimulating it until it was slightly swollen. I bit my lip to keep myself from begging for more but it felt so good…

  “Don’t cum until I tell you to.” Lucky whispered in my ear and I nodded, my hips pressing into the air, silently asking for more. He grinned at me, his face slightly slick with Laila’s juices. Through my own pleasure, I could hear her faint panting, like she had just come down from an amazing high. Had I missed her orgasm?

  With the smirk on his face deepening, he started pulling off my torn dress until I was left with nothing more than my panties. He ran his fingers over the thin, wet material, pushing it in slightly until I was bucking my hips and moaning his name.

  Lucky leaned down, taking my panties between his teeth, pulling them down inch by inch until they were around my knees. He yanked them off from there. “Play with yourself.” He ordered, his voice deep. I shivered and immediately, my fingers found my pussy, rubbing myself as I normally would if I was home alone, under the covers.

  “That’s it, get yourself nice and wet for me.” He unbuttoned his pants, carefully taking out his cock, holding it in his hand.

  Laila appeared, taking his cock into her delicate hands. She started to stroke him until he was rock-hard and throbbing. Suddenly, he slapped my hands away. My fingers were soaked. Laila continued to stroke his shaft, harder and harder until his tip was near purple with excitement. Seeing it, I was floored with an excitement I couldn’t quite explain. Slowly, Laila leaned down, lapping at a drop of pre-cum like she was savoring the taste.

  He allowed her to have a bit of fun, sucking and fondling his cock before he pushed her back onto the bed. He grabbed one of her breasts, kneading it with strong fingers until she was moaning his name. He trapped one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. As he started to toy with her puffy little nipples, he moved between my legs. Before I could even prepare for it, he rammed into me, filling every inch of me. Somehow, he felt even bigger than our last time together.

  As he bucked his hips into me, he started to kiss Laila. The kiss was rough and passionate and I could hear her muffled moans. They didn’t even bother me. All that mattered to me in this moment was the pleasure that coursed through every inch of my body. I never thought sex could feel this good.

  Laila was moaning louder than ever. Lucky continued to ram into me harder and harder, really making the bed rock. His balls were slapping into me, making my ass red. He started to play with my clit, flicking it back and forth. I screamed, tilting my head back into my pillow, my pussy tightening around his thick girth. I was gushing with juices by this point, my body tense with the need to orgasm, but I didn’t dare to disobey Lucky’s command.

  “Cum for me.”

  I couldn’t handle it. The fire in my stomach erupted, spreading to every inch of my body as I screamed at the top of my lungs. Lucky continued to fuck me through the earth-shattering orgasm until he finally pulled out, managing to coat both of us with his cum.

  He grinned at us, his green eyes full of mischief. I could tell he had much more in store for us. My chest heaved, trying to breathe properly despite the excitement that I felt. Deep down, I knew I never wanted this moment to end. It felt too good.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  The next day, I woke up in the arms of my lovers. I felt safe and secure. The sense of dread I had experienced yesterday was gone. Maybe being in a harem wasn’t all that bad, especially if it meant I could sleep with both Lucky and a beautiful woman.

  Soon enough, however, the two of them had things to do and I was left alone to explore the estate. I found myself walking around, sitting by the pool. I thought about going for a swim, so I went to my room and changed into my new bathing suit.

  Outside, I was just about to jump in when I noticed a large hot tub on the patio. I quickly changed my mind, easing into the relaxing water. The jets blasted into my back, sending me into a state of bliss. I nearly fell asleep, thinking about my life. Living here could be something I could probably get used to.

  I couldn’t help but think of Lucky. I was excited to see him that evening… maybe even Laila. I grinned, remembering the wild night we had spent together. My heart started to race just thinking about it. I sunk deeper into the water, a smile on my face.

  ***

  After a day of pure relaxation, I put on a beautiful dress and went downstairs. Some of the other women were already there, enjoying a glass of wine and speaking with each other. “Where’s Lucky?” I asked no one in particular.

  A darker-skinned woman with black hair turned and clicked her tongue. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She said almost cruelly.

  “Huh?”

  She shook her head and got up. “Lucky and Laila are in their bedroom. Alone.”

  “Oh…”

  “They don’t wan
t any visitors.” She added, driving the point home. I stepped back and before tears could come to my eyes I quickly turned around and ran out of the room. I didn’t even bother with the elevator, I just ran up the stairs, my heart feeling like it was breaking in half. I just couldn’t stand the thought of Lucky being alone with another woman – of him picking one of them over me. I knew it was probably selfish… but I couldn’t stand it.

  Inside my room, I slammed the door, leaning against it, the tears rushing down my cheeks. I felt completely crushed. I just couldn’t share Lucky with anyone else. Just thinking about it made me hurt all over.

  Distraught, I started to pack my bags, throwing in all the clothes that I had bought myself. If he didn’t want to be with me then I didn’t need anything he had gotten me – trying to trick me into thinking that he loved me. I choked on my tears, trying to calm down, but my fingers were shaking.

  I collapsed into the bed, my head in my hands. I didn’t belong here in this foreign country. Suddenly, I missed my mother so much that it hurt. I just wanted her to hug me – to tell me that everything was going to be okay. I wanted to go back to school, where I could learn about all the things that interested me – where I could build a career and never depend on anyone ever again.

  This world was no longer a fantasy that appealed to me.

  ***

  I cringed, hearing the noises coming from the master bedroom. With each moan, it felt like my heart was shattering into smaller and smaller pieces.

  Quickly, I slipped my hastily written note under the door.

  Dear Lucky,

  I thought I’d be able to handle this. I thought I’d be okay with this kind of lifestyle… but I’m not. This isn’t what I want. I can’t bring myself to share you with other women, so I’d rather just leave.

  -Estella

  My handwriting was atrocious, but it was the best I could manage under the circumstances. Taking a deep breath, I walked down the hall, holding my luggage bag firmly in my hand. I had already booked a flight online and in two hours, I would be on a plane back home.

  I walked onto the street, waiting for the ride-sharing service to pick me up. There were tears in my eyes. I couldn’t believe I was leaving Lucky. After only a few days, I felt like I had grown so close to him. Leaving him now was physically painful.

  A white sedan pulled up and a man greeted me. Or at least I thought that’s what he did because I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. “Airport.” My voice cracked and he just stared at me. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Airport.”

  This time, he nodded and motioned for me to get into the car. The interior smelled like smoke and overused ashtrays. I held my breath, looking out the window as he pulled away from the large gates that guarded Lucky’s estate. It had been fun while it lasted…

  They faded from view as we got further and further away. It felt like I was leaving a part of my heart behind, but I just couldn’t live his life.

  I closed my eyes, the image of my mother invading my thoughts.

  I was standing at the door, about to leave for prom. My hair was an absolute mess, but there was nothing I could do about it at that point. My friends were already outside, waiting for me. They honked their horn, but my mom grabbed my wrist before I could rush off.

  “Be careful, okay honey?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, yeah, mom.”

  “And if someone asks you to slow dance, make sure you’re the only girl he sees that night.”

  “Mom, it’s prom. Everyone dances with everyone.”

  She shook her head. “Listen to me. When a man truly loves you… he’ll make it known. You’ll be the only girl in his eyes.”

  “Jeez, mom. Like I said before… it’s just prom. I’m not getting married.”

  “I know honey… I know…”

  I couldn’t believe I had fallen for Lucky and his tricks, despite everything my mother had warned me about. I should have known this would end badly. I should have listened to her…

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  At the airport, I felt lost and confused. In my shaken state, it was hard for me to navigate through all the foreign signs. All the people that kept swarming around me were making me dizzy. I sat down on a bench, hearing the intercom announce a bunch of destinations and flight numbers. I checked my ticket and looked for anything that might help me get on the plane.

  Finally, I walked up to the help desk, praying that whoever was working there spoke English. “Please, I’m having a hard time figuring out where I should go,” I told her, trying to keep my voice level. I had finally stopped crying, but my eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. She looked at me with what looked like concern. She frowned and motioned for me to wait. Did no one speak English in this country?

  She walked away, leaving me there. I felt like all the energy had been sapped from my body. Working for Breslyn had been a horrible idea. I should have just found a regular job as a waitress or a retail clerk like every other college student trying to make money. I shook my head, disappointed in myself.

  The woman returned with a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair. “Hello, is there a problem?” He asked in a thick accent I could barely understand, but at least he was speaking English.

  I nodded. “I have no idea where to go. I have a flight to California that leaves at 10.”

  He squinted at the small font on the ticket before pulling out a pair of glasses. “Ah, okay. Just get in line at that window over there, then follow the set of arrows that will direct you toward the security checkout. Feel free to ask for assistance if you need additional guidance.” He said formally, handing me my ticket back. I nodded, getting in line.

  It crawled forward, and I was starting to think I would never get to the counter in time.

  Finally, a woman called me over, checking my information. She also spoke English which facilitated the process. “Do you have any bags you’d like to register?”

  I shook my head. “I just have this carry-on,” I told her. She nodded, strapping a piece of paper around its handle. “You’re all set. Please proceed down the hall to the security check out. Once through there, look for Gate H, it’s clearly signposted.”

  I thanked her and followed the crowd.

  I passed one of the greeting areas where people emerged from their recent flights. A tall man with dark hair towered above the rest, a backpack on his shoulders and a small suitcase in his hand. He stopped, looking for someone before a small woman emerged from the crowd and ran up to him, hugging him tightly. It didn’t take long for them to start making out with such passion that I had to look away. Why couldn’t I have that kind of relationship? Why couldn’t I be happy with a man like that?

  I sighed, going through the motions as I went through security. At this point, I just wanted to get on the plane and leave all this behind me.

  Finally, I got through and headed toward the boarding station. There was a long line of people waiting to get on the flight. I settled myself at the back of the line, edging closer with each minute. I didn’t want to do this… but I didn’t have a choice. I rather go home than suffer through the realization that Lucky would constantly be with other women. I tried to push him out of my mind, knowing I would be better off without him.

  Just as I was a few people away from boarding, I heard someone calling out my name.

  “Stella!”

  My heart stopped. I knew that voice… I dreaded turning around, but my body betrayed me.

  I saw Lucky rushing toward me, a suitcase in his hands. He looked out of breath and flushed as if he had run all the way here from his estate.

  “What are you doing here?” I blurted out even before he could reach me. I stepped out of line to meet him. My heart was pounding so loudly, it was becoming difficult to hear. I was starting to think that this was a dream and that I was just imagining things.

  “I couldn’t let you leave.” He said, grabbing my face, and holding it gently in his hands. His eyes poured into mine, and I could feel him
shaking. “When I saw your note… I knew I’d never forgive myself if I just let you step out of my life.”

  “But… what about all the others?” I asked, my voice dropping. He was just trying to trick me again – to get me back into his harem – so I could hear him make every single one of his soon-to-be wives moan all night long. I couldn’t stand for it. I wouldn’t stand for it. I shook my head and tried to move away. “Please… just leave me alone. It’s for the best.”

  He grabbed my wrist. “No. I can’t.”

  “Lucky… I can’t live in that harem. I just can’t.”

  “I’m not asking you to.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “I want to live in America with you. Only you!”

  “What?” I spat, my eyes growing large in my head. “Will I be enough for you?”

  He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close until our bodies were locked together. “You’re more than enough…” He gently pinned my hair behind my ear and then wiped away the tears forming in my eyes. “There’s no one else who could capture my heart as you did.”

  Before I could say anything, he kissed me deeply. I melted into it and without words to confuse our emotions, I knew this was the beginning of the rest of our lives together. I knew that he was the only man for me and I was the only woman for him – no matter what culture dictated.

  *****

  THE END

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