SEAL's Plaything: A Secret Baby Military Romance
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And the bidding flew into a frenzy then.
“I hear one hundred thousand,” chimed the woman’s voice. “Is there anyone for two?”
I gasped. One hundred thousand? The redhead had gone for fifty and already my bidding was at one hundred? How was I double her price? But I guess that was the going price for virgins and flushing hotly, I bit my lip, getting ready to stand. But the woman’s voice rang out again.
“Touch yourself,” she commanded. “Article Twenty-One, touch yourself as bidders place their bets.”
And oh god, it was wrong, but what choice did I have? So moaning softly, I complied. One hand held my pussy lips open so that the men could see right up my cunt, my other hand kneading my clit. Oh god, it felt so good, it was so dirty and humiliating and yet sensations coursed through me so hard that I couldn’t process it. I could faintly make out the sound of bidding as I stroked my clit, running my fingers through my slippery folds, even touching my hole a bit, sliding a digit an inch between my plush lips, testing the untouched slit.
And oh god, but the dark man. My eyes flipped open for a second to meet his, and he was staring hard again, devouring my body with his eyes, blue gaze so scorching that I was pushed over the edge. He was so commanding, so alpha, so dominant that without any words, in public before a dozen filthy rich men, the big man made me come. I screamed aloud, my hand like a motor between my legs now, pussy giving it up as it clenched and spasmed, gushes of juices coming from my hole. It felt so good, electric shocks running from my cunt to my fingers and toes, making everything go soft and gelatin-like before the next spasm caught me, my pussy clamping down hard again in ecstasy before opening, letting out another gush of female cream.
And I couldn’t help it. Our eyes never breaking contact, I frigged myself through the entire session, masturbating just for him, touching myself again and again, pretending it was him stroking me. His eyes ate me up, absolutely devoured me, caressing every inch of my body as if it were his already. And just as the tremors began to subside, as I began to calm, taking a big breath, the female voice came on again.
“Sold to the highest bidder! The Girl in Gold has been sold for two million dollars, closing immediately.”
I gasped, still nude, barely able to stand now. There were smears of cream on my thighs, evidence of my lust, and the two handlers stepped forward, each seizing one of my arms, making sure I’d make it. Slowly, they helped me off the dais and I walked with wobbly steps to the doorway in the wall, turning my head back once to shoot the dark man a beseeching look.
He looked right back at me, a half-smile playing on his lips, nodding discreetly as the handlers dragged me into a hallway. What did that mean? Had he bought me? What was coming next? All I knew was that I should have been ashamed, should have been humiliated given that I’d literally just been sold, but instead, all I could feel was the hot flush of my body, the tingles that still coursed through my cunt. Who was that man? Who was the man with the dark hair and blue eyes? I had to know and prayed desperately that he was my buyer.
TO BE CONTINUED …
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cassandra Dee is a bestselling author of dozens of hot and steamy contemporary romances. She started out writing erotica but soon transitioned to romance full time after realizing that she’s a sucker for Happily Ever Afters.
Cassandra started reading romance back in third grade, when she did a book report on a tween love story called Cassie. Of course, she had no idea what she was reading back then, but it was fun. And in tribute, she selected this pen name with many affectionate memories.
When she’s not tapping away furiously at her laptop, Cassandra can be found drinking gallons of coffee and watching lots of reality TV. She also enjoys taking the neighbor’s dog for walks, aimlessly wandering the local grocery store, and of course, reading too much about the lives of her favorite celebrities.
Cassandra is living her own HEA with her husband and a beautiful baby boy.
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