His words rolled through my head as I looked at him, feeling his touch along my jaw… his fingers trailing to my collarbone. When his fingers dropped lower, to the cleft between my breasts, something deep inside me tightened and tingled. His eyes never left mine. We just watched each other, and somehow I knew he could feel everything that was happening inside my body. He wanted to feel it. For some reason, he needed to.
“One week with me,” he said. “And you won’t have to go back to the auction. There will not be any other men.” His voice had a hard edge and he took his hand off me. My skin felt strangely colder without it.
“It should be a relief to you,” he went on, “to get what you want from this bargain without having to deal with the… preferences… of a number of men. But it requires a certain strength on your part. To make a commitment based on blind trust. Not knowing what my demands are going to be.”
He stood and walked over to the bar. “Would you care for anything?” he asked, pouring himself a tall glass of mineral water.
“Water too, please,” I answered.
“Water please, what?”
“Water please, Mast… Kaine?” I asked, faltering.
He smiled and handed me the glass. I was careful not to let our fingers touch and had a funny feeling I’d passed a test of some kind. I smiled back unevenly.
I looked at him over the top of my glass and felt that strange, warm stirring again inside. He was frighteningly large standing in front of me, but I couldn’t argue that what he was offering had to be better than facing as many as six more strangers after tonight. And he’d told me I could stop any time I wanted to. I could agree to do this now, without giving up the right to change my mind. All I had to do was agree to never touch him… and to keep my mouth shut about whatever he does to me…
I swallowed the water and it went down in a lump. I still had no idea what the hell he would do to me… But then I came here knowing I’d be facing a fucking mountain of unknowns.
He shrugged off his jacket and sat down opposite me. He crossed those long, powerful legs and I took in the lines of his broad, thick shoulders. His arms looked almost muscle bound through his thin white dress shirt. His head was tilted as he watched me. He looked patient enough to sit and wait as long as it took.
“I can see the question in your eyes,” he said, his voice husky in his throat. “It’s the last one I’ll answer… and only if I can.”
“I… it’s just that I…,” I started, unable to meet his steely gaze. Then something inside made me lift my face and look at him hard. I’m no fucking victim here, I told myself. So stop acting like one.
“Why here? Why me?” I asked. But the real question I didn’t ask was… What the hell is it that you want to do to me, that you have pay a hundred grand for??
He laughed, deep and throaty, taking me by surprise. The sound was such a shock, after an evening filled with more tension and fear than I’ve ever felt. In spite of myself, I smiled too, feeling a sudden lightness inside I hadn’t felt in a damned long time. Somehow, I was sure he understood exactly what I was really asking.
He stood and came to sit next to me, his smile giving way to a look that was deeper, more thoughtful. He paused for a moment before he answered.
“Because I will tolerate no arguments, no questions, no… complications.”
“Because you’ll do everything I demand, even if you think you can’t. Because this isn’t personal between us, Grace. And because it never can be.”
He put a large hand gently on my hair and let a long curl slide through his fingers. “I’ve found it takes a great deal of money to buy the kind of silence I need. You can’t ever reveal, to anyone, what we’ve done together… or what you may see. That part is ironclad and it’s best insured in a place like this.” He turned the curl gently so that it caught the light.
What I… see?
“I’ll never hurt you,” he said darkly, as I felt my stomach tighten in fear.
“But I can promise you... we will both suffer, just the same.”
5
Kaine
I watched her as my words sank in, wondering if I had misjudged her strength. She was pale and her breasts barely moved with her shallow breaths.
“You can leave if you choose, Grace,” I said gently. “And even if you accept, you can always change your mind.” I shifted next to her and let go of the silken curl. It fell against her breast and seemed to startle her.
“Suffer…,” she said, almost to herself.
I took her face in my hands and pulled her gently to me. I teased her lips with mine at first, tasting her… tempting her. “Yes,” I said into her barely open mouth. “You will suffer,” I kissed her easily. “And so will I…” I touched the tip of my tongue to hers and felt her respond. Then I deepened the kiss and pulled her closer. “But not the way you’re thinking,” I said. “Not at all in the way that you’re thinking…”
I wrapped her in my arms and plundered her mouth then, wanting to ease her mind and heat her body. She was delicious and sweet, I could feel her nipples hardening, crushed against my chest. Fucking beautiful girl, I thought. You have to say yes. I can’t survive without a yes. She kept her arms at her sides, not reaching out, not trying to touch me back…
She’s fucking perfect.
But I knew she didn’t understand. There was no way she could. I’d had thirty-one years to, and I wasn’t sure I did either. But I knew I had to have her. I wouldn’t let her tell me no.
I stroked her back, the texture of her skin even softer than the silk had been. I heard her breath coming quicker and took her full, lush breast in my hand. Warm and heavy, the nub of her nipple tightened under the pad of my thumb. I heard her gasp as I caught it in my fingers, rolling it. My cock was pounding along with my heart, straining for the freedom it had waited so fucking long for.
“You’ll want me more than anything you’ve ever wanted in your life,” I whispered in her ear. “You’ll want this all the way down to your soul,” I said, as I put my mouth to the tender curve below her ear. “You’ll want me more than you’ve wanted any man, and more than whatever reason brought you to La Laisse in the first place.” I lifted her breast, pushing it up and ran my lips over the pale skin.
“And I’ll want you the same way,” I growled, burying my face in her, kissing and tasting… pulling her nipple into my hot mouth and sucking her hard.
She arched in my hands, letting her head fall back, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth. Then I felt her begin to lift her hands to me…
“NO,” I ordered, catching her nipple softly in my teeth. I felt her hands drop, and I sucked a harsh breath through my teeth.
“Perfect,” I rasped out. “You are perfection itself. And beautiful beyond belief. A week from tonight, you’ll leave here knowing it’s the truth. Never doubting it… not for the rest of your life.”
I took her face in my hands and locked her eyes to mine, willing her to give the answer I had to have.
“Tell me, Grace. Tell me now, because I won’t wait any longer.” I brushed my lips against the fullness of hers and felt the struggle rage between her mind and her body. I knew exactly what she was feeling. And exactly what she needed…
“Yes…,” she said, looking into my eyes like she might drown in them.
“Yes.”
I removed every piece of jewelry she wore, slowly, piece by piece. She stood in the middle of the room, with that golden light that La Laisse was famous for turning her creamy skin to the color of lustrous pearls. I wanted her bare, totally bare. A beauty like hers needed nothing else.
I stood back, relaxing into the power of this moment. She was mine, by her own choice. I let my gaze roam her body, smoothly, easily... like a caress. I took a deep breath, savoring the moment of ownership. The gratification of having. It was a feeling I could never get enough of.
“Turn for me, Grace,” I said, standing only an arm’s length away. She pivoted on her toes.
“Stop.”
I ran a finger down the hollow of her spine, from the back of her neck to the curve of her ass. Her legs were long for her height, with easy, graceful curves. I ran the palm of my hand to the dip behind her knee, dropping a kiss on the small of her back. I felt a delicious shudder run through her and felt my cock surge in response. Her back was beautiful, the skin smooth perfection.
I walked around her, circling her, absorbing every curve, every shadow. The way the light made the tiny hairs on her arms shine a strawberry blonde color. I lifted the weight of her hair and rolled it in my hands, turning it into a golden rope, watching her face as I did it.
I stepped closer, our bodies inches apart. I breathed in the scent of her. Warm and soft, with an undertone that affected me, maybe more than I wanted it to.
“Hold them,” I said, taking her hands in mine and guiding them to her breasts. “Take them in your hands… touch them.” I saw her pupils dilate. “Go on. You’ll obey me without hesitating.”
I watched as she cupped herself, unsure at first.
“Look at me, Grace,” I ordered. “Look in my eyes.”
She looked, her green eyes darkened with the arousal I knew she was experiencing. She cupped her full breasts in her tiny hands and squeezed them. The flesh curved out between her fingers. “Yes, that’s right,” I exhaled. “Feel them in your hands. The warmth, the weight…”
I saw her squeeze a little harder and lift them. She held them out, high and away from her body. “You’re lovely, sweetheart,” I said, committing every second to memory, wanting to give her courage. “So lovely. So perfect.”
I guided her thumbs over the tops of her nipples and they stiffened.
“Tell me how it feels,” I demanded. “Tell me what it feels like.”
I reached out to stroke her cheek.
“It feels warm,” she began. “They feel… heavy.” She lifted and squeezed, her focus turning inward and her eyes hazing over. “It’s good. They’re soft... and tender…” She shifted her legs underneath her and I smiled.
“What do you feel here?” I asked quietly, dipping the tip of a finger down her flat belly and stopping just short of her little mound. She caught her breath.
“Answer,” I demanded. “Don’t think, just answer.”
“It feels wet,” she gasped out, her head bobbing forward.
“It feels… hungry…”
6
Grace
I was dizzy. From everything. From the auction, from the deal I’d just agreed to. From the unexpectedness of all this…
From what this man was making me feel. I’d expected a lot of things… but never this… He was so close, so warm, so… intense.
I held my own breasts, feeling them. Really feeling them for the first time. They were high and full. I’d seen them every day, in the shower, in the bathroom mirror. But I’d never really paid attention to how they felt in my hands. Or the feelings they could create in the rest of my body.
I could see his body responding as he watched me, and I could hear the lust in his voice. But I hadn’t said the word hungry because I thought I had to. I said it because it was the simple truth.
“Grace,” he said, taking my hand and guiding it down with his. “I want you to touch yourself for me.” His fingers pressed mine between my legs. “I want you to show me how you like this…” He kissed me hard, pressing our bodies together, trapping my hand against my pussy.
None of this is what I’d imagined, I thought, as his tongue worked slowly against mine. I thought he’d have fucked me already… and I’d know what it felt like by now…
But here I was, stroking my own pussy as this huge, gorgeous man stood kissing me. Fully dressed as I stood naked, kissing me like I’d never been kissed, making me want things I’d never really wanted… not the way I did now. My breath was starting to catch as my hand moved faster all on its own. Kaine pulled away and looked down at me. He lifted my chin so he could see my eyes and thrust his erection against my hip. Any other time, any other man, and I’d have died from shame. But as he watched me, my hand went even faster. My clit was so hard and slick. And Kaine hadn’t even touched it yet…
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned, his eyes swallowing me whole. “Are you wondering if I’m going to touch you like this?” he asked, thrusting again. He felt huge as he rocked his hips. His cock felt bigger than I thought a man could be… I was panting now, in short gasps, and I could feel my climax teasing me…
“I will, Grace. I’m going to do this to you…” He touched the back of my hand with his fingers. “I’m going to build you up, so close, so good… and so fucking close…”
My eyes started to close as I felt the first electric spark of orgasm. I held my breath, ready, waiting for it to hit. Suddenly I felt Kaine pull my hand abruptly away and step back, leaving me naked, my pussy pulsing right on the edge. I felt desperate, almost out of control. I could feel my breasts heaving as I struggled. I’d been so damned close…
It was then that I felt the power of that lost orgasm, running through my entire body. Like every feeling, every sense in my body was somehow being heightened to a level I’d never experienced before. It was terrible… and wonderful. And I felt alive, in a way I never had until this very moment…
Kaine stood close, not touching me, just watching. Like I was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. His own desire was obvious. His cock looked huge. Why the hell doesn’t he just strip down and take me? He wants me… I can see how much he wants me…
He smiled at me, his eyes dark, his look impossible to read. He reached out to touch my cheek and my whole body jumped in response. My almost-orgasm was still so close…
“I want you to go downstairs, Grace,” he said easily, stepping back and leaving me standing there, blank and breathing heavily. “I have a few calls to make. Business doesn’t wait, not even here,” he said, with a wry smile.
He picked up my silk robe from the floor and eased me into it, tying the soft belt tightly so I was well covered. He kissed me deeply and I felt his hands shift to cup my ass and pull my hips to his. I felt his cock throb against me and had that wild, lost feeling again.
“Go downstairs for an hour, Grace. Be back by nine. Keep yourself covered, and no one is to touch you.” He saw my hesitation. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. No one would dare try. They know you belong to me.”
He walked me to the door and opened it, kissing me again in that way of his, that made my knees feel like they would buckle underneath me. I was shocked at just how fast his kisses and the feel of his hands had gotten to me. I found myself not wanting to leave. Not this room. Not him.
“Go to the reception, Grace. I want you to watch what happens there. No one will bother you, and do not touch yourself while you’re there.” He looked at me hard. “You’re only allowed to touch yourself like this when you’re with me,” he said, pressing a hard fingertip to my still pounding clit. “But I want you to watch them, Grace. And then come back to me.”
I stood, mouth open again, as he smiled and closed the door, leaving me alone in the hallway.
I headed for the elevator, feeling confused and incredibly aroused. And frustrated. Very frustrated. Nothing was happening the way I thought it would. Two hours after the auction’s end and I was still a virgin.
It hadn’t ever occurred to me, that I might want to be with the man who bought me. I’d expected to just endure it, to get the money I needed. But here I was, aching for Kaine to take me. There was no point in denying it, especially to myself. Kaine was the most intriguing man I’d ever known. And he was hot, really hot. And this was a game I didn’t understand. I was in over my head and knew it. But I also knew I wasn’t going to walk away. At least not yet.
I got off the elevator and felt a rush of anxiety. I walked slowly toward the ballroom, images flashing in my head. What the hell was I going to see now… and why did he want me to see it?
Clutching my robe around me, very aware of how naked I was under it, I
peeked around the doorway. My heart was pounding, partly with fear. Partly with curiosity…
I stepped inside, all self-consciousness lost as I saw the men and women who filled the room. There were elegant soft-stuffed chairs and sofas scattered around the edges of the room. Many held a single couple. A few held even more…
They were the sold girls, like me, each with her master… or with a man he’d given her to. Some were with both.
I looked at the couple closest to me. She was bent over the back of the couch, her legs spread and her ass high. The man behind her was naked from the waist down and thrusting into her hard. I could hear his breathing and the sound of his flesh slapping against hers. No one noticed me as I looked around the room. No one even cared, that nothing they did was private. I cared, but I felt my own moisture making the inside of my thighs slick anyway. I couldn’t help but imagine Kaine doing that to me…
I stood close to the wall, a little ashamed to be watching, but completely unable to tear my eyes away. It was like nothing I’d ever seen, ever imagined. The room was warm, the color of gold. And I was surrounded by the forbidden. I heard a rough gasp and turned to see a man licking Dalia’s pussy from behind. A drop of clear fluid hung from the tip of his engorged cock. Dalia was bent forward, sucking and stroking the thick cock of the man in front of her. I looked up to see his eyes boring into me. He was the one with black eyes. The same man who had wanted me too…
7
Grace
He smiled and I felt the hairs stand on the back of my neck. I turned away, clutching my robe, suddenly very aware of being alone. I wanted to be back upstairs. I wanted to be with Kaine.
I walked past the buffet table, the one with the girls covered in caviar. Sage, the first girl who’d been sold tonight, came up beside me.
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