BUY ME - The Complete Series (Mistress Auctions Book 4)

by Alexa Riley

  “I…I’m sorry. Can we maybe call it a night? I’m beat,” I ask softly. I shouldn’t be asking for anything after what happened in the limo. I should be thanking them for not sending me back to Samantha where I might get auctioned off to someone else. She could probably just take the money back and kick me to the curb. I should be thanking my lucky stars that Aaron and Justin bought me, and I wasn’t just with some random guy who might be a total dick. At least with these two I know they have a soft spot in them.

  They both turn and look at me, and I can’t decipher what their look means. I guess this is beginning to be something that’s common with them. They can be so hard to read at times.

  “Please don’t send me back.” The words tumble from my mouth, sounding pathetic and filled with emotion.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” Aaron snaps in that stern voice he’s adopted since the limo incident. Yes, that’s what I’m calling it now. ‘The limo incident.’

  Justin shoots him a look.

  “Come with me, Stella. I’ll show you to your room.” Justin motions to me to follow him, and I do, not waiting for Aaron. I feel him follow me, his stare burning into my back.

  Justin slides open two double doors, revealing a massive bed in the center of the room. The room is surrounded by glass windows on three sides and even the ceiling is made of glass. Guess you can’t sleep late with a room like this. No sooner does the thought enter my head than Justin flips a switch, making drapes close around the room. With a second click, a panel comes from out of the wall, covering the entire glass ceiling. It’s amazing to watch.

  “You have clothes in the closet, and anything you might need in the bathroom. If there’s something missing or something that you’d rather have instead, just call down to the fron—“

  “No, she calls one of us. Only us,” Aaron says, cutting him off.

  Justin just rolls his eyes, and carries on. “We’re lines one and two.”

  “Which are you?” I ask, knowing that if I need something I’ll be calling Justin. He seems less angry than Aaron.

  “Two.” He flashes me a perfect smile, and I swear I hear Aaron growl. He’s probably annoyed with me, and wants out of here. I bet he thinks he just wasted a cool ten million on a virgin who has no idea what she’s doing and can’t seem to have an orgasm without shedding a few tears.

  “Thank you.”

  “No need to thank us. It’s our duty to meet all your needs.” Aaron’s response is curt and sounds rehearsed. I inwardly flinch at the comment. Was that a dig? I’m not completely sure.

  “We’ll leave you to it then.” Justin grabs his brother by the arm, pulling him from the room, but Aaron looks reluctant to leave.

  When the door slides closed behind them, I hear a click follow. I panic for a second, thinking they just locked me in and I rush to the door to check. I stop short when I hear their muffled voices through the door. I lean in closer, trying to catch what they’re saying.

  “We paid too much. Ten million. Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I can immediately tell it’s Aaron saying that. His voice is a little gruffer than Justin’s.

  “I know, I know. Shit. I think I have an idea.”

  “It better be a fucking good one,” Aaron fires back, clearly pissed. “Did you set everything up with Mandy?”

  “Yeah, she’s ready when we are.”

  “Good. I’ve got to go take care of my cock before it fucking bursts.”

  “I hear you. We should at least stop by the poker match and say hi.”

  “Fine, but I need a fucking drink first.” Aaron’s words trail off, and I can only assume they’re retreating down the hallway for Mandy to handle their cocks. I should be happy that I didn’t have to put out, but I feel pissed and a little sick.

  All I want to do is put some pjs on and fall into bed. Looking around the room, dread beats down harder on me. They have clothes for me in the closet. Do they just recycle their mistress clothes or something? The idea of wearing the clothes of someone else they fucked makes my stomach turn. So does falling into that bed.

  Shit. Get it together Stella. You’re here for a job. Put your big girl panties on. This isn’t a love story where two billionaires fall in love with the frumpy farm girl. Still, I find myself grabbing a pillow off the bed and making my way to the back of the room. There’s a small seating area with some chairs around it, and I go over, landing face first into the sofa.

  Tomorrow, I tell myself. I’ll pull it all together tomorrow.

  5

  Aaron

  I walk to the end of the hall, Justin trailing me. When I get to the guest room door, he passes me and goes into the hall bath. We’re both on edge, and I know getting off right now is a necessity. I can’t think about anything other than Stella and how fucking delicious she looked in that nightie.

  The door hasn’t even clicked shut and I’ve got my cock out. I spit on my hand and start to jerk off fast. I cup the end of my dick with my other hand to tease the head and catch my cum. I close my eyes, picturing Stella lifting up her silk to show me her virgin pussy, and I lose it. It doesn’t take thirty seconds for me to cum just thinking about how sweet her lips tasted and how pretty her pussy looked.

  “Fuck,” I grunt as I fill my hand. My balls are drawn up tight, and it feels like I’m draining everything from me, but my dick doesn’t get any relief. I go to the en suite and clean up, my cock still rock hard and straining. Its veins are thick and the head of my dick is nearly purple with need. I hear a knock on the door, and Justin walks in as I straighten my clothes.

  “That was absolutely no help.” He leans against the door frame, rubbing his crotch, and I see he’s still obscenely hard.

  “Yeah, me neither. There’s not much we can do about it tonight. Put on your jacket and let’s get this over with. I’m ready to get back up here and into bed.”

  When we get into the elevator, I press the button for the casino floor. The celebrity tournament is bringing us lots of attention tonight, and not necessarily the kind we want. We don’t usually hold these, but Don asked us to do the circuit this season, so we agreed to one night. We prefer our casino to be tastefully patronized, but when you throw in reality celebrities and famous people who love drama, that pretty much goes out the window.

  “So what’s your plan to fix the money mess?”

  “I just didn’t think it through during the bidding, but if she’s got five million straight off the bat, and is looking to get another five million in thirty days, what good are we to her?”

  “That’s exactly my reason for the panic.”

  Justin nods his head thoughtfully. “We’ve got to make her stay, and from what I can come up with, we’ve got two choices.”

  “Which are?”

  “We can hold paying off her dad’s debts over her head, but with the money she’s getting that’s not really a concern anymore. We could possibly guilt her into saving his life by staying with us. We know the guys looking to take him out, so we could use that as some kind of leverage.”

  “Or?”

  “Get her pregnant,” Justin says with a glint in his eyes. Like it's a card he's had up his sleeve this whole time.

  I feel all the blood in my body rush to my already hard cock, causing me to blink my eyes a few times. “That one.” I can barely form words, thinking about impregnating Stella and binding her to us.

  “Yeah, I agree. It’s by far my choice. I still think her dad should be in our back pocket, so at least she has to agree to stay with us. Whether we get her pregnant or not.”

  I nod my head in agreement, but then a thought occurs to me. “I don’t know about that happening since her contract from the Mistress Auction states they gave her an IUD. I’m no expert on birth control, but isn’t that pretty failsafe?”

  Justin gives me a cocky grin as the elevator doors open. “I’ve taken care of that.” He walks out, and I nearly run after him to figure out what he means by that.

  When we get to the edge of th
e pit, Mandy walks up, halting my questions.

  “Mr. Cortez, Mr. Cortez. Good evening. I’ve got your itinerary for the evening all laid out.” She hands us packets with pictures of the celebrities and their names and quick bios. Mandy has been our assistant for years now and is extremely efficient. I doubt the girl even sleeps considering the amount of work she puts into us and this hotel.

  “Mandy, it’s been six years. You can call us by our first names now.” Justin reminds her of this daily, but she always just smiles and goes back to work. She says she likes to keep things professional because you never know who’s watching.

  We hired Mandy when she was nineteen years old and needed a job. Don sent her our way, saying she was a “friend.” We didn’t ask any questions after that, and she’s turned out to be our biggest asset. She’s tall enough to be a Rockette, and rail thin. She’s got dark hair and dark eyes, and people often mistake her for our sister. We don’t usually correct people when they say it, because keeping our casino family friendly works with our image, and we care about Mandy in a sisterly way. Nothing more. It’s worked out well as far as that goes, because she’s only ever expressed platonic feelings towards us as well. Ever the professional, she’s never mentioned a love life or if there was ever someone she cared about. We’ve never seen her with anyone, so we just assume if it happens, it’s her best kept secret.

  Once we both look over the packets, we hand them back, and she leads us over to the tables. We shake hands with a few people and pose for pictures when asked to. Mandy takes us to each table so we can meet and greet and be seen. This is the least exciting part of our job, but a necessary one. As we reach the end of the tables, one of the players comes over to Justin.

  I look at Justin and he rolls his eyes. Here we go.

  “Hey, baby. Long time no see.”

  “Natasha.” He gives her a curt nod and turns towards Mandy, making it clear that we need to be going.

  Natasha is someone Justin once had a thing with. To say it was casual is an understatement. She asked him out a few times and he finally agreed, but mostly because he thought it would end the infatuation. Natasha is a former housewife of Vegas, and is always on the front page of every gossip magazine. Her ex-husband was caught embezzling and she famously divorced him while he was in jail, and sold her story to anyone with a microphone. I don’t know how she ended up in this poker tournament, but we didn’t make the booking. We agreed to host and the other hotels already had the schedule in place.

  From what Justin said, he and Natasha had dinner one night, and she kept pushing for more. He said it was never anything beyond a dinner, but I always felt like there was more he wasn’t willing to tell me.

  Mandy seems to read the situation and moves to step between Natasha and us. “Thank you for coming out to support your charity tonight, Mrs. Woods, I didn’t know you’d be in attendance.”

  Natasha looks annoyed, but raises her chin and smiles wide. She’s always aware of when the cameras are rolling. “Yes. If you’ll excuse me.” She moves around Mandy and gets close to Justin. She puts her hands on his chest, and I see Justin shiver, and not in a good way. I’m trying not to cause a scene, but I can see he’s uncomfortable. “It’s been a while, handsome. I just wanted to come over and say hello, see what your plans were tonight.”

  To his credit, he realizes cameras are probably catching all of this, so he leans in and gives her a kiss on the cheek, whispering in her ear. Her eyes go wide at his words, and then her hands drop as she takes a step back. Her face is a picture of shock for just a moment before her practiced smile is back in place. “It’s always good seeing old friends.” She smiles at him and then looks at me, giving me a wicked smile. “I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again soon.”

  With those words, she turns and walks back to her table, and everyone goes back to their games. We exit the event, Mandy on our heels as we go back to our personal elevator.

  “I’m sorry about that. She must have been a last minute entry into the tournament. She had to have paid to take Mr. Conway’s position. I didn’t see him at the tables. I take full responsibility for this.” Mandy hangs her head in shame like we are going to fire her for something like this.

  “Calm the theatrics, Mandy. It’s all right. Just keep an eye on her, and let Mark in the pit know she’s to remain on this side of the casino by any means necessary.” Justin pauses, letting Mandy acknowledge what he’s said. “And under no circumstances is she to stay in the hotel tonight. Understood?”

  “Yes, Mr. Cortez.”

  As Justin and I step inside the elevator, I enter our code for the penthouse. “Just make sure everything is perfect for Stella tomorrow. That’s the main priority.”

  Mandy smiles brightly at me and gives us a mock salute. “Aye,aye, captains.”

  When the doors close, I look at Justin and open my mouth. But before I can speak, he holds his hand up.

  “I didn’t want to talk about it then and I don’t want to talk about it now.”

  “If there’s something I should know, now’s the time.”

  He looks at me and then looks away, clearly trying to decide if he should tell me something. After a second he shakes his head. “It’s nothing. She’s not a problem.”

  “What do you mean, ‘it’s nothing’? What? What is nothing?”

  He closes his eyes and sighs deeply. “The night I had dinner with Natasha, something happened. I was just trying to be polite and then forget the night ever happened. I hardly said five words with how much she talked. She was so persistent, and she just wouldn’t leave me alone, so I agreed and suffered through it. I thought maybe if I ignored her, she’d get annoyed and leave. Apparently it didn’t work out that way. I swear to God I never touched her…” His words trail off, and I know I'm going to have to push him to tell me the rest.

  “But?”

  “But somehow I ended up in her hotel room naked.”

  I reach over to hit the stop button, pausing our ascent to the penthouse. “You did what?”

  “Believe me, I know how it sounds. I had one glass of wine, and all I can think is that maybe she tried to roofie me. I went to the restroom once, and then another time I had to take a phone call, so she could have done it during either time I was away from the table. I swear the chick is psycho.”

  “What happened, Justin?” I’m trying not to lose my patience, but I need to know the whole story.

  “When I came to, I was in her hotel bed, and she walked out of the bathroom in lingerie. From what I could tell, she was shocked that I was awake, and then irritated she hadn’t been able to seal the deal. I don’t think she’s too smart because between the roofie and the headache from the roofie, there was no way my guy was in working order.” He rubs his eyes, looking embarrassed and aggravated. “I grabbed my clothes and ran out of the room naked, getting dressed in the hallway. I couldn’t get away from her fast enough. There’s no way I touched her, and I know she had to have help carrying me up to her room.”

  “Didn’t you check the cameras?”

  He looks at me like I’m an idiot. “Don’t you think that would’ve been the first thing I did? Unfortunately we weren’t here.”

  I feel the tension crawl up my neck. “So call in a favor to the other hotel and ask for the camera footage. Find out what happened.”

  “And therein, big brother, lies the problem. We were at the Snake Eyes.”

  “Fuck.” I clench my teeth together. I can’t believe this is the first time I’m hearing about this. It had to have happened over a month ago because no way would Justin have agreed to have dinner with Natasha after we laid eyes on our Stella.

  “Hence why I haven’t found out exactly what happened that night. And if Charles doesn’t know about it, I really don’t want to bring it to his attention,” he says. I can see how torn up he is about this. We don't keep shit from each other, and I bet this has been riding him hard.

  “You really think he doesn’t know anything?”


  “I don’t think he would keep company with someone like Natasha, but who knows. What I do know is that it happened about four months ago, and I haven’t received any backlash from it so far. I think someone like her wouldn’t be able to sit on information that could potentially make her money, so it leads me to believe she doesn’t have anything.” I can see the hope in his eyes, but you can never be too safe.

  “It’s a long shot, and I don’t know that I’m willing to take that risk. We need to meet with him tomorrow. After his showing up at the auction and bidding on Stella, I don’t want to leave that as a loose end.”

  He looks at me for a second and then nods his head in agreement. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to pretend it never happened.”

  “Believe me, I understand.” Reaching over, I hit the code and the elevator starts to move again. “We’ve got bigger things to deal with tonight. All that shit can keep for one more day.”

  When we reach the penthouse, the elevators open, and we walk straight to our room. To our girl. Justin and I usually crash here after late nights at the casino, but we’ve never brought a woman here before. We knew Stella was different and we wanted her to be the first and the last in our bed.

  When we reach the door, I try to open it quietly so we don’t wake her up. I look at the bed and see it’s empty and untouched. Panic shoots through my whole body and I go to the bedside phone. Just then Justin grabs my arm and points to the back of the room.

  Stella is curled up on the couch, with her arms wrapped tightly around herself. She’s still wearing the nightie from the auction and nothing else. Her skin is covered in goose bumps, and she looks like she’s freezing.

  “Why is she on the couch?” I whisper my question to no one in particular. It’s obvious Justin doesn't know either.