Five Weeks In December

by Blue Kincaid

  Chad saw someone he knew then, and disappeared with a promise to be back before the auction, and for some reason Drew breathed a little easier once he’d blended into the crowd. Maybe it was just that he was so…intense. She wasn’t really used to men pursuing her so intently, but Chad had been single-minded ever since they’d met.

  So it was nice to be able to just relax and take a look around without any distractions. Unfortunately, she barely got half a foot from where he’d left her before she came face to chest with a walking advertisement for the Nordic gene pool. Well over six foot, eyes like blue ice and cheekbones that could probably cut diamonds. Her heart strangled to a halt in her chest. Oh my.

  And then she realized he wasn’t waiting for her to get out of his way, he was looking right at her, and his mouth curved in a smile that turned ice eyes into warm pools and put crinkles around them and dimples in his cheeks. Oh my times ten.

  “Hello.” It came out as a sort of pitiful squeak and Drew wished the ground would open up. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Hi.” Slightly better.

  Mr. Viking just kept smiling, then took her hand. For a second she worried he was going to drag her off somewhere, then kind of hoped he might. Instead he turned her hand palm-up and his long fingers slid across her wrist. He made a soft, disappointed sound. “A shame.”

  She was far too busy trying to calm the sudden infestation of butterflies in her stomach to understand what he might mean. She blinked up at him. “What?”

  One finger tapped against the tiny blue star stamped on her inner wrist. “It’s blue. I’d hoped for green.”

  It was like he was speaking another language. Either that or her brain was simply being fried by virtue of his absolute hotness. She vaguely recalled the girl at the front desk explaining about the color coded stamps, a star meant guest, blue meant she was there with someone. She didn’t remember what green meant or why this man wished hers was that color. She must have been staring blankly for a bit too long, because his smile turned into a soft, sexy laugh.

  “Blue means you’re taken. Green means I had a shot.”

  A shot. He wanted a shot. Somebody find the man a gun, because Drew would give anything to be his prey. Oh my gosh, what was she even thinking about? She didn’t even know his name. “What’s your name?”

  Oh good, yes, way to just blurt things at him like you have Tourette’s, Drew. Excellent.

  But her Nordic God admirer didn’t seem to mind. “Sebastian. Bas.”

  Sebastian. That was nice. Like Bach. Except gorgeous. Her brain was definitely short-circuiting, because she normally didn’t have such silly things spinning through her head. Then his brows lifted – lovely, heavy brows, expressive brows – and she realized she hadn’t responded in kind.

  “Oh! Drew. Drusilla, really, but ew, right? So Drew. Hi. I’m not taken.”

  He smiled. “No?”

  She shook her head, smiling back. “No. My boyfriend told them blue.”

  Bas looked equal parts confused and amused. “Your boyfriend…but you’re not taken?”

  She shook her head. “Oh no. It’s not like that. He’s not even here. I mean he’s here here, but not here right now, clearly so…” She wasn’t making sense. Drew took a breath and smiled, shaking her head. “Sorry. No. He’s not my boyfriend, really. We date sometimes. Tonight, but not every night. He told the lady blue when she asked, so…”

  “I see.” His thumb stroked the little stamp, sending shivers outward from that tiny point of contact. Dear lord, what could he do to her with his whole hand? Both hands? His mouth? She stopped there because it was a very real possibility she might need new panties if she imagined any further.

  Drew didn’t know what to say. He was a Dom, she thought for sure. Big and strong and all…what was the word? Commanding, maybe? She wondered what it’d be like to belong to him. Just the thought was enough to make her a little dizzy-headed. She was pretty sure a girl like her wouldn’t ever survive belonging to a man like him. Oh, she’d like to try, though. What a way to go.

  “Are you alright?” His smile had faded, she noticed abruptly, and then realized she must have been staring at him again, wordlessly. He must think she was an idiot. She certainly felt like one right then. Men didn’t usually fluster her so much.

  “Yes. Sorry.” Finally she just decided to be honest and gave him a sheepish smile. “You’re turning my brain to a fisherman’s knot, honestly. Do you do that to all the girls?”

  Thank god, he smiled again, fingers closing around her hand and slowly drawing her closer. “I don’t know. But I’m glad I do it to you.”

  She glanced down at his hand, how big it was, enveloping hers easily. Normally she hated how little she was and wished she had a few more inches – height or bustline, either would do. But currently, with Sebastian’s hand gloving hers, his big, broad body towering over her…she kind of liked it. He made her feel delicate – but not weak. It seemed like every other man wanted to protect her, wrap her in cotton wool or put her on a shelf, but he stood there touching her not like she might break – but like he couldn’t help himself. It was a heady feeling.

  “Are you in the auction?” He nodded to the small pin she’d been given and then attached to her dress, bearing the number 317.

  Drew blushed. What would he think? But then she peered up at him and – from the look in his eyes – he thought filthy things. Her insides quivered. “Yes.” Then remembered that he wouldn’t be allowed to bid on her and disappointment filled her. “Oh, but you can’t…”

  “Can’t keep bothering my girl?” Chad appeared at her elbow, arm slinking around her waist, and Drew watched the warmth in Sebastian’s eyes chill until she swore there was a physical drop in temperature.

  She tried to smooth over the obvious tension. “Oh, he wasn’t bothering. We were just talking…”

  Chad didn’t seem to hear her. Or chose not to. His attention was all on Bas. “Sebastian. Good to see you again.” That was very clearly not true.

  Sebastian didn’t return the falsehood, simply narrowed his eyes. Gosh. Were they mad at each other because of her? This must be what Helen of Troy felt like. Well, minus the millions of people dying thing. Then Sebastian turned his attention back to her and his smile was genuine, lacking the tension and dislike he and Chad were tossing back and forth like a baseball.

  “Drusilla, very nice to meet you.” He reached out and tucked a wayward curl behind her ear, fingertips drifting down her jaw and neck to brush the little pin on her dress strap. “317…my new favorite number. Better check my bank account.” His smile was wicked and then he was gone.

  She found it hard to breathe, unable to focus on Chad as he insisted she tell him what Bas meant by that. Drew wasn’t entirely sure, but…she thought maybe he meant it as a hint he’d be bidding later. Oh, it was such a shame he couldn’t win. She almost wished the auction were real.

  How much would a man like Bas pay for her? And even more intriguing…what would a man like Bas do with her once he owned her? She told herself it didn’t even bear thinking about – yet she couldn’t have stopped the thoughts if her life depended on it.

  * * * * *

  Her heart raced as the host ushered the just-bought submissive off the stage into the arms of her buyer, an elegant-looking woman who gave the girl a light swat on the butt and a kiss on her lips before leading her off. Drew nearly jumped when a staff member lightly touched her arm.

  “You’re turn, sweetheart. You alright?” The young man looked a bit concerned, probably because Drew felt more than a little green around the gills suddenly. She must look it, too. She kept telling herself it was just a game, that Chad would buy her and everything would be just like it always was. They’d go back to his place and kiss and things and maybe she’d let him spank her a little, or tie her up when they had sex this time. That was all.

  She nodded, trying for a reassuring smile. “Yes, I’m fine.” She took a deep breath, stepping out onto the stage. The lights were v
ery bright at first and the crowd loud as she made her way over near the host.

  She wished she’d worn something sexier, now, having seen what the other subs were wearing. Lycra shorts and pasties and heels so high she didn’t know how they walked – even some of the boys! And there she was in her boring, strappy white dress, the skirt billowing a bit around her thighs. The most risqué thing about it was that she had opted not to wear a bra tonight. She didn’t really need one anyway – her breasts were B-cups on a good day, A’s the rest of the month.

  The crowd didn’t seem to mind, though, cheering and hooting, encouraging her to turn for them, show off a little. So she did – or tried to anyway – as the host called out bids and did a really imaginative job of boasting about her assets, such as they were. It took her a few minutes for it to sink in that there were lots of bids. Not just Chad calling out or someone else playfully upping him a couple of times before letting him win.

  No, the men – and women – in the audience were bidding like wildfire and it finally sunk in that perhaps they didn’t know she wasn’t really for sale. Oh dear. Oh no. She looked around frantically, trying to make out faces beyond the bright lights, trying to find Chad in the crowd. Had his voice been one of those calling out? She couldn’t tell, it was all very fast and blurry.

  Then she found him in the crowd. Not Chad. Sebastian. His eyes locked on her and his card raised steadily in the air, outbidding each and every one-up that called out. She couldn’t catch her breath, staring at him in a combination of disbelief and knee-weakening arousal.

  He was going to buy her. Oh god, he really was.

  She couldn’t move, could only stare at him, with him staring right back, as one by one the other bidders dropped out until there was only Bas in the middle of the crowd – and then the auctioneer host called out ‘SOLD!’ and she swayed a little where she stood.

  What had just happened?

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  Five Weeks In December

  By Blue Kincaid

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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