Sin City Auction: Bad Boy & Virgin Romance (Nevada Bad Boys Book 4)

by Kelli Callahan

  “You probably got a few more of those coming before I’m ready.” He let his hands rest on my hips and I continued bouncing on his cock.

  I rode his cock for what felt like an eternity. My legs were shaking and I had already been through three orgasms. He normally exploded when he felt me spasming on his dick, but we had fucked so many times that I was starting to get concerned he couldn’t go again. He was still hard as a rock, throbbing like he always did, but he just seemed content with letting me keep my pussy on his cock until the sun went down. I slumped down, barely able to move my hips and he shifted his knees. I fell flat across his chest and he started thrusting upwards into me. He grunted and, with the recharge he had, he was able to move his hips so fast they felt like a jackhammer—it amplified the stinging left on my ass as well.

  “Now I’m gonna cum in you.” He pulled my neck closer and started kissing it. “I want to feel you cum again.”

  “Oh god…” I moaned and purred loudly, feeling my body let go.

  I wasn’t sure what started to fill my pussy. It certainly felt like cum, but it seemed like it should be a scientific impossibility considering the number of times he had already fucked me. I orgasmed as he unloaded and massaged his cock with my bliss. He hammered me until he was spent and then his muscles relaxed. I was done. There was nothing that could have moved me off his chest except his powerful arms. Luckily, he wrapped them around me and our exhausted, sweat covered bodies drifted to sleep.

  I woke up a short time later after a dreamless nap and felt like I had enough energy to stand. I used the bathroom, chugged a Red Bull, and sat down on the couch. My pussy and ass were so sore that it I couldn’t find a comfortable seated position so I stretched out on my stomach and flipped on the television. Even that hurt. My abdominal muscles felt like someone had just taken a meat grinder to them. That meat grinder’s name was Ruckus and he was starting to mess with my head. I walked into his suite with one simple goal but I was starting to feel something different. I was starting to like the things he was doing to me.

  He leaves me sore. He pounds me until there is nothing left. He spanks me without a care in the world for my suffering. Why am I wishing he would wake up and put me on the floor between his knees right now?

  I had never read the 50 Shades books like Abby had, but I watched the movies with her. Nothing about the lifestyle they portrayed interested me. The idea of a dominant man and a sweet submissive woman just sounded like a man’s fantasy. Abby certainly thought there was more to it. As I lay there with the marks from Ruckus’ belt glowing on my ass, I started to wonder if there was more to it than what I perceived on the screen. Perhaps I was the kind of girl that could be turned on by that sort of thing. I felt my pussy starting to get wet and I shoved my hand underneath me, rubbing my clitoris as I thought about Ruckus giving me a lot more than three lashes with his thick leather belt.

  Give me another one, Ruckus. Show me how bad I’ve been.

  I started to get turned on to the point I was moaning. My pussy was so sore that it was hard to even feel pleasure, but I still rubbed my clitoris as hard as I could. I opened my mouth and took in deep breaths, exhaling sharply as I pictured his muscular frame wielding the thick leather of my remorse like a surgeon. I got really close to an orgasm, but it just wouldn’t come. I had spent so much energy during the day that it was practically impossible. I opened my eyes slowly and then they bulged out of my head when I saw Ruckus standing only a few feet from me. I yanked my hand away quickly and felt my heart trying to pound straight out of my chest.

  “Don’t stop because I’m watching. I’m enjoying the show.” He reached down and parted his bathrobe to stroke his cock, which was already hard.

  “How long have you been watching?” I felt terrified, but strangely aroused.

  “A few minutes.” He rubbed his entire length and smiled. “I was afraid you’d hear me if I did anything about this dick, but now that you know I’m here, why don’t you keep going.”

  “Only if you help me play out the fantasy I was thinking about.” I slid my hand back under my abdomen.

  “That sounds fun.” He grinned and nodded.

  “Go get your belt.” I took a deep breath and exhaled sharply.

  Ruckus stared at me with a blank look on his face for what seemed like an eternity. After all the sexually depraved things he had done to me, my request actually gave him pause. He even stopped stroking his cock and instead just held it in his hand. He finally released his grip and walked back to the bedroom. When he returned clutching the leather in his hand, just the image of him holding it made me tingle. I spread my legs, lifted my ass, and started to rub my clitoris again when he got to the couch.

  “I’ve never met a girl that actually like this sort of thing.” He held his belt loose at his side. “I’m usually the one getting off on it.”

  “Shut up and teach me a lesson I’ll never forget.” I moaned and bit down on the couch. “You hot-as-fuck, delicious-as-sin, ugly old oaf.”

  He didn’t hold back. He brought the belt down against my flesh with the same ferocity he had earlier when I was actually being punished. I screamed, but I didn’t beg for him to stop. I rubbed my pussy and started to feel the pressure build. The belt landed across my ass, across my upper thighs, and a couple of times it even wrapped around and the folded edge cracked against my labia. I enjoyed every second of it, and when the orgasm finally started to roar from within me, I came so hard I lost control of my entire body. If I hadn’t been biting down on the couch, I might have ended up on the floor.

  15

  Ruckus

  I took her mouth. I dominated it and owned it. I didn’t put her on the floor at my feet for an extended session. I didn’t want that. I dropped the belt, walked around to the front of the couch and as soon as she finished erupting with pleasure, I drove my cock straight into her throat. She gagged, but I didn’t care. She had me so hard that I couldn’t think about anything else but my next explosion of lust. I gave her everything she craved, even if it was a lot further than I had ever taken it with someone before. It went beyond a simple spanking that got me a little hard. It was on another level.

  Fucking hell, what kind of virgin did I buy?

  If I would have walked in the room and forced her down onto her knees, I would have been there for a while, just like I was the previous night. There was no way I would be able to last that long after watching her get off while I strapped her innocent flesh. She choked on my cock as it went into her throat and I felt the pressure building in my balls. I pushed it as deep as I could get it and started to unload, throwing my head back with a roar. She swallowed, letting it go down her throat, and then I stumbled back with my knees feeling wobbly.

  “Oops.” She extended her tongue with the last drop lingering on the tip and smiled as it dripped onto the couch. “I didn’t swallow it all.”

  “I thought I was the only glutton for punishment in this arrangement.” I stared in disbelief as she licked her lips.

  “You said you would turn me into a slut before the weekend was over. I guess you’re doing a really good job.” She winced when she reached back and rubbed her ass. “Although you might need to wait a little bit before you punish me again.”

  “I’m not touching you again until tomorrow.” I shook my head back and forth. “I have no desire to send you home with bruises.”

  “I noticed you tried to make sure the belt hit a different spot every time. You didn’t do that earlier.” She rubbed the seared flesh adorning her thighs.

  “Earlier you were being punished.” I dumped some whiskey into a glass. “Want a drink?”

  “Vodka and Red Bull, please!” She grinned and nodded her head.

  “Coming right up.” I fixed her a drink and handed it to her when I got back to the couch. “Can you sit up so I can sit with you or are you going to need to be on your stomach all night?”

  “No, I want you to sit with me.” She shifted and I took a seat.

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��Do you want dinner?” I looked down at her as she positioned herself with her head in my lap and her legs draped across the arm of the couch.

  “I thought I just had all I was getting.” She licked her lips and grinned.

  “I was kidding.” I chuckled and reached for the phone.

  I ordered up another large portion of food and we went through it like ravenous animals. I did, at least. She ate her food fairly casually, choosing several different items to sample. There was a knock at the door and I stood, pulling my bathrobe tight. I wasn’t expecting anyone at all. When I got to the door and looked through the peephole, I saw Carmella on the other side. She looked back and forth nervously, and then knocked on the door even harder. I pulled the door open with confusion and she practically bowled me over as she came through the door.

  You would think people would actually ask to enter your fucking room around here.

  “Carmella, what the hell is going on?” I turned towards her and saw Madison nervously holding her robe closed.

  “It’s Tommy! He’s fucked up, Ruck. Real bad!” She had fear in her eyes and was dripping with sweat.

  “Shit.” I stomped the floor. “Where is he?”

  “Carlos’ suite.” She looked around. “Ruck, he killed Carlos.”

  “What!?” I felt my whole face expand in shock. “What the fuck happened?”

  “I don’t know. Tommy showed up with Miguel and a couple of new guys he’s supposed to be representing. They got in a fight with Carlos and then he just fucking stabbed him. Tommy is out of fucking control. He’s coked out of his mind. I’ve never seen anyone do that many lines!” Carmella started to tremble and shake.

  “Madison, stay here. If I don’t come back, call a cab and go home.” I ran to the bedroom and started changing into my clothes.

  I had no idea where Carlos actually stayed. I knew he lived in the Ussery, but it was an enormous building. Carmella led me to an elevator that was on the complete opposite side of the hotel and then we walked across a corridor that was connected to another building. We had to take another elevator down, and my head was spinning when we arrived at that floor. I couldn’t believe Tommy would do something so stupid. I was probably going to kill him, but I had to keep him out of prison first. I just had no idea how I was going to accomplish that.

  “Okay, this is his floor. We have to be quiet. Carlos rents out the whole floor and lets some of his guys stay here. If they find out what Tommy has done, they’ll kill us all before we can do anything to fix it.” She took me by the hand and walked slowly down the hallway.

  I followed Carmella to a door at the end of the hallway. The hallway seemed to stop at about the midway point of the building, so I had to assume Carlos had a mansion of a suite. Carmella swiped her key card on the door, pushed it open, and motioned for me to follow. It was dimly lit, with only a lamp on the other side of the room. When I stepped through the door, I saw someone on the floor, but it wasn’t Carlos—it was Tommy.

  “Tommy?” I ran over to my brother and knelt down, rolling him over to find a blood splatter on his shirt. “What the fuck?”

  “Bravo, Carmella.” I heard Carlos’ voice, followed by clapping, and the door slammed. “I’m going to have to call my friend in Hollywood and tell him to put you in a blockbuster because you put on the performance of a fucking lifetime.”

  “What the hell is going on here?” I turned to see Carlos casually strolling down the stairs that separated the entrance from his enormous living room area. “Carlos, what did you do to my brother?”

  “He’s an idiot. He could have been a part of this, but now he’s just going to die on my floor. Tragic, really. He was the smart brother.” Carlos came to a stop at the bottom of his stairs.

  “You motherfucker, I’m going to kill you!” I ran towards him, but before I could take very many steps, I saw Miguel emerge from a side room with a shotgun aimed at me.

  “Don’t do it, Ruckus. I respect the hell out of you, but I ain’t gonna hesitate to pull the trigger.” Miguel pumped the shotgun and I put my hands up, taking a step back.

  “Carlos, Tommy is still alive. Just let me take him and I’ll get help. I don’t know what he did to you, but if he owes you money or if he fucked up his drug shit, I’ll pay every penny back.” I stepped back until I was near Tommy and leaned down to check his pulse. “Please, Carlos. I can’t lose my brother.”

  “You’re the only one that gets to walk out of this alive, Ruckus.” Carlos pointed at a television screen that was sitting in his living room. “Of course, she’ll live. As long as she does what she’s told like the little slut you trained her to be.”

  I turned towards the screen and it took a moment for the scene to register. I saw a screen split into four quarters, with an image of a room in each one. I tilted my head and stepped closer. My belt on the floor. The table next to the couch. Madison standing in the shower washing her hair. It was my room—Carlos had fucking video cameras in my room. I felt my chest getting tight and I spun back around on my toes and started walking towards Carlos.

  “Don’t do it, Ruckus. I can’t warn you a third time.” Miguel took a step forward.

  “Please listen to him.” Carmella grabbed my arm.

  “Fuck you, get your hands off me.” I yanked my arm out of her grasp. “What the fuck do you want with Madison? You have plenty of girls!”

  “Yes, I do.” Carlos chuckled and nodded. “But I can’t turn down opportunity. I watched this little virgin you bought go from timid and shy to begging for punishment. Do you know how rare a girl like that is? Do you know how much it is worth?”

  I heard a scream come from the television screen and I turned back to see two guys in the bathroom of my suite. They pulled the shower door open, yanked Madison out kicking and screaming, and slammed something into the side of her head. She collapsed and I watched as they appeared on another screen with her being dragged across the floor. They put her underneath one of the room service tables with a long tablecloth and started wheeling it towards the door.

  “Of course, I can’t keep her here in Las Vegas where her family lives, but I’ve got friends all over the country. Sin City Auction is just one of my many ventures. I’ll sell sweet little Madison here to someone that will make sure she is punished regularly. I think she’ll like that, judging by what I saw earlier.” He nodded and smiled. “I don’t want to have to kill you, Ruckus. I’m a fair man. I’ll return the money you spent for her, you’ll remember this weekend fondly, and you can continue your retirement. I can even make sure the suite becomes your permanent home.”

  “So this is about her?” I felt my raging building. “Then why did you do this to Tommy?”

  “I’m afraid that he is just a sad casualty. I was enjoying watching you with Madison so much that I didn’t hear him come in with Carmella. Needless to say, he was ready to go to war for his big brother and I just can’t have that, now can I?” Carlos shrugged and sighed. “That’s why he has to die in order for us to move past this. I think you’re at least smart enough to understand that, no matter how many times my guys have punched you in the head.”

  “You really expect me to just walk away from my brother?” I turned my attention back to the television. “And her?”

  “Oh, did big tough Ruckus go soft after having a sweet little virgin on his cock? I’ll tell you what. Walk out that door and I’ll make sure you get a virgin on the house every time we run an auction in Las Vegas.” Carlos smiled. “That’s one hell of a deal.”

  “I don’t want another virgin. I want her.” I trembled with nothing but pure rage boiling inside me.

  “Ruck, come on man.” Miguel grimaced and shook his head. “You don’t know that bitch. I know Tommy wouldn’t want you to die here for her. His fate is already done.”

  “Pull the trigger, Miguel. If you’re fast enough.” I grabbed Carmella by the arm, slung her at Miguel and ran at Carlos.

  One chance…only one fucking chance. I’m sorry, Carmella. You were a go
od fuck, but this is for way more than a fuck.

  The shotgun blast nearly deafened me. Blood splattered all over my face. I was still charging at Carlos but when I turned my head, I saw Carmella’s lifeless body dropping towards the floor. Miguel screamed and the shotgun fell from his hands. Carlos reached into his coat for what I had to assume was a gun, but he never got a chance to pull it. I leapt at him, grabbed him by the wrist, and twisted his arm.

  “Armbar, motherfucker.” I snapped his arm clean out of the socket with one quick twist as he slammed into the heated marble floor. “You don’t understand, but Madison is going to love knowing that it was your downfall.”

  I hopped to my feet, drove a boot into his other shoulder and felt it it leave the socket. Carlos was a frail old man with brittle bones. I ran to where Miguel had dropped the shotgun and grabbed it. He was on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably with his sister’s lifeless corpse bleeding out in his lap. The door of Carlos’ suite opened, but before anyone could enter, I unloaded a round into the ceiling. I ran over and put the barrel to Carlos’ neck, pinning him to the floor before anyone tried to push the door open again.

  “I’ve got Carlos.” I yelled as a guy entered with a pistol in his hand. “I want an ambulance for my brother and one of you sure as fuck better know where Madison is.”

  “Call Braden! Tell him to bring the girl back! This guy is a lunatic!” Carlos wailed on the floor, trying to move his arms to no avail.

  “And an ambulance.” I stepped on his shoulder.

  “Yes! Ambulance! Two of them!” Carlos wailed again.

  “Don’t touch the phone. You son of a bitch!” I felt something cold press to my skull. “You killed my sister!”

  Fuck.

  “Miguel, you’re the one that pulled the trigger.” I held the shotgun loosely in my hand against Carlos’ neck but raised my other hand.

  “You didn’t have to throw her in front of me.” Miguel’s voice cracked and I could tell he was sobbing.