Note: This scene happened in the middle of the book, after they signed the contract.
Summer
My heartbeat hammered in my ears as they called my number. I couldn’t believe I was doing it. I had seen the email from the sex club, the one where I had a one-night stand with Damon, about the auction night where all the proceeds would go to charity for homeless people.
I showed it to Damon after a late night at the office.
“What?” Damon had asked, quirking his brow. “Do you want to parade your body and make me bid on you?”
I had agreed because I loved the auction trope in mafia romance, and I’d be lying if I didn’t want to try it.
“Look at her!” The host cheered when I stepped out of the curtains and onto the stage.
Bright lights blinded me, and I almost lost my balance in the heels as patrons sat in the hall and whispered. I felt naked and exposed, even though I was donning a sheer white dress that had intricate lace design over my breasts and pussy. I was the most modest contestant for the auction since everyone else sauntered on the stage in tiny bikinis, thongs, or naked. I admired their courage, but I couldn’t do it.
My face was hidden by the same mask I had worn that night when we first met here. I tried to look for him in the audience, nerves churning in my stomach.
“Isn’t she stunning, ladies and gentlemen?” The crowd agreed as I smiled shyly and twirled around when the host asked me to. “Gorgeous! I’d bet on you if I could.”
The audience chuckled, and I felt blood run through my cheeks. My ears rang when the bidding started with ten grand.
“Fifty grand.” A deep, velvety voice resonated through the shadows of the last row. I didn’t need to squint my eyes to know who it was.
“Fifty-five grand,” a patron said, making me clench my hands. It wasn’t necessary that you had to spend the night with the person who bid on you. If the contestant didn’t consent, they both would have some drinks, watch exhibitionists perform and go their separate ways.
But I wanted Damon to choose me. Buy me and my body for the night and do whatever he wanted.
“Eighty grand,” Damon said, making me gasp. Jesus Christ. I should stop him. I should—
“That’s the highest we have gotten so far!” When no one else made a bid, the host counted to three, and with a thud of the wooden hammer, I was sold to Damon Grant for a night filled with debauchery.
I met him at the bar of the club, his eyes pinned on my face, when I walked up to him. My hair was curled in soft waves brushed against my back, tickling my skin.
“Hello,” I said in a soft voice, as if we were meeting for the first time.
He sipped on his drink and kept the glass down, his dark eyes roving over my body. He tilted his head and hummed. “Are you on pills?” he asked, standing up and buttoning his suit.
I peered up at him and nodded.
“Good.” He leaned close and asked, “Do you want me to fuck you like my little slut or an innocent angel, kitten?”
My eyes widened hearing his smoky voice. My legs clenched as I replied, “Anything you want, Sir.”
His stormy eyes flashed with hunger as he wrapped his hand around my waist. “Let’s get a room, shall we?”
It was the same suite as before. Memories flashed in my head as I stared at the bed. How he had spanked me red with his belt, his filthy words against my ear as he used me and made me squirt.
He removed my mask and set it on the counter.
“Remind me again, kitten,” he started, removing his suit jacket and throwing it on the hanger as he pointed to the center of the room. When I stood there, he walked around me as if he was a predator eyeing his prey. “How much did I pay to use your hot little body?”
I licked my lips. “Eighty grand.”
He hummed, standing across from me and slid his hand in his pockets. His shirt was straining across his broad chest, and I was so horny that I wanted to push him back on the bed and ride him.
“Then I should fuck you for your worth, hm?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
I gasped when he wrapped his hand around my hair and tugged, leaning closer and licking my neck. “You smell good,” he whispered, kissing the sweet spot on my neck. “Take this off.”
He pulled back and sat on the bed, undoing his tie as he watched me with an intense gaze. My movements were shaky as I quickly unzipped it.
“Slowly,” he ordered, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt and rolling the sleeves over his forearms.
My teeth pressed on my bottom lip as I slowly removed the sheer dress, eyeing his veiny forearms. He shouldn’t look so hot sitting and staring at me like a hungry beast.
He hummed in appreciation when the dress pooled around my heels and I stepped out of it. His eyes slid to my pussy, and I wanted to cover myself, but I didn’t.
“You have a pretty cunt too.” He twirled his index finger, gesturing for me to turn around. “Bend over and show me your ass.”
My cheeks were burning when I bent over, balancing on my heels.
“Spread your cheeks.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, following his order and hoping Earth would swallow me whole.
I jumped when I felt the warm touch of his large hand on my cheek. “Hm, a pretty cunt and a prettier asshole. Which one should I take first?”
My sex clenched when his hand lowered to my pussy, rubbing the slickness onto my clit. “Your pussy is soaking wet, and I just touched you.” I whimpered when he spanked my pussy. “Greedy slut.”
My hips bucked, and before I could lose my balance and fall face first on the ground, he let me straighten up. But I didn’t have time to catch up because he had me sprawled on his lap with my ass in the air.
I cried out when this palm landed on my cheek, the harsh impact making the burn spread over to my core.
“I’ve been wanting to spank this tight ass of yours for a while, kitten,” he said, spanking my other cheek, making me clench the sheets. “You looked so fucking perfect on the stage. I wanted to come over and punish you in front of everyone.”
“W-why?” I asked, moaning and squirming when his spanks got harsher.
“Why?” Damon chuckled, making me shiver. “Why not? I didn’t ask you to look so perfect in front of everyone. You belong to me. All your holes belong to me, you understand?”
“No,” I said, looking over my shoulder and meeting his glare. I added, “Make me understand, Sir.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, brat,” he warned, spanking me harder until I was making a puddle on his slacks, raising my ass each time for more. I didn’t know why, but there was something extremely hot about spanking that I loved.
“Such a dirty little kitten,” he crooned, sliding his fingers in my pussy. I groaned, trying to ride his hand, but he spanked me. “Getting wet from spanking.”
I sighed when he made me go on my knees. My eyes widened when he took my wrists over my back and cuffed them together. I looked at him, squirming, and testing to see if I could unleash my hands, but I couldn’t.
“What?” My voice was barely audible.
He placed the silver key on the nightstand and removed his shirt, his abs flexing as he undid his belt. “If I’m going to use you, then I need to make sure you can’t run away,” he said, unzipping his pants, and my pulse doubled when the bed dipped with his weight. I could feel him behind me, squeezing my burning ass cheeks.
I gasped when he wrapped his hand around my hair and pulled my head back. “You’re going to scream my name when I’m done with you,” he warned, whispering against my ear as his hard cock pressed against my wet slit.
I bucked my hips, rubbing myself against him until he thrusted inside me, filling me to the hilt. I whimpered, the stretch of his stiffened member making me clench him.
“Such a hot fucking cunt,” he growled, retreating and slamming inside me. When I moaned, he covered my mouth, fucking me again. “Shh, I’m fucking you for my pleasure. Not yours.”
My moan only increased from hearing his filthy words. Tears burned my eyes as pleasure kept building inside me each time he fucked me hard and rough.
I gasped when he turned me around and spread my legs wider before sliding inside me once again, going deeper than ever as his hands played with my breasts. Pinching my nipples and rolling them around until I was arching for him, so close to the edge.
When he bit my nipple, I groaned, rocking my hips against his.
“You like pain,” he whispered, repeating his actions to the other breast. “My little masochist.”
“Please, Sir,” I said, clenching my hands and squirming on the bed. “I’m close.”
His hand wrapped around my neck and I clenched him. His eyes darkened as he slowed his pace. “Yeah? You like it when I choke you?”
I bit my lip and nodded when he tightened his hold and rolled his hips before thrusting inside me. I was so close, I could feel each and every nerve in my body light up with pleasure.
“Tell me, who do you belong to?” he said, his thrusts inconsistent. He was doing it on purpose, making sure I stayed on the edge.
Asshole.
“You,” I whimpered when his cock slammed against my G-spot. “I belong to you, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he whispered, the hand on my neck lowering to my clit. My lips parted when he started rubbing me. “You belong to me and no one else.”
“Yes!” I moaned.
“Mhm, cum for me,” he growled, rubbing faster. “Cum on my cock.”
Pleasure blinded me as I came, screaming Damon’s name. My back arched and my toes curled as he kept fucking me, his own orgasm triggering a smaller orgasm, making me whine. His warm cum filled me up as he kept fucking me through the aftershocks before slowing down and leaning his head on my neck.
“Wow,” I said, catching my breath as he pulled out and laid beside me. We were both sweaty and smelled like sex.
“Wow, indeed,” he said, freeing my hands from the cuffs and kissing my red inner wrists. “You did so well, love. I’m proud of you.”
I blushed and snuggled him. “I’m glad you bid for me.”
He ran his hand up and down my back, the post-coital bliss making me feel vulnerable. “I only had eyes for you.” He faced me and said, “To be honest, I didn’t like that so many people could see you.”
I raised my brow. “You got jealous?”
He rolled his eyes and kissed my forehead. “Give me a few minutes before I take it all out on you again.”
I smiled, and leaning up on my elbows, I kissed him. Before he could deepen our kiss, I pulled back and got out of the bed. “Once you are done recovering, you can join me in the shower,” I said, swaying my hips and walking to the washroom, leaving the door unlocked.
“You’ll be the death of me.” My smile widened when I heard Damon groan.
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