Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Jacob is slow to face me fully, but when he does, he asks, “Is that right?”
“She’s a greedy girl,” I tell him. “She needs . . .” I take in a steadying breath, knowing what I’m offering and how it could be exactly what she wants or it could backfire. She has her safe word, though, and with that, I’m willing to test her boundaries. “She needs a lot of attention. More than I can offer, I think.”
Jacob clears his throat once more. “Well . . . maybe I could offer some assistance? If I could see what it is that she needs attending to.” He doesn’t outright say it, so I do. “I think you should try her mouth before her cunt.”
It only takes a half-second before a slow smirk pulls his lips up. He’s none too subtle as he readjusts himself, and I gesture for him to follow me.
It doesn’t take long for the other men to filter in, for them to come to a conclusion, although they each ask permission.
“Be a good girl for us, Kiersten,” I command her, and those beautiful eyes reach mine.
With Jacob’s cock in one hand and the head of it in her mouth, she moans and arches her back, her cunt on full display. “She’s needy,” I comment to the room as I pace behind her. I grab the flesh of her ass and squeeze. Her moan forces her to lower her head as pleasure and pain ride through her. “Did I say stop?” I question her, and my beautiful little whore is quick to respond.
“No Sir.” She bobs her head on Jacob’s cock, and his head falls back. It’s then that his suit pants fall to the floor and the men behind him let out a chuckle.
Nervously, Kiersten peers up. It's her first time being shared. I’m more than certain that she’ll have her insecurities.
“Your mouth is so good, you could bring him to his knees,” I murmur in her ear, although it’s loud enough for them to hear. At that, Jacob leans forward, his cock falling out of her mouth, and his hand catches his release. He’s winded and no doubt enjoyed himself.
“I’m calling it out. You’re cheating, Thompson,” Daniels says with a touch of humor. “You’ll rob us blind if she’s on the table,” he says and then laughs.
A prick travels up my spine at the comment. As if they could have her. As if she’s not mine.
“There’s business and then there’s business. She’s not for sale . . . she’s not a bargaining chip. This is simply pleasure. Isn’t that right, my little whore?”
With swollen lips and a blush that rises all the way to her temple, Kiersten’s gaze seems to pierce into me. A desire and a fulfillment that’s sinful takes over her. “Yes Sir,” she answers, and I take her chin in my hand, the rough pad of my thumb traveling along her lower lip.
Jacob’s back is to us as the zipper is heard, but the other three men are still here, watching and waiting.
I raise my voice as I gently pet Kiersten’s back. “Who’s next?”
LYNN
Present
As I shut my car door and hit the alarm, I can’t help but feel pride knowing that tonight was remarkably successful. My heels click on the asphalt as I make my way to my building.
Chelsea had, as I’d predicted, lit the auction room on fire, with twenty of the men in attendance bidding for the contract on her. While most dropped out quickly, she fetched one point one million dollars.
She signed a contract with a well-known Dom in the Club, a man who will teach her exactly what she can and cannot take and do it in a way that will help her blossom even more. She has no idea where her boundaries lay, and the man who won her is practically an expert at finding them, and also respecting and enjoying them with his partner.
The warmth I feel from that knowledge is quickly chilled as I step back. With a hitch in my breath, I feel it again, that prick up the back of my neck. It’s eerie, and even when I turn my head from side to side, checking the street and seeing nothing, it’s still there.
This is worse than every on and off feeling I’ve felt throughout the week. My first inclination is that it could be Mr. Astor. I anticipated a reply the moment I emailed but got nothing. I peer out into the night and through the concrete garage. My heart races and my pace picks up. I walk as quickly as I can around the corner to the elevator.
I have to remind myself that no one in the club even knows where I live. Joshua does, but only because I knew him before all of this. He’s the only one who knows more than the façade that is Madam Lynn. If most members of Club X saw my home, I bet they would be surprised. Most of the members own a penthouse suite or inherited a mansion. They measure their homes by floors, not square feet.