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  “But I’m here now,” I murmured. “You don’t have to buy me.”

  A conflicted expression crossed Jared’s face then.

  “I know, but I came out on a recruiting trip,” he rasped, like the words were ripped from his throat. “I owe it to my brothers. Like I said, finding a girl is a one in a million experience, we expect nothing most times. So to find you …” his voice trailed off.

  “So?” I pressed softly. “So?”

  He shook his head, like an enraged bull, trying to clear it.

  “Finding you is like finding the Hope Diamond, honey,” he rasped again. “No one expects it, we do our best, going about the recruitment process methodically to land a jewel like you. So to finally find you,” he ground out, head dropping from his shoulders. “To finally find you, I can’t just take it all for myself. I can’t betray the brotherhood like that, acting the selfish prick.”

  But I shook my head again, helpless.

  “You’re not betraying them,” I whispered. “I don’t want to go up for sale, I want to be with you.”

  And here, his head lifted so that those blue eyes took mine, penetrating, seizing my soul.

  “You don’t know what you’re saying,” he ground out roughly. “It’s enough to set you up for life, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

  I shook my head, stubborn.

  “I’ve never wanted to sell my body,” I stated emphatically. “Never, and that hasn’t changed. It’s insane that there are girls who want to,” I added darkly. “It’s crazy.”

  Mr. White shrugged.

  “It’s not crazy,” he said. “And some of those girls are now married to their billionaires,” he said with a tight smile. “Yeah, believe it or not, married to the men they fucked for a week, things were so good between the product and the buyer.”

  I gasped, eyes wide. Holy cow, so this auction business was way more serious than I thought. Evidently the girls they sourced were so perfect for club members, so wholly suited that some dudes even ended up putting a ring on it, making it real. A shiver ran down my spine because I wanted that, definitely. I wanted to be married to my man, a powerful, dominant alpha who made my knees weak. The problem was that my best prospect was sitting right here in front of me, proposing that I sell myself to someone else. How fucked up was that? How messed up was it to hear these words, to listen to his proposal? Suddenly, I was exhausted, overwhelmed with confusion and overcome with a myriad of feelings. My thoughts twisted this way and that, and I wasn’t sure what to think anymore, what to feel.

  “So what do we do?” I asked, eyes dim. “You seem to think that an auction is best for me, but I’ve just told you it’s not what I want. I don’t care how much I can make,” I added again, firm. “It’s not about the money.”

  Jared shook his head.

  “You don’t know what money is because you’ve never needed it, baby girl,” he ground out. “Besides, we don’t have to dive right into the deep end. Because of your resistance, why don’t you come to the Billionaires Ball first? We’re having a party, baby, and it’ll be a good way for you to acclimate, to get introduced to what our world is like.”

  I snorted then.

  “The Billionaires Ball?” I asked skeptically. “Sounds like some kind of twisted fantasy. Besides, I’ve already seen how you guys operate,” I added. “I was at the club tonight.”

  Even though my words scalded, I couldn’t help it. I wanted this man, I wanted him so badly, and yet he kept pushing me to sell myself to someone else. It hurt so bad that I lashed out, unable to keep my emotions in check.

  But Jared admirably kept his cool.

  “You only saw a pop-up tonight,” he said smoothly. “Like I mentioned, tonight’s Club was just a pop-up, the real deal is based in Vegas.”

  “So?” I asked, still hurt and disappointed. “Who says the real deal is any better?”

  And this time, Jared’s brows lowered.

  “Watch your mouth,” he ground out. “Watch it girlie.”

  But I was so upset about the fact that he was telling me to sell myself, that I couldn’t keep a lid on it. I wanted him, couldn’t the billionaire tell? Couldn’t the alpha see that I was willing to go where he led, to the ends of the Earth if that was what he wanted, so long as we were together?

  So impulsively, I lashed out again, with poison on my tongue.

  “Maybe all your brothers are dumbass lame-o’s,” I spat. “Money doesn’t mean you have good character, it doesn’t mean you’re a good person. It just means one thing: that you have cash. So what? Why should I think that the set-up in Vegas is so much better?”

  I’m not exactly great at cussing someone out, and “lame-o” was the best I could do at the moment. But despite the childish words, the feeling was absolutely real. Maybe the Nevada compound wasn’t any better, also filled with greasy used car salesmen, guys with blown-out egos and limp dicks.

  But my nasty words hit a sore spot. Evidently the Club was close to Mr. White’s heart and he didn’t appreciate my comments. Hell, I wouldn’t either, I’d just smeared his sacred space, his precious brotherhood, the place where he spent lot of time. I’d just spewed vile words on something that was near and dear to him, and the big man had had it.

  In a flash, the alpha was on me. I didn’t even know what happened, he was so fast for someone so big, one second he was across the room, and the next he loomed above me, not two inches away.

  “I heard you, little girl,” he said silkily, breath hot on my neck. “I heard you the first time.”

  I was like a rabbit beneath his huge form, that big body blocking out the light, taking over my entire world. But I had to put up a fight, I couldn’t just give in like some spineless weakling. I had to show that I was a woman of fire, with my own thoughts, feelings, needs, and wants.

  “Sure you heard, but you’re not listening,” I said scornfully. “You always do that with women? Nod and smile, but the words go in one ear and out the other? Is that how you treat women?”

  That comment also struck close to home because it went to the heart of the matter. Girls who worked for the Club were paid well, sure, they sometimes walked out with seven figures after an auction. But even if they were treated well during their stay and had money exploding from their pockets, did that mean that the set-up was fair? Did they walk on equal footing with their buyers? Did they have any say in what happened to them before they went on the pedestal?

  But Mr. White was so incensed hearing those words that he lost all control. In a second, I was shoved over his lap face-down, staring at the carpet, breathless.

  “Wha?” I panted, struggling to get up, pushing against those massive thighs. “What the, let me up!” I squealed.

  But his arm was like a band against my lower back.

  “Shut your mouth,” he ground out. “Shut that nasty little mouth.”

  And before I realized what was happening, my skirt was flipped up over my waist, ass cheeks bouncing, covered only by the thinnest of cotton panties.

  “Wha?” I shrieked again, this time squirming like an eel. “What the hell?”’

  But it was too late because Mr. White’s big fist raised in the air and came crashing down on my ass.

  “Owwww!” I screamed. “Ow!”

  But he didn’t hesitate. So fast that I barely realized what was happening, his arm went up again and smashed across my butt cheeks once more, slamming into the fleshiest part, the sting unbearable.

  “Owwww!” I screamed again, lifting my head as tears began to roll down my cheeks. “Oh my god, ow!”

  But the alpha was relentless.

  “You wanted to know how girls are treated at the Club,” he ground out. “Well I’ll teach you how it’s done in Vegas because there’s no mercy for bad chickadees. That’s right you heard me. A buyer who wants to discipline his girl is free to do so, it’s part of the bargain, and right now, I’m disciplining you.”

  CRACK! Another resounding slap across my ass made me scream, but
I wasn’t struggling anymore. It was either the pain, his words, or both, but suddenly all the fight went out of me. Instead, I began to plead.

  “Please,” I begged. “Please Mr. White, I won’t be bad again, I promise. Please please please!”

  But I’d angered the alpha, and there was no mercy on the horizon. Instead, he slapped my ass a few more times, so hard that my skin sizzled, white hot and burning.

  “That’s right,” he ground out. “Fuck you, Abby, fuck you.”

  And somehow, the situation turned a corner then. What had previously been boiling rage somehow melted into something steamier, the atmosphere heavy with sensuality. Because instead of slapping me again, instead of going to town on my flaming red ass cheeks, instead, this time Mr. White massaged my buttocks, his big palms squeezing the flesh, like he was rubbing the pain away.

  “Unnnh,” I moaned, head dropping limply. “Ohhh.”

  I wasn’t sure if I was groaning from the lingering sting or the feel of his hand on my soft flesh. But whatever it was, the waves carried me, I was no longer a thinking, fighting female, but rather one floating in a sea of sensuality, lost again to this big man.

  “Ohhhh,” I moaned again, boobies smashed against his strong legs. And sure enough, there was a twitch beneath my stomach, the feel of something hard as iron, digging into my flesh. Could it be? Could the spanking, the touch of my assflesh against his hands, have aroused Mr. White? Did he love feeling my butt, watching as the cheeks shook and bounced with every slap of his fist, growing hot under his palm?

  Evidently so because before I knew it, those clever fingers slipped beneath my panties and began stroking the softness within.

  “Unnnh,” I moaned again, lost to desire. And oh god, that snake below my stomach jerked hard this time, Jared’s arousal undeniable.

  “That’s right,” he ground out once more, voice gravelly. “This is what bad girls get. You want it, baby? You want it?”

  Because roughly, the big man gripped my panties in his hand, the fabric scrunched into a tight line between my ass cheeks and pulled up, hard. Oh god, oh god, the material rubbed against my clit unbearably then, arousing me, a guttural moan escaping my lips as I twisted in his lap.

  “Unnh!” I cried out. And the big man chuckled.

  “Yeah that’s what I call a vaginal wedgie,” he ground out. “Wedgies for ladies, feels good against that hard clit, huh? Feels good?” he asked, pulling the material tighter, bisecting my butt cheeks as the panties scraped against my sensitive nub.

  And something happened then that made him laugh all the harder. Because I was so turned on by this sex play, so unbelievably, erotically aroused that my pussy spurted then. It happens sometimes when I’m juiced, my cunt gets really slick and wet and let’s go with a burst of hot liquid, the nectar running in streams down my legs. And right now, ass up in his lap, there was no way I could hide it from him. My hips jerked a bit, insides growing tense and then oh god, it happened. I felt the squirt against my inner thighs, the unmistakable spray of ambrosia drenching my nether lips, and I could tell Mr. White noticed too because his hand immediately dropped and stroked the juices into my skin, massaging my most sensitive part.

  “Mmm, baby feels good,” he rumbled, fingers hot against my quivering puss. “Baby feels real good, you’re real turned on.”

  And I couldn’t deny it because at that very moment, I squirted again, just a little bit, right into his palm. It was so embarrassing, I’ve never done it twice in a row in such a short period. But chalk it up to the billionaire, there was something about Mr. White that broke through all my barriers, made me melt into a puddle, and the nectar oozed out once more, right into his hands.

  “Oh my god,” I squirmed slightly, trying to wriggle around, meeting his eyes. “I’m so sorry,” I panted. “I didn’t mean to.”

  But the big man seized my gaze with his own, that blue fire penetrating and direct, hot with desire.

  “Naw don’t worry about it, baby,” he growled. “Because I like it. See how much I like it, honey.”

  And with that, he lifted his palm to his mouth, licking the pungent fluid off his fingers. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, his tongue traced a trail of goo before swallowing, a delicious smile on his lips.

  “Like I said, baby, I love women, and female nectar is one of my favorite drinks,” he rumbled lazily. “If I could survive on pussy juice alone, I’d do it, hell yeah, I’d be on it a second.”

  I flushed then, heat flaring in my chest and running down my breasts before coming to a sweet stop in my cunt, the warmth making me ooze again. Because drinking pussy juice to survive? Choosing that over water and food? Oh my god, it was so wrong, so dirty and nasty, but I loved it.

  Because I loved everything having to do with this man. I wasn’t even his prisoner anymore, his arm was no longer a steel bar across my back, trapping me. I could get up, I could pull my skirt down and act the outraged sissy, stomping out of the apartment without another word. But that’s not what I wanted. That wasn’t how I wanted this night to end. Despite the fact that I’d only met Mr. White hours ago, I was desperate to have more of him, desperate for whatever he’d give.

  So throwing caution to the winds, I looked at him over my shoulders, eyes melty, lips half-parted, a female in heat.

  “Do it Mr. White,” I purred. “Show me what else you do to bad girls.”

  And fire leapt in his eyes then, the blue ice becoming so hot they burned through my soul.

  “I’ll show you what I do,” he rumbled in reply. “Gladly. Starting with this.”

  I gasped because with a sudden snap, my panties were gone, the drenched cloth bunched in his fist.

  “Fuck yeah,” he ground out, holding the cotton to his nose and inhaling deeply. “Fuck yeah, aroused cunt smells good.”

  Moaning, I looked at him again. Oh god, he was so dirty, sniffing my underwear, savoring the smell of my wet pussy. And I shook my twat at him then, the folds bare before him now, my pink lips wet and inviting.

  “It’s yours,” I panted. “It’s all yours, Mr. White.”

  But the big man was depraved beyond belief, he had experience with women that far outstripped my mere eighteen years. So with a knowing grin, he crumped the fabric tightly.

  “I know it’s mine,” he rasped. “But I don’t like my girls to talk, and honey, you’ve done way too much talking already tonight.”

  And this is where things went off the rails again. If you can fall into the fire twice, then it happened now because without losing a beat, Mr. White stuffed my wet panties into my mouth.

  I was so shocked and taken aback, that I didn’t even resist at first, not quite sure what was happening.

  “Mmmph!?” I gulped, eyes wide, looking up at him. Oh shit, oh shit, the panties were so wet, the cloth muffling my words, choking me almost. What was going on?

  But the blue eyes merely gleamed at me, those white teeth flashing.

  “Like I said,” Jared drawled. “You’ve already done too much talking today and Daddy’s sick of it. So open up baby, eat your dirty panties.”

  And it was then that I realized he meant every word of what he said. The soaked panties in my mouth were meant to stop me from talking, he was sick of my bullshit, my sassy replies, and was putting a stop to it. Literally, he was shoving a plug into my mouth so that there was no more noise except the occasional muffled, “Mwmwmwm!”

  I coughed a bit, it was hard to swallow, choking a little. But shit, the panties tasted good, my cunt flavor strong and aromatic, and the dirtiness of the situation got to me. Because never in my wildest dreams had I imagined this nasty scene. Never in my wildest fantasies had I ever envisioned myself sprawled across the lap of a dominant male, spanked within an inch of my life with my panties stuffed in my mouth. If I’d been thinking this would be a comfortable ride, then I’d sadly underestimated Mr. White because he’d already shot me out to Pluto with no turning back.

  And I loved it, I loved every second of it. I loved
having my pussy out for him, available for the alpha to touch, use, and stroke. Plus I loved the way he’d worked me so far, the dirty wedgie that rubbed my clit, and now this. Most women probably would have been crying their eyes out, defeated and scared, but not me. The slut inside demanded that I go along with his every whim, that I give into Jared’s wants and needs.

  So I merely looked at him once more over my shoulder, mouth stuffed full, and shook my ass tantalizingly, wiggling and beckoning.

  “Mwmwmw?” I asked. “Mmwmwm?”

  The alpha chuckled, a gleam in those blue eyes.

  “Oh yeah, you’re gonna get it, don’t worry baby, you’re gonna get it. But Daddy has a rule, remember? No vaginal, you’re Club property, so unfortunately this dick isn’t going into your pussy tonight.”

  My heart sank, a little disappointed, before perking back up again. Because I hadn’t gotten dick in cunt so far, and yet I was wet beyond belief, the sex play was insane, beyond my wildest fantasies. So I shot him a pleading half-smile, trying to communicate with my eyes. I wanted it, I wanted whatever he’d give, even if he wouldn’t spear me with that hot rod. I’d take fingers in my cunt, his mouth, hell, he could even stuff these dirty panties into my vaginal canal if that’s what he wanted.

  But Mr. White merely smiled again, voice smooth.

  “Oh no honey,” he rumbled deep in his chest. “I’m not touching pussy, but there’s another part of you that’s fair game. Right here, baby girl, right here. Remember this? You came hard with Daddy’s tongue here, you liked the anal, if I remember right.”

  I let out a lusty moan then because oh shit, his fingers trailed over my pucker before nudging my legs apart and spreading my ass cheeks. Flames flickered in my pussy, the roar becoming undeniable, heat spreading all throughout my pelvic area. Because the big man was looking at my brown hole now, taking it all in, even sniffing deeply, as his hands started a rhythmic stroke across the pleats.

  “That’s right, my baby likes anal,” he ground out. “And Daddy’s gonna give it to you. Take a deep breath, honey, take a deep breath and relax.”