Auctioned to Him 9_Wait

by Charlotte Byrd

  Eventually there wasn’t enough time left for us to enjoy the water. Though we were quiet, we walked back to the room together. I felt like lacing my fingers into hers, or like brushing her sandy hair behind her ears. I felt like singing a song and carrying her to our room, but I wasn’t sure about that. I didn’t know how she felt. I knew one thing was certain, if I found out she wasn’t sold on me, and she didn’t want me back, I was going to have to make her. A challenge that gave me more pleasure than discomfort, I was no stranger to wooing people over.

  19

  April

  I watched the sand and salt water wash down the drain. It trailed down my leg, in between my toes, and was swallowed by the hole in the tub. After rinsing down, it was time to get dressed for the party. I still wasn’t sure what to wear, what to do with my hair or make up. Looking in the mirror, I saw my burn was already turning into a tan and my hair was half a shade lighter from being in the sun.

  I had had a good time on the beach with Grant. It felt like we just went back into the natural swing of things, but I still had my reservations. I didn’t know exactly what to say to him, and we hadn’t talked about the fight since it had happened. My woman’s intuition was in bad shape, and so I was stuck performing a routine for my apology in the mirror.

  I didn’t want him to be mad. I didn’t know that he felt the same way towards me. I had never done anything like this, so I had no idea when to tell it was genuine or not. I was curious how tonight was going to go, after this morning went pretty well.

  I started to think of a possible future with us. My parents already knew him, and he had the perfect story for his career. I wondered if he would quit his escort job for me. If he wasn’t doing it for the money, what was he doing it for? I decided not to think about it. It was probably every man’s dream to be paid heaping piles of cash for having sex with women.

  I brushed the thoughts out of my head. I didn’t want to get carried away with this. I wanted to be a few steps ahead. At the very least, I could maybe ask for a job as a secretary at his hedge fund. Then we could keep in contact and see how that goes.

  I knew I was being silly. We had only known each other for a few days. He had sold me, though. I liked him a lot. How could someone resist? He was handsome, intelligent, dreamy, and pleasant. I could tell my parents were already impressed and Tom was envious. I liked that even more. The best revenge is being successful. This was me going to the top.

  It was fun to have a little secret, doing a charade for these people. This was a stage, and this was my love scene. I felt weightless compared to the rest of the year. I was floating on a cloud, worry free. If all this went well, I would be better off than when I came here.

  I wondered what his parents were like. He had told me something about them earlier, but they didn’t talk much. He didn’t seem close to them at all. I had the opposite experience. Is that what drove him to be an escort in the first place? Issues with his parents? I stopped drawing conclusions about him. I am sure there was a valid reason for his life. It could have even just been the thrill of adventure.

  I went through my clothes, trying to figure out what would be the best thing to wear tonight. I buried the envelope that sat on top of my things deeper in the bag. I didn’t mind keeping it at all. I decided to go with the nude and black maxi dress. I felt the most comfortable in it, and I wouldn’t have to shave my legs, which I didn’t have time for. I put my hair up in a bun and did a cat eye with red lips.

  I rehearsed my apology once more before leaving the bathroom. I slipped on my heels and walked in the room. “You look lovely.” I looked up from my feet. He was wearing a perfectly tailored suit with a dashing bow tie.

  “You look… wow.” He smiled when I said it. His perfectly white teeth glistened. He could be on a commercial or TV show. His hair was perfectly gelled back. My heart jumped. I could tell I was falling more and more for him. I could tell he felt the same by how he looked at me. We were going to give the bride and groom a run for their money with how great we would look together. “Listen, about last night,” I started the apology “I am really sorry, I didn’t – “

  “Apology accepted.” That was quick. I waited a bit for him to apologize too, but he stayed silent. I waited for a bit for him to say something. He straightened his tie and kept quiet. “What?”

  “Aren’t you going to say sorry too?”

  “I don’t see why I should.”

  “Really? After you threw that fit this morning?” I was surprised. I didn’t want to fight again, but I thought I deserved some form of an apology.

  “Nope. Besides, I’ve seen you throw a fit, too.” He said, kidding. He lightly pushed me back twice until I fell onto the bed.

  “Travis told me your real price. I can’t believe… That’s more money than I’ve made this year.”

  “Then you should appreciate what I’ve been doing for free.” He smiled and kissed my cheek. I felt warm, and I had to fight to keep my hands from rushing up to touch the spot he kissed. He saw the shock in my face. He loved it. It fed him more and more. He kissed me again on the other cheek.

  “We don’t have a ton of time.” I said. I wanted to make out, and I knew that was where he was leading, but if that led to sex we would be late for the party and I would have to redo my hair and makeup which would just take more time. It wasn’t worth it.

  “No, we don’t.” He said before kissing me on the mouth. He kissed me slowly, leaning over me. As he kissed me he pushed me back into the bed and crawled onto the bed himself, hovering over me. He put his hands on my waist and I wrapped my hands around his head, trying hard not to damage his perfectly done hair.

  As he kissed me, I began to regret not shaving my legs. If he liked me as more than just a client, I’m sure that tonight would lead to more than just kissing. Weddings have a way of making everyone else sentimental about romance and love. I was no different, and would probably fall for the tricks of the ceremony. If not, I would just be jaded by the fact it was my ex-fiancés wedding.

  I push him away a little “We already spent so much time at the beach than we should have.”

  “That was fun.” He started kissing my neck, very gently.

  “You just keep trying to get me side tracked.”

  “Maybe just a little.” He came over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. His thumbs rolled back and forth, rubbing my skin under the dress. His eyes looked hungry. I wanted him. He bit his teeth, fighting himself. It just made me want him more.

  I wasn’t over him yelling yet. I wasn’t mad, and I understood why he was upset, but I thought that this was a two way road of problems. If he could drive me crazy for wanting him, I could do the same by resisting him. I lightly pushed him. His hands were freed from my shoulders.

  He smiled, enjoying the fight. “I like you when you’re feisty.” He came back to me, kissing my cheek and trying to kiss my mouth. I stopped him, trying to speak with him.

  “And you haven’t said sorry yet.”

  “I think I’ll make it up to you, somehow.” He pulled my head towards his and kissed me again. This time I kissed back. I decided if I was going to be held hostage this weekend at a wedding, I was going to do it on my terms. We kissed and kissed and kissed.

  He kissed my lips and then led over to my cheek, down my neck. It sent shivers down my spine, and I’m sure he loved that. He kissed me several times, going down to my collar bone. He kissed my collar bone. The fabric got between the two of us. I considered taking my dress off. As I lifted it up, he stopped me midway.

  “We don’t have any time. If you take it all off, I won’t be able to stop.” He rested the fabric around my waist and went down to my ankles. He kissed the inside of my ankles and worked up my calves to my knees. I was breathing quicker and quicker, trying not to get too loud. He kissed up more, kissing my knee cap as he worked up further, kissing a line up my thigh. I started to get nervous.

  The anticipation was killing me. I wanted him. I was upset that we had s
tarted this, especially when we were so close to the wedding. I didn’t appreciate him teasing me like this, but it felt so nice that I didn’t stop him. I was going to force him to keep going later. He owed me that much.

  He got to the outline of my panties, which were covered in black lace. With both hands, he pulled them down and slipped them off both of my legs. He kissed my hip. And then he moved his way down, putting a finger in me and licking the outside.

  He kept going and going, hearing me sigh and moan, I could tell it only motivated him more. “We don’t have time.” I said. He didn’t respond, just kept licking. His hand pulsed inside me, and I was being driven crazy. I wanted him, I wanted him, I wanted him.

  I put my hands in his hair, I didn’t care about messing up it up anymore. He didn’t care about undressing me, after all. He worked harder and faster, and I could feel my pulse quicken. My back arched up and I fought back, trying not to give him the pleasure.

  It got to a point where I couldn’t fight it anymore. His fingers felt amazing. My toes curled. My mind went blank. I had the biggest orgasm that I have ever had. And from only him eating me out, I was in shock. Completely.

  He was eating it up, loving that I went weak over him. He knew I wanted more. He knew that now that I had a taste, I was going to get hungrier. He began to slow down, weaning me off. I took this time to gather myself, and try to remember what planet I was on.

  “That was pretty good.” I heaved, breathing every word.

  “I wish we had more time.” He said. He kissed his way back down my leg, slower than he had before.

  “That was… Really good.” I could feel him smile when he kissed. He slipped the panties back on my legs. “That was a first.”

  “First time someone has gone down on you?”

  “No.” I sassed back. I knew he thought I was innocent, but just because I wasn’t as experienced as him didn’t mean that I hadn’t experienced some things. “First time that it has made me, uh…”

  “Orgasm?”

  “Yeah.” I pulled the panties the rest of the way up and hopped off the bed. I fixed my hair and makeup in the mirror. It hadn’t gotten too ruffled, so I wouldn’t kill him. I saw him perched on the bed, fixing his own hair and smiling from ear to ear.

  20

  Grant

  Following her down to the lobby was driving me crazy. I was pretty aroused from earlier, and looking at the back of her wasn’t helping. She peeked over at me, her face was gorgeous. The makeup highlighted her features, and having her hair pulled back drew attention to it. She was gorgeous. I hadn’t seen someone as naturally beautiful as her.

  Her dress perfectly complimented my suit. We looked fantastic together. I’m sure we would turn all the heads. We might even take all the attention from the bride and groom. Hand in hand, we glided into the dimly lit room. Tables were softly lit by the centerpieces, and the shadows of the candles danced on the floor. The room was decorated with drapes that made it look like clouds were floating on the sides of the room. The windows showed the early evening sun warming up the ocean, getting ready to take a dip into the night. I hadn’t been to a place this beautiful in a while. Weddings were always so elegant, but this one had a lot of them beat. Even the times before when I had been to this hotel, it had never seemed this dapper.

  Tonight was already a great night, and this scenery was making it perfect. We were going to dance. We had to. The band set up. We were there early. We should have stayed in our room for a little while longer. I kept thinking back to before and it drove me crazy. I wanted to go back upstairs and fling her on the bed. I wanted to show her all my learned skills. I wanted her to feel special.

  She rubbed my thumb with hers, and it felt so sweet and gentle. April was perfect. We kept hands linked as we walked through the room, greeting everyone. I just kept thinking of before, how her legs relaxed and toes curled. I had felt her hands grabbing at the sheets and I couldn’t get the scene out of my head. It gave me butterflies. I loved pleasing women, that was why I was in this line of business. Pleasing April magnified that. I was proud. I felt like a million dollars. Even if she didn’t want to see me after this weekend, at least I would be one of her firsts, and therefore made permanent in her memories.

  We saw the heads turn as we passed through the tables to ours. She smiled. It radiated. This weekend would do wonders for her confidence. “You look lovely.” I whispered in her ear.

  She smiled. “You keep saying that.”

  “It’s true.”

  We got to our table and sat by her parents. I wanted to make a good impression, but I was still sidetracked by thoughts I had about us earlier. I held her hand as I spoke with her mom. Her fingers belonged in my hair, ruffling it up. I spoke about my hedge fund to her parents. It was all fairly boring business stuff, but I knew they would be impressed by it. I kept talking about the success of the business without being too proud. I had performed this dialogue enough times that I had it memorized. It rolled off my tongue as I thought about April in bed. I wanted her again. I wanted her now. I could imagine her body under the outline of her clothes. The image was burned into my mind. It spun in loops, driving me crazy.

  When I had exhausted the business talk I thought I would have a moment to think. Her mom kept speaking. I could tell she was charmed by me, she kept asking me more and more about my life, trying to dissect my brain and pull all the information out.

  “You are doing very well for yourself.” Her dad said, raising a glass to me.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Now, I bet you were raised by a great family, tell me about your parents.” Her mom said, taking a drink of her champagne.

  “Well, they actually are in a different line of business.” I looked to April, wondering if I should be telling this much detail about my life. It made it more realistic, but I wasn’t ready to have my book opened. I got over that quick. I was here on work. I had to do my job. “They have significant interest in a casino in Vegas. That’s where we are from.”

  “And what about your mother?”

  I didn’t want to say they were divorced. That would ruin the magic of my allure. I decided it was for the best to talk about my parents in the most positive light, even if it was lying. “My mom helps him.”

  In reality she wanted nothing to do with my dad. After he was having another kid, she would refuse to be in the same room with him. She thought it was gross. She shamed him every time they had to meet. I couldn’t say any of that. I had to paint a dazzling picket fence life.

  “Which casino is it?” Her dad asked.

  “Are you a card player?” I asked, trying to detour their questions. I didn’t want to give too much info away.

  “Not at all. I dabble with friends, but I wouldn’t dare try professionally.”

  “Enough.” Her mom said. She lightly slapped his thigh. “Which casino was it, Grant?”

  “It’s called Oasis. It has an Egyptian theme. It’s sort of corny. My dad was inspired by Indiana Jones. It was fun to run around there when I was a kid.”

  “I’m sure.” She finished her drink. “I have actually heard of this casino. Isn’t it a hotel as well?”

  “Yes actually.”

  “Did you have any siblings to run around with you?”

  This whole while April was paying attention to me. I could tell she liked having them off her back. I was fine with the questions, but I could see how she was exhausted by them. “I have a few older brothers.”

  “Are they in the casino business too?”

  “Not quite. Actually my oldest brother just opened up a new hotel.”

  “That’s exciting. Do you get to go for free?”

  “I don’t know. I’ll have to ask.” I assumed that I would. I don’t think my brother would care too much for me visiting, though. Not when he was up to his ears with paperwork for the new building.

  “Maybe you can take April on a little trip.” April flushed. Her mom kept talking. “Where is it at?”

 
“It’s in Seattle.”

  “Wouldn’t you like that, honey? That would be fun.” Her mom finally addressed April. She was spacing off a bit, but turned her head quickly towards her mother.

  “Yeah, that would be nice. I don’t want to barge, though.” She said. I could tell she was treating it as a real proposition. I wondered if I could actually convince her to go somewhere with me.

  “It wouldn’t be barging at all. I’d love to have your company.” We made eye contact, locking our eyes for a while. I meant it. I genuinely did. I wanted to tour the world, holding her on a pedestal. She was gorgeous and smart. I couldn’t stop thinking about her when she left the room. When she was getting ready for tonight, I sat outside the bathroom, waiting to surprise her.

  Her mom chimed back in, asking me more and more questions about my life. She was like a detective, trying to pin down every second of my life. April went back to spacing off as I answered the questions. I wondered what she was thinking about. Was she remembering earlier, holding onto the moment as much as I was?

  Not much more time had passed before April’s mom began to talk to her dad. They talked about Vegas and the last time they went there. I started to tune them out, paying more attention to April. I could tell something was distracting her, and she looked a little bothered. I didn’t know what by. I squeezed her hand in mine, hoping it would let her know that it was going to be okay.

  The room was beginning to fill with more people. It was getting harder and harder to hear April’s parents. I didn’t mind it. I liked having some time to think. I wondered if April wanted to go on the trip. Her hesitation could have been genuine too. It was hard to tell what she really wanted from me. I knew we had something, but I didn’t know how long she would let the fling last.

  She seemed totally uninterested in Tom now. She didn’t look at him once this whole time. I kept my eye on them, though. I waited for him to swoop in like a hawk, trying to take her as his prey. He seemed so conflicted about his relationship. I wasn’t about to let him make mine more complicated than it already was.