by Alexa Riley
I hear the brothers speaking somewhere off in the distance, because right now I feel far away. I’m on a distant planet—a giant ball of rage—and I’m the god of my world. I want to rip the skin from my body I’m so fucking angry right now. How can she be on the stage naked in front of everyone? How are all these horny fuckers able to see my gorgeous woman like this?
She’s dressed like an angel, and goddamn, does she look the part. The angel to my devil. Clever Samantha, clever. If I wasn’t so mad, I would laugh at the contrast in our costumes.
Her wings are large, covered with long white feathers that sparkle in the light. Her dark hair is tousled, looking like she just got fucked backstage. When she shakes her hair out of the way, it exposes her perfect breasts and hard pink nipples. My eyes roam down her trim stomach and slim hips to the tiny patch of underwear barely covering her pussy. Her white thong is too tight and it digs into her labia, making them peek out from either side. My mouth fills with saliva as I think about licking her. I have to swallow to keep the drool from running down the side my chin.
Her long legs go on for a mile, and end with killer white heels strapped around her ankles. She looks like a cross between a gladiator and a Victoria’s Secret Angel. My cock is so hard, I feel the seams of my slacks stretching, barely able to contain it. I don’t have any more room for it to go, so I adjust it, letting its solid weight run down my thigh. I rub it there while looking at her, up and down, teasing myself with what’s in front of me.
As I look at every inch of her, I forget my anger and drink in her sexual magnetism. Mandy is pulling me to her like nothing ever has. I feel like at any moment I’m going to get up with no conscious thought and go to her. She’s like a siren and I’m being lured to my death at her feet. I feel myself smile wickedly, all too willing to go.
She squares her shoulders, licking her lips, and I rub my cock gently, thinking of what I’m going to make that mouth do. I run the palm of my hand down my inner thigh, feeling the heat through my slacks. I’m burning for her, and I don’t know how much longer I can wait.
Taking a step, Mandy spreads her legs, showing me exactly what I want, what I’ve been craving. She puts her hands on her hips, and I’m still slowly stroking myself, loving the show. When she opens her mouth to speak, I’m snapped back to reality and conscious of what’s happening around us.
“All right, boys, I’m looking for a little more than that. Any other bidders?”
I sit up in my chair and slam my fist on the table, making the glasses clang. “Two million!” I don’t care if I’m just bidding against myself. If she wants more, she can have it. She’s coming home with me. No matter what.
“Um, that’s two million to the same bidder in front,” the auctioneer says.
She doesn’t even look at me as she rocks from hip to hip, then turns to the side to show her ass to the crowd. The men behind me start letting out catcalls, and I have to close my eyes to keep from breathing fire and burning this fucking place to the ground.
“Come on, gentlemen, don’t let me go so easily. I’m a yoga expert.” She tosses the words over her shoulder as she bends over, spreading her legs further apart.
“Three million,” I grit out, still only bidding against myself.
“So, yeah, the same guy. Three million,” the auctioneer seems somewhat confused, but is just going with it.
After Mandy’s drunken night at the bar in my casino, I watched the monitors as she went to her room and passed out. I went to bed myself, thinking she’d be hungover and sleeping it off when I woke. When I got up and checked, she was already gone. All of her things were out of her room and no one knew where she went. By the time I got to the lobby, Cupid was there talking to the doormen and trying to track her down.
“She’s gone. She left at four this morning in a town car. The doorman didn’t know the driver, and when we pulled the surveillance cameras, we saw it was an unmarked car. I’m so sorry, Charles. She took everything with her, and we can’t seem to locate her.”
“Fuck!” I shout, punching the wall beside me. When I pull my fist away, I see the damage I’ve done, both to the wall and to my hand, but I don’t feel a thing. I’m completely numb. She got away from me. “You find her, Cupid. Now. And have that wall fixed.”
As I walk towards my elevator, I feel my phone vibrate. I pull it out of my pocket and see it’s a number I don’t recognize. Thinking it might be Mandy, I answer it in a panic.
“Mandy?”
“I thought you might be interested to know that your former employee has signed up for my October Mistress Auction.”
“I don’t have time for this shit, Samantha.”
“You’re not listening, Mr. Townsend. Mandy has requested to enter the Mistress Auction next week.”
I’m stone still at her words, thinking about everything that sentence means. My brain isn’t fast enough to process her words and the pain they cause at the same time. What has she done? What did I do?
Samantha clears her throat, bringing me back to the moment.
“Whatever it takes. I want her. I’ll buy out the auction.”
“I thought you might say that. You know I’m always willing to help a friend. For the right price, or course.”
“Of course. Name it. I don’t give a fuck. I have to have her. Only me bidding, and I need a guarantee.”
“I’ll work up the numbers and email you the details. I’ll have the other gentlemen attending the auction sign an agreement not to bid”
“Done.”
“Always a pleasure working with you, Mr. Townsend.”
Before she can hang up, I stop her. “Samantha, where is she?”
“Oh, Charles, you should know by now, every girl needs her secrets.”
The line goes dead, and I’m left standing there with my phone in my hand, and no way of finding her. One week and she’ll be mine.
It’s been absolute hell waiting until now to have her. And having to see her like this, displayed for everyone, is tearing me to pieces. Hearing me yell out my last bid of three million has Mandy turning around and looking at me with hard eyes. She’s not willing to concede yet, and she struts along the front of the stage, arms spread wide.
“Gentlemen, gentlemen, let’s be reasonable. Are you going to let him have me all to himself? I’m willing to spend the next thirty days on my knees, thanking you for spending your hard-earned dollars on me.”
That last sentence spins me into a rage I’ve never felt before. I stand up so fast, my chair topples over.
“Five million. Call the auction. Now!” I slam my fist down on the table, sending the drinks crashing to the floor. I’m the only one for whom she’ll ever be on her knees. The idea of her at someone else's feet nearly sends me over the edge.
“Once, twice, sold!” The auctioneer slams down the gavel and the curtains close, sealing Mandy behind them.
“Can we look now?”
I look down at the table and see that Aaron and Justin have their hands covering their eyes. They look ridiculous, but if it’s two fewer people seeing Mandy naked then I’m all for it. “She’s gone.”
Aaron breathes a sigh of relief at my words. “Thank God. We need to call and tell Lucky what happened before she finds out and stabs us to death.”
I see Justin pull out his phone. “Let me do it. You’ll just mess it up.”
“Maybe we should go home and tell her while we’re fucking her so she can’t get mad. God, this didn’t go anything like Lucky’s did. Why was Mandy naked? Gross.”
Justin smirks as me. “Hey, at least he had to pay what we did. Five million each was a steal for Stella.”
While Justin and Aaron are arguing, I look around the room and see the door I need to go through to claim Mandy. I start to walk away, and I feel a hand on my arm. I turn back to see the brothers standing there looking at me.
“Don’t hurt her.”
My first reaction is to tell them to fuck off, but I understand she’s like family to them,
so I try to make it as polite as possible.
“I would never hurt her. Ever.”
Aaron lets go of my arm, and I walk toward the door. When I reach the security guard, he scans my pass and talks into his headset, triple checking that I’m clear for entry.
“Your mistress is in room fifteen, sir.”
Once past the guard, I walk down a long hall lined with bright red doors. At the end of the hall is room fifteen. I open it and step inside.
The room is basic, with blues and creams covering everything. I think it’s meant to soothe anxiety, but that seems to be impossible for me at this moment. A hidden door on the far wall opens silently, and out walks my angel. Immediately I see the room’s color palate has done nothing to soothe her mood as she walks toward me. ‘Walk’ might not be the right word. She stomps across the room, clearly in a fit of rage.
“You!” She points at me accusingly, and then pokes my chest. She’s taken off her wings, and a white robe covers her. I feel somewhat at ease now that she’s no longer naked for everyone to see.
“Thank you for your generous bid, Mr. Townsend.” It’s then I notice Samantha behind Mandy, contracts in hand. “If we can just settle this last bit of paperwork, you will both be free to leave the property.”
She pauses, giving Mandy a hard look, and I see something pass between the two of them. Mandy shakes her head and Samantha nods, looking back at me.
“Very well, Mr. Townsend. Your signature please.”
I take her pen and sign the wire transfer agreements.
“As discussed, half of the money will be wired to Mandy now, and the remainder of the funds will deposit at the time the contract expires.”
Once I finish signing all the pages, I turn to look at Mandy. I haven’t spoken a word since I entered this room, and I feel like if I do so now, I might spit fire. Instead, I hold out my and wait for her to take it.
She looks at it, and then looks back at Samantha. After a moment, Samantha hands her a small suitcase. Mandy nods, taking it from her. She then turns to me and shakily reaches out her hand, placing it in mine.
I lead her from the room and down the hall. I keep ahold of her hand as I tuck her behind me, shielding her from view. I would carry her out of here, but these men have seen enough of her ass tonight.
Once we are at the side of the building, I see my driver waiting and holding the car door open. I help her inside the back seat, and then go in after her, slamming the door shut behind me.
The car has barely moved an inch before she turns and starts to accuse me. “You set me up.”
“I did.”
She stops, taking a breath, somewhat shocked that I admitted to it.
“You’re not even sorry, are you?”
“No.”
“You don’t care that I don’t want you?”
“No.”
I do care that she doesn’t want me, but I’m not about to admit that. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her want me.
She looks at me like she’s making up her mind about something, and then gives me the fake smile she reserves for problem guests at the casino. I've seen it on many occasions.
“Fine. You bought me. I guess you can have me.”
She gets off the bench seat beside me and kneels in front of me. I’m so shocked by her move, I don’t try to stop her. When her hands go to my waist, I grab her wrists with both hands. I don’t say anything. I just hold them there, feeling her steady pulse.
After a moment, she looks up at me through her lashes.
She’s kneeling in front of me in the exact position I’ve always envisioned her in. I let the power I feel flow from my hands to her delicate flesh. After a moment, I feel her pulse start to pick up, and I see her pupils slowly dilate. She’s showing me what I always knew was inside of her—a submissive.
Leaning in close, I see her eyes lower to the floor. I let go of one of her wrists, moving it to my other hand. I move my finger under her chin and tilt her head until she makes eye contact with me.
“I’ll have you the way I want you, when I want you. I paid for it and you’ll give it to me.”
She looks to the left, trying to break eye contact and break my control, but I squeeze her chin a little until we lock eyes again.
“Eyes always on me, kitten. Always.”
After a moment she nods her head, but that’s not enough.
“Say it.”
“Yes, Mr. Townsend.”
I’m irritates me that she didn’t call me Charles, or Sir, but I let it go. I won’t force her to say something she doesn’t want to. Titles are earned, but from all my hours with her, I’ve seen the need. She has the outer discipline and strength that makes the perfect inner submissive. She will fight to the end before she admits it, even to herself, but it’s there.
“Now take a seat beside me. Sit with your legs open until we get home.”
“Are you kidding me?”
Her sassy mouth is going to get her in so much trouble, and I am going to love every second of it. I lean forward more, and put my lips to her ear. I can feel the chill run down her spine when I whisper, “Now.”
After a moment of hesitation, she climbs onto the seat beside me. Once she’s there, I can see the hesitation, but it only lasts a moment before she does as I ask. She spreads her legs and shows a little of her pussy. But it’s not enough.
“Wider.”
She looks out the window, away from me, but I see the blush creep up her neck and across her cheeks. I don’t like it when she doesn’t focus on me, especially when I just asked her to do something. I want all of her attention. Every second of it.
“Eyes on me.”
Slowly, she turns her face and meets my eyes. Her cheeks are flushed red, and I can see her pulse beating at her throat. She’s turned on and she hates it. I don’t repeat myself, and we sit, eyes locked, as I wait for her to spread her legs. She searches my eyes for something, and after a moment she finally does as I ask and spreads her legs further apart. I look down, seeing her pussy fully now, and the sight makes me lick my lips.
“Good girl.” When I look up, she shoots me daggers, but she doesn’t say a word. I raise an eyebrow, challenging her, but she stays silent, deciding to choose her battles. I’m sure she has a list of things in her head she wants to call me, but I’d much rather her use that mouth for other things.
I look her up and down and see that her robe has spread open, revealing some of her perfect body to me. The robe is tied at the waist, so her breasts aren’t showing, but her nipples are hard and poking through. Her longs legs are spread, and I can see the tiny thong exposing her pussy lips on either side. The white material covers her clit, and I can see the tiny swatch of fabric is damp from her excitement. She may not want to admit it, but she’s turned on from this.
Reaching down between my legs, I rub my cock slowly while I look at her pussy. I’m teasing myself, but I don’t care. I need to do this. As I continue to rub myself, I see her hips move a little, and I look up to see her lick her lips. It’s a small unintentional thing, and I’m sure she’s not conscious of it, but it takes everything in me not to attack her right here, right now. I want to savor our first time together, and I want this to go according to plan.
Since I found out she was going to be in the auction, I made sure to arrange everything to be perfect. I don’t want all those plans to go to waste because I can’t control myself. I’ve been obsessing over her for so long, and I’m almost there. Just a little longer.
We pull up outside the Snake Eyes casino. I get out of the limo first and offer my hand to Mandy, helping her step out. She still has the bag that Samantha gave her, and I grab it for her. She’s still only in her robe and heels. She’s covered, but I don’t like how exposed she is. I walk with her as before, holding her hand behind my back, letting her follow behind me, shielding her from view. I move us quickly through the casino, not wanting to risk anyone seeing her dressed like this. I pull her to the private elevator that leads to
the floor she stayed on during her tenure with me, but this time instead of going to her room, I’ll take her to mine.
Pulling her into the elevator, I turn around and see Cupid watching us from the lobby. He nods as the door closes, letting me know all is taken care of. We ride in silence to the top floor, and I hold her hand the entire time. Once we stop, I pull her out of the elevator and down the small hallway to my door.
I close the door behind us and lock it, pulling her to through my home to the master bedroom. I can’t focus on anything but getting her where I want her.
I open the door and let Mandy walk through. My bedroom is a lot like my office—blacks and reds everywhere. The carpet is a thick black shag that is soft enough to sleep on. The walls are draped in blood red fabric, and a four-poster bed is in the middle of the room, covered in the same material. Hidden in each post of the bed is a range of harnessing devices and accoutrements. Above the bed is a giant mirror surrounded by a black metallic frame. The only light in the room comes from the dimmed chandelier hanging above us. The windows on the back wall are blacked out, keeping hidden the lights from the bustling city below.
I had the room designed with the two of us in mind. When I found out she was entering into the Mistress Auction, I had this room completely renovated for her. I want everything to be perfect when I take her for the first time.
Mandy walks over and stands in front of the bed, and I open the bag Samantha gave her, removing the angel wings. I had requested whatever costume she was dressed in to be sent with her, and this is all too perfect. I’m dressed as the devil in a room that looks like Satan’s sleeping chamber. And I intend on spoiling this perfectly innocent angel before me.
I slowly walk up behind her and get as close as possible without touching her.
“Remove the robe, kitten,” I whisper against her neck.
I practically see the chill move down her body, and with just a slight hesitation, she does as I ask. I hold out the wings and help her put them on, and then take a step back.
“Turn around.”
When she does, I feel a sinister smile creep across my face as I stand back and look at my prize.