Every muscle in his body tightened, and his dick pumped up until he was ready to explode. The harsh white of the spotlight narrowed to showcase the goods, and the auctioneer's voice broke the silence with the call for bids.
People thronged around the stage, trying to get a closer look, and bidding in a frenzy. Dante rose to a sitting position, wiped the pre-cum off the tip with his thumb, and held his hand out to the crowd. A gorgeous redhead grabbed his wrist, brought his hand to her mouth, and sucked his thumb with enthusiasm. He knew if he turned toward her, she'd have no hesitation about sucking his cock with the same fervor.
"Sold,” the auctioneer boomed, “to the lady with number twenty-seven."
He looked down at the woman who still had his hand and was trying to slide it down the front of her gown. “You're not number twenty-seven, are you?"
She shook her head, gave him a sexy little pout, and refused to release his hand.
With a wink, he pulled his hand free and stood. “Maybe next year.” She didn't interest him. The lady who won him didn't interest him. He'd be sneaking out the back door soon enough, and for reasons he didn't understand and didn't want to examine too closely, he needed to see Alexandria.
He caught a glimpse of the slim column of her neck and the flash of leg through the slit in her gown as she made her way backstage, and the jolt of lust made him dizzy. Exiting the stage through the curtain, he met with a round of applause from the other statues and a smile of approval from Alexandria.
"Congratulations, Dante.” For all the excitement, her voice remained calm, serene. “You brought in the highest bid, and next week off with pay."
The timing couldn't have been better. Once he found a way out of the mansion, no one would question his absence. The story could hit next week's edition. Without thought, he turned to leave, but a woman caught his arm.
"Please follow me."
"Can't I have a few minutes in the studio? You know, to ... uh ... take care of some things?"
She held him firm and led him toward the stairs. “Everything you require is in the suite, and I will remain to amuse you until the winner arrives."
Damn, no escape.
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Chapter Four
The ancient Rome theme continued in the private suite. Thick, white carpet covered the floor, so soft it made him think of walking on clouds. A fireplace dominated the back wall of the sitting area. A long, leather couch, again in white, with scrolled armrests sat to the side. Champagne chilled on the bar which separated the space from the bedroom, and a table and two chairs added to the room's décor. But the bearskin rug in front of the roaring fire caught his attention. Just the spot for something romantic.
The space to the right held a square, marble bath, complete with jets, and large enough for several people with steam already rising from the water. Steps led down to a smaller alcove or sorts, and a lion's head on the tiled wall provided a shower. After standing for what seemed like hours, and contorting his body on stage, he desperately wanted to get into the steaming bath. A little more to the right, a privacy wall sectioned off the rest of the room, for a toilet he supposed.
To the left, the large bed stood on a platform, and the open floor plan assured that if you weren't in the bed, you could observe your lover from anywhere in the suite. Or they could observe you. Columns replaced the normal posts, with ornamental rings attached at various heights. He took a step toward the bed, but the young woman's voice stopped him. In his perusal, he'd forgotten she'd followed him into the suite.
"May I be of assistance?” Her voice practically purred, and her gaze traveled from his body to the bed.
He glanced at his arms where the make-up had started to crack on his skin. “I could use a shower."
Hips swaying, she sauntered to the bathing area and pulled a thick washcloth from a warmer.
"Thank you, Manda, I can take it from here.” Alexandria's voice sounded behind him.
A look of shock, then just a flash of irritation crossed Amanda's features, but with a smile, she walked to the sitting room, handed Alexandria the washcloth and walked quietly out of the suite. Alexandria locked the door as soon as it shut. She stood there for a moment, looking like a Greek goddess come to Earth.
With more grace and confidence than the attendant, Alexandria removed her spiked heels and joined him in the bathing area. “You should stand under the water for a few minutes,” she said and adjusted the controls. “Most of the body paint will rinse off."
He stepped under the shower and faced the wall, letting the hot streams hide his shock. Although, he couldn't say he was disappointed. But why was she here? To watch? To keep tabs on him? Did she somehow find out about his story?
No way.
"You could have let her stay.” He gave her a grin. “I don't mind."
She gave him a wry smile. “I'm sure, but I do mind. Manda isn't part of my fantasy, and I always get what I pay for. I expect my money's worth."
Holy shit! This scenario never crossed his mind. How the hell was he going to get out of here now?
"Got any shampoo?” he asked and hoped he kept the worry from his voice.
In answer, Alexandria removed a bottle from a cabinet, and without removing her gown, stepped into the alcove behind him. She ran her fingers over his head and massaged the shampoo through his hair.
The wispy material of her gown didn't provide much of a barrier between them, and he felt her nipples press against his back. Clearing his mind of everything except the hot, steamy water was his only defense against turning and ripping the dress from her body. As still and tense now as he had been through the party, he silent thanked John for the strenuous training and focused on the wall.
"All the gel is out of your hair.” Alexandria stepped around him and retrieved a handful of body wash. “Just relax and let me do all the dirty work."
Every inch of her body showed through the wet gown, except for her mound. A scrap of red material covered the thatch of curls and disappeared between her legs. One red string between her cheeks confirmed she wore a thong.
The slow, steady movement of her hands brought his body to life. She didn't stand between him and the spray, but it didn't keep her from getting wet, and she didn't seem to care. She should have looked ridiculous. Instead, she reminded him of a sea nymph.
Balls tightening, he was losing control fast and if he didn't get some back soon, he'd embarrass himself and shoot his load in the shower.
The light touch of her hands on his dick, still slick with soap, felt like a white-hot branding iron. Involuntarily, he covered her hands with his and added enough pressure to hold on just a little longer.
Together, they stroked until the paint rinsed away with the soap. She pulled her hands free, went to her knees in front of him, and buried her face against his balls.
Losing all pretense of control, he gripped the base of his cock and guided it to her willing mouth. Her tongue circled the tip as he slid between her lips and added a little pressure when he fully entered.
He palmed his hands against the tiles for support and pumped into her. The speed and pressure cost him any finesse, and although she tried to protect him, he felt the faint scrape of her teeth over the head.
Water streamed over them while she grabbed his ass with one hand, cupped his balls with the other, and sucked. Still he pumped into her, fighting the seductive pull, the urgency, until with one final push he had her against the tiles, his cock firmly embedded to the back of her throat. She swallowed and he slid a little further.
He expected her to push him away before he came, but when his cock started pulsing, she sucked harder and took all of him. Her nails dug into his ass while his cum filled her mouth. Swallowing one last time, she let off the pressure and he reluctantly pulled out.
His strength gave out and he went down next to Alexandria. He traced his fingers down her cheek and kissed her. “That was incredible. Intense. And way too quick. I wanted to draw it out, make i
t good for you."
She nestled into his chest. “We've got all night."
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Water dripped from her hair and down her neck when she stood. “I've got to get out of this dress."
Dante got to his feet and tried to find a zipper, but she stopped him. “Not like that. I want the man who lost control. The man who takes what he wants."
He didn't need more encouragement, but he couldn't afford to lose control. Not now. He had to play his part, but it didn't mean he was going to give into her demands so easily. Hands steady, he slid them over her breasts, took hold of the delicate fabric at her shoulders, and slowly slid the material from her body. By the time he finished, and her gown lay in a pile on the floor of the shower, her frustration was palpable.
The demi bra she wore underneath didn't cover her nipples, and they were taut and dark next to the white satin. Moisture made the sheer vee of her thong cling to her skin, and he clearly saw the trimmed, dark red hair of her mound through the small scrap of fabric. He moved his fingers in a soft caress over her swollen pussy lips and smiled when he found them shaved smooth and slick. Not all of the moisture between her legs was from the shower.
"You should get out of this wet underwear, and we could use some towels."
Head slightly bowed, she licked her lips. Indecision marked her features. She took a deep, trembling breath and clinched her hands. Her voice came out in a whisper. “Make it an order."
Interesting. Alexandria Darnoud was always so cool in every situation. Controlled. So authoritative. Yet, she slid, if not easily, eager, into a subservient role. He should leave now, but the enigma she presented proved to be too much temptation. How far would she take the game? Plus, to leave her now, unsatisfied, didn't sit well with him.
He lifted her chin until she was forced to look him in the eyes. “Strip off your bra and panties."
Thumbs hooked beneath the thin material, she slipped it over her hips, down her legs, and stepped out of the panties when they reached her ankles. She hesitated, not much more than a second, then reached between her breasts and unclasped her bra.
Even though only a few minutes had passed, his cock started to harden again at the sight of her body. He needed a distraction. “The towel?"
She walked to the warmer, retrieved a towel, and brought it to him cradled in her arms. And waited.
If she touched him now, even with the towel, they'd never make to the rest of the game, or the bed. He took the towel from her. “I'll do this. Is there beer in the bar refrigerator?"
"Yes.” The answer was soft.
"Sir,” he added. “Yes, sir.” Although she might be expecting to call him master, he wasn't that into the game. It felt too weird. “Open one and wait for me."
"Yes, sir."
He watched her walk to the bar, did a cursory rub down, and wrapped the towel around his hips. Taking his time, he followed at leisurely pace, and thought about how to handle the situation. Looking at her now, as she stood stock-still and nude in the room, beer in hand, made him a little nervous. Out of his element here, he had no idea what Alexandria expected, or how to provide it. What he needed to do was leave, write the story, and forget about her and her games. Impossible. He'd already gone too far.
The large mirror over the fireplace caught his attention, and he smiled as the beginning of an idea formed. Perfect. Not even glancing in Alexandria's direction, he walked to the chair and settled into soft leather warmed by the fire. “You may bring the beer."
He accepted the bottle, a label he didn't recognize and probably way out of his class. “Sit. On the floor in front of me."
In the mirror, he watched her graceful movements as she lowered herself to the floor. The quick rise and fall of her breasts in anticipation of the unknown, the fluttering of her eyelashes as she struggled not to look at him.
A minute passed, and another, before he moved, positioned his feet between her legs and spread them wide exposing her. “Place your left hand behind your head."
Delicate, soft fingers settled close to his dick. He took advantage, guiding her hand to grasp him and held it there. “Use your right hand to play with your pussy."
Focused on the mirror, he watched her fingers slide through the tight red curls to stroke over her clit and he felt an unexpected jolt of pure sexual pleasure. Who knew taking control could be so stimulating? So potent?
Alexandria resisted. Her grip tightened on his already hard cock, her thigh muscles trembled as tried to pull free from her uncomfortable position, and he spread her legs a little farther apart. Erotically beautiful, enticing, forced into submission by no more than his whims and bound without restraints. Back arched, her hand dipped, fingers plunged deep into the slick pussy, and her thumb massaged her clit hard and fast.
Mouth dry, the cold beer soothed his suddenly parched throat, but did nothing to alleviate the burning need to taste her. But he couldn't give in to that need just yet. There were still depths to plumb. Other desires taking hold as his imagination went into overdrive from the intoxicating control. “Come for me, sweetheart. Now."
What the hell had she allowed herself into? A quick glance in the mirror shocked her, and she had a difficult time tearing her gaze away from the rhythmic movement of her fingers. Couldn't concentrate as blood moved hot through her veins as each stroke brought her closer to orgasm.
More though, she felt the heat from Dante's gaze. His eyes, dark with passion, stunned her. Somehow she'd known, in the dark places of her mind and soul where she kept her fantasies hidden, he'd be the perfect man to indulge her. But she wasn't prepared for the sheer need to give him everything.
"I told you to come for me, Alex."
At the sound of his voice, edgy and demanding, release hit her hard and fast. Her back arched with her fingers still deep inside her pussy. Yet, he kept her hand on his dick, and her legs spread, while spasms rocked her and left her weak and panting.
Behind her, he drank the last of his beer and dropped the bottle to the floor. With, tantalizing slowness, he released her hand and relaxed, allowing her the freedom to move. The muscles in her legs still trembled, but she managed to draw her knees up and get some relief.
"Stand, don't turn around, and straddle my knee.” In the mirror, she watched as he patted a hand, indicating just where he wanted her.
The command jerked her out of the euphoria of her climax, and the knowledge that Dante knew what she wanted, what she needed from him, managed to recharge her system. She stood, and with a sassy little wiggle, sat astride his left leg.
Strong hands massaged her thighs, moved over her hips, but his expression remained passive. “Do you know what I like, Alex?"
She answered with a quick shake of her head, not daring to speak. With her clit pressed against his leg, and his hands close enough to ease the growing need, she feared she'd plead for release.
His fingers slid up her spine and forced her to bend forward. “I like the feel of your wet pussy humping me, and ... I really like your ass."
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Chapter Five
A sense of pride washed over her, and quickly replaced when she felt the sting of his palm on her butt.
"When I order you to come, you come.” Another slap accentuated his words. “You don't wait. You don't draw it out."
The force behind the blows intensified, the rhythm quickened, and each slap, each squirm, increased her pleasure until she rocked on the edge of another release. But her excitement turned to frustration when the spanking stopped, and she felt the tender touch of his lips on her stinging bottom.
"There. All better now,” he teased.
Better? Better? No, she was not better. A whimper left her throat.
"Please, what?"
Lord. Had she really said it out loud? Begged? The thought alone, of a man who so completely stripped her of control and made her beg, almost had her coming.
He wrapped his arms around her, cupped her breasts, and pulled her close to his
chest. “Don't answer,” he whispered against her neck and then nipped the tender flesh with his teeth. “I know what you want, now. And I promise you'll get it. On my terms.” A quick, hard squeeze to her nipples sealed his promise.
"Crawl to the bed."
She shuddered with anticipation, slid off his leg, and went to all fours. Knowing the arch in her back gave him a good view of her pussy, she moved slowly across the floor, hoping to tantalize him. However, the hope faded when he didn't follow. Didn't even turn his head to make sure she obeyed.
It was maddening, but she didn't dare stand. No matter how much she wanted to feel the heated slap of his hand again.
"Good.” Never making a sound, he'd walked up behind her. He slipped his hand between her legs and teased the sensitive flesh. “Where are the toys? The restraints for the rings on the bed?"
"There's a panel in the wall to the right of the bed."
The sting of his hand on her right cheek caught her off guard and secretly delighted her. Dante didn't say a word. Just waited for her. For a brief moment, the thought flashed in her mind that Dante might be it for her. He already had her body responding in ways she'd never experienced with another man, but he hadn't mastered her ... yet.
Seconds passed, and another sharp slap heated her cheeks. Though the man who meted the punishment showed no hint of irritation. He understood her needs. Yes, he very well might be the man to master her, body, mind, and soul.
Master? That's what he waited for. “There's a panel to the right of the bed, sir."
This time, his hand smoothed up the column of her spine and gently massaged the tense muscles in her neck. “Climb onto the bed. Stay on your hands and knees."
As much as she wanted to watch him, to know what he took from the panel, she refused to even glance in his direction. She settled in the middle of the bed and waited.
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