Sold at the Auction

by Cassandra Dee

  She colored then.

  “Troy,” she said softly. “I told the front desk that I had an emergency, so they let me in,” she confessed. “I kind of made something up.”

  I grunted. There was no way the front desk should have admitted her. Or at least, they should have made her wait by reception until I came to find her, not wander about the halls of the Club unescorted. What the fuck?

  But Ellie shook her head.

  “Troy, it doesn’t matter,” she said firmly, reading my mind. “How I got in doesn’t matter, it’s clear the rules need some enforcing, but not now,” she said. “Because we need to talk about us.”

  And my breath literally stopped then, my heart felt like it was going to hammer right out of my chest. Us? What the fuck was she talking about? But I wasn’t going to let on how shaken I was, how rocked to my soul. So I went in smoothly.

  “Baby there’s no “us,”” I said silkily. “I bought you, remember? In fact, the money should have hit your account already,” I said. The words were like acid on my tongue, bitter and foul-tasting, but it was true. The funds had been released from escrow, and Ellie was a rich woman now.

  But the brunette shook her head stubbornly.

  “We started out with nothing but the physical,” she said slowly, brown eyes never leaving mine. “But it became something more. Because, Troy Black, you love me,” she finished. “You love me so much that you didn’t take my virginity, even though it was bought and paid for, it belonged to you.”

  And my heart stopped for a minute before lurching to life once more, going a million miles an hour. Because the words were absolutely true. I’d fallen head over heels in love with the brunette, and every minute away from Ellie had been sheer agony, walking on hot coals, my soul dragged over the ashes. But I wasn’t willing to draw the brunette into a life she’d never asked for.

  “Honey, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” I rasped harshly. “I bought you, you got that right. And now that I’m done, we’re done. There’s no us,” I ground out. Oh fuck, again bile rose to the back of my throat, every word choking me. But I managed to say it straight, my expression giving nothing away.

  Fortunately, my girl was tenacious.

  “No Troy Black, I know you,” she said, her voice firm and confident. “I know you. You love me so much that you let me go, seeing if I would come back. Because I was abducted against my will, that’s true, kidnapped straight out so you wanted to give me another shot at life. But don’t you see?” she said persuasively, the look on her face fierce yet loving, a woman to be respected. “You love me so much you let me go … and I came back. And no matter how we started, what matters in the end is that we love each other, that we’re together, that we don’t go through life like strangers because of some mix-up.”

  I choked hoarsely in my throat.

  “Baby,” I rasped. “This is some fucked-up logic. All I know is that I bought you, signed, sealed and delivered. What else is there?”

  And the girl shut her eyes, taking a deep breath as if to calm herself, to stop herself from lashing out at me. But she found her Zen and those caramel pools opened again, so warm I could drown in them.

  “Troy,” she said gently. “Tell me you don’t love me,” she challenged.

  I stopped there. Because every word of this conversation had been painful. Every word had been acid in my mouth, choking me, so vicious, so vile that each sentence had been daggers. Could I do it? Could I lie off my ass to drive her away for good?

  “I- …,” I began, determined to go through with it. Fuck, I had to say it. Fuck fuck fuck.

  “I- …,” I started again.

  But everything came crashing down then. Because Ellie looked straight into my eyes, piercing my heart, my soul, and the truth was what mattered. I caved in, I gave in to what I needed most, this woman, this female, my world, my love.

  “I love you Ellie Danes,” I rasped, voice hoarse, blue eyes blazing. “And I’m never gonna let you go now.”

  Because my mouth was on hers in an instant, claiming her lips in a kiss, so deep, so penetrating that our hearts locked together like two pieces of a puzzle, a perfect fit, this woman was my other half. And her soft sigh, the way she melted against me, told me that everything was going to be okay. After the wild walk we’d taken, we’d found each other, braving the dark forest to come out on the other side, still together, hand in hand.

  “I love you Ellie Danes,” I ground out against her mouth again for good measure, my arms tightening like steel bands around her back. “You’re mine. Forever,” I punctuated the sentence, feeling the truth in every word.

  Because yeah, we’d started out badly. The brunette had been forced into the lair, taken against her will. But through it all, she’d grown, she’d developed, matured, learning to brave the world on her own. And I’d changed too. I’d become a better man, my hard nature softening when I was with her, gentler, kinder, her sweetness taking off the edge. Yes, the brunette had been abducted, and to make up for it, I’d let her go, choosing to see if the bird would come back to the nest. And Ellie Danes had come back. My beautiful girl had tasted her freedom, flown high in the skies, and found the courage, the gumption to return to the lair and find her reward, take what she’d earned, and what I was willing to give with my whole heart. Because I belonged to Ellie too. I, Troy Black, belonged to this woman, her goodness and generosity balms to my soul, and although I’d been the highest bidder, in the end it was Ellie who won the auction, with my soul, my heart, my everything given to the girl in gold.

  EPILOGUE

  Troy

  She lay with her head pillowed on one arm, curled on one side, breathing softly in sleep. Oh fuck, Ellie was so gorgeous, brown hair strewn about her shoulders, soft body relaxed in the warmth of the bed. And as if she could sense my eyes on her, the way my blue gaze blazed over those generous curves, her leg shifted a bit, knee drawing up, baring that beautiful slit to me, the brown pucker of her ass.

  I groaned into the silence of the room. Because fuck, after our confrontation in the Club, everything had gone haywire. I’d seized her like a madman, really abducted the gorgeous brunette this time, throwing her into my car and racing back to the estate, ready to ravish, ready to devour. And fuck, but it’d been good. Because Ellie was mine to keep now, mine to cherish, and I made it so good for her, so amazing that she came not once, twice, or even three times, but five fucking times that night, her sweet body wrung out, quivering and so sated, depleted because she was fucked so good.

  And that’s exactly how I wanted my woman. Because I mean to keep her like that for the rest of our lives, I mean to put my ring on her finger and watch her swell with my seed, grow round with my babies. But first things first. Because Ellie needed my dick in her pussy to get pregnant, and that was numero uno on the list, something long overdue that needed to be corrected stat.

  Plus, my girl wanted it too. She’d asked me all through the wild night of loving, parting her legs, beckoning to me, tempting me, pulling apart her quivering pussy lips to show those hot pink, glistening insides.

  “Put it in, Troy,” she’d cooed. “Put it in me good, big boy, you own it.”

  And I’d growled like a fucking beast, feasting my eyes on the delicious sight, her wet twat pulsing, glossy and delectable. But I shook my head.

  “I’m gonna wait for the right time, baby girl,” I rasped, dick hard already. “The absolute perfect moment.”

  But she shook her head in confusion.

  “But this is the right time,” she begged again, pulling her labia apart further, tempting and oh so juicy. Because shit, but I almost gave in and drove in deep hard, fucking that cunt in one swift stroke. Her clit pulsed visibly, so stiff and big that there was no question of her lust, how bad Ellie needed my cock in her cunt. “Now, Troy, now,” she pleaded.

  But I was waiting for absolutely the right time, so I soothed her gently, riding her to another high.

  “No worries, baby girl, Daddy will,�
�� I rasped into her ear. “Daddy promises, after he takes your ass again.” And with that my stiff shaft probed at her butthole once more, the fleshy glans pressed against the tight pleats. “For now, be Daddy’s little butt slut again, baby, you’re such a fucking dirty little girl.”

  And with that, Ellie mewled and whined, tossing her head, and with a slight pop, a twist of her hips, and a slide of my dick, I was in. Fuck, her ass was delicious and we both groaned as I pressed inside, her anal chamber welcoming my pole, so hot, tight and nasty, gripping me hard.

  So yeah, that’s how the five times happened, five orgasms with my cock buried in her butt. But the time had come for vaginal penetration and I was more than happy to do the honors. Because yeah, I’d refrained for the longest time, I’d held back thinking that I was doing her a favor, when actually I’d been doing no one a favor, merely making us both go mad with want and desire. So the time had come, and it was time to fix the situation.

  “There you go baby,” I murmured into her ear. “Lift your leg for Daddy,” I said, gripping a heavy thigh and pulling her knee up even further. Ellie was on her side and by now, her glossy slit and sweet butthole were both totally exposed, labia pulsing, huge clit sticking out through the puffy lips, aroused once more. Fuck, this girl was always ready for me, her body giving, open, letting me do whatever I wanted, even in sleep.

  And right now, I was going to do dick in cunt, give my woman the best wet dream ever.

  “Slow, baby, slow,” I murmured to the sleeping girl. And with a soft smile on her lips, she whimpered, low and melodic, my name escaping her lips as if in a dream.

  “Troy,” she whispered in her sleep. “Troy.”

  And that was all that I needed, the “go” sign to a ravenous man. I nudged my dicktip against that soft hole, the pre-cum so copious, dripping like a faucet that my glans slipped in, nestling comfortably in that vaginal channel.

  “Oh!” she murmured as the first quarter-inch nudged forwards. “Oh!”

  And I groaned silently into the back of the brunette’s neck. I was pressed against her, fucking her from the back on our sides, and oh fuck, but it was so delicious, my hands on her tits, squeezing that sweet white flesh as I coaxed my dick into her pussy for the first time.

  “Relax, honey,” I whispered again into her ear. “Daddy will take care of you.”

  And slowly, oh so slowly, I pushed further in, her dripping vaginal canal so tight, virginal yet wet with lust, pulsing, creaming around my thick cock.

  “Ohhhh fuck,” I ground out. This was the smallest girl I’d ever had bar none, and I only hoped I could get in all the way before spurting my sperm, before my dick gave it up for good, splashing her with hot fuck.

  But I felt it then. Oh yeah. My dicktip pressed against something spongy, something that I’d only tasted with my tongue before, sampled with my finger. Her hymen. That slick bit of tissue, so precious, so innocent, signaling the end of Ellie’s life as a girl, and the beginnings of womanhood. And it was mine to take, to usher my love, my life, with me into this new chapter.

  And at that moment, my sweetheart woke up. Ellie gasped, breasts heaving, breath hitching when she realized exactly what was happening. Because fuck yeah, it’s not every morning you wake, half-fucked already, a man’s dick in your pussy from behind, your sweet walls pulsing with hot cream. But she recovered fast, like she was living a dream come to life, my slutty little girl.

  “Yes Mr. Black,” she panted gently, a small hand reaching between her thighs to spread herself more fully, lifting her upper knee so that I could get in even deeper. “Yes Troy, do it.”

  And with that, I surged forwards, burying my hot shaft in her sweet depths, that cunt so wild, so hot, so tight that we both came immediately at once.

  “FUCK!” I roared, a man owning his woman, dick pulsing as lash after lash of hot sperm blasted up her vaginal canal, splashing all over her pink pulsing interior, filling her with my virile milk. “Fuck!”

  And the girl was no better. She creamed hard between her legs, a warm wet gush wetting my cock as her pussy twitched and jerked around the shaft within, pulsing with lust, so taken, her cunt so fucked.

  “Yes,” she moaned, thrashing in my arms, eyes shut as her chin lifted, breasts vibrating. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me.”

  And oh shit but our climaxes rolled on and on and on. Because this was what I lived for, what we’d both worked hard for, our final destination together. Ellie Danes and I had started out on the wrong side of right, I’d bought her at an auction with no intention other than to own her body, to take that untouched female form and make it mine. But now that it was finally happening, as her pussy milked me, as we both surged over the edge, letting go of our inhibitions, giving our souls to one another, exchanging promises that only the other could hear, I realized that this was only the beginning. There was no ending for us, this final culmination was nothing but the first step … and with love, lust and laughter, there would be many, many more.

  THE END

  BONUS CHAPTER

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  The Dirty Virgin

  Delivering the Virgin

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  The Double Series

  Double Princes

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  Double Massive

  Double Huge

  Double Bang

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  ~A Curvy Girl Ménage~

  (Erotic Romance, MFM, Twincest)

  © 2016

  By Cassandra Dee

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Marie

  I waited at the hotel bar, looking around with awe. It was really fancy in here, complete with real wood furniture, pictures of distinguished people on the walls, and a good-looking, well-heeled clientele.

  I don’t usually come to such places. I’m more accustomed to bar crawls at seedy joints with sawdust on the floor, every surface sticky with dried beer. In fact, I probably hadn’t had anything other than the cheapest alcohol out there in a while. Cocktails, like the fifteen dollar ones on the drink list here, were way beyond my budget.

  But I’d come because Abby had begged me.

  “Please Marie,” my roommate pleaded. “It would help me out soooo much if you went. It’s not hard, I just need someone to go in my place, it’s rude to bail at the last minute.”

  I sighed. Abby and I look somewhat alike, which was why she was turning to me now. Evidently she’d scheduled a date from Match.com on Valentine’s but had decided last minute to meet up with her ex instead. Phil, that douchebag, had made her some vague promises of “togetherness” or “forevermore,” so she was skipping out.

  I sighed. Abby was crazy, booking two, sometimes three dates per night. I mean, this on-line dating stuff is too easy almost, you can get a dozen dates with just few clicks of the mouse. But seriously, an emergency on Valentine’s Day? And now her problem was becoming mine.

  “Please Marie,” she continued. “I promise I’ll help you on that 3-D model for Design 101.”

  I have to admit, my friend knew my weakness. I’m an aspiring graphic designer and my animation class was the bane of my existence, throwing me for a loop with every new project. Meanwhile, Abby was already taking upper-level courses in the field, creating stunning graphics like second nature. I needed her help desperately and so I sighed in assent.

  “Okay fine, but what do I
have to do?” I asked. “Should I study your Match.com profile? I don’t know, do my hair like yours?”

  “Oh yeah, absolutely,” my friend gushed. “Definitely read my profile, I’ll send you a copy of our chat transcripts too. Not that we really talked about anything,” she said hastily, “just your usual getting to know you type stuff.”

  Okay, fine I could do that. So I’d watched while Abby sorted through her closet, throwing one outfit after another onto the floor of our dorm room, discarding this or that for being too old-fashioned, too ugly, too blah, until she came upon a lavender cocktail dress.

  “This is it!” she crowed, holding up the skimpy outfit to the light. “It’ll look amazing on you, whenever I wear this I get so many compliments,” she confided.

  But I was already shaking my head no.

  “Abs, you know that’s not me,” I said slowly. “I’m a tomboy, the only time I wear a dress is when I absolutely have to, and definitely not something like that,” I said. “More Laura Ashley, floral, long, that’s my style.”

  “Oh please, Marie,” my roomie scolded. “You can’t go out on a date dressed in Laura Ashley, what is this, the eighties? You need to show some skin, be daring, coy, exotic.”

  But the dress before me didn’t even have enough fabric to cover my curvy form it seemed like. Despite my tomboy ways, I absolutely don’t have a tomboy figure. I’m big in the bust, with rounded hips, luscious thighs, and a juicy, delectable ass. The dress would be unbearably tight across my Double Ds, and it was short, probably stopping only a few inches below my crotch. No way. I wouldn’t even know how to put on a dress like that.

  But my friend wasn’t taking no for an answer.

  “Seriously Marie!” she pooh-poohed, “it’ll be fine, just try it, if it fits me it’ll fit you. I have big jugs too, you can’t imagine how good this dress makes your ta-tas look.”