Sold to Him

by Cassandra Dee

  And damn if today isn’t my lucky day.

  Before Trina got here, it was pretty much the same old story. Thick, gorgeous girls in a constant stream since nine in the morning. Then she came in and changed everything. Because suddenly, I can’t get enough.

  Christ.

  My fingers still tingle from stroking Trina’s hot core. That slick, tight virgin pussy was the best I’d ever felt. Hell, she was the best I’d ever seen or tasted. At the thought of her, my dick instantly sits up to take notice, drooling in my slacks and growing damn near down to my knee. It wants a taste of that creamy wetness. A long, deep, stroking taste.

  I can’t stop thinking about the truth of it. Once the guys get a good look at her, it’s gonna be inevitable—they’re gonna want some too.

  A muscle twitches over my eye at the thought of one of them touching her. Seducing her. Stroking those curves before claiming her wetness at his.

  My vision goes red, blood pumping in my ears until I can’t hear or see. Because I don’t want to share. Not Trina. Even though she’s exactly what the guys are looking for, she can’t go up for auction in front of them. No way in hell can that happen. No way in hell am I gonna let that happen.

  She’s mine.

  Oh shit. Because what the hell am I gonna do? I’m working a job here. Sure, it’s one where I get to scope out tantalizing female flesh, but still – I’m sure as hell not allowed to keep her for myself.

  But why can’t I let Trina go? After all, I’m my own man. A CEO of a multibillion-dollar corporation with a main office in New York and other offices all over the globe. If I want something, I can have it. Right? And womanflesh isn’t hard to come by when you have as much money and power as me.

  But that’s the thing. The Billionaires Club members have a pact. We have an agreement. More than that, we have a damn binding contract. More or less, it says that any girl who comes into our offices to take part in the auction process provisionally belongs to all of us, and not a single member. After all, the girls stay at the Billionaires Club compound on our dime. They’re fed, pampered, pleasured, and interviewed with the money we pool together. Members break that contract at their own peril.

  Is Trina worth that risk, though?

  Restless and uneasy, I stalk from the chair to the window, my head filled with thoughts of this luscious girl. With my hands in my pockets, I stare down at the city. Big, beautiful, and bustling. Filled with thousands of women, eager and available. Plus, I’ve already scouted dozens of them, probably even hundreds, this year. Coming to me nude and letting me examine their assets before they go up for sale is no big deal. It’s standard procedure. It’s even a little fun, and sometimes I even mentally earmark a girl to bid on later.

  Trina should be just like the others. Just another hot girl in this city full of gorgeous women.

  Yet, she isn’t.

  One look in her eyes and insatiable need took over my senses and my mind. She had me acting like a madman. I usually don’t even think about touching the girls—I just look at them and say yes or no, like another business decision. But today, with Trina, it was different. Her boobs are so thick, perky, and juicy that I couldn’t stop myself from touching and tasting them. I couldn’t stop from fingering her sweet hole and even testing the strength of her delicate little hymen.

  Because that’s how I know she’s a virgin. When I eased my fingers into that juicy snatch, I bumped against something that took me by surprise. It isn’t often you meet a virgin these days, especially one as ripe and lovely as Trina. Again, need courses through my frame, so strong that I’m almost dizzy with lust.

  But what the fuck is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts. She belongs to all of us, not just me. Hell, she doesn’t even belong belong to us yet. She just had her first audition, which was passed with flying colors.

  But when I touched Trina, she was so wet and ready for me. The juices gushed from her slippery pussy like they’d been waiting just for me to release them. And the way she came in my palm? Fucking amazing.

  I want to feel that again. I have to feel that again.

  But I shouldn’t. If I go near her again, I don’t know what I’d do. Shit, what am I talking about? Of course I know what I’d do—fuck her senseless. Virgin or not.

  But I can’t do that. She’s not for me to take. She belongs to the Billionaires Club, and my buddies prefer virgins. Those girls who are virgins definitely go for a premium, sometimes even in the seven figures. As the procurer, I can’t touch Trina without bringing the pain down on my own head.

  But damn. The look on her face when she was coming swam in my mind again. Her soft, plump, pink lips open and panting. The flush in her cheeks. Her big, brown eyes that clouded over with need and practically begged for my dick. And even while she was coming all over my fingers, there was something about the way she looked at me, simply trusting me to give her pleasure, that pushed all my buttons. That girl made me want to protect her, of all the damn things in the world.

  Yeah. I have to see her again. And I know just the excuse to make it happen. Because the doctors examined Trina today, and the report came back that she’s a virgin. But it doesn’t hurt to verify again myself, right? This way, I can delay putting her up for auction.

  With the idea in my head, I buzz my secretary, Celeste. Her voice immediately answers my summons. “Yes, Mr. Knight?”

  “I need to make another appointment with Miss Markham for tomorrow. Arrange that, please.”

  The surprise is obvious in Celeste’s voice. She knows I never meet with a girl twice. But she’s polite and efficient and worth every penny I pay her.

  “Yes, of course, sir,” she says without any hesitation. “As you like.”

  “Thank you, Celeste.”

  “My pleasure, sir.” I hang up without speaking again, my thoughts already buzzing back to the beautiful girl with the sensuous curves. I need her. I want her. I have to have her. And something in my gut tells me this is only the beginning of my madness.

  Chapter 5

  Trina

  It’s morning again, and I feel so good. So satisfied and decadent. Sunlight from a high window pours down around the bed, splashing the room with light and bathing it in a warm glow. This is so luxurious, and not what I’m used to at all.

  Is this the way rich women feel all the time?

  A groan leaves my mouth as I roll over in the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept on in my life. Soft sheets, a mattress that isn’t too firm or too soft, and big enough for me to spread all the way across without my legs dangling over the edge. It’s sheer heaven. The nightie I’ve got on stretches over my boobs and hugs my every curve.

  Oh god, even this feels so good. So sexy. Just like the way Grayson Knight touched me yesterday. A shiver ripples through my body and my nipples get hard at the thought of his mouth on them, his long and masculine fingers between my legs, making me come.

  “Grayson.” I whisper his name out loud and slowly blink up at the luxurious ceiling with a painting of a pair of swans, one black and one white, floating across a peaceful river.

  How did this even happen to me?

  Yesterday after I met with Mr. Knight, I was all set to go home and wait. But then, the woman showing me out got a phone call and turned to me with a strange look. “Mr. Knight would like to see you again tomorrow,” she says, a miniscule frown on her otherwise beautiful face. “Are you available?”

  “Um, yes?” I say, already thinking of the possible white lies I could tell Nana for tomorrow’s trip to the city. “What time should I come back tomorrow?”

  “No, that’s not it,” she clarifies. “He wants you to stay here overnight. Once you’re well-rested tomorrow morning, he will see you again.”

  Oh my gosh. I bite my lip, not sure if I should say what immediately comes to my mind—the cost of staying in Manhattan is sky-high, and there’s no way I can afford it. Although I’m poor and desperate, I didn’t want to seem poor and desperate. But I finally spit
it out—there was no way around it. “I…I don’t have any money to stay overnight in the city,” is my embarrassed whisper. “I’m sorry.”

  Faint but well-plucked blonde brows lifted as if I’d just spoken alien gibberish. “Of course not. You’ll be staying here in one of our rooms,” she says. “Don’t worry. We’ll pay to keep you where we want you.”

  My brows crinkle. What was that supposed to mean?

  “Oh...okay.” And that was that. I needed the job more than I needed my pride. Plus, the thought of making six figures caused my head to whirl. Just for spending time with a millionaire who might look like Grayson Knight? That should be easy, especially if I got to be in Grayson’s intoxicating company again. And, a naughty part of me whispered, especially if he touched and stroked me like he did just now.

  But that night, I had to tell Nana that I wasn’t getting on the train and heading back home to the Bronx. I squirm, remembering the worry in her voice.

  “You’re not coming home tonight?” Nana asked me.

  I had to keep my voice light so she wouldn’t suspect anything. “Yes, I’m interviewing in a different city,” I fibbed, recalling the pathetic excuse I thought of on the way to my room. “They want me to meet more people who work here, so they’ve extended my interview.”

  Even through the phone, I could hear Nana frowning, but then again, Nana never worked a corporate job so she didn’t know how these things were supposed to go.

  “Okay, Trina,” Nana said to me softly, the worry in her voice still there but a little less intense. My stomach flipped and flopped from lying to her, but I told myself once I got the money from this job, it would be worth it to see the relief and joy on her face.

  “Sorry, Nana,” I said, guilt spreading throughout my whole body. “I’ll be back as soon as it’s over.”

  “Take care, sweetheart,” she said to me finally. A voice chirped like a little bird’s from the background. “Oh, here’s Mickey. He wants to tell you something.”

  “Trina!” My little brother came on the phone and immediately started coughing. My heart cracked wide open listening to him. “We missed you for dinner,” he croaked at the end of his fit. Then he cleared his throat and said the words again, trying desperately to seem like a big and healthy boy just for me. He knows I worry about him like crazy.

  “I miss you too, Mickey bear.” My eyes flooded with tears and I gripped the phone so hard that it creaked. Of course. This is what I’m doing this for. My family. The only family that stuck by me through everything and loves me despite everything else going on. They’d never abandon me just like I’d never abandon them. “I’ll be home soon,” I told him just as another coughing fit rang out over the phone.

  Tears tumble down my cheeks at the memory of Mickey and Nana struggling to make ends meet in our shabby one-bedroom apartment. But I’ll help them, is my fierce thought. Come hell or high water, I’ll find a way to make life better for them even if it kills me.

  Quickly, I wipe the tears from my face with the edge of my nightgown. I have a job to interview for, and unknown billionaires to satisfy.

  I look around the luxurious room they’ve set me up in, my mind working. What’s supposed to happen today, anyway? Will I see Grayson Knight again? Am I going to entertain a bunch of super rich guys?

  I clench my hands into the sheets in nervousness and fear, with just a touch of anticipation. I swallow heavily, stomach churning a bit. No, I can’t let the fear take over and scare me away from this. Remember Mickey and Nana. They’re the only ones who count. I have to face whatever’s coming next for them. I take a deep breath, and when I let it out, only resolve and determination remain.

  After a quick shower, I put on the only thing I have—the same slinky dress from yesterday. I still don’t know where my old clothes are, but I have a sneaking suspicion I won’t get them back until this bizarre interview is over—or maybe ever, come to think of it.

  Just as I turn on the TV to settle back and wait, I hear a knock at the door. It’s the tall blonde woman from yesterday, Marian. I finally learned her name, but it took a while for me to differentiate between all of the gorgeous blonde employees here. She’s wearing a sharply cut suit, this one deep burgundy with a black blouse underneath. The suit combined with the subtle gold jewelry in her ears, around her neck, and the single ring on her finger make it so obvious how different we are. She’s put together and professional, ready to make deals involving a lot of money. While me, I’m a...well, just a nobody. A toy for Richie Rich guys to buy, use, and play with, and then abandon whenever they’re ready. She looks useful and important while I just look like a plaything in my tiny gold dress that barely covers my assets.

  Blushing like a fool, I cross my arms to cover the print of my nipples through the skimpy material. But contact with them only makes them harder, and my mind immediately goes to Grayson Knight licking and squeezing them. Another blush scorches my face and turns it beet red.

  But Marian doesn’t seem concerned at all. “Good, you showered already.” She looks me over, her expression perfectly neutral like a robot. “I’m here to escort you to Mr. Knight’s office.” She politely bows her sleek blonde head.

  Okay. Get it together. This girl doesn’t care about anything I do. She’s got a job here to do just like I hopefully will after today. Another deep breath and I pull my shoulders back to stand up straight, popping my tits out. This time I fight the automatic sense of embarrassment.

  Because this is why they put me in this skimpy dress, right? To show off my generous Double Ds?

  I nod back at the blonde and, after slipping on the high heels they gave me yesterday, I step into the corridor. Marian leads the way and I walk behind her. The super cold air conditioning blows over my bare arms and my already hard nipples. Every step I take, I can feel my bare pussy and the hot friction of my thighs rubbing together.

  Does this mean I’m going to see Grayson Knight again? Right now? The very idea of seeing him again is like a hot tongue on my clit, and I shiver with lust.

  Marian walks on, oblivious to my thoughts. Her high heels and mine click on the marble floors, but that’s the only sound between us. No conversation at all. We keep walking and pass closed door after closed door, but no windows. It’s dark, but somehow the shadows are soothing, and not creepy. It’s like being tucked away in a luxurious castle. There are velvet tapestries on the walls and plush, luxe furniture in each room. If I let my imagination run wild, I can easily imagine that I’m in some kind of fairy tale. I’m just not sure if Grayson Knight is the handsome prince or a hungry wolf.

  Somehow, Marian and I arrive back at the same door from yesterday. This place is a maze. Now I know for sure that if I could never find my way out if my life depended on it. The thought makes me shiver again, this time with a bit of hesitation.

  Marian knocks on the door, and immediately Mr. Knight’s voice sounds out. “Come.” That one word causes a tremor through my core, and I can’t but feel a bubble of anticipation and desire.

  Slowly, I cross the threshold. My thighs whisper against each other and my snatch immediately starts to get wet. Grayson Knight stands in front of his desk with his arms crossed over his wide and powerful chest. His perfectly fitted suit is dark grey today and brings out the shine in his blue-black hair. And it does nothing to hide the huge cock snaking down his left thigh. Behind him, the sensuous velvet wallpaper makes him glow like some kind of god.

  He’s so gorgeous! Did he get even more good-looking overnight? Vaguely, I hear the door close behind me and without looking, I know Marian’s gone. Mr. Knight’s hard yet beautiful mouth curls up in a smile. He’s a lion with a vulnerable bunny in his den. And boy, does he look ready to eat.

  He doesn’t move but suddenly, I can feel the heat from that big male body emanating onto my soft curves. Oh god. We’re alone again. Is he going to do that to me again?

  For some reason, I can’t even think the words, but I’m blushing like a fool. Words aren’t needed when I ca
n remember with vivid detail everything that happened yesterday.

  His mouth. My nipples. His fingers bringing me the ultimate pleasure. Making me scream. Sweet heaven. My nips get even tighter than before. Cunt juices practically dribble down my sensitive thighs and waves of arousal ripple through my whole body, leaving me dizzy with want.

  No man had ever touched me like that before, but I know I like it. I know I want more.

  Mr. Knight’s blue eyes blaze all over my body. It feels like with one look, he’s stripping me stark naked. He shifts and for the first time, I notice the ring on his finger—not a wedding ring, but something big and masculine on his pinky. A signet ring, I think they call it. The jewel in it is as black as his hair.

  “Come closer, sweetheart,” he says in an unbelievably deep voice.

  My knees tremble and my twat swells and drips slightly. With every step, I get more and more turned on. He has to know how much I want him. My body can’t keep that secret, not with how hard and erect my nipples are. They push aggressively against the front of the thin dress like bullets, demanding that he suck and play with them.

  Is it just me, or does the entire office smell like my needy pussy?