Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Something about this whole experience blows my mind. Everything with Damien is so intense. But somehow I have respite from the stress of knowing that Damien is testing me. If his praise is to be believed, and the pat he gives on my head now, then I must have done well.
My stomach burns. Does that mean that I pleased him and he will sell me, or I pleased him and he won’t sell me?
"See, what a well-behaved pet this can be," Damien says, and he's rubbing his hands over my pleased and abused skin.
What?
How can I like what he's doing to me? I should want to get away, but I feel so alive. This is wrong, but it is deliciously wrong.
“I’m going to release you from your restraints and have you kneel. I will take off your blindfold but you are to keep your eyes cast downward,” Damien’s voice is measured but I feel like there’s something else behind it. He releases me and sets me up on the table so that I'm kneeling. I'm keeping my eyes to the ground like I'm supposed to, until I feel another male presence near me. There are so many men in this room, but this one is...different. He stalks toward Damien and I like a predatory cat, yet his silent movements only serve to further unnerve me. I lick my lips and I want to look at his face. It has to be… Damien leans to whisper into my ear, his lips grazing my skin and making me groan a little from the tiny touch. "Trevor likes you, little one,” Damien says.
Oh?
"Sarah is a good, obedient girl," Trevor says. His voice is like dark chocolate, rich with no sweetness and yet I crave it. The way he says my name runs erotic flashbacks through my mind. I can’t possibly stand this any longer, the two of them with me bound to a table. Trevor isn’t just watching again. I can tell by the tone in his voice. He’s so tempting. If I could pull him in, I would. I can smell my pussy now; the musk is strong as I get so wet for both of my men. God, I can’t think of them that way, I know, but I do.
"You really aren't going to let me touch her, Damien?" Trevor's voice is colored with humor, but this is no joke. This is pure male challenge. After how well they shared me, there’s something terrifying in this moment. But…something else tells me that I don’t quite get what’s at play here.
"The one who touches her is the one who buys her," Damien responds. "At least here." That last part was said so quietly that I don't think anyone but Trevor and I heard it. I want to be afraid, but I'm titillated.
"Thank you all for attending. I'll see you at the Virgin Market, and I'll remind you that while you may pre-send in your offers, nothing will be final until the day of the Virgin Market." Damien is being the perfect host, speaking so politely to a bunch of disgusting people that watched me get spanked and come and want to buy me. They all disgust me.
Except for Damien, and Trevor. They don’t disgust me. They give me urges that I've since stopped trying to understand.
Somehow, even though Damien seems to be actually possessive over me, he also seems to want to push me at this Trevor. And, God, I must be darker than I can imagine, because I want him to give me to Trevor. I still want Damien—better the devil I know or perhaps I truly am attracted to Damien despite everything—but I want Trevor too.
My body is aching with need. Fuck, I really am a slut. But it's so much better than the boring life I had before.
How can I let go of everything like this?
Because I want to give in to so much more. I accept this and inhale what feels like new air around me.
Damien puts my blindfold back on, and I’m not sure why. It's arousing, and maddening.
"What happened to the shy little virgin?" Trevor practically purrs at me in that gruff, rich voice that makes me go crazy for him. My whole body has a sheet of heat wash over it, and I'm burning for his teasing.
My lips part to say something. What, I don't know. Trevor slides a finger in my mouth. My tongue laps over the skin and sucks his finger, desperate to taste him for even a moment. I need to know what his skin tastes like, feels like if he was inside me, even just a finger. I moan at the taste of him, masculine and something I can't describe. His dominant nature has a taste and I'm savoring it.
"You'll be the perfect little cum slut, won't you, Sarah?" Trevor says, his other hand tugging on the painful clamp that has my nipple in its vise grip.