‘really’ look. I just shrug in response and smile. Sometimes a girl needs a little bit of a buffer and my hair is all I’ve got right now.
“Tonight, we begin with the stunning Mandy. This is her first time at the Mistress Auction. She’s new to us, and she’s eager to please.” The curtains draw open, and I can feel my breath catch, but I make myself release it slowly and calmly.
“With this sexy angel, we’ll start the bidding at fifty thousand dollars.”
“One million dollars.”
At the sound of his voice, my spine goes ramrod straight. I squint my eyes to try to find the source of the voice I’ve known all too well for the past four weeks. The lights shine brightly on the stage, and it makes it difficult to see anything. I take matters into my own hands and walk to the edge of the stage so the lights no longer block my view.
“You!” I point down at Charles who’s on the edge of his seat, looking like he’s ready to come out of it at any moment.
“We have one million to Mr. Townsend. Do I have two?”
The auctioneer carries on like I’m not causing a scene. I expect Samantha to come onstage and pull me back, but nothing happens. We just stand there, both of us staring at one another.
Why is he doing this? Is this to prove some point? Is he pissed that I defied him the other night at his casino, something no one ever does, so he’s here to make an example out of me? What’s he going to do? Drag me back to his hotel and make a fool out of me or something?
That’s when I see Aaron and Justin sitting next to him. Seeing them makes everything that much more complicated. Is he still trying to blackmail them? They aren’t jumping to outbid him to save me, so I’m going to take care of this myself.
Pulling my eyes away from their table, I make my way to the center of the stage, but I don’t retreat back into the light.
I look out at all the men sitting in the room, looking ridiculous in their costumes. None have yet bid against Charles, and I wonder if it’s because they’re scared of him. Most people are terrified of him, but maybe they just aren’t interested in what I’m offering.
Pushing my hair back like Samantha had it before, I let my body do some of the work. I put it on full display, and I trying to up my own price. Either Charles is going to pay out of the ass for me, or I’m going to go home with someone else.
Licking my lips, I give it my best shot.
Chapter Four
Charles
“I can’t see her like this. I think I’m going to be sick.”
“Stella is going to cut our dicks off for seeing Mandy naked, you know that, right?”
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