Page 57 of He Will Come for Me

“Later,” Phoenix replies as the next couple steps up. I want to know now, but I endure the last few couples that are left. When everyone has arrived, I breathe a sigh of relief. I know it’s not over, but maybe the worst part is. Only a few people greeted us by name, but I’m still curious about the older man and his date.

A man wearing a blue mask approaches us. “Everything is ready, sir.” It’s Phillip. I want to greet him, but I remind myself of what Phoenix told me. Don’t speak unless he gives me permission. Several of the women have spoken to me tonight before they were spoken to. But maybe this is our agreement all the time.

Phoenix places his hand on my lower back and leads me to the ballroom. I come to a halt when the double doors open. My eyes snap to Phoenix. “We’re going to watch the auction?” I thought the worst part would be greeting everyone.

“Yes, everyone watches.” I suck in a shuddering breath and turn to face the room again. This is going to be so much worse. The first step we take is the hardest. Every muscle in my body is screaming at me to turn around and run. I want to tap on my wrist, but I don’t think this is the place or time. This feels like déjà vu.

I stare straight ahead as Phoenix guides me to the front row. He sits down, spreading his legs slightly, and pulls me onto his lap. His hand latches onto my bare thigh, his grip firm and comforting as the auction begins.

The auctioneer steps forward and introduces the first person who will be auctioned. It’s a twenty-one-year-old woman, virgin, with honey colored hair and dark brown eyes. I think. The auctioneer doesn’t mention her eyes, but from where I’m sitting they look brown. There isn’t fear in her eyes, though. I’m not sure if that’s a good sign or not.

I remember feeling terrified. I pause at that thought. I don’t remember the auction itself. I remember before the auction and after the auction, but not during. After her, I tune everything out. I don’t want to see the one person who is terrified, that doesn’t want to be here.

How have I been able to do this multiple times over the past several years? After what I went through?

Phoenix’s fingers trail up the inside of my thigh and back down, but even that isn’t enough to distract me. I glance around and pause at the woman standing in the back. She’s staring at me, or maybe Phoenix. Her eyes narrow as our gazes connect.Her eyes.

“Pet, turn around.” I want to argue, but turn around. Phoenix runs his bottom lip along the shell of my ear. “It’s almost over,” he promises. I adjust myself on his lap and wrap an arm around his neck, burying my head in the crook of his shoulder as I pretend to watch the rest of the auction.

As soon as the auction is over, we stand to leave and I search the room for the woman I saw earlier. Every time I see someone wearing navy, I do a double take, hoping it’s her. She looked familiar as well. Sighing, I realize I’m not going to find her in this crowd. I don’t remember greeting her, but there were so many people, I’m sure I don’t remember everyone. The majority of the crowd is headed to the basement to watch the ceremony or whatever it is that takes place after the auction, but Phoenix turns us toward the stairs and we go to the second floor.

I only saw the rooms as I glanced in as we were touring everything yesterday, but he stops at a room that was closed yesterday. “What are we doing?” I ask. He removes a key from his pocket and unlocks the door. Pushing the door open, he turns the light on and my mouth drops.

The walls are black with gold trim. The bed looks bigger than a regular king sized bed. It has a gold comforter. On the wall behind it is a map painted in gold. “This is beautiful.” He smiles as he closes and locks the door. When he removes his mask, I follow his lead and do the same.

“This is our room. We had it decorated when we moved out. We needed a place to be alone during this event.” Walking further into the room, I take in every detail. There’s an oddly shaped lounge chair next to the window. Walking toward it, Irun my hand over the soft fabric. There’s round hooks on each side at the top and some at the foot of the chair. Or bed?

“What is this?” I ask.

He chuckles as he comes to stand behind me. He pulls me flush against him. His lips trail over my shoulder. “How about I show you?”

I tilt my head to look up at him, but his hand wraps around my throat and holds me still. Sucking in a breath, he guides me until I’m standing at what I’m assuming is the head of the chair. It kind of looks like a recliner. It’s not a piece of furniture I’ve ever seen before. Or, at least, I don’t remember seeing it.

He grows hard against my back as his hand trails down from my throat, between my breasts and to the exposed skin of my abdomen. “You’ve been teasing me all night in this outfit. Showing me glimpses of your skin. It’s driving me crazy.” He rocks into me, his hard cock proving his point.

I’m sure this is a distraction from what’s happening throughout this house, and as much as I hate to admit it, it’s working. His index finger sneaks under my camisole, teasing my skin, and his mouth finds the sensitive spot on my jaw. Anticipation dances across my skin as he marks me.

“Nix,” I whisper as he finishes and pulls my earlobe between his teeth.

“Bend over,” he instructs. Bending at the waist, I’m surprised at how the chair curves perfectly and supports my body. It’s like it was made just for me.

“You can hold on to the hooks or you can cross your arms and lay your head on them, whatever is more comfortable.” I lay my head on my arms for now as his chest drags against my ass as he squats to the ground. I think that’s what he’s doing; it’s hard to tell from my position.

His hand wraps around my ankle as he begins to run it up the inside of my leg, pushing my skirt up as he goes. Not knowingwhat he’s going to do heightens every nerve ending in my body. His fingers brush over my knee right before his lips touch the back of my thigh. I try to control my breathing, but the harder I try to control it, the more erratic it becomes.

He pushes my skirt over my ass as his fingers send tingles all over my body. He runs his fingers up and down my ass as his lips trail higher and higher. “What will I find when I touch you?” he asks, just as he nips the bottom of my ass.

“Are you soaking wet for me, Pet?” I didn’t think it was possible to get any more wet than I already am, but him calling me that turns me on. It’s strange considering the reaction I had when he used it after the auction.

His thumb rubs against my pussy, and we moan at the same time. “Fuck. Are you my dirty little slut?” I press my hips against the chair at his words, looking for something. His teeth graze over my ass. “Answer me.” He slaps two fingers against my pussy. I jump and yelp at the same time.

“Yes.” Pulling my arms out from under my head, I grab the hooks on the side of the chair.

“Do you want my tongue or my cock?” My next breath rattles my chest.

“I—” He pulls my thong aside and runs his finger from my clit to my pussy and back again. “Can I…” I moan again when his finger swirls around my clit. “Can I have both?”

His chuckle is loud in the room. “So greedy.” His tongue replaces his fingers. I cry out at the sudden pleasure that courses through my veins. He grabs my ass with both hands and he positions me so he has better access. I want to rock back against him, but the position I’m in and the grip he has on me prevent me from doing it.

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