Page 8 of Marauding Daddies

Shifting her weight, she silently admitted it would serve no purpose to deny the instantaneous attraction she had felt as he looked at her with those piercing eyes. Her stomach fluttered, recalling how thrilling it had been to have his attention solely on her. She had thought she was prepared to come face-to-face with the Frazer’s but was surprised and confused by her reaction to this man. His distinguished salt-and-pepper look with glints of silver woven through his dark hair combined with the short, neat beard awakened emotions she didn’t want to experience.

Everything about his look exuded experience, confidence, and sophistication. Next to his younger brother, Kevin had a powerful presence she found unable to resist. Even over the short distance, she had been mesmerized by his striking topaz eyes—intelligent and intense, like a lion surveying the savanna. He was tall, muscled, and broad-shouldered, wearing an impeccably tailored black suit that highlighted his strong physique. The waistcoat complemented the crisp white shirt, which in turn made the black, white, and silver tie pop. He clearly dressed for dramatic effect.

“Shit, what have I let myself in for?” she mumbled sotto voce. Kevin Frazer had made quite an impression on her, though she refused to consider the depth of it, even to herself.

“Next up, we have lot number A22.” The voice of the auction Master calling out her number yanked her back to the present. Without realizing it, Aria’s attention had shifted to Keith Frazer, who she had been staring at since the older brother had left.

“Damn, why could one of them not be ugly and boorish?” Aria couldn’t help but mutter under her breath as she forced herself to break eye contact with Kevin’s younger brother Keith. In his early thirties, Keith had a youthful surfer boy look, with long sun-bleached locks. His gray eyes glinted with mischief under the club lights. Though he was dressed similarly to Kevin in a tailored black suit, Keith’s carefree demeanor gave him a more casual air. The suit jacket stretched appealingly across his toned, muscular frame. Aria noted with irritation that many of the submissives nearby were eyeing Keith appreciatively as he strolled closer to the stage. They were clearly drawn in by his good looks and charisma.

Aria was surprised and confused by the unexpected pang of jealousy she felt as she watched Keith garner attention. The thought, “They are mine; stay away,” flashed unbidden through her mind. With determination, she quickly tried to shake it off.

“Where the hell did that come from?” she growled at herself. She barely knew these brothers, yet she felt oddly possessive and territorial. As attractive as Keith was, he stirred different emotions in her than Kevin had. While she felt an undeniable connection and intrigue with Kevin, the older Frazer brother, her reaction to Keith was more inexplicable irritation and resentment at the way other women fawned over him.

“Get a grip, Lollipop,” she said silently as she attempted to push down the swirl of complex emotions that were foreign to her when she walked over to Master T. She tried to focus on his words of praise as an experienced sub when he welcomed her as the newest exclusive member of Club Rogue. But as hard as she tried to ignore it, some deeper, primal instinct had been awakened by the Frazer brothers, and she knew she had not seen the last of these complicated feelings they evoked in her.

It wasn’t only annoying; it was highly inappropriate since she wasn’t here to become entangled in a torrid love affair with the siblings.

Exactly. You’re here to kill them. Don’t forget that, Aria. In the end, you are and always will be Salvitore Sanchigo’s daughter.

Master T’s voice drowned out her inner voice as he continued to list what was on offer with the bid.

“The delightful Lollipop is looking for a Daddy tonight... hmm, sorry, it seems I’ve got it wrong.” Master T wiggled his eyebrows at the cheering crowd. “She’s in search of multiple Daddies for a medium spanking or flogging, a vigorous round of oral sex, ending with the crème de la crème... an indulgence of menagerie where all partners will achieve euphoric bliss.” Master T looked out over the crowd. “I believe, even if you’re not one to usually indulge in a three-or foursome, this is one time you’ll be looking for someone to partner up with.” He indicated at Aria to twirl so the bidding process could commence.

“Since this is an offer for more than one Dominant, the starting bid is double those of the other lots. We kick off at ten-thousand Rogues.”

Instead of using dollar values, the owners had changed to Club Rogue currency, which was established at the start of every auction. It was done so that the submissives didn’t realize just how much each Dominant was paying for their offer. They were only told at the end of the auction the full dollar value that the auction had raised for helping abused women and children. For tonight’s auction, a thousand Club Rogues were worth five-hundred U.S. dollars.

Aria cringed as the crowd erupted with various shoutout bids. The echo of what she had put out as a bidding lot taunted her. During the training, she had experienced double penetration and learned the basics with the use of dildos, but she had never had sex with two men at the same time before. Suddenly, she realized she might just have bitten off more than she could chew.

Too late now, little chit. You’re already knee deep in the bidding. Make eye contact with brother Keith. Let him know it’s them you want and no one else.

Instinct kicked in at the order from her subconscious mind. As Aria strutted in front of the rowdy group, her eyes searched for and found Keith Frazer. For a long moment, it was as if the world came to a standstill. She wasn’t sure what had made her assume that just because he was the younger brother, Keith would have less power and presence than Kevin. At that moment, she realized how wrong she was.

While Kevin had a distinguished, demanding air that drew her in, Keith possessed a raw, animal magnetism. His gray eyes glowed with languid intensity, watching her every move like a tiger surveying his domain. His golden mane of hair fell loose, well past his shoulders, reinforcing the leonine impression. As he prowled closer, never breaking eye contact, Aria felt her breath catch in her throat. She was frozen in place under the hypnotic spell of his gaze.

In contrast to Kevin’s powerful yet subtle command and visible dominance, Keith exuded an aura of lazy ownership. His muscular physique moved with a graceful strength that belonged to an apex predator. Aria felt insignificant before him, like a mouse being toyed with by a tiger. His focus on her was so potent, she could almost feel it as a physical touch. She knew instinctively that underneath his casual air was a being of great power and wildness. In that charged moment, she realized just how dangerous it was to underestimate the younger Frazer brother. His animal-like qualities stirred something deep and primal within her.

“Two-hundred-thousand Rogues.” His deep voice rose firmly over the shoutouts.

“Hell, Frazer! That’s one fucking jump,” one of the bidding Doms complained.

Keith didn’t respond, nor did he take his eyes off Aria. The line had been drawn in the sand. Everyone watching him knew—the Frazer brothers had their mind set on Lollipop, and no one was going to outbid them.

“Two-fifty.”

Aria’s gaze drifted to the left from where the deep guttural call had come from. Master Raptor flashed her a wide smile, which try as she might, she couldn’t ignore. She returned the smile.

“Five-hundred thousand.”

“Geez, Frazer,” Master Raptor complained. “You’re taking the fun out of the bidding process.” He looked at Aria. “Sorry, Lollipop, but I know them too well. You’re theirs.” Another broad smile gave him the air of a bad boy. “But, remember... you owe me.”

“She owes you shit, Raptor,” Keith sneered, then turned to Master T. “Close the bid, auction Master. Now.”

“Well, that would hardly be fair.” Tanner taunted him by turning the crowd. “Last bid was five-hundred thousand. Do I perhaps have a bid for five-hundred-thousand and one? Anyone? No? Very well. Going once, going twice... just to double check, Master Raptor? No counter bid?”

“Not unless you want this to end up in a fistfight, Master T,” Master Raptor said with an amused look at Keith, who was rapidly growing impatient.

“Okay, then... going three times. Bid closed on five-hundred-thousand Rogues to Masters Panther and Tiger. Lollipop, please make your way over to Master Tiger.”

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