Page 34 of Pushed

Rolling my hips, I ground down into his palm, giving into the moment, giving into the sheer weight of arousal that had taken hold. Even if I wanted to say no, I don't think my body would have allowed it.

Every inch of my skin was tingling, it was charged like a live wire, crackling with feral need. Enticed, exposed, intoxicated; I was everything all balled up in an unraveling knot, begging to have that last string pulled free.

Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back on his chest as he massaged my pussy. His hand didn't slip inside, it stayed on the fabric, allowing that space between us.

That one choice he made, that single line he didn't cross, sent my heart spinning inside my chest. He could have done anything he wanted, even if my words weren't allowed and my legs were sealed up tight; he could have forced me, he could have taken control and used his size against me.

But he didn't.

Trust was not easy to give, but if he could hold back, if he was able to control his impulses; trust was something I might be able to explore.

I felt his lips on my neck as he exhaled into my hair. Sliding his other hand up my belly, Machi gently draped his fingertip over my nipple. Plucking the hardened bead, he moaned into my ear as his hips shifted beneath me.

His cock was hard, rubbing against my ass. The muscle pushed against his jeans, trying to break free. But he didn't take it out, he didn't try to penetrate me or relieve himself.

Machi just let me ride his hand, he never attempted to force anything, allowing me to have the moment, to be the one to make the choice to accept or deny.

Butterflies rumbled in my belly as the buzzing in my clit forced my stomach to clench. The orgasm was rising, spreading, taking me inch by inch as it devoured my body.

Prickles ignited over my skin as my back arched, driving my head into the nook between Machi's throat and shoulder.

“Let it come, let yourself enjoy this,” he whispered, flicking the tip of his finger rapidly over my clit.

“Mm,” I moaned, biting my lip and digging my nails into the top of his thighs. “Fuck, mm.” Quivers scaled up over my chest, hitting my arms and legs at the same time. I could barely think, I could hardly move as the orgasm settled like a cluster of butterflies all flapping their wings in my stomach.

Slipping his palms up my arms, he glided them into my hair, tangling his fingers around the strands. Touching his cheek to mine, I could see him smiling from the corner of my eye.

“Was that fun?” he asked, his teeth glistening behind a wide grin.

I wasn't sure if I was allowed to speak or not, or if that moment had come and gone. With the noises around us, I wasn't even sure if he heard the sounds that did escape my lips to begin with.

Shaking my head, I batted my lashes and ran my hands down my face.

“Good, I'm glad you liked it.”

The announcer stepped back on stage, smiling like a kid in a candy store. “Yeah, I know all you sick bastards enjoyed that. But let's get to the fun part, who's ready for what we're serving tonight?” Turning to the side, he held his arm out. “Meet the girls of the evening. All of our ladies are up for auction, no cap, no reserve.”

Did he just say what I think he said?

Six women stood side by side. Their faces were sunken in, their eyes tired and puffy, bodies ragged and covered in bruises. None of them looked up, none of them smiled or acknowledged the crowd around them. All of their eyes remained on the floor while their hands hung lifeless by their hips.

“Alright, gentleman, first up tonight is the lovely Ruby. Ruby here is more flexible than you'd know what to do with, she loves a heavy hand and isn't in the habit of crying out loud. Let's start with a grand, do I hear a thousand?” Looking out into the crowd, the man started pointing and rattling off numbers. “I got a thousand, do I hear two thousand? Two—three, do I have four?”

Confusion rattled my brain as I watched the announcer bark numbers and point into the crowd. He lookednormal,he looked like a lawyer or business man going to a meeting in a boardroom. And yet, here he was, standing before a hoard of gargoyles and demons.

They're bidding on the women. . .

All these men are here to hopefully buy one of these women.

It made me question how many times I had walked past someone who might have been involved in this world. How many times did I serve and touch the money of a man whose hands had touched these walls?

The thought sent a shiver through my body and forced disgust to bubble up in my gut.

Yells and paddles sprung up in all directions, turning my moment of erotic exploration into unsettled nerves and shock.

An auction. . .

Is this really an auction for women?

Is this. . . Is this what he meant? Is this what he needs to get me ready for?

Twisting my head over my shoulder, I stared into Machi's eyes. I didn't have to ask out loud for him to know what was running through my head.

“Yes.” The single word hit me like a ton of bricks, it cut through my ears and sliced my heart in half.

All the pleasure I had allowed my body to experience was erased, sending me down a spiral of dread.

I'm. . .

I'm for sale.

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