Page 32 of Burning Souls

An older man who I'm sure could pass for being my grandad steps forward, raising his hands.

“Fifty million. Final offer.”

Did someone just offer to buy me for that amount? Jessie, please say something. Do something for fuck’s sake or I'm going home with this old man.

I shouldn’t be feeling disappointed that no one wants to take me. No, Ash, this is good.

Jessie stands, bringing himself to the front and raising his hand.

“I offer 100 million.” The man looks surprised that anyone would bid that much money.

“Going once to the gentleman in the front, going twice. Sold to the gentleman in the front. Your new toy will be ready to take home at night.”

I should feel some sort of relief, but I can't help but feel guilty that I'm leaving—that I'm leaving behind all the other girls without a care in the world.

Does that make me selfish?

Jessie walks to the front of the stage, stopping the man from speaking.

“I will take my property now. She is mine now, correct?” He winks at the man as he nods. Jessie takes my hands, taking me off the stage, tightening his grip around my waist. I hope it's to show what if I just got myself into a worse situation than I was already in.

“Well done,” he whispers against my ear. The urge to punch him seems like a good idea, but even I know it's not the best idea.

We made it to the door but were stopped as my father walked in, looking down at me. I haven't seen him for years. The last time I did, he sent me to hell, literally hell.

“I'm more than happy that my daughter found her match, but she still has to play by the rules.” My father taps Jessie on the shoulder.

As we walk right back to the front, I'm brought to the stage, and the rest of the girls are taken off to the side. My father takes the microphone from the other guy.

“Now Ash has been picked, which means her new man must claim her in front of us all and mark his territory...”

My eyes dart around the room, and Jessie pulls me into him.

“You know I respect you, right?” he whispers, biting my earlobe, tracing his hand down my dress, and turning me to face him.

“Yes,” I whisper back, letting him retrace my ear lobe, this time biting longer and harder.

“Good because it's about to look like I don't.”

Without so much as a warning, I'm pushed to the floor on my knees, with my back pressed down and ass the air. My dress is pulled up, revealing my tight holes. The sound of a zipper being torn awakens me; I feel Jessie’s hardened cock at the entrance to my pussy.

I thought I would feel sick or disgusted, but I'm turned on.

Jessie thrusts into me with no warning given. My body jerks forward, my hands firmly placed on the stage. Jessie's firm hands grab my hair as he thrusts back in.

My body becomes weak from the intrusion and pain of how big he is.

His large body leans over mine, taking my ear hostage once again, whispering.

“Ash, you are doing so good. Just a little bit longer.” He lifts my head, bringing me back and placing my lips to his, tasting like sweetness.

My back arches, and Jessie spills out as he presses my head down, holding me and thrusting back in, sending me to heaven.

Losing my virginity on a stage in front of hundreds of men wasn’t on my cards in this lifetime, but I’m thankful it's Jessie who’s taking it, not some strange man.

My hair is pulled roughly against Jessie's hands, forming into a fist with my hair now all messed up. Taking my hand, Jessie brought me to my feet, shaky and unable to breathe, probably from the pleasure and pain all mixed into one. Jessie brings me to my knees.

I kneel in front of him and he stands towering over me with his blood-covered cock from taking me. My mouth opens with no warning, but knowing what’s about to come. He thrusts in, letting me taste the sweetness of his cock and the metal-tasting blood around him in my mouth.

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