Page 6 of Bought and Shared
My dick surges at the tantalizing thought and I have to take a deep breath to stop myself from acting out the brutish fantasy. The last thing we need in this room of horny men is an audience cheering me on, begging me to fuck her face the way they undoubtedly want to. However, the idea of them watching me conquer this delectable woman’s mouth is nearly as much of an aphrodisiac as her scent.
She doesn’t struggle in my arms. Instead, she acts like a helpless butterfly stuck in my indestructible web. Blinking up at me with those round doe eyes of hers, I feel compelled to explain myself. But how can I? What the fuck would I even say? I need your pussy so bad my balls ache? Certainly not, however accurate an assessment it might be.
My voice is rough and gravelly when I finally manage to speak. “What’s your name, draftee?”
I can see the woman working up the courage to answer. When she doesn’t right away, I press her harder against me.
“Aurora,” she whimpers, her body instinctively melting against mine.
“Aurora,” I repeat, loving the sound of her name on my tongue.
I can’t help myself. I need more. Leaning down, I bury my nose into the crux of her neck and roughly breathe in. Damn, her aroma is divine! Shesmellsbetter than sex with other femalesfeels, so I can only imagine how euphoric sliding into her wet heat will be.
Aurora moans as I lick and nip the creamy expanse of her neck. If I don’t pull back now, I won’t be able to stop.
Summoning all my inner reserves of strength, I yank myself off her warm body and set her a good arm’s length away from me. It doesn’t help that she pants and sways in my direction, her large unbound breasts threatening to spill over the bodice of her pathetic excuse for a dress. The thing is so tiny and sheer, I can practically see the color of her nipples peeking right through the light material.
Denying the urge to reach out and pinch them, I take a step back and roll my head from side to side in order to soothe the beast within begging to be freed. I watch as her soulful brown eyes drop down the front of my uniform and take in my raging hard-on. Absorbing every bulging inch of me, she gives a small start. Her reaction makes me want to growl to let her know my power—and that she’smine. Could it be true? Is she what I’ve waited a lifetime for?
I can see Lieutenant Crom up ahead, looking unsure if he should leave the female in his charge with me. Because I outrank him, he doesn’t want to overstep himself, but he wouldn’t be wise to walk away. I can’t be entrusted with this delicate creature. That would be like asking the wolf to guard the sheep’s pen while the shepherd is away. Utterly foolish and with a dangerously predictable outcome.
My hands clench into fists at my sides. I look at Crom and give him a nod to let him know I’m sending his charge back to him momentarily.
“You’d better join the rest of the draftees, Aurora. It’s not safe for you here all alone,” I say this for my sake as much as for her own.
The alluring woman gives me a slow head nod as her fingers unconsciously slide down the front of her dress in an attempt to relieve all the pent-up desire she’s teeming with.
When she tries to scurry away, I stop her once more. Making hard eye contact with the little minx before she escapes to the safety of her barracks, I tell her, “I’ll see you at the auction tonight.”
But the auction is just a formality. I’m going to be her new master one way or another. I don’t even try to fight the need tomate this woman before me. She’s mine. The only thing standing in our way at the moment is the ink drying on her contract and a quick phone call to my squad mate to let him know what I’m about to do.
CHAPTER 5
Aurora
When I return to the safety of the barracks, Cadence hesitantly asks, “What was that about? That officer seems really interested in you. Do you know each other?”
I’m still trembling and trying to catch my breath. “No. He just wanted to let me know he’ll be at the auction.”
Deep down, I know what that means. He’ll be putting in a bid on my contract. Though that should worry me, and it does, I’m also nothing short of ecstatic. The hollow between my legs is slick and I’m thrumming with excitement over the thought of him touching me there. Exploring. Entering me. As a pure, good girl from District 6, I should be appalled at my own behavior. The man is extremely large, as are all of the Voltan, and his overwhelming power appeals to me in a dark, obsessive sort of way. Ashamed of myself, I must admit, however quietly in the secret places of my own mind, that I want him to take control of my body. And so much more.
Cadence comes to the same conclusion as I do, breaking through my wicked thoughts. “That Voltan warrior must want to buy your contract,” she hisses.
She doesn’t say whether this is a good thing or not, but her face is pinched when she says it, so I conclude she’s worried for me. I’m worried for myself too. I’ve never felt this way before. I’m flushed, overwhelmed, and stimulated beyond the point of no return. All I can think about is rubbing that secret place between my legs that has always been forbidden. If I were alone, I know I would give in to the desire to earn just a modicum of relief from this exquisite tension building painfully within my core.
We aren’t given much time to discuss the matter though, as Lieutenant Crom tells us we need to start getting ready for the auction. As a group, we’re ushered toward the showers and made to bathe. When we exit the bathroom, a gaggle of women is waiting to assist us in our preparation this evening.
Shyly, I sit on the edge of my bed as my personal stylist chats with me about what I want to do with my hair and makeup. Since I have no clue about fashion or makeup in general, I give her permission to do whatever she thinks is best for me.
Cadence is finished before me and she looks absolutely radiant. Her stunning blue eyes are rimmed with a dark liner that makes them stand out like a beacon on a starless night. Her equally dark hair is done up in loose curls and falls down in cascading waves over her shoulders. She’d been an obviously beautiful woman before being made up. However, her stylist has managed to capture all of her best qualities and brought them front and center with her impressive abilities.
“Aurora, you look amazing!” Cadence exclaims as she comes to sit beside me on my bunk.
My cheeks color to a light pink at the compliment. “It’s Karrie’s work that deserves praise, not me,” I awkwardly dismiss her words, uncomfortable with the flattery.
Karrie, my stylist, shoots me an appreciative grin. “Thanks, but I had a great canvas to work with.”
We both agree that Cadence is stunning as well. Cadence, most likely raised in a home where people had the freedom to compliment one another, smiles back in gratitude. She doesn’t immediately get uncomfortable and dismiss the praise like I always do. I hope that, if we are lucky enough to spend more time together, some of her grace and confidence will hopefully rub off on me.
