Page 12 of His to Possess
“I would prefer to make her first time special, and I’m determined to fully enjoy myself.”That’s a lie of convenience,I tell my cock, who wants to jump for joy at the confirmation that we’ll be enjoying her. “Therefore, I would like to take a week to get to know Miss Cartwright. Let her get to know me. In my experience, sex is better when both parties feel comfortable with each other. I have no desire to bed a cold fish who’s too scared of what’s happening to do more than lie there.”
The older Rossi shakes his head, perplexed. “A week feels reasonable to me. But I really don’t get why it’s necessary. She auctioned her virginity. You bought it. Why wouldn’t you want to enjoy it now?”
My intention with this plan was to spend the week trying to convince Lilah to abandon this idiotic idea. But now I wonder if perhaps my time would be better spent if I devote my energies to destroying this club. Objectification can be hot—I won’t argue with that. But it requires for all the people involved to be on the same page. And it definitely requires there to be an underlying respect for the submissive.
These men clearly have no respect whatsoever, for Lilah or any of the other women who come here. She truly is a mere sex object to them. And that pisses me off more than I can possibly express.
“We all have our preferences,” I say through gritted teeth. “I prefer a little build up, some anticipation. One week.”
Victor Leone is still studying me with narrowed eyes. “What’s to stop you from bedding her as soon as you get her home? Our members can witness run of the mill sex any time they’re in this building. They won’t be coming to see you fuck her for the dozenth time. They want to see her deflowered.”
I’m not sure I have the restraint to keep from ripping this man to pieces. Before I can open my mouth to argue, Lilah pipes up behind me.
“I’ll do another medical exam. Like the one this afternoon.”
I spin to face her. “They made you have an exam?”
“Of course we did,” Rossi says before she can do much more than gape at me. “It’s standard procedure. How else would we confirm she’s a virgin?”
I need to get her the hell out of this building and the hell away from these people. I turn back to them. “One week. Six hundred thousand dollars. That’s my final offer. Refuse and I take her out of the building anyhow, and to hell with your threats. I have more than enough resources to make sure she comes to no harm.”
“What is she to you?” Leone asks, eyes narrowed. “Why on earth would you go to all this trouble for an insignificant girl?”
I shrug carelessly, even though my feelings are the opposite of ambivalent. “Like I said, she made an impression on me. More than that, I’m not a man who takes easily to being ordered around when it comes to my sex life. If I don’t want to bed her tonight, that’s my damn business.” I hold his gaze. “A week.”
He studies me a second longer before he waves his hand. “Fine. A week. You come back next Saturday, prepared to follow the terms of the contract.” His smile turns my stomach. “I’m sure the extra time will only increase the interest in her performance. We’ll probably have unprecedented attendance at her deflowering. Might even need to hold it in the theater to accommodate the audience.”
“Great,” I say through gritted teeth, already reaching behind me for Lilah’s hand. “We’ll see you then.”
The younger Rossi steps in front of me, talking fast as he tries to smooth over the tension crackling through the room. “Wouldn’t you like to stay and have a drink? You could show your purchase off downstairs, I’m sure many of the men would love to see what caused such a stir this evening.”
My purchase. Yeah, I’ll definitely be working on bringing this place to rubble. And I’ll take every one of these assholes down with it.
“No thank you,” I say coldly, tugging on Lilah’s hand. “If you’ll excuse us.”
“We’ll be looking forward to seeing much more of you, Miss Cartwright,” Leone calls after us, and I can feel the shudder run through her.
I want to reassure her that she has nothing to worry about. That I have every intention of getting her out of this. But I want to keep my mouth shut until we’re safely out of the building. I don’t trust a single person involved in this club.
I practically drag Lilah down the hallway. “Philip,” she protests. “My things.”
“What things?”
“My purse, my clothes—“
“We’ll get you new clothes.” I want to get the fuck out of here,now. I’m not sure I’ll be able to restrain myself from punching the next bastard that gets in my face.
“I need my purse,” she insists. “I’m not leaving my wallet or my phone behind. And I’m not walking out in this.”
I grit my teeth. “Fine. I’m coming with you.”
I let her lead the way to the now empty dressing room where she apparently changed earlier. I’m not sure where the rest of the auction participants are—maybe they’re already fulfilling the terms of their contracts.
“Can you turn around?” Lilah asks in a small voice. She’s holding a piece of blue fabric against her body. I recognize it as the dress she arrived in. It’s nearly the same color as her eyes.
“Turn around?”
“So I can change.”
