Page 5 of Auctioned to her Stepbrothers

"You'll be the one who gets to make her bleed," Kylian says.

The little virgin on the bed flinches, though she tries to hide her reaction.

He asks Sparrow to choose again, and when she says twenty-eight, Kylian's grin turns predatory. His birthday is the thirtieth; mine is in the middle of the month.

"You'll take her mouth," he tells me with a smirk.

Sparrow swallows, perhaps having figured out where Kylian's going to take her, and her pretty, pale throat looks so delicate, I wonder how much of me she'll be able to handle. Even with a fair draw, I'm left with scraps, as usual.

Sure, blow jobs are great, but they're better when the woman knows what she's doing. Hopefully, this virgin has sucked a lot of cock already, though if her innocent appearance is any indication, it's doubtful.

But I'm looking forward to making her gag on my dick, and I get to go first.

Little Sparrow touches the side of her face. "The mask stays on, right?"

"Of course," Nate says when Kylian hesitates. "The rules in the contract are clear. Anonymity must be preserved. You can pick a safeword. We're clean, so we might use condoms, but we might not. You're on birth control?"

She nods. "Red. My safeword."

"Why red?" I ask.

"It's the universal safeword for the club."

"That's everything then. We'll leave you to get things started," Nate says, gesturing for Kylian to follow him to the door.

"Only her mouth," Ky reminds me. "We'll be watching." He nods to the mirror, which is two-way into the adjoining room.

The door closes with a metallic click, and then there's silence.

"Little Sparrow, hmm?" She has been watching me, but when I look at her, she focuses on the hands in her lap and remains silent.

"Would you like something to drink?" I ask. Along one wall, there's a bar cart, where I spot my favorite brand of Scotch.

"No, thank you."

I pour myself a glass with a small splash of water, take a swig, and turn toward the girl as I swallow. Again, she's watching me and quickly looks away.

There's a gold-trimmed velvet chair near the bed, regal as a throne, and it seems like a fitting spot for the action. I take a seat, set my drink on the table next to it, and glance at her again. Her spine is straighter, and now she's not looking away.

"C'mon over," I say.

Her chest rises and falls with one deep breath before she stands. Her small hands smooth over the skirt of her dress before she finally takes steps toward me.

There's a decorative pillow beside me, which I set on the floor, instructing her to kneel. Gracefully, she sinks into position, holding her shoulders back and her head high as she looks up at me.

She really is beautiful. The online images didn't do justice to her almost translucent skin and golden hair. With the fancy dress she's wearing, she'd fit right in at a summer garden party, and I'm the guy who's about to take her around the side of the house and make her suck my dick.

Her wavy hair is as soft as it looks. I pull a strand forward and lay it across her bare collarbone. The faint hint of a tan line at her shoulder stirs my desire. Wondering where else there is paler skin, I slip my fingers into the top of her dress and find a nipple. I strum my thumb over it and push the dress down so that her cleavage swells above the fabric.

She's watching me all the while, her masked eyes never leaving mine as I bring her nipples to stiff peaks. Wanting to see how brave she is, I trail my fingers up along her throat where her warm skin pulses beneath my touch.

I trace her full, pale pink lips along her jaw and to her mouth before pushing my thumb between them. "How much of a virgin are you really? Have you had a lot of cocks in this pretty mouth?"

Little Sparrow bites down hard, and I pull my thumb back.

"Try that when it's my cock in your mouth and see what happens."

With an irritated urgency, I unbuckle my belt, making it a noisy process and hoping she's nervous about what's about to happen.

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