Partners (eBook)

A BDSM Erotic Romance

Simone Leigh (Autor)

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2017 | 1. Auflage
41 Seiten
Coffee Break Erotica (Verlag)
978-0-00-003210-2 (ISBN)

Infos

Friends and Masters

James is a Dom. Michael loves women. As friends of years, working the clubs, it seems that little can come between them.

Until James is offered the chance to 'Buy a Virgin'.

Will their friendship survive the strain this causes?

What will happen when Michael meets James' 'purchase'?

A story of BDSM, Ménage Erotic Romance

Explicit adult content. for mature readers only.

Approx 17,000 words

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Author: Simone Leigh

Copyright © 2017 by Simone Leigh

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Dedication

This Series,’ Mastering the Virgin’, is Dedicated to

Robin, Alice, Lorie and Debra

who named it

And to Rob

who knew that Charlotte’s ‘Secret Name is

‘Jade-Eyes’ or ‘Jade’

Friends

James

I don’t want to dwell on the wisdom or the ethics of what I am doing. The bidding is already sky-high. ‘Charlotte’, if that is her name, is the jewel of the auction, and her price reflects it.

A number of the bidders have already been knocked out; the no-hopers, and those whose hopes were greater than their wallets. Some of the more grotesque of the bidders have also been outbid, including some of those making the crude comments and heckles of a few minutes ago. To my relief, the creep who shouted from the back of the room was knocked out of the bidding early.

But with a good two dozen of us still bidding, some physically present in the auction room, others by proxy, with agents indicating for them; and with the bids climbing in $1,000 increments, the price is steep and getting steeper.

Finchby looks pissed off. The bids are clearly higher than he either expected or possibly budgeted for and his expression is a mixture of fury and frustration....

Perhaps he’s made promises he can’t keep?

To some extent, I’ll be happy simply to see him knocked out of the bidding. I’ve never met Charlotte, only seen her auction profile. With the best will in the world, most of my knowledge of her is pure fantasy and the more imaginative speculations of an older man watching a beautiful young girl. But at some level, I’ve connected with her, and I want to win the bidding, to take her back with me....

To lie between your thighs, spurt into you, while you gasp and whimper under me....

The set who seemed to be bidding as a group has dropped out, the pot too rich for them now, and one by one, the proxies stop bidding too.

With mounting excitement, I watch the monitor as the High Bid climbs ever higher. Some of the audience seem to be there only to watch. Is this how they get their kicks? If so, given the auction deposit, it’s an expensive past-time. But plenty more do bid and I see more remote bids coming in through the agents.

Each time Finchby raises his hand, I match the next bid and he raises it, but now he’s looking back over his shoulder to see who is competing against him, who is his opposition. There are still one or two others, but even they are beginning to waver.

“Any more bids, Gentlemen?” calls the Auctioneer. Finchby wavers, slowly raising his hand once more, but this time is outbid by someone I don’t know, an Asiatic type. He bids again, but this time a short fat man halfway down the hall raises a finger.

Finchby visibly curses, raising his hand once more, and this time, I bid against him. He looks furious, but as the Auctioneer looks back at him, the question in his eye,, shakes his head, as does the fat man.

The Asian is my last competitor and for another three or four bids, he raises against me, and I top him each time....

Is this how expected to spend the money from that Contract?

No....

You’re a fool, Man.... After all these years, all that work, blowing your cash this way....

But I raise my hand again anyway.

This Contract is only the first of many....

“Final offer, Gentlemen? I have the bidding with number 247 at the back?” He looks at the Asian, who shakes his head. The hammer hovers, then bangs down. “Sold! Number 247.

“Charlotte, come down to the office please.” says the Auctioneer.

Eyes wide, as if the reality of what she has just done is only now taking hold, she steps down to a cubical where, away from the crowd, I see her being given a document and instructed to read it. I can’t hear her over the general hub-bub, but I see her lips moving, reciting the words....

She can’t say she doesn’t know what she’s agreed to....

.... before she signs.

I push through the crowd, Finchby giving me a filthy look as I pass. I counter-sign the Contract and pay, then turn to claim my ‘goods’.

She looks like a deer about to bolt, if deer came with a sea of red hair and mermaid eyes, but smiles at me nervously.

“Nice to meet you, Charlotte.” I say. “I’m your new Master for the week.”

“Nice to meet you too.” She looks down, swallowing her words.

I’ve paid a lot for you. Let’s get this one straight from the start.

“Nice to meet you, Master.” I say, giving the leash a tug.

“Sorry, Master. Nice to meet you, Master.”

You volunteered for this, and I’ve saved you from a lot worse than you’ll get from me....

And I’m gonna fuck you every way it’s possible to be fucked....

.... and I'd love to share you. Watched you get fucked too....

Michael's words pass through my mind....

.... abuse....

Alright, Green-Eyes.... Let's give you the option and an incentive, then it's your choice how far this goes.

“That’s better.” I say. “Now come with me. We’re going to have a little chat.”

There’s an ante-chamber to the main auction room, stacked with old furniture and other sale goods. I seat myself in a carver chair, then survey my prize, still naked, collared and on her leash. She’s trembling, and I don’t think it’s just from the chill.

Calm her down a little....

Not too much though. She walked into this with her eyes open....

.... half-open at least....

“Don’t worry. I’ll let you put some clothes on before we go. But right now, I’m enjoying the view.”

She doesn’t speak, simply nodding. She’s chewing on her lower lip and her fingers are bunched.

Ready to lash out?

You’ve still got some fight left, haven’t you....

“On your knees, Charlotte.”

Obeying me, she drops to the ground. It’s not too graceful, but she’s trying not to scrape her knees on the stone floor. Naked and leashed, she looks up at me with those incredible eyes. In almost any other face, the red hair would be her glory, but with those eyes....

Her pupils are like pinpricks; black dots in circles of jade.

Scared?

Of me....?

.... Probably....

Let’s cut to the chase.

I’m paying a lot of money here. Am I getting the genuine article?

“Are you really a virgin, Charlotte?”

Her head drops and she stares at the floor, nodding.

“Is Charlotte your real name?”

Still staring at the ground, still silent, she shakes her head.

“No, of course not. But for the avoidance of doubt for you, the auction house knows exactly who I am.” I laugh. “If nothing else, they have my credit card details.”

Now she looks up at me again, her eyes softer.

That’s it, isn’t it.... You need to feel safer....

Fair enough....

“You are, how old? Twenty-two was it?”

Nod.

“It’s not easy to be a twenty-two-year-old virgin these days. How did you manage it?”

She looks shame-faced. “I got married,” she says, her voice small, “but he didn’t love me. I found out later that he’d only married me to please his parents.... He.... he didn’t like girls...On our wedding night, he wouldn’t....” She stalls and her words dry up.

Should I believe her?

She doesn’t look as though she’s lying....

.... Poor kid.... What a lousy start....

“Not a good start to life, I have to agree. So, after the failure of this miserable marriage?”

“I didn’t have anything. I didn’t know what to do. I want to go to college, but that needs a lot of money and my parents can’t afford to help, so....”

“So you decided to sell the assets you have, to the highest bidder, to fund your way through college?”

“Yes.” The words are all but whispered to the floor.

Ah.... Gotcha....

Good for you, Girl....

What better reason could you have...?

I think my face must reflect my thoughts because as she looks at me, she relaxes a little, some of the tension dropping.

Time to touch?

Yes.... But not too much....

Leaning forward, I run a finger over her perfect face, that alabaster skin. Her eyes widen and her breath holds, but she doesn’t look alarmed.

I trace my finger down the hollow of her neck and lower between her beautiful breasts. As I stray into sexual territory, she freezes and a faint flush of colour pinks her cheeks.

Enough for now....

“A brave thing to do.” I say. “I have to admire your guts, but it was astonishingly dangerous. You’re lucky to have me as your Buyer. Men who play these sorts of games can have very.... elaborate tastes in entertainment....”

She’s...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 5.10.2017
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur
• ISBN-10: 0-00-003210-7 / 0000032107
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-003210-2 / 9780000032102