BUY ME - The Complete Series (Mistress Auctions Book 4) Page 4
“You both heard I’m a virgin, right?” A blush creeps across her cheeks, and she looks everywhere but at us.
I pull her hand to my mouth and kiss the palm, getting her attention, and making her look into my eyes. “We heard the good news, yes. We would have done this no matter what, but knowing we will be first is so much sweeter.” We’ll also be the last, but I don’t tell her that part.
She looks at both of us, and fear rises in her eyes once again. “The two of you at once?” She starts to take a step back, but we hold her hands tighter.
“Shh.” Aaron tries to calm her, attempting to stem her rising panic. “There’s plenty of time to discuss this, but not here.”
“But the contract…” She’s referring to the first coupling, but we plan on making other arrangements.
I go over to the hidden door and knock on it. After a second a security guard comes and I ask for Samantha. He looks in and checks to make sure everyone is okay, and then goes to get her.
After just a moment, Samantha comes into the room, shutting the door behind her.
“Gentlemen, is there a problem? You both seem more than excited to begin.” She discreetly nods to mine and Aaron's obscene erections, but there’s nothing we can do to hide them. At this point, people are just going to have to deal with it.
“We’d like to take Stella home. This is obviously a unique situation with there being two of us, and we’d appreciate a little more time before we jump into things.” I look over at Aaron, who’s still holding Stella’s hand, and he nods his confirmation.
Poor Stella looks like a baby deer in headlights, not sure what’s happening.
“This is highly unusual, and normally I would say no and enforce our policy, but I’ve been informed you know one another. Stella?”
She looks at Samantha and nods her head.
“If you don’t mind readjusting your contract and allowing Justin and Aaron to take you home first, then I’ll allow it. At a nominal fee, of course.”
“Of course,” I say, without hesitation.
Aaron and I look to Stella, and she looks unsure. She must think she’s weighing her options but Aaron and I know it’s happening no matter what. After a moment, she agrees. “Yes, I’ll go with them instead.”
“It’s settled then,” Samantha says, and exits the room, leaving us alone.
4
Stella
Holy shit. These two just paid ten million dollars to fuck me for thirty days. I don’t think I can wrap my mind around something like that. They’re most definitely more insane than I’d originally thought. On top of that, they want to share me. Why don’t they each get a mistress? They clearly have the money to do so. I wonder if they’ll take turns with me, or take me at the same time. What if they divide their time with me: one night spent with Aaron and another spent with Justin. For some reason, the idea of having them both at the same time excites something dark in me.
My traitorous body heats at the idea, but my brain can’t seem to catch up with everything else. Both of them stand there staring at me, making me wonder if I’m supposed to be doing something. I should’ve asked someone what the protocol is for something like this. I know I’m supposed to be polite, willing, and not ask questions. Almost as if I’m a toy they can play with when they want to, but Jesus, ten million is a lot for a toy.
Maybe I’m completely wrong. Ten million probably means nothing to them. Hell, this could be something they do every month—hopping from one mistress to the next. Did they have a mistress the whole time they kept trying to get me to go on a date with them? Samantha said some of the men keep a mistress and also date other women, but that wasn't our business. We don’t ask the men where they spend their time when they aren’t with us. The men are free to come and go as they please, but we are to remain available to them at all times. They pay for a service, and they can use it how they see fit.
The idea of them using me like that makes a weight settle on my chest. It was the very reason I turned them down time and time again. These two could break my heart, and I just didn’t have room or time for something like that in my life. And they most definitely would leave me in pieces while they moved on to their next conquest. My heart still hasn’t fully recovered from losing my mother, who seems to have taken my father with her.
I don’t understand why they hadn’t already moved on to someone else since I turned them down. Maybe that’s part of the problem; I said no. Something I’m sure neither is used to hearing. Not when you own one of the top casinos in Vegas. One I’m still not sure how my father got through the front door of. I’m sure no one tells them no, and maybe me doing that only fueled their pursuit.
I must look like a joke to them right now, turning them down over and over, and then running into them here. I’m dressed in practically nothing, selling myself to the highest bidder. I inwardly groan at myself. Maybe that’s why they bought me, to prove a point. I wish I could have seen their faces when the black curtain was pulled back and I was standing there, nearly naked. Where they shocked? Or did they think it was the perfect opportunity to show me no one says no to them?
Why do they have to be so goddamn handsome? They’re eerily similar in looks; both have dirty brown hair, dark brown eyes, and have the same tall muscular build. I heard someone mention that they were foster brothers, but it’s funny how they still favor each other. They both have runners’ builds, or maybe they’re more like quarterbacks. Justin looks like he might have an inch over Aaron. That’s saying a lot because Aaron is easily over six feet tall. The both have that constant two-day stubble I want to rub against, and I hate how my body reacts to it.
It’s then I realize we are all still just staring at each other. Wake up, Stella! This is your job for the next thirty days. Am I supposed to service them sexually whenever? Or do I wait for them to tell me to do something? They said they didn’t want to have sex here, so maybe they want something else. A blow job?
At the thought, my eyes drop down to their crotches, and I’m sure my eyes bulge out even more. They look…huge. Their erections strain their pants. Both are in suits. Justin’s is nicely put together while Aaron’s has a more laid-back feel with some of buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up.
I slowly reach my hand out towards Justin’s erection because he’s the closest. I don’t know what makes me so bold, but I’m guessing it’s knowing that this is why they bought me. Hell, they even know I’m a virgin, so it should be pretty obvious I’m not totally sure what I’m doing. The only time I’ve ever messed around with a boy was with that one who worked on our farm for a little while, and it never went passed kissing and heavy petting against the side of the barn. We did it whenever we could sneak away, but we were just kids fooling around. With Justin and Aaron, I’d already been pretty much naked in front of them. I want to laugh at the thought, because I was just pretty much naked in front of a whole room of men.
When my hand makes contact with his clothes-covered erection, a moan fills the room. Justin pushes himself further into my hand, and I can actually feel his cock jerk against my fingers.
“Fuck,” he growls, grabbing my wrist. “We have to get out of here. Now.”
Before I know what’s happening, Aaron has me cradled in his arms, pulling me close to his body. We exit the room, and I’m sure my ass is on show to anyone who passes by.
“I can’t believe I almost came in my pants, like a thirteen-year-old boy who saw a naked woman for the first time,” I hear Justin say behind us, and it makes Aaron laugh. His whole chest vibrates with it as we make our way down the long black hallway, scattered with red doors with numbers on them.
“It’s been too long,” Aaron responds, looking down at me as if I know what that means. His voice is filled with longing, but I don’t understand. What’s been too long? Since the last time they got laid? I can’t image it would take much for the two of them to get lucky. I’m sure they could walk across their own casino floor and have women just throw themselves at them
. I know the feeling, because I’d wanted to throw myself at them too, but the fear of being hurt always held me back. I didn’t want to be just another notch on someone’s belt. One of hundreds, I’m sure. Plus I wouldn’t know what to do with men like them. We are in different leagues. I’m a farm girl who's more comfortable in boots, and they’re suits-and-champagne kind of guys.
“Way too long,” Justin agrees, shaking me from my thoughts.
“Eyes down,” Aaron barks. He stares down at me, cradled in his arm, and I look down like he says. “Not you, Lucky.”
He says the last part so softly I almost don’t hear him. It’s then I realize he was talking to the giant buff guy dressed all in black who’s holding the door open for us. I don’t have time to worry about my nudity in the cold air of an October night. I’m in the back of a limo faster than I can blink. I suddenly find myself sitting across Aaron's lap with my bare feet resting on Justin’s thighs.
“I can’t wait.”
“Me neither.”
They say it in unison as Aaron buries his head in my neck, and Justin spreads my legs wide, falling between them. I don’t have time to adjust to what’s happening. I’m overwhelmed by sensations. Aaron sucks and kisses my neck, and I feel Justin’s hot breath against my pussy. It’s like they’re everywhere all at once.
I’ve gone from being carried down a hallway to being in the back seat of a limo with pleasure running through my body. I wasn’t prepared for this, but it feels so good.
Aaron takes a fistful of my hair in his hand, guiding my head how he likes, giving him full access to my neck as he bites and sucks on me. When he pulls back to look at me his eyes look wild. The brown hue almost seems darker than moments before, and it’s a look I’ve never seen on a man. It’s like I’m frozen in a trance, but then I feel Justin’s mouth land on my exposed pussy, and a sound between a gasp and moan leaves my lips.
Aaron uses the opportunity to take my mouth, slipping his tongue right in. It’s as if he’s devouring me. Both of them seem like they’re starving for me, as though they can’t get enough. They both eat me with such ferocity that my body bucks against them. All my nerve endings feel like they’re on fire and my body is on sensory overload. It’s too much, and it feels like something is building. I’m close to something and I’m praying it’s not a heart attack. I need to breathe and try to get it under control, but I’m lost to the feeling.
There is nothing smooth or soft about this. It’s not gentle and there’s no easing into it. It’s overwhelming and I jerk against them again, not sure if I want them to stop or if I want them to keep going. My body doesn’t know what it wants, but they only hold me tighter. Justin’s hands lock around my thighs, holding them open, while Aaron’s grip on my hair tightens, as if they’re wordlessly telling me I’m not going anywhere. They’re telling me I’m there for the taking, and I suppose I am. This is, after all, what they paid for.
Releasing my mouth, Aaron latches onto one of my nipples through the thin material of the nightie. At the same time, Justin sucks my clit into his mouth. It’s then that my body gives up the fight, and I cum. I tense from head to toe and try to buck against them again, but I’m held too tightly, and I can’t move even a little bit.
“Stop, please stop, I can’t take it.”
I’ve cum before when I’ve secretly touched myself at night, but this is nothing like anything I’ve ever experienced. Coupled with how fast it happened, it’s like my body and mind are trying to play catch up, and I feel a tear leak down the side of my cheek.
The orgasm was incredible, and it took me by surprise. It was the most incredible and intense thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Maybe a month of this won’t be so bad after all. I just have to safeguard my heart from them. I need to keep my distance as best as I can, while still doing what I’m being paid to do.
Suddenly, both of them release me. I’d wanted to bury my face in Aaron’s neck to try to get myself together, but I’m pushed from his lap and deposited on the seat between them. The leather sticks to my bare legs and puts space between them and me. When I look between them, they’re looking at each other as if they’re silently communicating. The limo remains quiet, but it feels as if there’s a conversation taking place.
Gone is the look of hunger on their faces. Now they just looked pissed. The air even seems thicker. Neither looks at me. They’re intent on the silent dialogue between each other. After a few more moments of this, they both turn and look out the window.
Well, shit. I swear these two have two speeds: fast and stop. What just happened? Did I do something wrong? Was I not supposed to orgasm? Then it clicks. ‘Stop, please stop, I can’t take it.’ I’d said that to them.
The contract clearly states I’m always to be ready and willing. I’d just told them to stop. It dawns on me that I messed up. Crap. The silence is deafening, and I search for a way to make this better.
Aaron pulls out his phone and feverishly starts typing away on it. I try to lean a little into Justin, but he jerks away. Shit. Is Aaron texting Samantha? Are they going to send me back and ask for a refund?
“I’m sorry. I just—“
Justin cuts me off. “We’re here.” The limo rolls to a stop, and I realize I wasn’t paying attention and don’t know where we are.
“Mandy is waiting for us,” Aaron says, sliding the phone back into his pocket. Who the fuck is Mandy? Did he really just get someone else to take my place that fast because I said stop—a word that I didn’t really mean and they took the wrong way?
“Good.” Justin unfolds himself from the limo, and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to follow him after their comments.
I get my answer when he promptly slams the limo door closed behind him. I couldn’t have followed him if I wanted to.
“Aaron, I’m sorry. I messed up, I’ll be better. It’s just—” My words are cut off when he finally brings his eyes to mine. We just stare at each other, my apology caught in my throat. I feel the urge to cry and I don’t know why.
“Put this on.” Justin now stands by the door he just slammed. I take the robe from him and slide it on. Then he hands me a pair of what look like hotel slippers and I quickly put them on. I’m thankful I don’t have to walk through this place completely naked. Aaron gets out on his side, slamming the door behind him, making me jump. I hate that everyone is so upset because of what I said.
“Come,” Justin says, holding his hand out to me. I take it, and he pulls me from the limo. I see where we are. They’ve brought me their casino, the Cortez, its bright lights shining in the night.
“Why didn’t we use the back entrance?” Aaron snaps at Justin. I’d rather use the back entrance too, if we can. I have no desire to walk through one of the nicest casinos in Vegas in a bathrobe and slippers. I probably, no, I take that back, I most definitely look like a whore who they hired for the night. I want to laugh at the accuracy.
“The celebrity poker match is tonight, and they’re coming and going out of that entrance.” Justin’s reply is easy, as if his brother didn’t just snap at him.
“Good call.”
Aaron takes me by the arm, pulling me towards the entrance, while Justin shakes his head and walks on the other side of me. He makes no move to touch me, and suddenly I’m longing for it.
I have to half-jog to keep up with Aaron, but Justin doesn’t seem to have the same problem. Their legs are nearly twice the length of mine, or at least it feels like that as I try to keep up with them. With his hand locked around my arm, it feels a little like I’m being dragged.
The entrance doors slide open, the glass silently parting as we make our way through them. We head straight towards the casino, and I look around, feeling embarrassed. I’ve been here maybe a dozen times to pick up my father, but each time the place takes my breath away.
Chandeliers seem to rain down everywhere, and everything is either made of glass or something that looks like a diamond. It’s breathtaking. The Cortez says classy and money without being gau
dy or in your face. Everyone is dressed to match the ambience of the casino— women in evening dresses, and men in suits.
This was a place I easily stood out in, and not in the way you would hope. As we make the long walk through the casino, multiple people try to stop and talk to either Aaron or Justin. They begin to approach, but quickly stop when the guys shoot them a stern look. Others just stare, wondering what is happening, and a few women openly eye-fuck them. I wonder if one of them might be Mandy, and I’m a little surprised at how catty that sounds.
When we reach an elevator, Aaron releases my arm, swipes a key card and the doors open. I don’t wait for him to grab me again. I quickly enter on my own, both of them following after. I lean against the back wall as they key in a code. The doors shut and the elevator comes to life. I expect someone to say something, anything, but the silence continues. Aaron hasn’t said a word to me since I tried to apologize, and I wonder if I should try again. Maybe Justin is the one I could appeal to.
I’m thankful when the elevator doesn’t stop at any other floors and goes straight to wherever it’s taking us. I don’t think I can take any more stares tonight. I feel like I’ve been on display for far too long, and I really just want the night to be over with.
When we step from the elevator, I expect to head down a hallway to a room, but we enter right into a giant suite. Glass windows line the walls from ceiling to floor, overlooking all of Las Vegas. Most suites I’ve seen in Vegas look like they’re ready for a party, but this one looks warmer and more welcoming. It’s not at all what I expected from a suite in this hotel. I was picturing clinical white decor with more chandeliers. This place looks more lived-in.
Maybe it is lived in. This could be where they keep their mistresses. Maybe they like to keep them close, and I’m sure since they both work at the casino a lot it makes it easier. I instantly feel exhausted at the thought, and I hate that I even care. I don’t want to care, and I shouldn’t care. I just want this day to be over with so that maybe after a night of sleep I can clear my head a little. I need to get things back on track and not be so off balance.