Page 25 of Ever After

I sneer. “For five-hundred bucks, I better be getting a fuckingshow.”

The man says nothing and pushes the door open. I walk in and see ten other men standing around. Most of them seem to be mid-to-late-forties or older. I am definitely the youngest one in the crowd.

Fuck.

A waitress saunters up to me and takes my drink order. I can’t have any impairments, so I order sparkling water with lime. I toss a ten-dollar bill on her tray, and her face lights up. I join the other men who are milling around, talking quietly amongst themselves.

“Chase Biggs,” I announce, shaking one of the men’s hands.

“Juan Garcia,” he announces, his Spanish accent thick.

“Ever been here, Juan?”

He squints his eyes at me but takes a sip of his drink and answers. “I’ve gotten one pet from here. She was very well behaved, but I got sick of her and sold her. I’m here for a new one.”

Pet?These are girls, not fuckingpets!

Heat rushes through my body. I clench my jaw shut as the veins in my neck bulge. I want to ring his fucking neck. Breathe. I can’t let them see that side of me. I release my jaw and crack my neck, placing what I hope is a flashy smile back in place.

“How about you? I’ve never seen you here before.”

I clear my throat, trying to cover my ass. “No, I’m not from around here. Out from New York on business. I’ve been looking into a pet for a while now. HeardEver Aftertrains the best girls.”

“We do,” a male voice interjects behind me.

We all turn and face him. He has brown hair that is trimmed short, green eyes, and a fit form. He’s an inch or two shorter than me and looks so familiar. I narrow my eyes, trying to place him. Where have I seen him before?

“Gentlemen,” he opens his arms in invitation, “you won’t be disappointed. We have an initial viewing tonight, then the auction’s in two weeks. We currently have three girls here, so some of you will go home empty handed.” A few chuckles from the group of men and everyone settles down again. “Let’s get started.”

Chapter Thirteen

Finley

I’ve been forced to a kneeling position, legs spread wide with my hands are tied behind my back, from my wrists up to my elbows. My chest is pushed out as much as it can be. I’m in a corset that I swear is two sizes too small, an uncomfortable thong, and high heels. My blonde locks fall over my shoulders as I try to breathe through the gag in my mouth.

The worst part isn’t even that I’m tied up and dressed like a sex bunny. No, it’s that I’ve been fitted with a vibrating butt plug and an insertable vibrator that’s clipped to my clit. The sick bastard keeps turning it on and off. I tried counting the minutes in between, but he seems to be doing it randomly. Everything aches, and the need to come is so strong. I just want this night to end.

I can’t hear any noise around me, so I know I’m alone, and I’m thankful for the reprieve. The vibrations start again, and I suck a deep breath in through my nose. I squeeze my eyes shut behind the blindfold and squirm on my knees. I would love to stand and try to yank these torture devices off me, but without the use of my arms, I’m a sitting duck.

I fight back the moans that want to escape around the gag. He said something about a showing tonight, which means he’s going to parade men through here. He’ll have to force any type of perceived pleasure out of me, which I know he has no problem doing. He’s done it enough already. I hate the fact my mind knows this is wrong, but my body craves the pleasure. It’s so messed up.

The pulse on the vibrators has changed now, so it feels like a wave. It speeds up for a moment, then slows down, just to start all over again. My hips jerk forward, and I can’t stop them. Everything is so sensitive, and the tears press out of the corners of my eyes. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. I hear the door open next to me, and a single set of shoes clacking on the floor.

“Gentlemen, this is our newest toy, Crimson. She needs a firm hand to help in breaking her. Although I still have two more weeks with her, so she’ll be much more docile.” Chris is speaking, and I try to drown out his sales pitch.

He runs the back of his hand down my cheek and grabs at my breast. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

I can’t hear anyone responding, and then it dawns on me. The mirror in the room is a two-way mirror. They can see in, but I can’t see them.

What’s the point of the blindfold then? These men don’t care if I’ve been kidnapped. They already know that. It’s not likely they’ll turn me into the police.

Chris wraps his fist in my hair and turns my face toward his. I can’t see him, but I can feel his breath on my cheek as he licks a stray tear away. The vibrations speed up, and I scream and cry around the gag. I’m on the precipice of a climax. I buck my hips, desperate for the relief that’s so close. I try to fall forward, to hide from the view of strangers, but Chris pulls me up by my hair. The extra sting from him holding me is what finally does it—I let go with a scream.

He turns the vibrators off, and I catch my breath. He runs his hand down the back of my head, petting my hair. “Good girl,” he whispers to me.

The scary part is, I feel a sense of pride as he speaks those two words to me.

“I’m going to help you stand. I want to show you off.”