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“Alright then, we will finish this back there.”

They showed us through the small back area where there were extra seats, a couch, water, fruit, and other snacks.

“If you need to change, you can do so over there,” the girl I came to know as Nyx said as she handed me a water.

She had long brown hair with the ends dyed a deep purple with pink at the very end.

She had a kind smile that made me like her immediately.

“We have extra clothes and shoes in case you’re uncomfortable.

I will also be the one to see you to your room after you have signed your contract and your bidding has concluded. ”

“Speaking of contracts, you will sign one now and one after the bidder’s bid is accepted and the funds are transferred,” the scary one said as she addressed our group.

“You will get a chance to back out at every step. After the bidding, we will ask if you’re comfortable continuing with your bidder, and there are call buttons in the rooms to alert us if you need help at any time.

Nothing is more important than your safety. ”

When her eyes fell to Nyx, I saw them soften slightly.

I wonder how they ever ended up together.

The scarier one seemed a bit too harsh for someone like Nyx, but maybe it was different behind closed doors.

The thought had me flushing, and I turned my eyes to the floor as I wondered what would be happening to me behind closed doors tonight.

“Alright,” she said when no one spoke up. “Shall we get this started?”

* * *

Maybe I should back out.

I stood by the edge of the curtain as Ax and Sloan gave their speech to the bidders.

I really hadn’t fully thought it through. After all, from the time I arrived at the club to the time of the auction, only an hour had passed—if that.

I wanted to do it for the money, of course… But was I really okay with being bid off to a stranger?

Likely a rich one… Obviously queer… Who’s also into BDSM… All of it is kind of a plus. And they did say I could back out at any point.

So, if I wasn’t really feeling my bidder, I could just… walk away. But Lucas was counting on me.

It was okay for me to live like I had, but I needed to do something for them. It wasn’t just every day that an opportunity like this fell on my lap.

“And now, welcome our first lady of the night—Julie H.!”

Shit. I looked at Nyx, who nodded and motioned for me to walk on stage. Here goes nothing.

I rolled my shoulders and kept my head high before walking out and onto the stage. All lights were on me, but I could still make out the crowd. The small room that had been empty was now packed with masked people sitting down, each of them holding a paddle.

“Our first beauty is a charismatic and down-to-earth sub who loves lots of praise and is —ooh— open to exploring exhibitionism.” I couldn’t see Sloan from where I was standing, but the playfulness in her voice had me smiling.

I did a little twirl for the audience, earning a few chuckles. They spurred me on, and suddenly, I was playing with the audience. I winked at a few in the front, blew them a kiss, and even started to raise my dress a little to give them a peek at what was hiding beneath.

“Since this is her first ever auction, we will start at one hundred thousand!”

There was a terrifying moment where I truly believed no one was going to purchase me, that I was doomed for embarrassment.

But then one paddle raised.

“One-fifty!”

“One seventy-five!”

“Any take for two hundred?”

“I’ll do you one better—three hundred!”

“Four!”

Oh my gosh. I couldn’t conceal the shock on my face. Are people really buying me for this much? It was going to make all my dreams come true. It was going to change my life.

“Let’s keep it going!”

“Five hundred!”

“Six!”

I blew them some more kisses and waved at the ones bidding.

This is really happening, isn’t it?

And then, someone stood up. I couldn’t make out their face with the light, but their voice captivated me.

“One million.”

Silence fell. Then Sloan, seeming really far away, hit something that sounded like a gavel.

“Sold to bidder number forty-two for one million dollars!”

I couldn’t even get a look at her before I was rushed off the stage by Nyx.

“You fucking go, girl!” she whispered to me. “Come with me to sign the paperwork. The bidder will meet you in the room. I’ll take you there.”

I was in a haze the entire time Nyx was walking me through the paperwork. I heard her, but her voice sounded a thousand miles away and none of it was clicking.

How is this even real? Did someone really purchase me for a million dollars?

Nyx was gentle as she coached me through it, and then, with even more gentleness, she took me through the club.

Before I knew it, I was left in a dim room with a fuzzy carpet and a large four-poster bed alone and forced to come to terms with what I’d just done.

With shaky legs, I went to sit on the edge of the bed, unsure what else to do. But I didn’t have much time to dwell.

There was a knock on the door, then silence.

Oh, shit! I’m supposed to answer.

“Come in.”

The woman who pushed inside was almost as tall as the doorframe.

Her body was lithe, her hair black and gelled back.

She wore an all-black suit with a deep red shirt underneath and a matching satin mask.

Her ears had multiple piercings on them, and when she closed the door behind her, I caught the edges of a tattoo on her chest.

But something stood out to me even more.

She’s so fucking hot! Holy shit!

“I know it’s against the rules, but are you okay if I take my mask off? You can keep yours on if you want.”

“Feel free,” I said after a moment.

She immediately undid her mask, and I was hit with her fully uncovered face. I didn’t think she could get even more attractive. I was wrong.

Her skin was unblemished, her eyes hooded and filled with the kind of need no one had ever looked at me with in my entire life. She looked to be slightly older than me, but it was more about the air around her than anything else.

There was no hesitancy in her movements. No second guessing. She knew what she wanted and she was in control.

She dropped the mask on the floor and stalked toward me, the sound of each step winding me up further and further. When she got to me, I expected to have to look up at her, but she got down on her knees.

My breath got caught in my throat.

“Can I touch you?” she asked.

I couldn’t find my voice, so I nodded.

Her hands started on the bed before they came to rest on my thighs. Heat flushed through me immediately.

Hot and respectful? I couldn’t wait for her to fuck the life out of me.

“No degradation, no pain play, no anal, no water play. Is there anything else on your hard no list?”

“I am open to trying other things,” I said slowly. “But I want discussion on it first. Consent.”

Her eyes ran down my body. “If I’m not getting enthusiastic consent from you, darling, I won’t do it.”

“Do you have anything you particularly like?”

Her hand trailed up to my hand, then up my arm.

“Already trying to please me? I didn’t know I had such a perfect little surprise waiting for me here tonight.”

Heat stemmed from wherever her fingers touched. My breath hitched, and I froze as she moved them up to my exposed collarbone.

“I want you to feel good,” she murmured. “I’m not sure if you’ll get to touch me tonight. But you…”

She licked her lips.

“Then…” I spread my legs. “Please, touch me.”

She let out a shaky breath, and her hands were suddenly at my ankles, slowly moving up, taking the dress along.

“How do you feel about titles, Angel?”

My head spun when she finally got the dress to my knees and laid an open-mouthed kiss on my kneecap.

“I’ll call you whatever you want if you keep calling me that .” I don’t know what it was about the pet name. Maybe it was the way she said it. Maybe it was because I finally felt like I was doing something good in my life.

All I knew was that I needed more of it.

“ Sir will do, Angel.”

“Sir,” I breathed out and spread my legs further for her.

“Pull your dress up for me, Angel. I don’t like my hands full during my meals.”

I picked it up from her and opened my mouth to say something in return, but I was cut off when her face was buried between my legs.

I wasn’t wearing underwear, and that was a fact I was now thrilled about.

Her right hand came around my ass, holding me in place, as the other grabbed my thigh and forced it to stay wide.

“Oh God,” I cried and tried to remain sitting, but I found myself falling to the soft bed, keeping the dress up as her tongue ravaged me. She started with deep, long licks before teasing my clit and going back and forth between it and my entrance.

When her teeth grazed the sensitive bundle of nerves, I all but lost it.

It seemed so unfair. There I was, getting my pussy eaten for a million fucking dollars. But a voice in my mind told me I deserved this. I deserved to win. For the hot woman to want me bad enough she’d get on their knees and all but beg to taste me.

It made me feel powerful. Important. Desired.

“Sir, please. Just like that.”

“You beg so sweetly,” she groaned and pulled away just to meet my gaze. Her thumb replaced her mouth and rubbed hard circles over my clit.

My body arched.

“Fucking perfect, Angel. Do you see how well you respond to me?”

Jesus. Her praise went straight to my head.

“I’ve never wanted to please anyone more. No one’s ever made me feel this way.”

It was true. It sounded so cliché and overdone, but if I was on the verge of coming with so little stimulation, I was almost worried about what the rest of the night held.

“Your smell is mouthwatering. Your sounds are majestic. And your fucking taste? It’s divine .”

I couldn’t breathe. Even her words were attacking me in such a way that they rendered me helpless against her.

“I want to taste,” I breathed.

“My perfect little angel,” she murmured. She kept her thumb on my clit, never slowing her pace, and then used her other hand to slowly push two fingers inside me.

Only then did I realize that she hadn’t even been inside me yet.

I expected her to just pump in and out a few times, but she was a woman on a mission. She set a pace that had my hips lifting, her thumb never stopping, and when she finally hooked her fingers?—

“Yes, sir. Please don’t stop. Please please plea?—”

I came with a cry, my eyes fluttering shut as the first orgasm in over a year came rushing at me. It had my entire body in its claws, rendering me completely useless as it assaulted me.

Her fingers continued to coax it out of me, extending it way further than I’d ever felt before.

Just as it was over, she was climbing over me, her fingers brushing against my lips. Again asking for permission.

I opened my eyes before opening my mouth for her. I might not have thought my taste was divine , but right now it seemed like it was her favorite meal. How rude would I be if I didn’t act like it was the most goddamn delicious thing I’d ever had? Especially when she put so much work into it.

I sucked her fingers and licked them clean.

“How long has it been since you came like that?” she asked, pulling her fingers out.

“A year,” I said, not hesitating.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” She grabbed my chin lightly. “I want to come like that every time, do you hear me?”

Self-consciousness reared its ugly head.

“I don’t know if I can?—”

She covered my mouth with her hand.

“You will, Angel. You know why?”

I shook my head.

“Because I told you so. And tonight, your pleasure is mine. You want to satisfy me, right?”

I nodded enthusiastically, and she pulled her hand away, letting me speak .

“More than anything.”

She sent me a dazzling smile.

“Then be a good little angel and do that again for me. Give me a show. Next time I want to hear you scream at the top of your lungs. Okay?”

I nodded and took a deep breath.

“We’ll take a break after the fifth one.”

I jerked my head up in shock, but she was already there, burying herself between my legs. Her fingers entering me, her mouth on my clit.

I fell back onto the bed, unable to do anything but take it all.

Multiple orgasms. One million dollars. And a hot, masc woman willing to do anything to get me off.

This had to be a fucking dream.

But at least for now, I’d let myself have this. I deserved this.

Even if only for one night.

I’d deal with everything else tomorrow.