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I give an awkward smile. I don’t like that she knows who I am. But I suppose, as the auctioneer,she has to know those details. None of the bidders do. They just see a picture.
“I’m Lesley. I help with most of Dawson’s affairs,” she clarifies, and I realize my uncertainty must have shown. She holds out a piece of white silk. “You need to be blindfolded,” she explains.
“Will I not be able to see who the person is?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No, sorry. You had your requirements, and all were met. He requested you do not see him.”
“Okay. I didn’t know that was an option, but it makes sense,” I say as she steps behind me and places the blindfold over my eyes and it also covers my nose. I try to calm my beating heart.
My choice. My power.
I repeat to myself like a mantra.
She grabs my hand, and I know it’s her because her touch is soft. “I’m walking you to an elevator, and then we go up one floor to the main suite. If you have any issues, please yell and security will be at your door. You have the power here.” She guides me, and I sense when we’re in the elevator. When we exit, she takes me down a hallway, and I repeat my mantra to myself…
My choice. My power.
… and can feel it working.
A little.
I hear her open a door, and I’m led to what feels like a bed. She sits me down on the edge and sits next to me.She places her hand in my lap with my own. “Do you feel safe?”
“Um… I guess so?”
“And you are sure you want to proceed?”
“Yes,” I say, thinking about all that money. And freedom.
“Okay. Would you like something to help you relax?”
“I was told no drinking,” I say.
“Yes, but there are other things we can give you.”
I shake my head. “No, I’ll be fine.” At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
“I’m leaving now. Your winner is already in the room with us.” I freeze at her words. I hear her footsteps as she leaves the room, and I begin to tremble.
What do I do?
I’m not familiar with any of this.
“Hello,” I say as I hear some ruffling.
A hand touches my shoulder and gently lays me back. The hand leaves my shoulder but does not leave my body. It slides down ever so slowly, tickling me as it brushes over the swell of my breast and inside my white dress. I feel his other hand skim over my stomach and my panties, down my thigh, and to the hem of my short dress. He lifts it ever so slowly, and goose bumps break out all over my skin.
“I-I’m n-nervous,” I stutter.
“Shh,” he soothes.
Okay, I can do that. I guess, technically, he didn’t pay to haveme speak.
Maybe this is normal.Why didn’t Dawson tell me not to speak?
My dress is lifted higher, exposing my panties. I feel him reach for them, and I lift my hips to accommodate as he slides them off of me.
I’m left bare, and I hear him swear, and a small smile touches my lips at his reaction. That is until his mouth is on me, and very soon, I’m spreading my legs even wider as his tongue starts dancing against my clit.
