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She looked so hot in her elf costume I could hardly look away, despite the fact that I suddenly hated that other men were seeing her that way. It had started right from when Sebastian had asked her to turn around, the lecherous prick leering at her beautiful ass as though it was a pot roast. He couldn’t appreciate and cherish her like I did. No man could, and no other man was going to have her. It didn’t matter how much it cost.
The bidding had really started to get out of hand. I’d tried to quell things from the beginning by bidding high, but that couldn’t hold back the horny mob. All of them wanted a piece of my sweet Krystal. It did not help matters that she started stripping to get the bids higher. As the clothing fell, the bids rose to unheard of levels for such an event.
I didn’t see the instigating incident, but apparently someone had been pushed, which led to shouting and then a low-level shouting match. I was worried that things might get even more physical and cause a rift that couldn’t be mended, thereby ruining all the good work done that night. I also didn’t want to lose Krystal to anyone.
As she unclasped her bra, already down to just that, her corset, panties and stockings, ready to reveal her tenderness to the world and more than likely cause a riot, I stepped up and did the only thing I could think to do under the circumstances.
“One million dollars,” I shouted, holding up my paddle.
The collective gasp was followed by a hushed silence as every head in the room turned towards me.
“Sold,” Sebastian declared, banging his gavel without even waiting for any more bids. “Congratulations, the lovely Krystal is now yours for the evening.”
I kept my cool and tried to ignore the stares as I strode to the podium, eyes locked with Krystal who looked both happy and relieved.
“Here,” I said, handing my paddle to Sebastian, “I’m not going to need this anymore.”
“I couldn’t risk losing you,” I said, gently refastening her bra.
I picked up the clothes she had dropped and handed them to her one by one, before taking her by the hand and leading her out of the event hall into the front corridor.
“W-what? Wow!” Emma started as we walked out into the main hall.
“It’s okay,” Krystal said. Emma visibly relaxed.
“Emma, Clarence, just the people I wanted to see. Krystal and I are going to be, er, indisposed for the rest of the night. Would you be so kind as to look after the rest of the guests and lock up after they leave?”
The twins looked at each other for a moment, confusion in their expressions. It was the most responsibility I’d ever given them and it had kind of come all at once.
“Is that awful auction still going on?” Emma asked, sneering in distaste.
“Yes, but not for much longer. It should be over in about half an hour if you want to wait.”
“Oh, okay,” Emma said, seemingly stunned by my reasonableness.
“I really do love you, you know. Both of you. I’m so proud of you and the people you’ve become, as frustrating as you can sometimes be.”
They both looked at the floor, grins plastered on their similar faces. I gave Clarence a one-armed bro hug and bent down and kissed Emma on the forehead, happy tears beginning to flow down her cheeks.
“You don’t have to worry about me, little one,” I whisper into her ear, “My days of being a player are over.”
“They’d better be,” she whispered back, playfully smacking me on the chest, “Now off with you.”
I led Krystal upstairs as the twins went to attend to their new duties. Clarence headed for the hall as Emma veered off toward the wine rooms, no doubt to check on the bottles.
We got into the bedroom and I took Krystal over to the bed. I was excited to get started, until I could feel the slightest tremor in her small hand. My sweet girl was nervous. I could hardly fault her for that with it being her first time and all. I wanted her to be happy and ready before we did anything, so I decided it would be best to slow down.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked, sitting her down on the edge of the bed.
“Okay, what have you got?”
“A little of everything,” I said, holding up one of the tiny bottles from behind the mini bar counter my dad had set up in the master bedroom.
I splendored in Krystal’s ensuing giggle, glad to see her happy. I had every intention of making her as happy as I could for the rest of our lives. It was startling for me to realize it, but what I had told Emma was true. I had no interest in playing the field anymore. Krystal was the only one I wanted.
