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“I’m extremely smart,” Kingsley countered. “Except around women. Now go before I’m forced to punish both of you for eavesdropping. And tell Anya to behave herself. Grand prize or not, I’ll turn her over my knee if I have to. I’ll turn her over my knee even if I don’t have to.”
“Yes, sir,” both women responded as they shuffled toward the door, pretending to be chastened.
“Irina?” Kingsley called out. He waved her back over to him. Kingsley reached up and wrapped a hand around the back of Irina’s neck and pulled her ear to his lips. He whispered something to her and she nodded, turned her head and whispered back. Daniel sighed. The whispering was one of his least favorite of the dominant tricks. He could be telling the girl to fetch his dry-cleaning for all Daniel knew. Probably was. But by whispering it to her, he created a little secret society that only he and Irina belonged to. Doms did that all the time in Kingsley’s world. Such a mindfuck. Back in his days as a dominant, Daniel usually avoided the mindfuck. Why waste time fucking the mind when he could be fucking the body?
Irina kissed Kingsley on the cheek, glanced once more at Daniel, and left the room.
“Are you sure you won’t stay for lunch?” Kingsley asked.
“No thanks. Not hungry.” Not for food anyway. Being around all of Kingsley’s beautiful submissives had him thinking things he’d long ago tried to push out of his mind. “I should go. Haven’t been home yet. I know you’re busy.” Daniel rose from his chair.
“I’ll have Anya see you out. She’ll hate me for it.” Kingsley went to the door.
“Anya? That would be your ill-tempered doorkeeper?”
“Daughter ofQuebecoisseparatists. She loathes Canadians. Don’t take her hatred of you personally. I’d punish her for how rude she was to you, but she’s off-limits, unfortunately.”
“Off-limits? What woman in the world is off-limits to you?”
“The auction’s in a month. She’sLe Grand Prix.”
Daniel’s eyes widened. “You’re still doing the auction? The FBI hasn’t shut it down yet?”
Kingsley waved his hand dismissively. “The FBI is always welcome at my auction. It’s for charity after all.”
Daniel snorted a laugh. Charity? Technically Kingsley did donate a large portion of the proceeds to some Catholic charity for the poor. He took his usual fifteen percent, however. Kingsley’s auction happened every August and was the talk of the town. Ostensibly, it appeared to be just another silly fundraiser for the rich and bored. Attractive people auctioned themselves off for dates with the highest bidder. But these weren’t your average attractive nobodies. They were highly trained submissives and dominants. And the “dates” weren’t dates. No dinner and a movie for the highest bidder. They won sex—hardcore kinky sex with the beautiful deviant of their dreams.
“So your doorkeeper is the Grand Prize? I pity whoever wins her,” Daniel said. “She’s beautiful, but the personality could use a little work.”
“They won’t be bidding on her personality,” Kingsley said. “They’re bidding on her virginity.”
Daniel only stared at Kingsley.
“You’d be ill-tempered too if you were still a virgin at twenty-four,” Kingsley said. “The last time we had a virgin in the auction, the highest bid went into six figures. Most we’d ever made off one person.”
Kingsley winked at him as he opened the door for Daniel. He continued, “Now are you sure I can’t get you anything? Something to eat, to drink? I feel so inhospitable threatening your life without even lunchafter.”
“I’m really fine. I think.” Daniel’s mind still boggled. Anya, the temperamental doorkeeper, not just a virgin but a prize virgin up for auction… Kingsley lived in a very different world than the rest of the unwashed masses.
“Perhaps something stronger than lunch,” Kingsley said as he veered off onto the second floor instead of heading down to the entrance. Daniel narrowed his eyes and followed. “Perhaps a little of this is what you need before you go.”
Kingsley stopped in front of a door and opened it. Looking in, Daniel saw Irina, the beautiful Russian brunette, naked on the bed, kneeling in submissive silence, her long dark hair flowing like water down her back.
All day long Daniel had been trying to put his finger on the reason why, of all places, he’d come to Kingsley’s first when coming back to America.
Now he put his finger right on it.
Kingsley said, “Welcome home.”
2
At his side, Kingsley smirked while Daniel stared at Irina and considered the offer.
It wasn’t as if he’d been celibate this past year while traveling. Although Daniel’s heart remained faithful to the girl he’d spent one perfect week with, his body had demanded more than bittersweet memories. He’d had lovers—several of them—during his travels in South America. Vanilla trysts only. He’d never felt close enough to the women or safe enough to reveal the real Daniel to them. So while the sex—passionate and rough—had satisfied his physical hunger, his soul craved more.
Still, any gift offered by Kingsley Edge usually came with strings attached. Or ropes. And yet…
This is what he’d wanted. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come here.
