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“Mhhhmmm,” I moan against his finger and I suck harder. I don’t know why it turns me on but I want to suck his finger more. I want to put my tongue over every inch of his body. I am desperate to have him touching me. I don’t know what’s come over me. I don’t know why I’m not horrified that he wants to call me that. Yet here I am moaning against him and desperate for his touch.
“That’s what I thought.” Trevor presses his finger against my tongue. “Damien, you must be crazy to sell her. Not that I can complain when I have to have her.” There’s something playful in his voice, but it doesn’t erase the danger, either.
“Are you going to take off her blindfold?” Damien asks. He sounds…curious. Like he isn’t sure what he wants the answer to be. It also sounds like he is dodging the question that Trevor asked. A question I am equally curious to have the answer to. The idea that Damien put it back on to see if Trevor wants to take it off? It does things to my body that make me shiver with desire.
I want to see Trevor. I’m aroused by this man. I don’t know why his confidence doesn’t read to me as vile as it would with the other would-be buyers, but Trevor is attractive to me. I remember what his body did to mine and I want it again.
But my stomach gets a pang. It doesn’t matter what Trevor did to me. I don’t want him to separate me from Damien.
Trevor pulls his finger from my mouth with a wet pop, and he walks away. I hear the slightest of footfalls. He is infuriatingly silent. Everyone else clunks around the room. Damien has a cadence to his steps that I now instantly recognize.
That familiar cadence strides toward me, and Trevor’s nigh impossible to hear footfalls.
I feel four hands on me.
This delicious thought I hadn’t dared hope for, until now.
“Will you share me again?” It pops out of my mouth not unlike how Trevor’s finger left me. Oh, God, why did I say that? I should shut up, I don’t know if Damien is going to torture me now and keep me on the edge of pleasure. I don’t think I can take that again.
Damien’s hand—I recognize the feel of it, though I can’t exactly describe how—removes my blindfold. “You don’t belong to anyone.” He swallows. “Yet.”
Trevor raises an eyebrow. I take a long, lingering stare at Trevor’s face. It’s a visage of absolute male beauty. Where Damien is both rough and refined, rugged and sophisticated, yet always emanates power…Trevor is something else. He’s masculine, but he’s…beautiful! That’s the only word for the sculpted cheekbones and pouty mouth. If trouble had a mascot, it would be his shimmering blue eyes and dark, perfectly-coiffed hair that trademarked it. His bone structure and strong jawline are defined and form the perfect frame for the strong wall of a man I see in a charcoal gray suit that doesn’t hide the downright enormous erection tenting in them. Now, I imagine that cock in my mouth. Dear God, one finger in my mouth, one night of being on display, those filthy things we did…and I’m so horny I can’t think about anything but their hands on me. I want them to fuck me, more than anything, in this moment, because I crave these Adonis, Greek god men. I want them to trap me between their bodies and do whatever they want to me. I want it. God, I want it so bad. The ‘sales presentation’ was just too much to handle, I want satisfaction and I have an inkling about how I want it.
I realize I’m sucking in my lips and making a serious face. I must look ridiculous. I tear my eyes away from Trevor, who has a terrifyingly sexy grin plastered on his face. Oh, he knows what I’m thinking. I want to look at Damien. I want to beg him to buy me, keep me, let me be his.
And…a small voice rips my confidence and joy to shreds. What if Damien doesn’t want me? He is planning to sell me after all? Maybe he hates my parents—not that I can blame him—and he hates me too.
Why haven’t I considered this very real possibility before? I search Damien’s eyes and I find no answers, only questions. I can’t think about any of this. I don’t know what’s happening right now. I don’t know why Damien is selling me. I don’t know why he let Trevor touch me. I just can’t think about anything right now. No one is saying anything. I’m certainly not going to open my mouth and embarrass myself again. I can’t stand the idea of Damien saying something like what he just did again.
