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Alexander’s deep baritone voice comes through. “Anyone who wants you will have to come through me, and I’ll die before anyone touches you.”
“They want me naked out there on a podium, Alexander, they aren’t just going to look at me,” I hiss back. Not at all cranky with him, but cranky at myself for getting into this situation. At least by the end of tonight, quite a few of the men out there will be put behind bars and the women will be set free.
“Well, that’s not happening. You are wearing a dress that costs more than many of their houses, and millions of pounds worth of diamonds glittering on your gorgeous milky skin. You are priceless, my love. And they need to know that you aren’t like any other woman out there. You won’t be taking any clothes off and you won’t be standing on a podium by yourself. I will sit there, and you will sit on my lap.”
“Richard won’t like that, Mr. Black,” Harold reminds him.
“I don’t give a flying fuck what Richard likes or not, Harold. I won’t be leaving her side or allowing anyone to touch her, and that’s the end of the conversation.” Alexander’s voice booms around the small room.
A knock from behind us startles us apart. Someone must have heard Alexander’s command. His hand dives under my dress and flicks my clitoris, making me moan in appreciation at the same time the door flies open and reveals Richard standing in the doorway. It needs to look like Alexander has been having his way with me. “Yes… oh yes…. More,” I groan.
“That’s enough time, Black, she needs to get out there now. The main bidders have arrived and are getting antsy waiting for her.”
Alexander extracts his fingers from me and licks them in front of Richard, whose eyes turn murderous. I have no doubt he will be one of the men bidding on me tonight.
“One final kiss for me, Rebecca?” Alexander commands as he leans down and claims my mouth, sliding his tongue in deep to massage my own, trying to give me all his strength for what is about to happen out there.
“There is still time to change your mind, Mr. Black. Once we go out there, another man will purchase me and will be the one giving me orgasms,” I plead.
Richard makes a noise of displeasure. “Now, Black, I won’t tell you again.”
Alexander tucks me into his side as we walk out the door and toward the empty podium near the stage. As we get closer, I see many men standing around waiting for me. One man notices me and taps the guy next to him, who also spins on his heel to look. We reach the bottom of the platform and Alexander picks me up, carrying me like a small child as he ascends the steps before letting me slip down his body once we are at the top.
Harold pushes his way through the crowd and appears at the front of the podium with a cheap folding seat which Alexander takes from him and erects before sitting down on it and pulling me into his lap. My ass rests on his right knee as my legs lazily overhang his left leg. I cross my legs at my ankles so no one below will be able to see up my dress. The guys come closer to the podium, and one reaches out his hand to stoke my bare calf.
“No touching, gentlemen,” Alexander threatens, before his fingers have a chance to touch my skin.
“C’mon, man. You’re asking a hell of a lot of money for someone we plan to stick our cocks into and you’re not even going to let us touch her?” The man speaking looks like someone who is probably part of the mob. Short and fat, greasy black hair, and a hooked nose. He even has the Italian accent to go with it. He reminds me of the men from theGodfathermovies I watched with my father when I was growing up.
“Giorgio. That’s no way to talk about a lady,” Alexander comments, as if the words coming from the Italian weren’t the most disgusting thing I have ever heard.
“Lady? Highly doubtful—a whore maybe?” He shrugs and backs away.
A man with a turban on his head speaks next. His eyes are completely full of hatred, and I know deep down in my heart if he gets his hands on any of the women offered here tonight, he will break them, and enjoy every single minute of the process.
“So why are you selling her then? How are you going to explain her disappearance, when you have been on the cover of every magazine in the world with the news of your engagement?”
He asks a very valid question; one we hadn’t thought to discuss back home. There was no need to, since he was never going to sell me. Guess we didn’t consider we’d be answering any of these questions
“I’m Alexander Black. I’ll think of something.” He gives them one of his heart-breaking smiles that would have had a group of women going soft, but with these men it doesn’t have the desired effect, however, they all seem to take his word for it and drop the subject.
“Gentleman.” Richard’s voice comes from overhead, amplified a thousand times. “If you would all like to take a seat, we will be starting the auction in five minutes. A reminder that you can only bid with the money you have on you today, as we do not take line of credit. If you wish to pay with a cheque, then the woman will remain with us until it clears. Take your positions. Item number one will be on offer in less than five minutes.”
The men in front of my podium scatter, taking up seats in the front row closest to where I am currently on display. Even though they are now about ten meters away, they still feel too close for me. I bring my hands up to cover my face, wanting to talk to Alexander without being seen. “Alexander...,” I start.
“Mr. Black, you will need to take a seat also, sir.” I pull my hands from my face to see who is talking to us, who is trying to take Alexander away from me. I clutch at his arms, holding onto him as tight as I possibly can.
“I am staying here. I need to protect my investment,” he states.
“That’s not how it works, Black. You get down from that podium now and make yourself some serious coin, or you walk out of here and never return.”
“Please take me home with you, sir. I’d rather be your slave than anyone else’s,” I beg.
“You have until the end of the first auction to leave the podium, Black. Say your final goodbyes.” Richard’s voice takes on a commanding tone. He turns on his heel, making his way to the woman who looks so much like me.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, as soon as the first sale is made, we are leaving,” Alexander croons at me. Harold takes up his position on the right-hand side of the podium as Jones takes up position on the left.
“To get this auction underway tonight, for our first item, we have a wonderful specimen for you. With blonde hair and blue eyes, she is the ideal snow bunny to either start or add to your collection. But just what makes her worth the one hundred-thousand-pound reserve price tonight you may ask. You may notice that she is wearing something that none of the others are tonight. The answer, gentlemen, this one here is a virgin.”
