Buy Me: The Complete Series (Mistress Auctions #1-3)(8)

Once we arrived, we were given one paddle with the number twelve on it. Aaron smiled at me because it’s his lucky number. We were given a list of the names of the ladies who would be up for bidding, but other than that no information was given. No picture, no bio, just a list of ten names. Samantha told us she kept the lists short to encourage lots of bidding and to keep the auctions elite. She’s close to being a billionaire all on her own, so she must know what she’s doing.

Our table is at the front, and it’s just the two of us. There are ten tables with two men each, twenty men total. So it looks like about ten will be going home disappointed, because I doubt there are any other men bidding together like Aaron and me.

“Let’s begin, gentlemen. The girls are ready, and tonight we are starting off with a rare treat. Normally we’d save something like this for last, but I thought we’d give each of you an opportunity to bid before you made other purchases. This rare gem has something you all want.”

Some of the men around us talk excitedly, and Aaron looks over at me, shrugging. They’re auctioning off women, how much rarer can they be?

“Tonight I offer you Stella, the twenty-year-old virgin.”

“Oh f*ck,” we say in unison, looking at each other. My dick instantly goes hard and I know Aaron’s is too. Oh shit. This can’t be real. Just as I’m about to say something, the curtains open and the spotlight goes on Stella.

It takes everything inside me not to stand up and charge the stage. I grip the table, the glasses rattling from the sudden jolt, and I can feel Aaron shaking next to me. We are like starving wolves being shown a rare steak, our primal and basic urges coming forward. My teeth are clenched and I can barely hear anything around me as my heartbeat pounds in my ears.

Stella stands there in a sheer nightgown, bathed in soft lights. Her nightgown is basically a scrap of silk thrown over her body, but allows everything to be seen. She looks so pure and young. Her dark curls lie over one shoulder, moved just out of the way to frame her breasts. I can see her pink areola as if nothing is hiding it. Her nipples are hard and the tight peaks tent the front, making her big breasts look obscene yet so innocent. The tiny silk garment ends just at her *, and we are close enough to the stage to see through it to her soft curls that lie underneath. Now knowing it’s an untouched virgin * makes it even harder to sit still and not rush the stage to carry her off caveman-style.

My cock is so hard it’s painful, and I feel it jutting up in my slacks, trying to find room that isn’t there. I remove one of my white-knuckled hands from the table, reaching down to adjust myself. It has nowhere to go, so even moving my dick doesn’t give it any relief. I’m aching for her, and there’s nothing I can do about it right this second.

She looks nervous, but she takes a breath and it seems to steady her nerves. If we had any idea she would be presented this way we may have done this differently. Fuck, who am I kidding? We would have done this no matter what. We have to have her, and buying her guarantees us she’s ours.

“Take a look at this beauty, gentlemen. She’s certified pure and contract ready. We’ll start the bidding at—”

“One million.” Aaron cuts off the announcer, starting the bidding himself. I finally take my eyes off Stella long enough to see my brother looks like I feel. He’s on the edge just as much as I am, and I’m glad he has the ability to think clearly enough to get this shit started so it can be finished. Now.

When I look back at Stella, she’s squinting, trying to see beyond the spotlight to make out who’s bidding on her. I guess she can’t see it’s us from the stage, and that’s probably for the best right now. I think if she saw our faces she would be terrified. Our inner animals have come out and our base instincts are kicking in. We are ready to hunt and breed.

“A million one,” someone shouts from the back.

“A million two.”

“A million three.”

People are popping up in the back shouting numbers. The auction is going fast, and it’s getting away from us. “Two million,” I say, holding up the paddle.

The announcer looks surprised, but nods at our bid, continuing with the auction, asking for other bidders. It takes a few moments, but he starts the countdown.

“Going once—”

“Three million,” someone in the back interrupts.

My fist clenches around the paddle, almost breaking it in half. I don’t give a f*ck about the money, I just want to know who’s stupid enough to challenge us to our woman.

“Six million,” Aaron says, and the room goes silent.

The announcer's voice is a little shaky as he starts the countdown again.

“Six million to number twelve for the stunning Stella. Going once.”

My heart is beating out of my chest, the anticipation is killing me.

“Going twice.”

“Six million, one hundred thousand.”

This time I do snap the paddle in half, and we both turn around to see who the other bidder is. When I spot Charles Townsend in the back, I see red. He’s the owner of the Snake Eyes casino, and he’s a problem.

Frank Johnson is once again f*cking things up. After using up the good graces of Don and making his way to our casino, he must have thought he pushed his credit, because he moved on to someone else. Charles does business differently than we do at the Cortez, and we recently found out how much so. Not only did he extend credit to Frank, but he also gave him credit in Stella’s name too. We cleared up that debt already so our girl is no longer tied to him. From what Charles said to us, he wasn’t aware that Frank was taking out debts in her name. We believed him, but he’s here and bidding on the same girl he previously held some power over. I don’t know how, but it looks like he got wind of the auction tonight and is trying to get his hands on her.