The Auction (Club Indulgence Duet, #1)(10)

"Let me go!" I yell. My heart races and I attempt to hit him, but he pins my wrists to my lap.

"Stop it!" he commands.

My hands flail in the air.

He grabs the scarf off my eyes and winds it around my wrists.

He mutters, "You need to plan better next time, Roy."

"What did I do wrong now?" the man now known as Roy grumbles.

"Tape would be better. Like an entire roll," Baldy states.

I scoot to the other side and reach for the door handle, but it won't budge.

"Child lock. There's no point hurting yourself," Baldy announces.

My insides and voice quiver, "Wh-what do you want from me?"

Baldy's eyes travel down my body, and I cringe. He locks his lewd gaze on mine and replies, "Daddy isn't going to like this outfit of yours."

Daddy.

He found me?

Of course they work for him!

I attempt to open the door again, but Baldy just laughs.

There's a loud pop, and the SUV veers to the curb.

"Fuck!" Roy cries out.

"What was that?" Baldy asks.

The SUV stops. Roy opens the door, gets out, then goes around the hood. He curses again.

Baldy knocks on the window and Roy opens the passenger door, saying, "Flat."

I try to follow Baldy, but he shuts the door too fast.

I have to get out of here.

I can't go back home.

No, no, no!

I try to free my hands, but the silk is tight around my skin. I stare out the front window. Badly and Roy are assessing the damage.

Baldy walks to the trunk, pops it open, then opens a floorboard. He pulls a tire out and carries it to the front.

I glance around the vehicle, trying to find something sharp, but I don't see anything.

Think!

I gaze down at my feet and then get an idea. I put my wrists as close to the floor as possible, then lift my legs between my arms, pushing my stiletto heel on the silk fabric, hoping I don't slice my hand.

It takes a few moments, but it finally cuts through the material. My pulse increases, and I debate about going through the driver's door or trunk.

I finally decide that the trunk is the easiest. I take off my shoes and hold them by the ankle straps. There's no way I can run in them.

I wait for both men to bend down and then I slide over the seat, taking my shoes with me. I step onto the blacktop.

"She's out!" Roy yells.

I take off, running across the street, unsure where I am or where I'm going. I turn the corner and slide past groups of people out for the night. Several of them yell at me, but I don't stop.

"Get back here!" Baldy orders.

I turn another corner, run past a valet stand, and then up to a bouncer-looking man. There's a red rope in front of the door.

"You here for the auction?" he asks.

I have no clue what he's talking about, but I'm not about to ask. I reply, "Yes."

"You're late," he states.

"Sorry." I glance behind me. Baldy and Roy are fifty feet away.

The bouncer lifts the red rope and opens the door, motioning for me to go past. He shouts, "Maureen. The last girl is here."

I slide inside, and a sign states Club Indulgence. Members Only.

A woman with fire-red hair grabs my arm and tugs me through a hallway, claiming, "You don't have a lot of time."

I say nothing, following her, my heart still pounding and hoping the Members Only statement on the sign is true. Surely Baldy and Roy aren't part of this club?

Maureen leads me down several dark hallways until we get to the end. She opens the door on the right. A dozen women wear risqué outfits. Excited chatter fills the room, and Maureen points to another woman holding a clipboard. Maureen states, "The last one showed up."

The woman looks at the list and asks, "What's your name, darling?"

"Blakely Fox."

She peers closer at the paper, then states, "You aren't on the list."

Panic hits me. I don't know what this list is, but I can't go back outside. I blurt out, "Is that an issue?"

She glances at me, then shakes her head. She writes it in and adds, "Must be your lucky night. Number twelve hasn't shown up. You can take her spot."

"Great," I reply.

Maureen leaves, and the woman asks, "Is there anything you're not willing to do?"

My stomach flips. What exactly am I getting myself involved in now?

Anything is better than what my father might have in mind.

"Can you expand on your question?" I inquire.

She eyes me over. "Are you unclear on the charity auction specifics?"

I lift my chin. "Yes. Could you review them with me, please?"

She assesses me again, then answers, "Whatever Dom bids the highest, wins. He'll supply your secret living arrangements for a month. Assuming you agree to their contract."

Secret living arrangements?

A month?

Contract?

And what does she mean by win?

Her voice drops. "Honey, you look like you have more questions than before I spoke."

I clear my throat. "Sorry. I'm... I'm new to this."

She smiles and nods. "Yes, they all are. That's the point. You don't bring any bad habits the Doms have to correct for their tastes."