“Let us see the obedience you’ve trained in her,” he orders. “You look too young to truly know how to treat one of these.” He runs his knuckles down her arm, and I find I’m proud of her for not flinching. Lucille is stronger than she thinks, stronger than I thought she was. I’m surprised, but I’m also fucking hard for her right now.
She doesn’t cave in when he tangles his fingers in her hair, and tugs her head back. The old fucking bastard leans in and I’m simmering with rage. It’s barely contained, but when I meet the eyes of my contact, he offers me a small shake of his head. I can’t do anything, I can’t react, so I watch.
“Drop to your knees, whore,” the old man grunts, before he releases her. He straightens, his gaze never straying as he regards Lucille. I wait for her to respond, but she doesn’t. Instead, she drops to her fucking knees for him, and I want nothing more than to rip the clothes from my body and howl because jealousy is currently burning a hole right through me.
The hiss of his zipper is the last straw before I step in front of Lucille. “The only dick she chokes on is mine,” I tell him. “Is that something you’d like to watch? Because you’re more than welcome to enjoy the show.”
He considers this. I can see his mind running through the options. If he refuses, I can get killed. It wouldn’t take much for them to make me bleed all over this thousand pound carpet. But then he laughs. It’s a hearty chuckle before he grips my shoulder.
“Show us,” he tells me, and I can almost feel Lucille’s body tensing as she kneels behind me. I never thought I would ever protect her. I didn’t think for one moment I would be jealous if another man, a stranger, were to touch her. But my burning blood is evidence I’m fucked. I have feelings for her. As much as I want to deny it, to hide it, I can’t.
I turn to her. Those wide, golden eyes hold mine, pleading with me to stop this. But she knows I can’t. There is no stopping what’s about to happen. I tangle my fingers in her hair and hold her head steady.
I lean in and whisper, “Don’t fuck this up.” Before I straighten and unzip my suit pants. I can’t deny, the thought of her choking on my dick does make me hard. Each time I’ve fantasized over the past few months, it’s been her face I’ve imagined. “Show these men how much you love my dick,” I tell her, my voice louder now, attracting a crowd.
Without debate, she crawls toward me as I step back each time she moves. They love the cat and mouse game, and my little slut enjoys it too. The fire dancing in her eyes makes me smile.
I stop, allowing her to touch me. The heat of her fingers as they wrap around my cock incites a hiss of pleasure to escape my lips. When she finally swallows me, taking me into her throat, I once again twist my fingers in her hair, and I force my dick even deeper. Her body convulses, along with her throat which only makes my balls twinge with the need to seed her.
I’ve been with many women, but none have gotten wet like she does from the rough treatment. They like the domineering personality, but when it comes down to it, they can’t handle my needs.
With my free hand, I pull my blade from the back of my belt, and I slide it over her pretty cheek as her eyes widen in shock. The men who watch gasp, and I’m certain every one of them are fucking hard.
Lucille pins me with a glare as she chokes. I thrust time and again, and she takes me. She fucking submits and my knees almost give out. Her throat tightens, convulsing around the head of my cock as she gags.
The sound is the only one in the room because every pair of eyes are on her. Even the women, the slaves to be auctioned, are watching. When I feel her nearly puke, I pull my dick from her mouth and shove the wetness into my pants before zipping up.
“I trust this satisfies your morbid curiosity.” My stare is on the man who wanted to use her. The bastard laughs out loud before applauding our act in the middle of the room.
“Beautiful. Too bad she’s taken.” He seems genuinely saddened by this. But I don’t give a shit. I help Lucille to her feet, before pulling her against me.
“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear before moving toward our contact who’s waiting with a grin on his face.
“Nice show,” he tells me under his breath. “Let’s talk outside.”