The owner of the club stepped onto the stage and explained how the auction would work. I half listened, knowing I wasn’t going to bid. Cheers went up as he announced the first virgin.
Her name was Chelsea and she was twenty-four. I wasn’t sure if that was her real name, but she was wearing next to nothing as she stepped on to the dais. She looked nervous, but kept her smile in place as the bidding got under way.
She seemed timid, not someone I would usually pick. I was dominant in the bedroom, but I needed my submissive partner to be able to speak up if she was uncomfortable. I didn’t want someone I could walk over. I needed someone strong to be my match.
I had no idea if this girl knew what she’d gotten herself into. The men in the club were vetted, handpicked by the owners, but that didn’t mean they weren’t animals in the bedroom. There was a reason they indulged their kinks in a sex club.
I didn’t like to judge, but I knew the kind of men they were because I was one of them. I needed to be in control of my partner. I needed her to relinquish that to me.
The girl sold for just shy of fifty grand to one of the regular patrons. I don’t follow the second sale, focusing on watching the first woman talking with her buyer. It wasn’t my place to step in or say anything. She’d willingly done this, but I did wonder if she knew what she’d really gotten herself into.
I was so focused on that I didn’t see the third woman that was brought out.
“How much will you pay for Jessica?” the auctioneer announced. “Let’s start the bidding at twenty thousand.”
Something made my eyes shift back to the stage. The woman on it was younger than the other two had been. She was beautiful too. Her long hair tumbled down her back and her makeup was heavy but sexy. She was wearing a tiny pair of panties that barely covered her and a matching bra. Her figure was stunning, her skin looking like silk under the lights.
She was also familiar.
It took me a moment to realize who I was looking at.
Jessica.
My fucking assistant.
I wasn’t sure which thought to focus on first—the fact that she was auctioning off her virginity in the sex club I frequented, or the realization that she was a virgin, or how hard my dick was looking at her practically naked body.
I’ve always been attracted to Jessica. From the moment she walked into my office, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She was so damn innocent, and I was the kind of man who would destroy that innocence. She deserved someone who would love her and treat her gently. I could never do that. It wasn’t in me to be that way in the bedroom.
Jessica’s eyes skated around the room and I could see how nervous she was as the bidding got underway.
Some regulars were eying her like she was fresh meat, quickly placing bids. My stomach churned. They’d eat her alive. Jessica was beautiful and smart, and the thought of these fuckers taking her virginity made me want to roar like a caveman.
How the fuck could I leave her to these animals? One of them was into extreme punishment. Nipple clamps, flogging, orgasm denial. Jessica wasn’t ready for that. She’d never even had sex—something I was trying desperately to wrap my head around. How did someone as beautiful as Jessica still have their virginity? And why the hell was she selling it?
I’d suspected something was going on with her, but if she’d needed money she could have asked me. I would have given it to her. I would have done anything to help her.
I lifted my hand, joining in on the bidding.
I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t let them have her. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let one of these men lay a finger on her.
I’d protect her innocence.
I’d keep her safe, even if it was from herself.
“Didn’t think you were going to bid,” Archer said as he sidled up to the bar next to me.
I didn’t answer him. I kept my eyes locked on the stage.
I wasn’t sure Jessica could see me past the lights shining in her face. She shifted anxiously on her feet and looked as if she desperately wanted to cover her body with her hands. I wished she would.
I’d thought about seeing her naked curves more times than I could count. It had filled endless fantasies I’d erected in the twelve months since she’d been at my company, but I never could have imagined the first time I’d see her it would be like this—on stage, selling herself to the highest bidder.
My hand went up again to make another bid.
The figure kept rising. Fifty grand, sixty, seventy. Money wasn’t an object. I had plenty of it and I’d pay whatever it cost to keep her safe. The other bidder finally bowed out at a hundred thousand dollars and the bid was closed.
I should have felt elated at winning her, but my mouth pulled into a tight line as I moved to the stage. My anger was growing. Why the fuck did she do this?