The Billionaire's Auction (M/f BDSM Erotic Romance)
Sexually unfulfilled, Jane has finally worked up the courage to go to a sex club where the wealthy elite gather to bid on young women for a night of domination and passion. Submitting to the stern authority of her mystery buyer, Jane learns things about herself that she never knew, but will just one night satisfy his appetite? 7200 words of bondage, domination, and secret fantasies realized! More
Sexually unfulfilled, Jane has finally worked up the courage to go to a sex club where the wealthy elite gather to bid on young women for a night of domination and passion. Submitting to the stern authority of her mystery buyer, Jane learns things about herself that she never knew, but will just one night satisfy his appetite? 7200 words of bondage, domination, and secret fantasies realized!
I heard the faint voices of the crowd coming from somewhere, but I couldn’t tell where, and I couldn’t hear anything else. Am I in one of those private booths? The air conditioning was on, and after the heat of the spotlights, this room was downright frigid in comparison. I held my arms together across my tummy, feeling goose bumps rise up on my soft skin, and my erect nipples poked into the padding of my bra. I couldn’t tell if it was from the cold, or from the excitement. After a while, I moved my hands up to the blindfold, thinking that I was maybe supposed to prepare myself for my buyer somehow.
“I will tell you want to remove and when.” My hands shot back down to my sides. It was the deep voice of my mysterious buyer, only a few feet in front of me. He had the same tone of calm, unquestioned authority: not cruel, but not to be denied.
“Yes, sir,” I responded. Knowing that he was somewhere in the room without being able to see him was driving me wild. For a moment, all I could hear with my own ragged breathing. Then, I heard quiet footsteps in the carpet behind me. I didn’t want to turn, but my body began to move on instinct to face him. I didn’t get far, however, before I felt his hands on my arms, holding me in place facing away from him. I gasped involuntarily. His skin was soft, but his hands were huge, and his fingers circled around my skinny biceps with ease.
“You’re beautiful, Jane. Do you know that?” His voice was behind me and above my head - he must be tall, much taller than me, even with the heels.
“Thank you, sir.” I could feel the heat of his body on the skin of my shoulders and back that my dress left uncovered. His cologne was a spicy, exotic note in the air. I quivered with anticipation, made all the stronger by the blindfold.
His hands began to move slowly up my arms. Like his voice, his grip was strong without being overpowering - he kept me from moving not by force, but by the unspoken aura of his authority. I wanted so badly to remove the blindfold and turn to face him, but I wouldn’t dream of moving until he told me to.
“Why did you come here tonight, Jane?” He reached my shoulders, and pulled one strap of my dress off. “You aren’t like the girls who usually come to these auctions.” His breath was warm as it rolled across my bare shoulder and over the tops of my breasts.
Is it that obvious? Do I stand out that much? Did I do something wrong? I felt so exposed - I wasn’t even sure if we were alone, or if I was being watched by the entire club right now. Is he going to punish me? My clit throbbed at the thought of those broad hands smacking my ass, hard. “I’m sorry, sir.”
He laughed; a rich, knowing sound that said he was in complete control here, although I had no doubts. “Don’t be.” The other strap of my dress rolled off of my other shoulder, and he gently pulled the down and off of my body, revealing my underwear to whoever was watching. When my dress had been kicked aside, his hands came back up my sides, sending lightning bolts up my spine. “If you weren’t different from all the rest, you wouldn’t be here now.” His hands began to come together across my chest, his fingers stopping just at the edge of my bra. I craved his touch, which was so very close, and yet so far away. “Do you want to be here right now, Jane?” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes, sir.” My voice broke, straining under the weight of yearning building up inside me.