I licked the lips he’d just coated with himself, and apparently, that was the final straw. He shoved himself in to the root, his balls slapping my chin.
And he unloaded down my throat.
I swallowed convulsively. Swallow after swallow of him. But he dragged himself out while he was still coming, so his cum dribbled onto my chin and down my chest.
The crowd around us roared as he rubbed himself all over me, claiming and marking me in the most primitive way possible.
Then, as before, as soon as he was done, he zipped himself back up. I barely even saw him whip out a pocket knife. The ropes binding my wrists to my ankles were slashed, and I was released. But when I turned to look behind me, Emmett was already gone, back into the crowd.
I swallowed hard, his essence still salty on my tongue, blinking and feeling overwhelmed by all that was happening. But I would hold strong.
Because there was at least still one more part of me to be auctioned off.
My pussy went for ten million dollars.
Again to Emmett.
There was a moment when the auctioneer had paused at two million when I thought Emmett would bow out, but then he came in with that astounding number.
Tonight, he spent twelve million dollars on me. Money that went to the Order, I supposed. Money that was pocket change to Emmett but would have been life changing for me. I still had no clue what was going to come of all of this, but by the time Emmett climbed back up on the platform and told me to lie down with my arms and legs spread, I couldn’t care.
Master was here, and that was all that mattered in this moment.
He stood tall as he towered over my prone and spread-out body. He wasn’t looking at me; his eyes were out on the crowd.
“I want to call on my brothers to assist me. Montgomery. Beau. Rafe. Walker. Come here. Each of you, hold down one of her limbs. Grab an ankle or wrist. Hold her still while I claim my ten-million-dollar prize.”
I felt my face flame as murmurs went through the crowd. I lifted my head just the littlest bit and saw movement around the room. Oh my God, was he serious? He was going to have our old school friends lay hands on me while he… while he fucked me?
This was taking voyeurism to the next level.
But apparently none of the men complained, because one by one, I felt a manly hand clamp around each of my appendages. It was my left ankle first. Then my right. Then a hand grabbed my wrist. I looked up, and pure embarrassment flashed through me to see Walker St. Claire holding one wrist and Montgomery Kingston taking the other.
Montgomery held my wrist but averted his eyes. Walker didn’t bother. He glanced down at me and grinned, only looking away when Emmett approached. Emmett pulled his dress shirt off over his head and threw it to the ground beyond the podium. But he didn’t remove his pants, just unbuttoned them again and shoved them down past his ass.
And somehow, he was fully erect again. He was the only man I’d ever been with who could accomplish this. It had only been maybe ten minutes since he’d last come, and yet here he was again, hard as ever.
“How does it feel, little girl, to have other men’s hands on you while I fuck you?” he whispered in my ear as he eased his body over mine. “Be honest now.”
I sucked in a breath. “Strange. But n-not bad. I only want you inside me though.”
He didn’t waste time. After all the other pageantry of the evening, he just grabbed his cock and guided it inside me.
He looked down and to both sides. “Hold her open for me. A little wider.”
The hands holding my ankles adjusted, stretching me wider. I gasped as Emmett’s hips slid in a little closer, his cock notching that much deeper inside me.
“Pull those legs wide. Up toward her head.”
The hands holding my ankles did, manhandling me while Emmett held himself up with his strong biceps and pumped into me.
“Anyone else who wants can take turns holding my pet down,” Emmett said to the crowd at large. “But hands only. I’m the only cock fucking her.”
My eyes widened, and Emmett smiled down at me. And the thing was, I didn’t think he was doing this for revenge. Yeah, he might still be pissed at me, and maybe this was a test… but he also still really got off on this.
He was one kinky motherfucker, and this right here, having an entire room at his command while getting to show off his prowess over me—this was Emmett as he was always meant to be. Commanding. In control.