Buy Me 2 (Mistress Auctions 2)

Since I found out she was going to be in the auction, I made sure to arrange everything to be perfect. I don’t want all those plans to go to waste because I can’t control myself. I’ve been obsessing over her for so long, and I’m almost there. Just a little longer.

We pull up outside the Snake Eyes casino. I get out of the limo first and offer my hand to Mandy, helping her step out. She still has the bag that Samantha gave her, and I grab it for her. She’s still only in her robe and heels. She’s covered, but I don’t like how exposed she is. I walk with her as before, holding her hand behind my back, letting her follow behind me, shielding her from view. I move us quickly through the casino, not wanting to risk anyone seeing her dressed like this. I pull her to the private elevator that leads to the floor she stayed on during her tenure with me, but this time instead of going to her room, I’ll take her to mine.

Pulling her into the elevator, I turn around and see Cupid watching us from the lobby. He nods as the door closes, letting me know all is taken care of. We ride in silence to the top floor, and I hold her hand the entire time. Once we stop, I pull her out of the elevator and down the small hallway to my door.

I close the door behind us and lock it, pulling her to through my home to the master bedroom. I can’t focus on anything but getting her where I want her.

I open the door and let Mandy walk through. My bedroom is a lot like my office—blacks and reds everywhere. The carpet is a thick black shag that is soft enough to sleep on. The walls are draped in blood red fabric, and a four-poster bed is in the middle of the room, covered in the same material. Hidden in each post of the bed is a range of harnessing devices and accoutrements. Above the bed is a giant mirror surrounded by a black metallic frame. The only light in the room comes from the dimmed chandelier hanging above us. The windows on the back wall are blacked out, keeping hidden the lights from the bustling city below.

I had the room designed with the two of us in mind. When I found out she was entering into the Mistress Auction, I had this room completely renovated for her. I want everything to be perfect when I take her for the first time.

Mandy walks over and stands in front of the bed, and I open the bag Samantha gave her, removing the angel wings. I had requested whatever costume she was dressed in to be sent with her, and this is all too perfect. I’m dressed as the devil in a room that looks like Satan’s sleeping chamber. And I intend on spoiling this perfectly innocent angel before me.

I slowly walk up behind her and get as close as possible without touching her.

“Remove the robe, kitten,” I whisper against her neck.

I practically see the chill move down her body, and with just a slight hesitation, she does as I ask. I hold out the wings and help her put them on, and then take a step back.

“Turn around.”

When she does, I feel a sinister smile creep across my face as I stand back and look at my prize.

5

Mandy

I’m fucking livid, but even worse than that, I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my whole life. I wanted to smack him right across the face when we got into the limo. Then I thought I should give him what he wants before he can order me to do it. I wanted to beat him to the punch and have it be on my terms. When he stopped me from trying to give him a blow job, I was so embarrassed, and a true moment of uncertainty hit me. Maybe sex wasn’t part of why he bought me. Maybe he didn’t want me in that way. I thought maybe this was still all about my brothers. But then he started snapping orders, and a whole different feeling came over me.

His tone was unlike his normal one. I’d heard him be short with people on multiple occasions when I worked for him, but this was different. Each command shot through my body as if each vein were a live wire. I didn’t want to do what he said, but my body betrayed me. Maybe it’s because I now belong to him. He owns my body this time around, and if he wants to use it he can. I wonder if I would have felt this way if someone else had bought me. The idea of being owned seems to turn me on more. I don’t know why I never considered it that way before I went on stage, but now it’s all I can think about. I’m his to do with as he pleases, and the thought makes me clench my jaw.

His eyes roam over my body, and my nipples respond to his stare. His look is hungry, and I suddenly feel like I’m being stalked. My reaction to him is unsettling because I don’t have any control over it. I must have starved my body of sexual attraction for too long and now it’s going crazy. It doesn’t help that no one has ever looked at me the way he does. Seeing his reaction feels a little empowering.

I fight the urge to cover myself with my hands, knowing he’ll only make me remove them. He would give me an order that I would instantly follow, and then wonder why it turned me on. I’m quicker to jump to his commands, and this makes me uncomfortable. I’ve always felt attraction to Charles, but now it seems my body is dying to get closer to him. It’s the exact opposite of what I was doing when I worked with him.