Sold to Him

Slowly, he walks in a circle around me, taking in absolutely everything. His gaze is so intense that I have the squeeze my thighs together to quiet the humming between my legs.

“Turn around,” he rasps. “Let me see the goods.”

Normally, I’d be offended. I’m not a doll to do his bidding! But his voice is commanding, unwavering, and sexy as hell, and I do as he says without so much as a thought in the opposite direction. His eyes fall on me and I know I should feel self-conscious. Typically, I would, but right now I’m nothing but turned on beyond words.

“Take it off.” His eyes find mine now, looking at me intently.

“The dress?” I breathe, my eyes going wide.

Oh no. This isn’t happening. First, I find out it’s not a job interview for a companion, but rather an auction for billionaires. Now, this man wants me to get naked. This isn’t a stripper job, is it?

What’s worse is that I find myself oddly titillated by the thought. I’m dying to strip everything off and beg him to take me right here. His control is alluring. I can sense his hunger, yet he stands before me in complete control, and it’s sexy as hell.

“Let me see, sweetheart.” His voice is warm on my shoulder as he growls, the words a plea and a command in one. “It’s part of the process.”

Slowly, I pull one spaghetti strap down my shoulder, then the other. The gold on the fabric glimmers as it falls to my sides. Mr. Knight steps closer as I struggle to contain my breasts in my hands. They’re so heavy and my nipples are hard as icicles.

“Keep going,” he says through clenched teeth.

Wait a minute. Is he getting upset? Or is he fantastically aroused?

Quickly, I pull the dress down my sides, shimmying from side to side as I stretch the thin fabric over my ass. Once I finish, I kick the fabric from the podium, standing before Mr. Knight in nothing but my five-inch stilettos.

“Fuck,” I hear behind me.

His presence is heavy, all-encompassing, and I feel him all around me as my body comes alive for him. Every one of my senses is awake, my hormones raging. It’s overwhelming and I can’t get the thought of him devouring me out of my mind

His body moves around my side, and from my peripheral vision, I see the pink of his tongue before his white teeth bite down on his bottom lip.

What’s happening? The look on his face is growing stronger by the second but I can’t think of anything to say despite the awkwardness of the silence.

“Like I said, you’re going to be sold. It’s my job to make sure that you fetch the highest price. You do want that, right? Make money? Because trust me, if you play your cards right, you can easily make six figures at the Billionaires Club,” he mentions casually. But my eyes almost pop out of my head.

“Six figures?” is my gasp. That amount of money would change my life and solve every problem I have. This could be even better than the opportunity the girl at school bragged about. Maybe this is my ticket out of the hood, to give Mickey the better life that he deserves and pay Nana back for everything she’s done for us.

Whatever it takes, I’m going to get this position. Suddenly, I desperately want in on that auction, but first, I have to pass this part of the interview by enticing Mr. Knight. I’ll do whatever it takes to do so.

“Come closer,” he rasps.

I’m drawn to him and do as he commands, offering myself to his judgment as he looks over me. My eyes drift down until I land on the thick outline of his cock pressing against his pants.

Oh god! He’s huge and aroused, the bulge impossible to miss and almost wrapping around his waist. I feel the buzzing between my legs. I should be embarrassed standing here, being judged naked as an aroused alpha male looks me over. But instead, I feel empowered and sensual. This is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen and he can’t keep his eyes off me.

“Fuck!” Mr. Knight groans and before I can move, his mouth is on my breast, sucking my nipple so hard I squeal in response.

“I can’t stop myself,” he whispers, his breath tickling the skin of my breast and causing a chill to go through me. His mouth is on mine before I can utter a word, his tongue strong and dominating, just like him. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

With his hand gripping my curls, he tilts my mouth to best accommodate his tongue. My pussy is drawn to him as my hips unconsciously rotate, seeking his shaft. His free hand drops to my ass, gripping the milky flesh aggressively as his erection presses hard against my stomach. Even the podium and high heels combined don’t make us equal in height. This man is massive in every way, and I love it.