Virginity Sold : A Night To Remember Auction

19. Elena

Istretch my arms above my head as I yawn. I haven’t slept this well in… ever, actually. My core aches, and it takes me a moment to remember where I am and what happened last night.

I sit up slowly and look around. It’s quiet and no one’s here.

Blowing out a breath, I drift back to the memories of last night. I sold my virginity and lost it. In just another day, I’m going to return to Club Lust, only to leave the building alone, but five hundred thousand dollars richer.

I press my legs together. The way they teased and commanded me was more than I ever imagined. Not to mention, I found pleasure in relinquishing control to them and becoming what they wished.

So many questions are running through my mind. Do I stay here? Go and find them? What do I wear? The only clothes I have are what I wore to the club and I don’t even know where they put the bag.

Scanning the room, I see a shirt lying on the floor. It has to belong to one of them, and it would swallow me, but it’s either that or walk out of this room buck naked.

I take my time and slide across the bed, swinging my legs over the edge and placing my feet on the soft carpeted floor. The ache is present with every move. Bending over, I pick up the shirt and pull it over my head. It falls to mid-thigh, giving me the same coverage as a dress.

I’m scared, nervous, and excited. Can one person be with all three men at the same time? When I open the door, their deep muffled voices echo from further in the penthouse. I can’t make out what they”re saying or who”s speaking, but there are three distinct voices. So I know they’re all here.

I’m so anxious and eager to see them this morning that I’m not paying attention and bump into a table, sending the vase of flowers on it crashing to the floor.

“Little Mouse, no need to sneak around,” Liam’s deep, commanding voice booms from the kitchen.

“I’m not… I just… shit.” I’m so on edge right now. Kneeling down, I start to clean up the mess.

“Get up, Elena,” Killian says from behind me. “Go eat. We’ll clean this up. Be careful where you step.”

“Okay,” comes out in a squeak as I stand. Stepping around the shattered glass, I continue to the kitchen. A small sliver of fear courses through me that they’ll be upset. The thought has me nauseous.

What’s happening to me?

“Sit down, Little Mouse, you need to eat. Then you’ll go wait for me in the bedroom, just like I discussed with you last night.”

“Yes, Sir.” I lower my head and take a seat at the table. Kyrian places a plate in front of me, before running his hand along my hair and leaning down, kissing the top of my head.

“Do you want coffee, juice, water?” Kyrian asks sweetly.

“Coffee, please.” I pick up the fork and poke at the eggs on my plate. They’ve never been my favorite, but when I see the slices of bacon, I perk up.

“Eat,” Liam orders, startling me. I stab a piece of egg and put it in my mouth, chewing quickly.

He takes a seat across from me and begins to eat also. Every few bites I glance up, taking the few stolen seconds to study him. He’s handsome with gray—almost silver—hair, and a slight salt-and-pepper beard that’s trimmed to perfection. He’s dressed more casually than last night, his short-sleeve shirt showing off his forearms covered with interlinking tattoos. Liam keeps a stern look on his face. Does he ever smile? He hasn’t since I met him last night.

Once I’m full, I lower my fork to the plate and pick up the mug, drinking some of the coffee. It tastes so much better than the instant no name brand I make at home. Guess money can purchase a better dose of morning caffeine.

“If you’re done, then go wait for me in the bedroom, Elena.” Liam leans back in his chair as he drinks his coffee, his eyes focused on me.

“Yes, Sir.” Scooting the chair back, I stand up, keeping my eyes down to the floor, and swiftly walk back to the room.

The whole time I repeat the steps in my head of how I’m to be waiting for him, needing to make sure I do everything exactly like he asked.

As soon as I step inside the room, I take hold of the bottom of the shirt, pull it over my head and drop it on the floor. But I immediately freeze and reach down, picking up the shirt. Folding it, I place it on one of the chairs.

I can see Liam coming in and getting angry at me for being messy. I want to be perfect for him, and I don’t know why.

The pillow I kneeled on last night is still there on the floor in front of his chair. I lower my body onto it, bowing my head and placing my hands on my thighs, palms up, and wait.

Once I’m kneeling, I notice I left the door ajar.

Is that okay? Should it be shut?

I want to jump and run over there to shut it, but I’m too afraid of not being in position when he walks in. I’d rather face his displeasure over the door being opened than not presenting myself as he requested.

I can hear their voices drifting into the room through the open door. One of them laughs, and it’s so joyful I can’t help but smile. I can tell in just this short time they love and care for each other, and probably even have family dinners together. I’d give anything for that. To have a family that actually loves and cares for each other. Not the fucked up one that I have.

A lone tear escapes, sliding down my cheek. I don’t wipe it away. I can’t. The need to please him is so great.

But he doesn’t come. I wait and wait and nothing. My body begins to ache, sitting like this for so long. I want to stand up and stretch.

But Liam would be mad, and I wouldn’t earn his praise.

My eyes grow heavy, and my head begins to bob.

How long have I been sitting here? It’s quiet outside the room and I start to worry they have left until I hear the faint sound of a news channel on television.

Is this a test? Does he want to see how well I’ll listen? How patient I”ll be?

I push all the questions and pain away. I can do this. I need to.

Then the sounds of shoes on the hardwood floor ring out. He’s coming. My heart begins to race and a surge of energy hits me. I straighten my posture and take a deep breath.

He steps inside the room but doesn’t say a word, and I don’t look up. I’m to remain like this unless he tells me otherwise.

“Very good, Little Mouse.” He doesn’t tell me to look up, so I don’t. Clothes rustling is the only sound in the room. Is he finally going to give me a glimpse of his naked body?

He steps up beside me, and out of the corner of my eye, I see his bare feet and legs. Is he completely naked? The rebellious part of me wants to say fuck it and look, but I don’t.

The weight of his hand rests on my head as he gently caresses my hair. “Such a good girl. Keep it up and I’ll give you a reward. Does my little mouse want to come? Is her pussy needy, craving me to take it?”

Do I answer him? Fuck, what do I do? “You can answer, Little Mouse.” His seductive voice sends a shiver through me as he lifts his hand, leaving me wanting more.

“Yes, Sir.”

He moves in front of me. “Look up.” I slowly tilt my head up, my hair falling back out of my face as I get my first look at him.

I swallow at the sight. There’s not an ounce of fat on him. His arms are covered in tattoos, not just the forearm that I saw earlier. His chest is splattered in silver hair and fuck me, I like it.

He’s gripping his dick in his fist, stroking up and down the shaft. Fuck, he’s huge, and it’s beautiful. Can a penis be beautiful?

“Little Mouse, you’re going to take my cock as I fuck your mouth with it. You’re going to take every inch and swallow down my cum like a good little girl. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir, but I don’t know how.” I’m scared that I’m going to screw up.

“Just don’t use your teeth, relax your throat and jaw and suck it like a popsicle. Now raise up on your knees.” He takes his cock and runs the tip along my mouth. “Open up, Little Mouse.”

My lips part, allowing him to slide his huge cock inside. I gag at first, then remember what he said and relax the muscles in my throat, allowing him to go deeper.

He takes hold of my hair, wrapping it around his hand, and he thrusts, pushing his dick in and out of my mouth. I feel like I’m choking, but I can’t stop. I want to reach out and grip his hips, but I keep my hands down by my sides.

“Your mouth is amazing, Little Mouse. You’re doing such a good job, and with practice, you’ll only get better.” With each thrust, my pussy throbs, aching to be touched.

When he finally stills, ropes of hot cum shoot down my throat. I swallow, trying to savor as much of the salty mixture as I can.

He pulls out and I take my first big breath through my mouth.

“Such a good girl. Now let”s make that pussy feel good.”