37. Sunny
37
SUNNY
“B ring her up—she’s next!” the MC tells Real Kane . My brother grabs me by my elbow and shoves me from the backstage area into the spotlight at center stage.
I can barely see the audience because of the brilliant light shining in my eyes— I vaguely make out that the auditorium is only about half full and every one of the men in the audience are wearing expensive suits. They’re also wearing masks—black half-masks that cover the top half of their face and leave only the mouth and chin bare.
I guess the masks are for anonymity. If these are all super rich Were men, they probably don’t want to be seen at what’s essentially a slave auction.
Speaking of that, at least my hands are uncuffed. But I still can’t run away—and not just because there are too many guards around. What I’m wearing is completely obscene and would get me either raped or arrested in a heartbeat. And that’s assuming I could find someone human to help me—which is really doubtful in this crowd.
I wish I could cover myself, but Real Kane already warned me not to.
“Hands to your sides, little sis,” he hissed in my ear as he shoved me on stage. “ Show off the goods. If nobody buys you tonight, you’re coming home with me and I’m going to fuck the shit out of you!”
That was enough to make me keep my hands to my sides. No matter who buys me, it has to be better than going back home with my sadistic big brother who apparently has no qualms at all about committing incest.
Still, I wish I could cover myself. The deep red gown I’m wearing has a plunging neckline that shows my breasts. And I mean the nipples too. In fact, I’m wearing a kind of demi-cup corset type garment which points my bare nipples up and out, so the nectar that keeps flowing from them drips on the ground at my feet instead of on the gown, which is apparently quite expensive.
Down below, the gown doesn’t get any better. It has a high slit up the front which puts my pussy on display as well as a split up the back, which shows my ass.
Instead of panties, Raymond made me put on a kind of harness with a single gold ring in the center. The ring fits around my clit and the straps spread me open, which lets my “honey flow freely” as he put it.
“The Alphas are going to want to see that you’re ripe for breeding,” he told me when I protested this obscene get-up. “ Believe me—you’ll be thanking me when you get bought by a billionaire who wants to spoil you.”
I don’t know about that. I don’t want to be bought by anyone—no matter how rich he is. I just want my old life back. But it doesn’t look like I’m going to get it, I admit to myself. Even if I was free to go, I couldn’t find what my body needs in Singing Rock .
I hate to admit it, but the “ Breeding Fever ” or “ Heat Fever ” as Raymond called it, has been growing in me. My breasts are full of nectar that needs to be sucked out and my pussy is so empty—it needs to be filled and knotted. I wouldn’t be able to find anyone in Singing Rock to breed me—not like I need to be bred with a thick knot inside me. Just the thought makes me shiver with unwanted lust.
“All right now folks, this is the one you’ve all been waiting for.” The MC’s voice cuts into my thoughts. “ A genuine Recessive Omega —this girl has been living in the human world with no idea of her Were status. This is her very first Heat Cycle —and as you can see, she’s deep into it.”
He throws out a hand, indicating my state and I can feel my cheeks getting hot as every eye in the audience examines my leaking breasts and slippery pussy. I wish the golden ring around my clit didn’t make it so noticeable!
“Be the very first to breed her!” the MC says. “ The very first to fill her pussy with your seed and plant your heir in her belly! Now —since she’s so special, I’m going to start the bidding at ten thousand.”
I bite my bottom lip as the bidding begins. The other girls were started at five hundred. I really must be a hot commodity. Who could have guessed that rich men from all over the world would bid for me, a lowly waitress without even a college education? I certainly wouldn’t have.
“Ten thousand and do I hear twenty? Twenty thousand, who’ll give me thirty?”
The bidding is brisk. I wonder who I’m going to end up with and if I can run away from him after he breeds me. But where can I go that a freaking billionaire can’t find me? He’ll have all the money and resources in the world and I have nothing at all—not even my cell phone or wallet.
“Fifty thousand, do I hear sixty?” the MC calls. “ Ah -ha—seventy-five from the gentleman in the corner.”
I squint to see who he’s talking about but all I can make out is a sea of faces, all covered in masks.
“Seventy-five and who’ll make it eighty?” the MC asks.
I bite my lip. Eighty thousand dollars would have changed my life if someone would have given it to me while I was still in Singing Rock . I could have redone my house and gotten that college degree I wanted. Hell , I might have had a little left over to open my own pie and pastry shop.
“Eighty thousand and who’ll give me ninety?” the MC asks. “ Ah —one hundred thousand from the gentleman in the corner.”
I feel another shiver run down my spine. The “gentleman in the corner” must really want me. None of the other girls they auctioned off sold for more than ninety thousand—that was the highest bid. But the bidding for me sales right over that mark and just keeps going higher and higher.
Two hundred thousand…three hundred thousand…five hundred thousand…
I can’t help believe the bidding is so high! A Recessive Omega really must be rare, like Raymond said. Then again, he’d told me he was a rare Male Omega and his bidding went high too.
“Don’t be surprised if you go for more than a million,” he told me as he sent me off with my brother. “ I did and that was years ago.”
At the time, I thought he was crazy. But as the bidding goes into astronomical territory, I begin to believe he might have been right.
And then it happens. The man in the corner—whoever he is, stands up and says in a firm, clear voice,
“I bid five million.”
A hush falls over the room and nobody moves. They’re probably afraid if they so much as twitch a muscle it will be seen as another bid and nobody wants to top that offer.
“Five million once,” the MC says. “ Five million twice…sold to the gentleman in the corner for five million dollars!”
A guard comes from the backstage area and, taking me by the elbow, hustles me down the stairs that lead from the stage to the main part of the auditorium. Before I know it, I’m being handed over to an extremely tall man—the man who bought me for five million dollars.
He’s tall, like I said, and muscular—the immaculate black tux he’s wearing can’t hide that. His dark brown hair is cut in a short, fashionable style but I can’t see his eyes—they’re hidden by the mask he wears.
“Come on,” he says to me, taking me by the hand. “ Let’s get out of here.”
“Wait!” I pull back against him, unwilling to just follow wherever he leads. I don’t care what he paid for me, I did not consent to be sold in the first place!
He turns to look at me, a frown playing over his sensual mouth. I wish he would take off the mask so I could see his face! He looks familiar but I’m sure I don’t know any six foot six-tall billionaires.
“What is it?” he asks me. “ Don’t you want to get out of this place?”
“I… I want to know your name,” I say in a voice that wavers more than I like. “ Please … I know you bought me but I didn’t know anything about the, uh, Were world until today. Also , I was kidnapped—it’s not like I asked to be sold.”
“I understand.” He nods. “ All right then. My name is Connor James Lowell the Third . There —satisfied?”
I nibble my bottom lip.
“Sort of. Why did you buy me? I mean, aside from me being a, uh, Recessive Omega . Or is that the only reason?”
“You’ll find out—but not here,” he says sternly. “ Now are you coming with me willingly or should I throw you over my shoulder?”
He looks like he could do it with no problem. I don’t like the idea of being carried like a sack of flour.
“I’ll come,” I say unwillingly. “ It’s just…we’re going through this whole crowd and look how I’m dressed.” I indicate my gown which shows my breasts and pussy and my new owner makes a sound like a hungry growl.
“Yes, I can see how you’re dressed,” he remarks, his eyes raking over me. “ But I like it that you don’t want anyone else looking at you now that you’re mine. So here.”
He takes off his extremely expensive tux jacket and drapes it around my shoulders. He’s so tall that it fits me almost like a trench coat. I put my arms through the sleeves gratefully and pull it close around me, being careful not to let the fabric rub my tender nipples.
The tux jacket smells like him—a warm, spicy scent that is somehow familiar. Do I know him? To be honest, he looks a little like Fake Kane . He’s got the height and the muscles, anyway.
But then I remember the beat-up pickup truck and the Walmart clothes. The shaggy hair and the way he was willing to work as a dishwasher and busboy. No …no way those two are the same person. No billionaire in the world would stoop to such manual labor.
“There—much better.” My new owner nods in satisfaction as I pull the jacket around me. He takes my hand again. “ Now come on—we don’t have all night!”
He tugs on my hand and I follow him this time without complaint. He pulls me through the vast auditorium and out into the night.
Apparently he owns me now. I guess I’m going home with him.