Chapter 7
Haley
Now, most of the auction is a blur in my mind.
I was stunned, scared, and hesitant at first, but Gustav was right.
I warmed up as the minutes ticked past, and decided to be a horny little slut just to be perverse.
I’d show Gustav that I’m the one in control of my body, and I didn’t just diddle my twat with the small dildo; I stretched out my ass with the silver bullet.
Now, I’ve been purchased for an ungodly sum, and wait in a dressing room for my buyer to claim his prize.
“You did wonderful, Miss Monroe,” Katie the spa attendant from before murmurs with admiration in her eyes. “They told me it was a new club record!”
“So you know what happened,” I state in a flat tone.
The plump young woman nods.
“Yes, because I’ve worked with a lot of ladies before.
I don’t mean to be Pollyanna, but by and large, the women at the Citadel enjoy being auctioned.
Without fail, they walk away rich, and not only that, but several of the women have met and married their billionaires buyers.
Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” the spa attendant asked, practically clapping her hands with excitement.
“Maybe you could even hold your wedding right here, at the Citadel. It would be such a special event.”
I smile wanly at her.
“No, I don’t think that’s happening for me,” I say in a slow tone. “I’m just here to make money.”
“And that’s okay!” Katie chirps in a cheerful tone. “That’s a totally legitimate reason as well.”
Suddenly, a knock sounds on the door and the plump young woman perks up, a smile lighting her face.
“Your buyer’s arrived,” she whispers with excitement.
“That’s my cue to vamoose.” Then, she grabs her jacket and work bag, and nods at me.
“Enjoy yourself, Miss Monroe,” she murmurs before scurrying to the door and opening it.
“Welcome, Sir,” she greets the dark, ominous figure hidden behind the slab.
“Miss Monroe is ready for you. I was just leaving.”
Then, with one last backwards wave, Katie vanishes from the dressing room and a huge man steps inside. I sense, rather than feel, his presence because I’m so embarrassed that I can’t look up.
“Welcome,” I say in a wooden voice, still staring at the floor. “Congratulations on your purchase. I hope you enjoyed your time at the auction.”
There’s a pregnant pause and then a deep male voice.
“Haley, is that any way to greet your stepfather? Or should I say, ex-stepfather?”
With that, my eyes fly up, my expression astonished because before me is none other than Chase Wheaton himself. At first, I don’t compute.
“What are you doing here, Daddy?” I stammer, cheeks flushing.
“I didn’t know you were a member of the Citadel!
” I gasp while pulling the lapels of my thin silk dressing gown closer.
Oh my god, he can probably see everything because the material is pink, slippery, and highlights my big bust. Not only that, but it stops right at the tops of my thighs, revealing my long legs.
Yes, I’m wearing a tiny g-string beneath the robe, but there’s no bra, and my feet are currently pushed into sparkly high heels adorned with feathers.
Katie said the feathers add to the overall “boudoir” look, and I reluctantly acquiesced.
But Chase merely smiles wolfishly at me, those blue eyes gleaming.
“I’ve been a member of the Citadel for a long time,” he drawls in a silky tone.
“I didn’t come very frequently in the past, but you know that my company’s taken off, right?
AI is everywhere these days, which means my face is in the news.
As a result, I need somewhere private and discreet to while away my time, and the Citadel is perfect for that. ”
I stare at him.
“So you’ve been a member for a while.”
Chase stares right back at me, the corner of his mobile mouth twitching.
“Yes, I have,” he says in a light tone. “I was at the auction tonight, Haley. I must say I was surprised when you stepped into the limelight because I’m not sure what would drive a quality young woman like yourself to sell your curves.
But hey, different strokes for different folks, and you and I haven’t spoken in years.
I have no idea what you’ve been up to, Haley, but I’m interested in finding out how you got to this point. ”
At that, my mouth snaps shut because this man is the enemy!
“You left my mother,” I say in an accusatory tone. “Brenda was going through a medical crisis, and you left her! What does that say about you? I guess marriage vows don’t mean much to a billionaire like you, do they?”
At that, his jaw tightens, and the skin around his temples flexes a bit. But Chase maintains his equanimity.
“I did divorce your mother,” he says in a slow tone. “But there’s more to it than you think. You can’t see inside someone’s marriage, Haley,” he says, his tone oddly dangerous. “So don’t judge without knowing the facts.”
But I already know all I need to know and lean forward with angry spots on my cheeks.
“What I know is that my mom suffered a terrible back injury that she never recovered from. She blew up like a balloon from all the drugs they pumped into her, and started resembling a pincushion. No, it wasn’t pretty.
No, Brenda didn’t like it, but that doesn’t mean that divorce was the answer.
Husbands and wives are supposed to stick it out, through sickness and through health!
What part of your marriage vows did you not understand? ”
By now, Chase is angry too, with harsh streaks on those high cheekbones. He holds one big hand up, telling me to stop.
“You don’t know what happened in my marriage,” he rasps. “Don’t leap to conclusions.”
But I’m beyond angry at this point, and jump to my feet.
“You don’t leap to conclusions,” I spit right back.
“You know what? This isn’t going to work.
I’ll inform the club that you and I just don’t get along, and that they need to refund your money.
I’m sure you can find another playmate to suck your dick, Mr. Wheaton.
” Then, I begin to look around, searching for my phone.
“Stupid cell,” I mutter. “Why is it that I can never find it when I need it—”
But that’s when I’m pulled off my feet. Literally, one moment I was surveying the small dressing room, and in the next, I was literally yanked into the air and plastered against a big male body.
“Mmmph!” I squeak as Chase’s lips slam onto mine. “Ummmph!” To be honest, his kiss hurts. He’s relentless and aggressive, and his tongue pushes against the seam of my lips before pressing into my mouth. “Mmmph!” I squeal again in protest, my small hands beating against his wide chest. “Ummmph!”
But the billionaire takes no prisoners. He’s commanding, masterful, and within seconds, he’s coaxed my mouth open and seized the air from my lungs. My big breasts are pressed flat against his wide chest, and he lifts me up with his big hands beneath my ass, before circling my legs around his waist.
“Brat,” he curses when we finally come up for air, those blue eyes dangerous. “You get what you deserve.”
I’m already heady with desire, my curves going soft and melty as I cling to his muscled torso. Oh my god, what’s going on? This man is my evil stepfather who broke my mother’s heart. He left us as paupers, and I shouldn’t be kissing him, much less enjoying it.
But Chase has other ideas, and within seconds, he’s stalked into the adjoining room and deposited me onto the huge bed. I bounce breathlessly, my tits jiggling as he rips away my silk robe with one hand before appraising my lush curves with bright blue eyes.
“Yessss,” he hisses. “So beautiful.”
I’m about to protest when he flips me over onto my stomach, pressing me into the mattress. Literally, I can’t breathe and let out a muffled scream, but then he relents and I’m able to turn my head to the side as he strips my g-string off.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he bites out with appreciation while staring at my swollen pinkness. Then, the billionaire bunches the wet panties into his hand before pressing the gusset to his nose and taking a deep inhale of my female fluids. “Fuuuuck,” he moans throatily. “Shit shit shit.”
Oh my god, Chase is so depraved! Who even does this? This isn’t some prison scenario where an inmate’s sniffing the panties of his girlfriend. This is my stepfather! But Chase is a dirty asshole because before I realize it, he’s leaned over and crammed the g-string between my lips.
“Mmph!” I shriek with surprise, eyes going wide. “Ummmph!”
“That’s right,” he rasps in a deep voice. “I don’t want to hear that bratty mouth while I’m fucking you.”
I do everything I can to spit the panties out.
I gurgle, I gasp, and I literally try to push them out with my tongue, but to no avail.
Meanwhile, Chase chuckles at my efforts before seizing my ankles and pulling me down the bed to get me arranged the way he wants.
He spreads my thighs, and takes a long look at me from the back.
“Fuck, your asshole’s tight,” he moans, skimming this thumb over the pink pleats. “But we’re going to go for pussy first. Is that something you’d like, Haley? Is your cunt begging for a deep, hard dicking to feel satisfied?”
Of course, I can’t answer because of the panties stuffed in my mouth, but Chase merely chuckles again, before dipping his head to lick between my thighs.
A scream of pleasure tears from my throat then.
I can’t help it because it feels so good to have a man’s mouth on my cunt that I wail to the heavens, tears in my eyes.
“Mmmph!” is my delighted cry, hot juices flowing from my secret space to coat his jaw. “Ummmph!”