29. Pearl
Pearl
Another email popped up on my phone, so I threw it down on the couch and looked out the windows that lined my living room wall.
I had moved out of my apartment and into a nicer one. I had bought it outright. This place was officially mine, and while it wasn't as good as Emerson’s penthouse and was only a single bedroom, I enjoyed it.
I had one thing in this world to my name, and I was happy.
Or at least I should've been. Except for one thing.
Jax had texted me, letting me know Emerson had been released from the hospital. After that, she’d been very diligent about keeping me updated on Emerson’s life, but I had to ask her to stop after a while.
It was too hard.
I still stood by everything I’d said at the hospital. I knew how we felt about each other. But with each day that passed, I started feeling less and less confident that she would actually realize what she’d done.
And now the fucking emails.
Club Pétale was being relentless in their invitations.
They emailed me several times, they texted me, and I was sure that if I waited them out long enough, they would probably call me. Maybe even have one of them show up at my school.
For some reason, they really wanted me back.
It was tempting.
I had only been there on the night of the auction. It would be interesting to see what it looked like on a normal night. And they had another auction coming up.
Maybe this time I could even be in the crowd.
But the more I thought about it, the less I wanted to go.
There was no one for me besides Emerson. I knew that.
My eyes fell on the TV, but it couldn’t hold my attention these days. Nothing could.
I had decided to go back to school the week after Emerson kicked me out, hoping it would distract me. Unsurprisingly, that didn’t help.
Memories of Emerson with blood coming out of her mouth and splattered all over her face while she told me she loved me with her last breath were a constant. She was in my dreams. I relived the moment I almost lost her over and over.
Other times, I relived something else. Her whispers. Her insults. The way she knew just how to touch me. The feeling of her hands on my body as she pounded into me…
I let out a groan as heat flared in my belly.
I didn’t know what I was going to do without her. After knowing what we were like together, nothing else would do.
My phone buzzed, and one peek told me it was the club again.
Last chance! Auction tonight!
The ache between my legs grew.
I mean, I could just watch, right?
Emerson’s words hit me. Would you like to know what it’s like to be fucked in front of a crowd? To have everyone watch you pant and beg for me?
I wouldn’t be able to do that with anyone else, but I could be in the crowd as others did it. I could look at other people having pleasure all around me. Even having just been there once, I knew I’d feel free at the club. Freer than I’d felt ever since I’d left the hospital that day.
And that’s what sealed the deal for me.
Once again, I found myself lingering outside the club, watching others go inside, but this time, I felt more ready.
I’d picked a thin white dress that hugged my breasts, the fabric making it obvious I wasn’t wearing a bra.
It was mid-thigh length, and I’d paired it with matching white stockings that were attached to a garter belt around my waist. The mask on my face was also white.
I had money this time, so I could splurge a bit on an outfit.
Something that made the whole thing that much more exciting.
I wasn’t the same inexperienced girl. Emerson had changed me. She said I was the one who was going to turn her into a needy monster, but she had done that to me.
She opened me up to a world I never thought possible. And now that we weren’t together anymore, my body was begging for more.
The very same hostess was inside waiting for me, but since I already knew the drill, I skipped the small talk and headed straight inside.
I found myself wandering to the large room where the auction would be held, seeing it already in full swing. It was weird being on the other side of it.
When I’d been on stage, I didn’t realize just how many people were in there. The entire room was filled, all seats occupied, and they were all looking at the goods on stage. Just how many people could have bid on me and won me…
Wait. Did Emerson plan that? Did she know I would be at the auction?
Oh, I hoped I would have the chance to ask her that.
With that, I suddenly had this crazy idea to put myself back up for auction just to see if Emerson would show up. But just in case she didn't, I decided not to.
Just the thought of being with someone else was slightly nauseating, no matter how much my body was begging for it. It wanted Emerson, not just some rando.
I watched a few rounds, and like Sloan had said, no one had to worry about not being purchased. I briefly wondered if any of their nights would be as life-changing as mine had been, and I hoped so.
It was still crazy to me that one night had brought us together and changed everything.
With my head full of memories of us, I slowly made my way through the club, taking in everyone around me until I found myself drawn to the viewing hall. My breath caught, and heat went straight to my core when I saw what was going on.
I almost felt bad to stand there and watch, but when I saw the crowd and the smiles on the people up there, I realized that was what they wanted.
I stopped to look at one with three people in it.
The girl in the middle had her hands held by the person behind her, and they used them as leverage to pound into her with a fake cock.
There was another girl in front of her fucking her mouth with another fake cock, and the way she looked at her with so much devotion had my chest aching.
When she had made enough of a mess of herself, she was hoisted up, one arm wrapped around one girl’s shoulder as she was held with her legs wide open, fake cock visible to the audience.
The other girl got on her knees and started lapping at her clit.
Once she brought a bulbous-head vibrator into the mix, the sub couldn’t hold back anymore.
She threw her head back with a scream as she came.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Someone bumped against my back, but I didn’t even care. I was too enthralled by the three of them.
And then there was a voice at my ear.
“Enjoying yourself, pretty girl?”
I jumped, but I would know that voice anywhere. I tried to turn around to look at her, but her hands came to my shoulders, keeping me in place.
Tingles played on my skin wherever she touched. I leaned back, enjoying the heat radiating off her.
“Answer me,” she ordered as she nibbled on my ear.
“I am. Why do you ask?”
“What are you enjoying? Be specific.” It sounded like a command, and my body responded immediately. “Is it that people are watching? Is it that she’s being worshipped by two people? Would you like that?”
Her finger came up to graze over my dress, touching a nipple lazily. My heart raced in my chest. My breathing caught.
“What if I did? Would you be mad?”
Her hands traveled down my body to my thighs. She pushed up my dress as a hand traveled inward and up.
“Furious,” she said, her lips at my ear.
I let out a small moan.
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m game if you want to put on a show for them and let them know how hard I can make you come, but I won’t share you.”
“I don’t think you’re calling the shots anymore,” I said, and I had to suppress a groan because her hand was killing me. It was just short of where I needed it more, and she knew it too.
“You forget that the contract is still in place, my little slut.”
At that, she ran one finger over my pussy, and I shook all over. But when I tried to turn around again, she moved her finger inside my panties and rubbed it against my clit. My body was reacting, Leaning into her. I wanted so much more.
“It’s not going to be that easy, Emerson.”
I was lying through my teeth. I was soaked, she could feel it, and she’d barely touched me at all. I would do anything she wanted as long as she didn’t stop touching me.
But I didn’t only want to be her slut. I wanted to be hers.
So I gritted my teeth and tried to pretend that she wasn’t affecting me.
She took her other hand and moved it up, under my dress, until she found my nipple. And then she squeezed.
“I know,” she whispered, and I bit my lip not to moan as she worked both hands under my dress. I was so fucking close already. “I don’t want easy. I want you.”
My hands went up and around her neck as if they had a mind of their own. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my ass against her.
And then she inserted one finger inside me, and I gasped. People were all around us, but their eyes were on the others up there, not on us. But just like at her office, the idea of someone watching was… enticing.
“Did you hear me, Pearl?”
I nodded, and she added a second finger. Fuck, this was torture. I wanted to beg her to fuck me harder. For her to make me come on her fingers right there. I wanted people to see.
When she added a third, I was on the edge of a cliff, and I was going down.
“I love you, Pearl. I’ve always loved you. There’s no one else in the world for me.”
Her fingers were inside me, but her words were my undoing. I couldn’t stop my orgasm, and it hit me like a freight train. She kept fucking me through it as she kissed the underside of my ear over and over.
When I stopped shaking, she finally let me look at her.
“Say it again.”
“Let’s talk somewhere private, shall we?”
“No. Say it again. I want to look at you when you say it.”
She took off the mask she was wearing and didn’t hesitate.