Auction

"She's shown promise, sir," Mattias says, rubbing his hand back and forth over my slit gently. It's a soothing, possessive stroking, which has an undeniable effect on my body.

"Oh, yeah, there she goes. Those hips are dancing," the sheriff rumbles. "She'll do that so nicely on a cock."

More embarrassment floods my system.

"She will," Mattias says, patting just above my clit. "She's quite responsive, when she's not terrified. Feisty too. She's going to need a lot of handling and a lot of discipline."

"Is that right? She seems pretty quiet right now."

"You're more intimidating than I am."

"I sure fucking hope so," the sheriff laughs.

It seems like a jab at Mattias, and I don't like that.

"Parking warden," I curse under my breath.

"What did she just say?"

Mattias' hand stops, clasping my pussy lightly. "Parking warden," he says. "She's been led to believe it's a curse, I believe."

"Income tax!" I growl at him. I don't like being made fun of.

The sheriff snorts.

My father taught me all the worst words in the world. Income tax was a phrase he almost never used, only at the very worst of times. I expected it to have more effect.

"Damn if I don't want to be inside that cunt," he says, his eyes darkening again as Mattias rubs me between my legs. "She needs to be broken in before she starts being bred."

I start to squirm. The way he speaks. The way they both speak, it is as if I have no rights. I am a thing to be used, for the sheriff's pleasure, and then his profit.

"You know why I give you the girls," he says. "I don't usually have patience for the virgins. But I want this one. I want this one now."

"She is yours."

I look at Mattias with wide eyes. What is he doing?

"She is. You get on out of here. I want to spend some time with her."

"No!" I don't want Mattias to leave, but he follows orders and does as he's told. I know he doesn't have a choice. I know there are a thousand men waiting to kill on the sheriff's command, but I cling to him as he gets up to leave.

"Be a good girl," he murmurs to me.

The sheriff is taking off his shirt as Mattias walks out the door. Oh, god. Oh, my fucking god. His body looks hard as iron, the musculature of his stomach is rippled and he has black curling hair across his chest.

I feel that little tingle between my legs as he crouches down over the bed like a predator and crawls up toward me.

"Easy," he growls, as I try to squirm away. He captures me by the wrist and keeps me in place as he covers my body with his own, lowering his face to mine.

The sheriff takes his time with the kiss, lets me sink into it, lets my body respond. His tongue laps against mine, his lips caressing my mouth. He is skilled at this and slowly I begin to lose myself in it.

"There you go," he rumbles, glancing down to where my pussy is pressed against his thigh. I am rubbing myself against him, even though he is cruel. Even though his plans for me are unthinkably vile.

He looks down into my eyes, his fingers stroking lightly through the hair at the front of my scalp.

"What do you think, princess? Are you ready to be bred?"

"Nossir," I whisper back to him. My nipples are being tickled and stimulated by the dark mat of chest hair above them.

"Are you ready to be fucked?"

"Nossir."

"What are you ready for?"

I don't know the answer to that. While I try to think of one, he lowers his salt and pepper head and his mouth finds my left nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

The sensation shoots straight down to my pussy, making my hips jolt.

"I think you are ready to be fucked and bred," he growls softly. "I think you're ready to take my cock."

I'm not ready. Not in any way. But he is the one in control, and he rears up onto his knees, his hands going to his belt to free an erection that makes me gasp.

It is at least ten inches long, and thick in proportion. It is huge. It is a hard monster, and I know there is no way that it will ever fit inside me.