Auction

Mattias gives me a brief nod and the hint of a smile. I get the feeling I might be okay. Maybe. I don't know. I am so confused by this treatment, and by the way I am reacting to it. What the sheriff did to me hurt. My pussy still aches. And yet, I am aroused. More aroused than I have ever been.

Do I want him?

Do I maybe even need him?

Is this what a man does to a woman?

"Almost a pity I sold you," he murmurs again. "But contracts are contracts, aren't they, girl?"

I don't know how to answer him, so I stare mutely as he pushes his thick finger in and out of me. Sensation is building; the same sensation that made me feel so very good when Mattias touched me, except now it is heightened, even more intense, because I do not like this man.

I do not like him at all, but I am going to come for him.

His fingers are working me toward an orgasm I don't understand, but can't resist. When his thumb taps the button of my clit, the same sore little place he spanked when I bit him, I explode into climax. My head falls back, my thighs shake, my senses whirl as I close my eyes and escape into pleasure.

When I open my eyes again, he is standing at the end of the bed. His hands are on his hips, his tall body casting a shadow over my quivering form.

"She comes nicely," the sheriff drawls to Mattias. "She won't have any problems with the others."

He looks down at me. Those silvery eyes that hold so much potential cruelty are pleased, for the moment. "You're going to take them eagerly, I reckon. They'll have you wet whether you like it or not."

I don't know what to say, or what to do with myself. I am at this beast's mercy. He owns me. He has sold me. More men will be coming to take me. And I will have no choice in it.

As the orgasm fades, panic starts to set in. This is not the life my mother or my father wanted for me. They gave me the gift of freedom and now I have squandered it. It is only a matter of time before that fragile piece of skin hiding up inside me is torn from me by a man I do not know, a man who wishes me to bear a child who will likewise never be free.

Pleasure means nothing in this moment, as I lie there under the gaze of a creature so foul he is barely human. Orgasm leaves me defiant. He can make me come, but he will not claim my soul. He will not win. And not a single one of the men he has sold me to will ever so much as lay a finger on me.

I was raised to protectmyself.

When the sheriff and Mattias leave, I make preparations to do just that. There are no weapons in the house, of course. No guns, but my father taught me to be resourceful. The sheriff used his fingers to take me to climax, but the cocks are coming. I have to be ready.

It takes a minute for Elias to run in, but in that minute, I have secreted the longest piece away in the bedding.

"What are you doing? Get away from that, you'll cut yourself," he chides me, swatting my butt to get me away from the broken bits. I let him shoo me away. I already have what I need.

Elias begins cleaning up, while I sit there on the bed and watch him, wondering why he does this. Why do any of these men allow the sheriff to rule over them? Don't they also want to be free?

"What happened here?" Mattias asks the question as he enters the room.

"Vase fell over."

He quirks a brow at me. "Vases don't just fall over, Trissa."

"This one did."