Auction

"It will hurt again if you behave that way again. But it does not have to hurt. We are not here to make you feel bad. We are all going to feel very, very good."

He is painfully handsome. There is a symmetry to his features, a regal elegance that makes me tingle low in my belly, even in this miserable state. His eyes are beautiful, they glow with an amber hue that leaves me weak with something like desire—but how can I feel arousal after that humiliating punishment?

Alexios and Keanau nod in agreement as Pharaoh lays me down, face first on the bed. I offer no resistance. The sting and the ache remind me of what happens when I disobey, and I am done with inflicting pain on myself through rebellion today.

I feel four pairs of large hands begin to rub me, running up my thighs, over my bottom, finding my back and my shoulders. Each of them has a different part of me and slowly, surprisingly, it starts to feel better.

My muscles start to relax. My mind starts to wander, not to any particular thought, but to a comfortable state of relaxation, where it doesn't matter that I have been punished. All that matters is that I feel better now.

"Spread your legs, Trissa."

I let my thighs part, and I let their big hands slide over the sensitive inner skin. I let myself feel good. They're going to make me come. I know it. I can feel their intentions in the way their fingers move with constant reference to my sex.

I won't resist pleasure, but my orgasm is no guarantee of anything. The sheriff made me come before I killed him, and if these men treat me badly, they will not be any safer.

I should want to kill Tore. But I don't. And that confuses me too. He hurt me. I should want his blood. But instead, I am lying there, purring like a kitten as I am massaged by these big, brutal men who will oversee my deflowering.

Which one of them will take me first? Who will claim the prize between my legs? I know it matters to them. And I know I will not be the one to choose.

"Better?"

"Mmm," I let out a little moan.

Being held by Mattias was the first comforting contact I'd had in years. And this is even more intense.

A big hand slides over my sore bottom, thick fingers brushing lightly between my thighs.

"She's wet," Alexios purrs.

I arch my hips up, let him touch me more. It feels good, and I like this man who speaks with the accent of someone from very far away.

"Good," Keanau replies, his voice more guttural than before. Their desire is like a force I can feel, a male energy that wraps around me, turns the heat from Tore's spanking into something more pleasurable.

"She's not ready for us tonight."

I look up and pout at Tore, then try to modulate my expression because those eyes catch mine and it is as if my bottom flares into heat again.

"She's ready for something more," Alexios says. "Have you seen a man before, girl? Naked?"

I shake my head as they ease me back up into a kneeling position.

"You're about to see four," Keanau says, reaching for the fastener of his pants.

They take their cue from him, removing their pants together as I kneel there, my mouth open in female surprise. Their bodies are gloriously strong. Every one of them wears the marks of war, and displays the strength of warriors. I could stare at them for hours—and now, what comes into view is even more extraordinary.

Their cocks are big meaty rods, thick and twitching with what seems like lives of their own. Each one of them is different. Keanau's is thick and heavy. Pharaoh's has an elegant, near scimitar curve to it. Tore's is rod straight, somehow disciplined all the way to his dick. Alexios' seems more ridged and veined than the others.

I am torn between curiosity, fear, lust... I kneel there, just staring.

"You're adorable," Alexios murmurs, reaching out to caress my hair gently.

"You're..." I don't know what to say. I feel a hunger. A new hunger. My body wants these cocks. Wants these men, but I don't know what to do with myself. I can feel the wetness Alexios discovered between my thighs. There's more of it now.

The hand that caressed my hair now draws me closer to him.

"Do you want to taste?"

He is taking his time with me, he is giving me the impression of choice. For that, I am grateful.

I am curious. I do want to taste. I want to know what this cock feels like. I want to know how I will feel when it goes inside me.

"Open your mouth," he says gently. "That's it..."

I part my lips. He pushes forward and I feel the hot flesh of his cock brushing between them. The head of it is softer than I anticipated, but the shaft is very hard. There is just a faint, masculine musk to the taste as he glides forward, filling my mouth with his cock.

"Oh, yessss," he hisses, his eyes half closing.

I make a muffled sound around the thick flesh that is even now sliding out, leaving my mouth empty.

"Was that good?" His fingers caress my scalp, his dark eyes smiling down at me.