79. Victor

Chapter seventy-nine

Victor

Six Months Later

I wait for Olivia as she finishes getting ready. The box holding our masquerade masks is resting in my lap. It’s taken me months to receive an invitation to this auction. There’s an auction every three months, so I wasn’t able to get an invitation to the one three months ago. Arden was able to secure me an invitation for this one. We’re going to go to see if we can find Alice Brighton.

Arden used to go to Brighton Academy, which was founded by Alice’s family generations ago. Her son graduated five years ago and has gone to every auction since he graduated. It made me skeptical, but from the information Arden was able to gather on Phoenix, Alice’s son, he’s been able to get into the council and has been slowly changing some of the rules.

He’s only ever bid on one girl, but he didn’t win her. It makes me wonder what his endgame is. Olivia and I flew out to Savannah yesterday. After the auction tonight, we plan on exploring the city for the rest of the week. I was never able to give her a real honeymoon, so we’re going to do this for a week, then I’m surprising her with a trip to Paris.

I already worked it out with Lincoln. He said she never used her vacation days, so she deserves it. The sound of her footsteps brings me out of my thoughts, so I stand and turn toward the hallway. When she turns the corner, my cock gets hard quicker than I thought possible.

“Treasure, fuck,” I whisper.

She arches an eyebrow at me with a small smirk on her mouth. My only request with her dress was it be a shade of blue. Arden said the majority of the women that attend these events wear dresses that are revealing, but I don’t want anyone to see what’s mine and I know Olivia wouldn’t be comfortable with that.

I step forward and run my finger from her shoulder down to her wrist. “You look breathtaking,” I tell her.

Olivia’s wearing a blue green evening gown. It has unique straps; the bodice is lace, and flows down to the ground. She’s wearing the new collar I got her for occasions like this. It’s a longer sterling silver chain with a heart on one end and the other side has another heart on it that connects.

So, if I want to, I can hook my finger in one of the hearts and pull on it, making it tighter around her throat. I do that now and pull her closer. Her neck and chest flush as I smile down at her. “It’s taking a lot of restraint for me to not use you right now, treasure.” My cock is pressing against my zipper.

She looks up at me with a demure smile. “I’m ready to be used by you tonight, Sir.” I pull the chain tighter. Desire darkens her eyes as her mouth pops open on a gasp that becomes a moan. I hum.

“The sight of you on your knees with your mouth open like that is what I want to see right now.”

She drops to her knees like the good girl she is, looks up at me beneath her eyelashes, and keeps her mouth open. My finger is still hooked through the heart, but I lowered my hand as she knelt so it didn’t hurt her. Her hands clench and unclench against her thighs. I know she’s ready to touch me, but I make her wait a few more seconds.

When I can’t take the desire pumping through my veins any longer, I release the chain. “Take my cock out,” I instruct her. Her hands go to my pants, undoing them, then grips me with her hand, making me grunt and takes me out. She doesn’t move, but waits for my next instructs. “I’m going to fuck your mouth and you’re going to swallow every last drop. Neither of us can get messy right now.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replies, her eyes lighting up with excitement. Her mouth is still open, so I step forward and place the tip of my cock on her tongue, moaning at the roughness.

“Suck, treasure.” She doesn’t waste any time. Olivia closes her lips around the tip of my cock and sucks before she swirls her tongue just how I like, making me grunt. She wore her hair down, so I gather it in my hand. I stare down at her for a moment before inhaling deeply. “Remember, I love you.” Nodding the best she can, she adjusts her mouth, knowing what’s about to come next.

I slowly thrust into her mouth, allowing her some time to get used to me. It takes her a couple of thrusts to loosen her jaw and allow me to really use her. The first time I did this to her, after I was done, she told me I went too soft on her and she was sick of me treating her like some fragile china doll. After I spanked her for being a brat, I showed her what it really meant to be used.

Things changed from that moment on. On the third thrust, I grip her hair tighter and pump into her gloriously wonderful mouth, hitting the back of her throat everytime. She keeps her eyes on me as I thrust in and out. I don’t go as hard as I have because I don’t want to ruin her makeup by making her tear up, but it’s still so good.

“You look gorgeous on your knees with my cock in your mouth wearing my collar,” I tell her. She moans as she hollows out her cheeks. “Jesus Christ, Olivia.” I pump into her mouth two more times. “Swallow every last drop, treasure.”

She sucks in a breath through her nose. When I hit the back of her throat, she swallows. I throw my head back, groaning long and hard as pleasure shoots up my legs, to my lower back, my balls, and cock. I lower my head to look at her. After she cleans me off with her tongue, not allowing any of my cum to drip on her or me, I step back slowly.

She’s already swallowed, but she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out so I can see. I cup her face and rub my thumb over her cheek. “You did so well, treasure. You will be rewarded for that tonight.” Her cheeks pinken and the delight in her eyes from my praise makes me want to fuck her mouth again.

After she tucks me back into my pants and zips them up, I hold my hand out to her. She takes it and I help her to her feet. I palm the back of her head, then kiss her long and hard, tasting myself on her tongue. I step back and inhale deeply.

“We’ll never leave this house if we don’t stop.”

She giggles and lifts one shoulder. “That’s not the worst idea,” she murmurs. I shake my head at her in amusement before dropping a quick kiss on her forehead.

“I’ll be right back.”

I walk to the kitchen and grab her a can of Diet Coke. We got this cute Airbnb in historic Savannah, so when we do some of the touring around the city, we can step out of our place and not need a car. We can grab a ride share if we need to, but we’ll be doing a lot of walking over the next week.

When I get back to the living room, I hand her the drink. “Thank you.” She takes a long drink while I grab the box with our masquerade masks, opening it and showing her what they look like. Mine is black, and hers is silver. She reaches her finger out and rubs it over her mask. “Victor, they’re beautiful.” Her gaze wanders down my body with a small smile. “Your mask matches you perfectly,” she says.

I’m wearing a black suit, with a black shirt and tie. I chuckle. “The color of the masks has a meaning. Those who are wearing black masks are buying, those wearing white are selling, those wearing red are for sale, those wearing black and red mean they’re taken, but willing to share, those wearing silver mean they’ve been purchased and not up for sharing.” I motion for her to turn around so I can put her mask on.

“I know I didn’t buy you, but I sure as hell am not sharing you.” After I finish tying the ribbon on her mask, she walks to a decorative mirror hanging in the living room.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she says. “What if she’s there?”

I walk over to the mirror, so I can see to put my mask on. I rented a car for tonight because this is a discreet event. They very clearly stated in the invitation ride shares were not welcome and if we had drivers they were required to wear blue masks to set them apart as staff and not participants.

“Arden will be there, so he’ll confront her.” Making sure my mask is straight, I offer her my arm and we make our way to the car. I open her door and help her inside before walking to the driver’s side and put the address into the GPS, following the directions. Olivia is quiet, but keeps glancing at me.

“What’s on your mind, treasure?”

She takes a deep breath. “You mentioned there will be people there that will want to be shared. Is this like a sex party too?”

Ah, she’s nervous about that part. “Yes, after the auction, those who are purchased are required to have sex with the person who purchased them,” I tell her. Her head whips around to look at me. The plan is to purchase one of the girls that looks terrified to help her escape. That’s when it dawns on me how that must sound to her. “There are exceptions,” I say quickly. “If the person buying is married, they can choose not to have sex with the person they bought.”

She visibly relaxes and nods. “Okay, and we’ll agree on who it should be?”

“Yes, of course.”

I intertwine our fingers and bring the back of her hand to my mouth to kiss it. When we get to the house that’s hosting the auction, we follow the driveway to a roundabout where there’s a valet. Each person is wearing a blue mask. Someone opens Olivia’s door, but she stays in the seat until I come around the car and offer her my hand.

The valet must be used to this type of thing because they step back and wait. I hand him my car keys, then place my hand on Olivia’s lower back, guiding her to the entrance where there’s a short line.

“Good girl,” I whisper.

“Thank you, Sir,” she responds. “Are there any rules tonight?”

I smile, loving that she’s comfortable asking these questions now. “Yes, don’t look anyone directly in the eyes except me. Don’t speak to anyone, even if they speak to you, unless I give you permission.”

She nods in understanding and I can’t help the pride that swells in my chest. She is an amazing submissive. When we get up to the host and hostess, she follows each of the rules. She never looks at them and even when the host greets her, she only smiles at him without looking at him. He eyes her collar and gives me an appreciative look before we enter the house. Let the night begin.