Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

SIN

T onight is going to be an interesting night. My closest friend, Zade, called to inform me his step daughter is at my club, on virginity auction night and he all but begged me to refuse her. I won't. He knows this from when Ashton found his damn step-sister on my stage. If she's eighteen and meets the qualifications, I have no reason to forbid women from doing what they want with their body. Of course, if he wants to bid on her to stop her from being with another man, that's fine. His money is as good as anybody else's.

I sit at my desk, going through the questionnaires for tonight. When girls enter the auction, they are given a list of things they will and won't do. Everything here is one hundred percent consensual. If they mark something as a hard limit, our auction winners may not even mention it. They said no to that act for a reason.

Molly walks into the room with a light tap on the door as I sip my whiskey.

I glance up from the paperwork and notice she is wearing the outfit that she knows is my favorite. A black lace bustier, matching panties with a garter belt and fishnet thigh-highs, along with the five-inch heels I purchased for her. She's not my submissive, but she is a submissive I've fucked more than once. Molly wanted an exclusive relationship, but I didn't do that. I'm not interested in any kind of commitment. I never have been because it never ends well. Why would you want a woman to turn your world upside down? That's what they do. Submissive or not, they always want more. First it's fucking and perfect, then before you know it they want love, marriage and goddamn babies.

"Sir, I miss you."

I look in her eyes as she leans over my desk, her hands pressed on the dark surface, and I know she's trying to force my gaze to her tits that are undoubtedly pushed together. It would be easy to fuck her tonight. She knows what I expect and is honestly the perfect sub. That I can't get the damn woman from the casino out of my mind pisses me off and, ultimately, is what makes me give in.

"After the auction."

She smiles at me like she won the lottery. "Thank you, Sir. I'll be on my best behavior."

I nod, "You always are."

Her even bigger smile tells me she thinks that was praise, but really it wasn't. Sure, I expect a woman to be submissive and do as she's told, but I enjoy a challenge. I like to punish occasionally. She's too easy. A little defiance keeps it interesting. Molly would never defy me, which is why she bores me endlessly. She'll always do exactly as she's told. I haven't had sex in six long fucking months, which is ridiculous for the owner of a BDSM club. Maybe I'm going through a mid-life crisis because the women in my club do not hold my attention anymore. It's more about scratching an itch, which I'm definitely in need of. Tonight, she'll do. Maybe that way I can get that sweet little southern accent out of my head.

Belinda comes in shortly after Molly leaves and updates me on tonight.

"We have seven women tonight. All are here in the locker room."

I glance up from the limits list I was going over. "Clearances?"

She rolls her eyes, "Obviously, Sin."

All women have to be virgins and have a clean bill of health and be on birth control because most of the men don't want to use condoms. However, that's on the list. If a man doesn't want to use protection but the woman does, he knows this before placing a bid. The most common age for the girls in our auction is eighteen because they don't tend to hold on to their virginity longer than that.

People think Belinda is a bitch because she's not friendly. She's jealous. With the young women in my establishment, she stands little chance of piquing the interest of a Dom. They all want young ones. Of course, there are perks to older submissives that know what they're doing, but most of my clientele want one that they can train to their specifications. I have never fucked her, although she has tried many times. Not because at forty she's too old, but because she's my right-hand man, so to speak, and I don't want to muddy the waters. I'd hate to lose her because she makes everything run smoothly.

She tosses her blonde hair over her shoulder and glares at me. "I saw Molly come in here."

"Belinda," I warn.

She sighs, "Right. It's not my business who you fuck."

I nod as I agree, "Correct. Let's not keep having the same conversation. I've grown rather bored with it."

Clenching her fists at her sides, she grits, "I'll let you get back to it, then. I'd hate to bore you."

I sigh as she leaves the room. This is why I don't have relationships with women because they are so fucking difficult. I've never had any pussy that has been good enough to deal with the emotional shit.

Glancing at the time on my watch, I realize that it's time to get things started. This auction always brings in significant money. The club keeps ten percent and the girls keep the other ninety. It adds up and we always clean up nicely. The opening bid is ten-thousand dollars for each girl. The fact is, it's incredibly rare for a night when these women go for ten thousand dollars. It has happened, but it's normally much higher than that. So we do well. What we do isn't exactly legal, however between myself and the Bonetti's, we have many officials in our pocket so they don't bother messing with a private club. It probably helps that both the mayor and chief of police are long-standing clients.

I make my way to the stage and climb the three steps. "Good evening."

Glancing over at the women that have signed up for the auction, I take them in one by one until my eyes settle on a pretty little brunette quietly talking to the girl beside her. Fuck. It's her.

The same woman from the casino that has been on my mind since I first laid eyes on her. My dick gets hard as I look at her dressed like she did it for me. Like she knew she'd see me here tonight. Her outfit bears a strong resemblance to Molly's, but it has a completely different effect on me. It takes everything in me to not storm over to her and take her right here in front of everyone in my club. I could. Nobody would bat an eye, but I don't want any of these filthy men to see her orgasm. She's going to do that tonight, but only for me. She came here to auction off her virginity.

I don't think so, baby. You're mine and only mine tonight.

Motioning to Belinda, she walks over to me and I whisper in her ear, "Kierra is out. She will not be appearing in the auction. Have her wait in my office, alone."

She raises an eyebrow, but I give her a stern glare, letting her know this is most definitely not the time to argue with me. I have thought about this woman non-stop since I saw her and nothing will stand in my way. This girl came into my club in fucking delicious lingerie, ready to be fucked and she will be. By me. There is no way in hell I'd let anyone else have her.

Kierra is mine.