4. Contractual Obligations

Some situations simply called for wine, and watching people bid on a chance to fuck her was high on the list.

She poured more of the cheap, overly sweet red into her NASA coffee mug, then grimaced as she drank it down. The wine wasn't helping the butterflies in her stomach, but it was doing the job she intended and left her calm enough to sit still while the clock ticked down on her auction.

There wasn't room to pace in her tiny apartment anyway. The only good thing about it, aside from its proximity to campus, was that she didn't have to deal with a roommate.

"C'mon, people," she muttered when the bidding stalled. "Don't leave it at a prime number. That's just bad juju."

Deciding to get something besides wine into her stomach, she grabbed a takeout container of leftover chana masala from the fridge in her tiny kitchen and stood over the sink to eat it cold.

Prime number or not, the bid was well over what Mandy owed on her house. Of course, there was still the twenty-five percent the auction would take and taxes to account for, but the net would be enough to keep Mandy and Bee in their home until Tania graduated and found a job.

After finishing her meal, she tossed the empty takeout container into the trash and went back to her desk to watch the last few moments of the auction.

The bids had gone up another thirty thousand in her absence. As she watched, the timer flashed to zero and the page refreshed to show a banner at the top.

Winning bid placed by 2KnottyDaddies.

She blinked and let out a somewhat hysterical laugh, thankful no one was around to hear her. Maybe her buyer had an omegaverse kink, but the implication that there was more than one gave her pause.

It also meant her buyer probably wasn't Mr. Damian.

Shivering, she tried to forget her fantasies of Mr. Bastian and Mr. Desmond. As much as she loved menage stories with crossing swords, it wasn't realistic. They'd be horrified if she called them Daddy, and even if they were looking for a third, she wasn't their type.

Then again, Mr. Damian had seen her tattoo…

Nope. It wasn't possible. The artist had probably shared a photo of his work, and Mr. Damian had found it online somewhere. He had a lot of ink himself, and there was absolutely no connection between Club BDE and the Elliott brothers. She just couldn't picture any of them going to a kink club.

Pushing the idea of Mr. Bastian and Mr. Desmond bending her over a spanking bench out of her head, she poured another splash of wine into her mug and drank it. An email alert sounded from her laptop, making her swallow wrong.

Once she finished coughing, she deleted the junk advising her that she needed to pay Bitcoin to keep her porn addiction private, then opened the important one.

Under the heading, Auction Contract and Details Inside, was the winning bid. The money would be held in escrow until both parties signed off on the contract. Even subtracting taxes and the auction percentage, it was enough to pay off Mandy's house and cover Bee's school tuition for a few years.

It also wasn't a prime number. Tania knew she was being superstitious, but everyone needed something to be weirdly OCD about.

There were even instructions from the… buyers.

Hello, Misty,

We are Daddy D and Daddy B. We first want to explain that you are under no obligation to accept the terms of the auction.

Full disclosure: We are bisexual males in a committed relationship with each other. Although we would like to share you, you will never be forced into a sexual act, and if two buyers isn't something you want, there will be no hard feelings. If you decide to back out, we will pay the $10,000 penalty.

Damn it. It was like they knew what would get her off. Daddy D and Daddy B was exactly what she called Mr. Desmond and Mr. Bastian in her fantasies.

Regardless of your choice to accept or refuse the terms of the auction, if you are in danger, homeless, or experiencing food insecurity, please reply to this email or call the number at the bottom. Your safety is very important to us.

We believe a woman's first time should be special, and if you accept us, we promise to do everything in our power to make sure you have a wonderful experience.

Swoon. Christ, they were ticking all her buttons. A trickle of moisture dampened her panties, and she bit back a whimper of arousal. Between their concern for her safety and their words about making her first time special, she was about ready to slip her hand into her yoga pants just to take the edge off. They were even bisexual. It was like she'd picked them out of a catalogue. Hopefully, her vibrator was charged. It would be getting a workout.

To that end, we're giving you the choice of location for our evening. You may choose one of Club BDE's private rooms, or we can reserve an Airbnb or hotel room. You may also choose to drive your personal vehicle or use a car service provided by the auction. Our schedule is flexible, so we'll leave the time and date up to you as long as it's within the fourteen-day limit.

Before you accept, we have some requests.

We understand your need for anonymity. However, we will be sharing a meal to give us a chance to get to know each other. Choose a mask which allows you to eat. Also, please let us know of any preferences, food sensitivities, or allergies.

Wear a skirt or dress. It need not be formal. You may wear stockings, but no tights or panties. A bra is optional. If you are unable to purchase a dress or the mask, we'll take care of it.

If you agree to penetrative sex, we will be wearing condoms from a sealed box. You may choose additional contraceptive measures as well.

Although we prefer your intimate areas to be waxed or shaved, we'll leave your personal grooming up to you.

Most importantly, you must edge yourself at least once per day until our meeting. This means you should touch yourself until you're ready to come, then stop before you climax. You must also email us when you've done so.

We look forward to meeting you.

Best,

Daddy D and Daddy B

Tania fanned herself, wondering if she was about to spontaneously combust. It took every ounce of her self-control to stop herself from dialing the number to invite them over. Sadly, doing so would put her in the too-stupid-to-live category. It was one thing to meet strange men for sex in a private kink club or hotel, and quite another to let them know where she lived. Besides, her double bed probably wasn't big enough for three people.

She hit the icon to reply but didn't immediately start typing. Instead, she drank the last of her wine straight from the bottle and slipped her hand down the front of her pants.

The minute she touched her clit, Tania's belly tightened, and she gritted her teeth, trying desperately to force her climax back. She'd never come so close to orgasm so quickly but couldn't bring herself to disappoint her new Daddies. Whining softly, she pulled her hand free and began to type.

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