Sold at Auction – Bound for Service Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
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“Since you insist on making this difficult,” he murmured, his voice soft but laced with iron, “I’ll do it for you.”

Before I could react, his hands were on me, moving with a swift, practiced precision. He started with my pumps, stooping to slide them off my feet and tossing them aside with a casual flick. The loss of my shoes left me feeling even more vulnerable, exposed. I tried to kick at him, but he caught my ankle effortlessly, his grip bruising.

“Stop struggling, Sophia,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. “You’re only prolonging the inevitable.”

My breath hitched as his fingers found the buttons of my blouse. Each one slipped free with a soft pop, the sound almost obscene in the tense silence of the room. As the fabric parted, I felt the cool air brush against my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms. My blouse fell away, revealing the sensible beige bra beneath. It seemed a stark contrast to the high-end fashion of Ostia’s office, a reminder of my ordinary, unremarkable life.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Don’t do this.”

He ignored my plea, his focus unwavering. His hands moved to my skirt next, unzipping it and letting it drop around my ankles. I stood before him in nothing but my undergarments, my cheeks burning with humiliation. Despite my fear, the treacherous heat coiled low in my belly, an arousal I couldn’t control.

“Such a lovely girl,” Malleus murmured, almost to himself, as he reached behind me to unclasp my bra. The straps slid down my shoulders, and I crossed my arms over my chest instinctively, trying to preserve some shred of dignity. He clearly had no intention of allowing me that shred of modesty. His hands gripped my wrists, pulling them away and pinning them to my sides.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice a dark caress. “So defiant, yet your body betrays you. Those pretty little nipples are as stiff as my cock.”

His gaze raked over me, taking in the sight of my naked breasts, the tiny nubs hardened to aching peaks. My mortification deepened, knowing he could see how my body responded to his touch.

His hands moved to the waistband of my panties. I struggled again, a futile effort, but he was relentless. With a swift motion, he ripped the legs of my panties, the tearing sound loud in the stillness. The ruined fabric joined the rest of my discarded clothing on the floor.

I stood before him, completely exposed, my body trembling with a mix of fear and unwanted desire. My shame grew as I felt a slick wetness gathering between my thighs.

To my utter horror, Malleus suddenly grabbed my arm and spun me around, then marched me the two steps to the table. He bent me over it, where I had expected to sit for a normal interview. The cold surface pressed against my bare skin, seeming to amplify my vulnerability.

“You’re exactly what we need,” he murmured.

I felt his hand on my bare backside, his fingers probing, parting my folds with ease. I whimpered, trying to twist away, but his other hand, on the small of my back, held me firmly in place. His touch was skilled, exploring me gently but insistently, sending jolts of reluctant pleasure through me.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, his voice smug. “We hardly need the doctor to verify beyond the shadow of a doubt that you’re the kind of girl we’re looking for, columba.” He paused, his fingers curling inside me, eliciting a gasp from my lips. “But your medical exam is important: we need to get precise numbers on you. And the nurse will wax your pussy for me, anyway. Once you’re bare down here, your new life will gain a certain immediacy for you.”

At his words, my pussy clenched involuntarily around his fingers, a reaction that filled me with a fresh wave of shame. How could my body respond this way? How could I find any semblance of arousal in such a degrading situation?

“You’re going to make a fine nupta, Sophia Larkwood, once your virginity is nothing but a memory,” Malleus chuckled, his voice rich with anticipation.

“Wait here,” he commanded, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine as he collected the remnants of my dignity—my clothes—and turned to leave. “I’ll be back shortly.”

I watched, heart pounding in my chest, as the door clicked shut behind him, sealing me in this small, windowless room that now felt like a cage. The silence was deafening, oppressively emphasizing the rapid thump of my heartbeat.

For a moment, I remained frozen, my mind racing with the implications of what had just happened. My skin still tingled where his hands had roamed, and shame mingled with an unwelcome flicker of arousal deep within me. How could I have responded so traitorously to his touch? My body’s betrayal stoked the fires of my resolve; I had to get out of here.


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