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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“It’s our best option,” I insisted. “And… and you’ll be there. You can go first, to set the tone. Make sure they don’t get too carried away. And…”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. Marcus frowned and waited for me to continue.

“And I… I need it,” I whispered. “I need you, inside me, miles.” My face felt like the surface of the sun, but I had said it.

He stared at me for a long moment, conflict clear on his face. Finally, he nodded tersely. “Alright. But if there’s any sign of real trouble, I’m calling it off, consequences be damned—even if it means Jacques goes to find Delacroix and we have to run and hope we make it.”

I nodded, relief and trepidation warring within me. “Okay. How do we do this?”

Marcus took a deep breath, visibly steeling himself. “I’ll lead you to the guard room on your leash. Just remember you’re terrified: you’ve been punished already, and now your owner wants to discipline you even more harshly.”

I looked into his eyes, on the verge of making it into a joke—how could I not be terrified, after all? The care for me I saw there actually made me feel, to my astonishment, like terrified didn’t in fact describe me. With Marcus to protect me, I might in fact fail to appear sufficiently frightened to the guards. I nodded quickly to acknowledge my miles’ instructions.

My miles.

My heart leapt as I began to understand that I really did belong to Marcus. Maybe it would last only a few minutes or a few hours. Maybe we would both be dead at the end of it. At least it had happened, though.

Marcus clipped the leash to the collar around my neck. His fingers, brushing against my skin, sent the usual shiver down my spine—but this time the sensation brought hope rather than despair. He gave the leash a gentle tug.

“Remember,” he murmured, his voice low and intense. “You’re playing the role of a disobedient fuck toy being punished. No matter what happens, don’t break character. I won’t be able to care for you the way I want… I won’t be able even to look at you the way I want to look at you.”

I nodded, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat. “I understand, miles.”

He led me out of Delacroix’s opulent bedroom and down the hall towards the stairs, then down the stairs towards the guard room that opened off the foyer. My heart pounded so loudly, I was sure anyone nearby could hear it. As we approached the door, I could hear the low murmur of male voices and coarse laughter.

Marcus paused, his hand on the doorknob. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and something darker, more primal. “Are you ready?”

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. “Yes, miles.”

He pushed open the door, and suddenly we faced six pairs of eyes. The guards lounged around the room, some playing cards, others cleaning weapons. All conversation stopped as they took in the sight of me, naked and leashed.

“Gentlemen,” Marcus announced, his voice carrying an authoritative edge I’d never heard before. “Monsieur Delacroix has decided to grant you a special privilege tonight.”

Marcus’ words hung in the air for a moment as the guards exchanged glances, their eyes raking over my naked form. I trembled, partly from fear but also from a perverse excitement I couldn’t quite suppress.

“What kind of privilege?” Jacques asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Marcus yanked my leash, forcing me to stumble forward. “This little whore has been very naughty,” he growled. “Monsieur is so angry, he’s decided she doesn’t deserve the honor of his cock. Instead, he’s giving her to you for the night.”

A low murmur of appreciation rippled through the room. I kept my eyes lowered, my cheeks burning with unfeigned shame.

“There’s more,” Marcus continued. “Monsieur wants you to be very hard on her. She needs to learn her place.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “Oh, and one other thing. This cunt is still a virgin. Monsieur wants her to lose that inconvenience in the most humiliating way possible.”

Marcel, a burly guard with a thick mustache, let out a low whistle. “A virgin, eh? Well, isn’t that something special?”

Marcus nodded grimly. “Indeed. But there’s something else you should know.” He paused, his grip tightening on my leash. “Monsieur had me close her cunt as punishment for her disobedience.”

A chorus of surprised murmurs filled the room. Jacques leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with cruel curiosity. “Closed? How do you mean?”

“It’s a special procedure,” Marcus explained, his voice clinical and detached. “The outer labia are sealed together, leaving only a small opening. It makes the girl impossibly tight.” His hand came to rest on the small of my back, the heat of his palm searing my skin. “Monsieur has been using her mouth and ass regularly, but her pussy has remained untouched.”


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