BUY ME (Mistress Auctions Book 2) (7 page)

She must be utterly wrecked because she just nods sleepily and closes her eyes. I smile again, which is something I can’t seem to stop doing lately, and lean down, kissing her forehead. When I pull away, she tries to grab a hold of me and pull me back.

“I wish I could stay in bed, sweet kitten, but I have a couple of meetings to go to. Afterwards, you’ll have me all to yourself.”

She makes some sort of sound that I think is supposed to be “okay”, and then she drifts off to sleep. I sit there watching her for just another minute before I head to the bathroom.

This is going to have to be a fucking cold shower to get my cock to go down.

A
soft
ding
pulls me from a deep sleep. Rolling over, I open one eye and see a phone lying on the bed next to me. Picking it up, I see a text notification. I slide my finger across the screen to see a text from ‘Sir’ is there.

Sir: Rise and shine, little kitten. Cupid is waiting in the living room. Dress before leaving the room, and make sure your hair is up. See you soon. Yours.

Biting my lip, I stare at the screen, debating whether or not to respond. Before I can decide, another message pops up.

Sir: Always respond to my messages or I'll punish you.

Hmm. If he has to punish me, does that mean he’ll come back to the room? While I’m still unsure about Charles, I’m very sure I like what he does to my body. Looking through the emojis, I find one of a cat sticking its tongue out, and I send it.

I find myself just staring at the phone, waiting for him to respond. When it dings, I feel my heart jump in my chest.

Sir: You’ll be using your tongue soon enough. Out of bed.

I smile and drop the phone down next to me. Looking up, I stare at myself in the mirror above the bed. My body warms when I think of the last time I looked up into the mirror. Charles’s head was between my legs, giving me the greatest pleasure I’d ever felt in my life.

He went at my pussy like he’d gone at my mouth that night in the bar. Like he was starved for me, as if he couldn't get the taste of me deep enough into his mouth.

I open my legs wider and slide my hand down between them. Closing my eyes, I think about last night, his tongue between my folds, sucking me into his mouth. My wet pussy clenches, and I feel my clit grow harder.

I stroke myself faster, right on the edge. I hear Charles’s voice saying
“say my name, kitten
”, and I cum. His name slips from my mouth like he's really here commanding me. My orgasm pulses through my body, and it feels almost as if he’s here with me. I’ve never been able to get myself off, and it’s not for lack of trying, but it seems Charles has opened up another part of me. It’s frightening how quickly he’s getting my walls to crumble, like they’re nothing more than a house of cards.

Opening my eyes, I stare up at myself. I look well used. I’ve never studied myself before, but laid out on Charles’s bed I see myself as I am now: naked, lipstick smudges around my mouth, my hair tumbling free, a collar decorating my neck, showing his possession of me…I look wild and sexy. Against the red sheets, I can’t help but think that the devil did get me to succumb to him last night. My innocence might still be intact, but I don’t think that will last much longer.

Pulling myself from the bed, I make quick work of showering and performing my normal routine. I notice the bathroom is stocked to accommodate my needs. It makes me smile, but then the thought that he does this with all his submissives makes a cramp hit my stomach.

“Get it together, Mandy,” I say to myself in the mirror. After last night I told myself I was done fighting this. I’m not sure why Charles bought me, but I entered the auction for
me
. I loved last night, and I want to do it again and again. I want to spend the next twenty-nine days in an orgasm-filled haze. It’s clear Charles has opened up something inside me that wants out, and even more importantly, I want it out too.

I told myself this adventure would be about me. Whatever is going on between Charles and the Cortez brothers is between them. Maybe he’s using me for something, but why can't I use him back? I want to open up the floodgates to all my desires and let my sex-starved body loose on him. Last night he made me crave things I had no idea my body wanted. I wonder how much more he could show me while I’m here.

I could walk away from this with a better understanding of who I am and what I want. It’s already clear that I like him taking charge of me and telling me what to do. The idea of not having anything to be in charge of, not having to make sure people stay on schedule, is new to me. I have a rare opportunity to just let it all go.

Pulling my wet hair up into a tight bun, I make my way back to the bedroom. I find my bag sitting next to the bedroom door. I locate my white halter dress inside, and I slip it on, working the zipper up in the back the best I can. I can't help myself; I picked this dress so I could wear the heels from last night. I wonder when I have to return them. Maybe Samantha will let me buy them.

Strapping them on, I look around the room for my purse. When I have no luck, I grab the phone off the bed, and a twinge of disappointment hits me when I see I don’t have a message.

Me: Do you know where my purse is?

Charles responded instantly.

Sir: You don’t need it.

Me: Half my life is in that purse.

Sir: That’s strange because I’m your whole life, and I’m pretty sure half of me isn't in your purse.

I can’t help but roll my eyes, even though my stomach flutters as I read it.

Sir: Don’t roll your eyes at me, kitten. You’re already in trouble as it is.

“What the hell?” Does he really know me that well? I guess I did spend a big portion of the time I worked for him rolling my eyes. It was a lucky guess.

Me: What did I do? Besides be a perfect angel, that is.

Sir: You know.

I can’t think of anything I’ve done wrong. When he left me he had the biggest smile on his face. And I responded to his text message like he asked.

Me: I know you’re being a pain in my butt right now.

Sir: I’ll be more than happy to show you what a pain in the ass really is.

What does that mean? It better not mean…

Me: I hope you mean a spanking, because you will not be sticking that giant thing in my ass!

Sir: Mouth, kitten.

Grr. Whatever. Silencing the phone, I retreat from the room in search of Cupid.

When I reach the living room, I see Cupid standing in the middle of about six racks of clothes, each one around a foot taller than he is. I wouldn't have been able to see him if not for my heels. Cupid is a short, chubby, bald guy, and today he’s dressed in a white three-piece suit. It’s almost funny how our outfits contrast with the reds and blacks that cover everything in here.

“Hi.” I give an awkward wave, a little bit of embarrassment hitting my cheeks. I’d met Cupid a few times; he would pop in and talk to Charles when I was working here, and a few times he had to ask me questions about something at the Cortez when we traded places.

His face lights up with a bubbly smile, which makes me smile too.

“About time you woke up!” He pushes one of the clothes racks out of the way and runs over to hug me as if we're long-lost friends. I hug him back and giggle. His excitement always seems contagious. I wonder how such a happy giddy person could work for Charles. They’re almost like night and day.

“Sorry if I kept you waiting. I must have been exhausted to sleep so late. That’s not like me.”

“I'm sure he exhausted you.”

Cupid wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I blush at his words. He busies himself with the racks of clothes, and it hits me that everyone is going to know I'm hooking up with Mr. Townsend. Everyone I've been working with, the few friends I made in the month I was here, everyone.

Shit. Gossip in casinos spreads like wildfire.

“Most of these should fit you. If something doesn't, leave it on the rack and I'll take it back. If you don't like something, leave that too, but my taste is impeccable so I don't foresee that.” He says it with so much certainly I believe him.

“Hmm. Do you want me to try them on now?” I’m exhausted at the very idea.

“No, we have spa appointments downstairs. I’ll leave them here for you to go through whenever you like.” Making his way over to a big white box on the sofa, he adds, “This is also yours. I have no idea what’s in it, and I was told I wasn't allowed to open it.” He points at it and stares at me, the silent message clear. He wants me to open it so he can see inside.

Walking over to the box, I lift the lid, exposing lingerie. It looks like there’s something in every color. “The good stuff,” Cupid says beside me, and I drop the lid, my face turning crimson.

I’m not sure why he bought it. One, I’m not allowed to wear panties and two, the tops of my dresses are normally tight enough that I don’t have to wear a bra. Most of them have a built-in bra, and I’m not rocking a ton of boobage as it is.

“Turn your phone back on before you give Mr. Townsend a coronary.”

I look over at Cupid to see him typing away on his phone. I guess I see where his loyalties lie.

“It is on,” I say smugly, because it is.

“Turn the ringer on,” he says without looking up at me.

Sliding my finger along the side of the phone, I put it back on ring, but don’t bother to look at it.

“Come on. You’ll have him storming up here in two minutes flat if you don’t respond to him.” He pauses for a moment, and judging by his reaction, he must see something flare in my eyes. “Or is that what you want?”

Is this how it's going to be with everyone around here after they find out about me and Charles? I groan inwardly at the thought.

“I don’t know what you mean.” I try to fake it, looking at phone and seeing four texts and two missed calls, all from ‘Sir’. I should change his name to ‘Pain in the Ass’, but he’ll likely give
me
a pain in the ass if I do, so I opt not to.

Sir: I didn't mean for you to stop texting me, I meant watch the cursing, kitten.

Sir: Kitten?

Sir: If you don’t respond to me, I’m coming up there.

Sir: You won’t like it when I get there.

It should piss me off how tight a leash he has on me, but for some reason all I find myself doing is smiling down at the phone like a loon.

“Strange. When I get yelled at by Mr. Townsend, I don’t find myself smiling.”

I drop the smile from my face as fast as I can, biting the inside of my mouth. When I look at Cupid he’s rocking his own giant smile, which only makes me burst into giggles. Oh. My. God. I’m like a freaking schoolgirl with a crush on the boy who always picks on her at recess.

Me: Don’t you have meetings you should be at?

Sir: I’m in one right now.

Me: Well, shouldn't you be paying attention and not worrying about my every move?

Sir: I’ll always worry about your every move.

Wow. I wonder if he knows how long ‘always’ is. It’s endearing to think of someone always thinking about me, that I’m always at the forefront of his mind.

Me: Always is a long time, Mr. Townsend

Sir: That’s the plan, kitten. You have appointments. Relax and think of all the dirty things I’m going to do to you when I have you back in my hands.

I had no idea he could be this sweet; that underneath all that broodiness was a marshmallow. Okay, maybe a hard marshmallow, but at the center there’s goo. I wish I knew more about relationships. Women always say men will say anything to get into your pants, but I’m already bought and paid for. This shouldn't have to be some game to him.

“He’s so sweet.”

“Never heard someone call him that before,” Cupid says, making me realize I said that out loud.

I like the idea that only I see his sweet side. That with me he’s somebody else. That only I know that side of him.

I suddenly don’t have the urge to go to the spa anymore after him telling me about all the dirty things he’s going do to me while he kept me in his office. I want to be there now, keeping him entertained while he works. Why didn’t he take me? A surge of jealousy shoots through my body.

“Do I have an access key?”

Cupid reaches into his back pocket, pulling one out. He hands over the white sparkly card that has my name etched at the top. Under my name, it reads
Mine
in bold letters.

“What does it open?” I want to know my clearance level.

“Everything.”

I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling, but I know he’s not fooled. I want to go pop in on Charles, but I know Cupid would alert him, so I'm going to have to give him the slip. The best place to do that will be at the spa.

“So you having stuff done at the spa too?” I ask nonchalantly.

“I could use a few things.”

I’m guessing not his hair, but I keep that to myself.

“Then let’s do it. I’m excited to get a rub down.” This isn't a lie, but I don’t want to be rubbed down in the spa. I want to be rubbed by Charles in his office, in places the spa won’t touch.

I head to the door, pulling it opening and heading for the elevator. When it arrives, I get on and put my card in so it won’t make any stops on the way down. Funny how quickly things can change. It wasn't even twenty-four hours ago I tried to keep myself as far away from him as possible. Now I’m starting to think I was so angry with him and picked at him because I hated that I was so attracted to him.

Now I can’t bring myself to care. I’m going to have fun for my thirty days. I just have to make sure I keep my heart out of the game.
Sex, Mandy. This is all about sex and great orgasms.
I’m lying to myself and I know it.

When the elevator dings, I make my exit with Cupid hot on my heels. My shoes click on the marble floor of the casino, over the sounds of the slot machines.

I push my way through the glass double doors and into the spa, and see Kristen standing behind the counter.

“Miss Burch, we have you all set and ready to go,” she says in a too-chipper voice.

“Perfect. Massage first?”

“Yes, you’ll be with Tina today in room seven. If you’ll just follow me.” She starts to come around the counter. I stop her.

“Oh, no worries, Kristen. I know the way, and I want to use the restroom first.” I make my way past her and hear Cupid call out from behind me, “I’ll see you in the salon after.”

“See you there,” I toss over my shoulder. When I get around the corner, I press myself against the wall and listen for Cupid’s departure. The spa clients go through a changing room, and then out into the different spa areas. Women and men have separate changing rooms that are located in two different hallways.

When I hear Kristen tell Cupid what room he’ll be in, I wait a minute, and then peek around the corner and see the front desk is clear. Normally I would stop and snap at someone for leaving the desk unmanned, but right now I’m thankful.