Double the Price (SeXlection #2)
A Supernatural Script Inc. Book
A Supernatural Script Inc. Book
SeXlection 2: Double the Price
Copyright © 2014 Erin R. Flynn
E-book ISBN: 978-1-940036-26-7
First E-book Publication: July 2014
Editing by Jae Ashley
Cover design by Pamela Sinclair, ItGirlDesigns.com
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All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. It is fiction so facts and events may not be accurate except to the current world the book takes place in.
Acknowledgements
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following trademarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
7-Up
: Dr Pepper/Seven Up, Inc.
Bluetooth
: Bluetooth Sig, Inc.
Harvard:
President and Fellows of Harvard College Charitable Corporation
Keurig (and K-cup)
: Keurig, Inc.
Skype
: Skype Corporation
Surface
: Microsoft Corporation
1
I’d never been to one of these “Buying Balls” before as people referred to them. It seemed crass, events people with old money went to because they were bored and wanted an excuse to show off their wealth. But it had been suggested more than once that I needed to fit in better and my business parties needed the
right kind
of entertainment if I wanted to draw the
right kind
of connections to attend them.
So I paid the couple of grand to get into the event. And I almost fell over at the legal fucking
orgy
that I had no idea was going on right in the middle of New York City! It was a night of decadence in the
extreme
. Buffet tables filled with fountains of the finest champagne and caviar—with a naked woman wearing a gold mask getting gang banged at the end of it. I found out the gold mask meant the slave was into men.
The black, they accepted women, and upon checking in, I was handed a white mask to signal I was a buyer. I almost rolled my eyes. The fact I got to keep my clothes
on
throughout the night said about the same thing I thought, but whatever, I could play by the rules.
I sampled the lush desserts, ignoring and dodging the people from the brothel gushing over me and trying to schmooze me since it was my first time there and they could practically smell the possibility of a sale. Finding a spot against the wall, I watched the live porn, turned on and worried I might get distracted from the agenda I came here for. This was about business to further business and an investment.
Nothing more. I could purchase one of these poor cat shifters from the brothel that I heard was a horrid place and, in exchange, treat them much better, and instead of being subjected to whatever and whomever they were told to by the head of the brothel, they would simply tend to my guests at parties and my weekly poker night. I didn’t like it, but it was the world we lived in.
A young man was taking two men in his ass, another in his mouth, and several were waiting to get at him next and I thought I might cream my pants. The shifter was gorgeous and I wanted a taste of him. Fuck, I wanted him for the whole night all to myself.
But that didn’t seem to be how this all worked.
I was a couple of drinks into my night and several plates of appetizers, working up the courage to start perusing the “catalog” of suitable slaves wandering around when the next show by me was resetting. This time a woman had a line of men getting to enjoy her. She knelt on a pillow and spread her legs.
“I can make you finish before she can any of her suitors if you let me, sir,” a soft, musical voice said to my right. My head snapped away from the scene in front of me towards that direction and met the most beautiful orange eyes that had the depth of tone as if I was looking into the sun but without the pain staring at it caused.
“That’s quite a boast,” I murmured, drinking in his trim, perfect body that was hairless everywhere but his head.
“It’s not and I can prove it,” he purred as he moved closer. “I’ll even wager on it and be modest.” He glanced at the women who had men getting into place. “I could do it with my hand, but my ass would be too easy with all the stimulation going on around us. Would you consider a wager, sir?”
I nodded, setting down my drink and plate as he stepped closer. “I am a gambling man.”
“If I can accomplish as I say I can, then you buy my contract.”
I blinked at him, thinking that was quite a gamble. “I am in the market for party entertainment and a guest hospitality slave.”
His eyes lost some of their hope but he kept his expression blank of that. “But you would still partake in me as well, no? I would service you as well as your guests, sir?” He stepped even closer and pressed himself against me, letting me feel every line of his exquisite five-seven frame.
“I don’t see how I wouldn’t with a body like yours,” I moaned as my hands instinctively moved to his soft skin. “What do I get if you don’t win?” He blinked at me and I couldn’t help but smile. The little seductor hadn’t thought that far in his ruse.
“Whatever I can give you that you want, but I won’t lose.” He glanced over his shoulder, and I followed his gaze, seeing the first man mount the female shifter. “They’re starting. If we don’t as well, I’ll be playing with a handicap.”
“We wouldn’t want that,” I breathed as I ran my fingers over his silky black hair that hung in his face just past his ears. “I accept.”
“Thank you, sir,” he sighed, relief so clear in his eyes I was dying to know how badly this slave had been treated in the past. “I will always please you and be so good to you.” He dropped to his knees before I could reply and, with experienced fingers, flicked open the button to my fly as he unzipped it and pulled out my cock. He swallowed my fully hard, ten and a half inches down without even hesitating or gagging.
Holy
fuck
! This is why people buy sex slaves!
I bit my lip and tried not to blow my load like a schoolboy experiencing something sexual for the first time. I’d gotten head before, lots of head.
But not like this,
never
like that. His tongue was rougher than any before, and he knew what he was doing. I watched him, enthralled with the way he loved what he was doing, and saddened to know it was just an act they learned to put on for clients.
This is nothing more than any other interview, Neil. An odd, crazy interview, but nothing more.
I glanced at the scene with the woman, wanting to check on our competition, and when I saw that my holding back hurt the chances of the man on his knees, I let go and enjoyed the pleasure he was giving me when his smaller hand caressed my sac. I shot deep down his throat, coming harder than I could ever remember from nothing more than a kinky hookup.
I grabbed his head and thrust, wanting to draw it out and enjoy every second of it. With no gag reflex, it wasn’t as if I would hurt him. When I was spent, the first of the female’s companions cried out, and it was official, my slave had won our bet. He slowly pulled off my cock when I let go of his head, leisurely licking my cock clean as he stared up me curiously. It took me a moment to figure out why.
“I keep my promises and dealings,” I panted, giving him a firm nod. He smiled widely, purring as he rubbed his cheek against my groin in the oddest gesture before zipping me back up and rolling gracefully to his feet. “I’ve never bought a slave before. You’re going to have to walk me through how to do this.”
“I’ve never been bought before,” he mumbled as he glanced away. “Ocelots can only be bought once. They will explain why. It’s forbidden for us to warn potential buyers if they don’t know and we’re not allowed to tell them that we’re ocelots because of that. Please don’t be angry. Some search for ocelots, others hate it. I would have told you but if you hadn’t bought me and they found out…”
“Tell me,” I demanded and he shook his head. “I’m to be your master now. Tell me what they would have done to you if you’d told me.”
He slowly glanced up at me, and I saw fear in his eyes so stark I did a double take. “I don’t know, but the last ocelot who told, I never heard from again. I want to believe they simply sent him to another brothel in another city, but we’re property and property that has outlived its use is disposed of, so that is more likely. But there are masters who search far and wide for us so I just don’t know.”
“Now I’m fucking curious what I got myself into,” I grumbled as I took his hand. I asked one of the brothel attendants where the office was and dragged the man after me. Once I was in the room designated the office, I handed them my buyer card and yanked off my mask, nervous and tired of the games.
“Mr. Morgan, so good of you to finally visit one of our little parties,” some douche commented as he joined me with a clipboard, like I’d been missing out on
bathing
all these years. “Everything is in order with your bank, of course, like there was ever any doubt, so all—”
“Why does it matter that he’s an ocelot?” I interrupted, glancing at the slave. “Don’t get mad at him. He didn’t tell me until I already agreed and asked him how to purchase him because I’ve never bought a slave before but he didn’t know either. I’ll buy him but just cut the foreplay and dance. What does it mean that he’s an ocelot?”
The guy cleared his throat and nodded, losing the
nice-nice
act. “Good or bad news first.”
“I find both are relative to the person, so since I’m buying him as entertainment for business parties, let’s start as good for that.”
“An ocelot is actually perfect for that,” the guy muttered before gesturing to the corner of the room. “Cecil, go sit over there and wait for your new master.”
“Of course.” The slave hesitantly let go of my hand and walked away, glancing at me over his shoulder.
The guy gestured to someone to put headphones on the shifter once Cecil—I guess his name was—sat down. Wow, I didn’t know their hearing was that good. I hadn’t been around many of them since they were rarely in the work force.
“Ocelots imprint on their masters,” he explained quietly. “It’s a well-kept secret. He won’t even
need
the shock collar. We’ll do it here, tonight, and make sure it takes, and after that, Cecil will be
completely
loyal to you without question. You tell him to entertain your guests and he will however you want, without question, just to please you and make you happy. No pesky emotions in the way or not liking someone’s sexual preferences as we deal with in the brothels.”
