Natalie Acres (13 page)

“Oh God,” she whimpered, her gaze shifting when her body was forcibly turned.

Kimberly’s nipples throbbed and tingled. The toys in her ass and pussy jived, dancing inside her intimate heat with mechanical precision. Her ragged breaths had reached a new tempo. Her female form flopped when the cables turned her.

She realized her viewing audience likely anticipated a violent release, one which would inevitably leave her jerking against her restraints, crying out with the pleasure and pain, and more than anything else, the outstanding relief.

Oh yes, she longed to give them a show now. Looking down over the lust-filled faces staring up as if in awe of her commitment, her desire to submit to the right Dom, the most deserving Master, she desperately needed to ride out the pleasure, indulge in even the smallest of satisfactions.

The one with the sea-blue eyes stood. She spotted Wyatt then, too, and tried to tighten and release her facial muscles enough so she could maintain good focus. The large man next to him must’ve been Sebastian Ketchum.

No wonder his name had sounded familiar. He was the one. She was certain he was the Dom who had bid for her time on numerous occasions!

He rubbed his lips together and watched her with this scorching lust, this indescribable longing. And it was then that she grasped the exact time and place when she’d almost earned the pleasure of his company. The reason for recognition was clear.

He’d bid for her time long before Jason stole away with her innocence. He’d gone to vast extremes in an effort to arrange alone time, and Jason had always refused him the opportunity.

Now, here he was with paddle in hand, a paddle he used to call out another substantial figure and take the spot as the highest bidder. And in that moment, all she could think about was his arm raised behind her, his wooden paddle spanking her behind.

* * * *

An hour later, the submissive women awaited their first introductions with the men who had paid for their time. Cherie rushed her after she finished what they called the interview process.

“How’d you do?” Cherie asked, not quite as friendly as she’d been earlier.

“I survived,” Kimberly replied, wishing she could find a private room to take care of her intimate needs discreetly.

“From what I hear, you cashed in.”

“How?” Kimberly asked, understanding Wyatt probably didn’t pay twenty-four million for her time.

Cherie shot her a devilish grin. “Hogties? Really?”

“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do for a good cause. Right?”

Cherie shrugged. “I’ll give you credit. You pulled out all the stops. Now, if you make it through the interview process, you’ll walk away from this weekend as a superstar.”

Kimberly eyed the door leading to the study. “What happens in there?”

“Oh you know, the usual intimate stuff. You may be asked to complete a medical history. You’ll be questioned about former sexual and lifestyle partner history. You’ll be required to complete an interview with your possible dates.”

“Dates?”

“Surely you know by now.” She paused. “Sebastian Ketchum and Wyatt Clanton are all yours for an entire week.”

“Week? I can’t stay here for a week.”

“Did you read the fine print on your sub card?”

“Yes, I read it,” Kimberly replied. “I committed to a long weekend.”

Cherie shook her head. “You didn’t read all of it. In the event a submissive woman’s time is purchased for over twenty million dollars, it’s an automatic seven-day commitment.”

“What?” Kimberly was stunned.

“They’ll make it worth your while,” Cherie told her. “I overheard the two of them talking with Sebastian’s butler, Jaelon. Honey, they weren’t just bidding for a good cause. Evidently, they’re playing for keeps.”

Kimberly entered the study dressed the way Wyatt had left her. The webbed bodice looked damp and seemingly clung to her shape, particularly around areas of significant interest.

Wyatt and Sebastian stood in front of the polished walnut desk. Her confidence could’ve been bottled up and sold as she strutted across the floor runner and stopped in front of them.

Dropping her gaze, she positioned her arms behind her back, thrusting her chest forward and parting her legs about four inches at the same time.

“Kimberly.” Sebastian spoke first, reaching for her chin and forcing her to look at him. “I’m Sebastian Ketchum.”

“I know who you are.”

“Do you remember meeting me on several occasions?”

“I remember some details.”

“To which I owe Jason Neely a great deal of disrespect,” Sebastian said.

Her upper cheek twitched.

“That bothers you?” Sebastian asked, narrowing his gaze.

“I came here with Wyatt tonight,” she said defiantly, averting her gaze. “He doesn’t think very highly of Jason either and I’m wondering why either of you think it’s necessary to bring up former lovers in a setting such as this.”

Sebastian released his hold. “You’ll discuss former lovers tonight.” He walked to the leather sofa, took a seat, and splayed his arms over the cushions. He spread his legs wide and smirked the second she gaped at the bulge between his thighs.

Wyatt ignored Sebastian and touched her cheek. He drew her into a heated kiss for two reasons. First, he wanted to set her mind at ease and secondly, he wanted her to focus on him, not Sebastian.

When their lips parted, she said, “I’m upset with you.”

“Careful,” he warned her. “Remember your place now. You signed the paperwork. You agreed to the terms.”

“I’m submissive, but I still have a mind of my own. You knew where you were bringing me and still didn’t give me time to plan beforehand.”

“If you had known what we held in store for you, would you have come here tonight?” Sebastian asked.

“So you were in on this from the beginning?”

“Right from the start,” Sebastian replied.

A long silence became downright uncomfortable. Wyatt took a seat on the sofa and directed her to the padded mat in front of them.

“Present here,” he said, pointing to the burgundy floor covering.

Reluctantly, Kimberly knelt before them. She bowed her head and closed her eyes.

“Relax, sub,” Sebastian said. “And look at us.”

She took a deep breath and stared at them as if she were eager to discover more about their terms but defiant enough to tell them to go to hell if the terms discussed didn’t meet her expectations or needs.

“In a moment, you’ll be required to fill out a medical history. Part of the questionnaire includes listing your lovers. If you leave anyone out, you will be punished,” Sebastian said.

“It’s important to remember I’ve been working with your family and Mitch for a while now. I may know more about your personal life than you realize.”

“My personal life revolved around Jason.”

“Did I ask you to speak?” Sebastian asked, his tone alarming.

Visible tremors shook her, and Wyatt was impressed. The little vixen responded well to an authoritative tone. He liked the evidence supporting the finding—hardened nipples and chill bumps on her arms.

Wyatt wondered then if Sebastian’s sudden change in demeanor had anything to do with his meeting with the Texans. One of the brothers had chuckled and readily admitted that he’d deliberately run up the bid. The other mentioned he wouldn’t have a Cartwell for love or money. The women were cursed, he’d said, too much trouble for any profitable return.

The Texans had definitely rubbed Sebastian the wrong way.

“You peeked,” Sebastian accused her.

“I did,” she admitted.

“And when you were watching me and I was watching you, what do you think I meant when I nodded at you and waved my fingers toward your crotch?”

Kimberly jerked. Sebastian moistened his lips.

“Answer the question, sub.”

“Give her a minute,” Wyatt said, growing more and more irritated by his sour mood.

“You wanted me to come,” she said.

“Yes,” Sebastian agreed, stroking his chin. “Why didn’t you? Were you embarrassed?”

“Really?” She resisted an outright laugh. “No, I wasn’t embarrassed.”

“What then?” Sebastian asked, scooting to the edge of the sofa.

Her gaze locked on his stretched slacks.

“Sub, answer me.”

She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I was defiant. I felt like I gave everyone enough of a show. I only climax for my Master.”

“And who is your Master?”

“Certainly not Jason,” she replied.

“Who?” Sebastian asked, leaning forward.

Her gaze jumped from Wyatt to Sebastian. “And certainly not either of you.”

Sebastian leapt to his feet and rushed around the table. Standing so his cock was eye level with her, he grabbed her chin and held it firmly in his hand again. “Is that defiance, ridicule, an objection to this charity function, or outright rejection?”

“Can I make a suggestion?” Wyatt asked.

Kimberly and Sebastian locked gazes.

Sebastian’s brow furrowed. “Go ahead.”

“Let’s get the interview questions out of the way so the two of you can warm up to one another.”

“We’ve already warmed up to one another. Haven’t we, Sebastian?” Kimberly taunted him. “We’ve had years to let that hotness drive us to the point of madness.”

Sebastian’s nostrils flared. “Sexual frustration can lead to insanity. I’ve admittedly been on the brink.”

“I can see that,” she whispered, smiling.

Sebastian glanced at Wyatt. “Start the questions.”

“Great,” Wyatt grumbled.

Kimberly arched a brow. “Let’s get to it.”

* * * *

“Sit on the desk with your legs outstretched,” Wyatt said, pointing to the massive furniture located in front of a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.

Following his instructions, she climbed on the furniture and scooted all the way to the middle, parting her legs and keeping her heels against the wood, her toes pointed up. “May I take off my shoes?”

Wyatt approached the desk. He untied the straps around her ankles and slipped off her shoes before placing them on the floor. “Better?”

“Definitely,” she agreed, exchanging a smile.

Sebastian stared at her pussy the moment her legs parted. “The soaked lace does very little to conceal her pussy lips.”

The pussy in question tingled and clenched.

Shaking his head, he seemingly forced himself to look away. A masculine growl filled the room, and Wyatt turned his attention to Sebastian. “Okay?”

Sebastian snorted at that. “Let’s start.”

“The interview process includes questions and demonstrations,” Wyatt explained.

“We’ll also give you some information. We’ll explain some of the reasons why we felt like a good match for you, and we’ll want to touch you throughout the process as well, perhaps even have you wear a few trinkets for us. Are you open to that?”

“The trinkets sound exciting.”

“You don’t,” Sebastian pointed out.

“How excited do you want me?” she asked, spreading her legs wider. Placing one hand behind her back, she twisted to a split position and pumped her body up and down, smoothing her pussy over the wood. “Will this work for you?”

Sebastian stared at the glistening moisture on the wood. His mouth fell open. His jaw set.

Kimberly kept rubbing herself against the furniture. “Hmm. God yeah, that feels so incredible.”

Sebastian rushed the desk. He took her by the arm and gently pulled her away from the furniture. “You’re an exhibitionist. I get that. I saw the proof with my own eyes. But what I want to know is what you’re doing here. You aren’t a submissive. You’re a fraud.”

She puckered her lips. “Careful, Mr. Ketchup, you’ll hurt my feelings.”

“Ketchum.”

“Whatever,” she mouthed. He’d pissed her off with his insult. If she wasn’t submissive, no one had ever been a submissive. She’d lived with Jason, craved him. Hell, she’d nearly worshipped the ground he’d walked on, and this man called her out as a fraud?

“He wants to know why you’re here, Kimberly,” Wyatt said. “Answer him.”

She further contemplated the accusations. “Has the interview started?”

“Yes,” Sebastian replied, his eyes gleaming with lust.

“Yes, I’m an exhibitionist. I’m here because I wanted to go on a date with Wyatt. I was intrigued by the benefit so I stayed.” She paused. She forced her gaze to the floor, a nearly impossible task considering she found the two men in front of her as arousing as a promised fuck after hours of sexting. “And I am, in all the ways that you would expect and then some, quite submissive.”

Sebastian returned to the sofa and motioned for Wyatt, who looked rather pleased with her response. Once they were seated across from her, Sebastian retrieved a legal notepad from the coffee table.