SERAPHINA
When the door behind which I was waiting suddenly opened, I felt Jackâs warm hands pulling me forward from the darkness. I was blinded and disoriented by the spotlights. Doing my best not to stumble, I followed his lead to the main stage.
His warm, steady hand guided me. I kept my shoulders back, even though my eyes were downcast. The robe was tightly fastened so as not to reveal anything yet.
Jack led me to the center of the stage to kneel on my pillow. I didnât look at him, maintaining a submissive demeanor to match Jackâs theatrics as he introduced me to the VIPs. My knees felt like jelly as I sank down onto the soft material, placing my hands on my thighs.
Then my nerves got the better of me. I felt eyes on me. Eyes that had me instinctively lifting my eyelashes slightly as I bowed my head.
I caught a brief glimpse of piercing blue eyes and blond hair before seeing nothing but the ground beneath me. ~Wow.~
I had expected some of Jackâs wealthy old friends, politicians, or even jealous golf buddies. Not who I suspected was sitting front and center from my brief glance. Vasiliev was one of Jackâs biggest rivals, someone I had only met briefly under less than pleasant circumstances.
I assumed it was just for show and any bid he made would be a fake tax write-off. If not, it could be some kind of peace offering or threat wrapped in one. I guessed it all depended on how much he spent tonight.
While I didnât involve myself in Jackâs business dealings, like I did in his sexual ones, I wasnât oblivious to the shady transactions. Jack and the entire Umbra Aurorae Coven controlled much of the underground markets in Northern Canada. Both magical and non-magical, they served about three percent of the United States and five percent of all of Canada.
When Jack first told me about his assets, I didnât think it sounded like much. That was until I saw the revenue coming in. Keeping my hands clean didnât exempt me from the gritty reality of Jackâs livelihood.
A fact that had become glaringly obvious three months ago. But it certainly came with its perks. Jack slipped a blindfold over my eyes.
His hand trailed down the back of my neck once it was securely in place as the silent bidding began. He continued to stand behind me. Numbers began to appear on a screen I couldnât see, only hear.
His fingers slowly began to skim over my bare skin near my breasts as he parted the material slightly. Jackâs body heat was scorching me. His throbbing member was on my shoulder as he straightened.
He promised more later, as well as more ~now~. Someone had made a bid. My heart pounded as I tried to keep my breathing steady.
Everything was quiet except for the sound of Jackâs footsteps. I wasnât sure what was happening or which bid had been made. I thought that the lowest bid was a strong possibility.
Jack said I was underestimating my worth and bet I would be tied up with rope for the highest bid, though it would certainly end the bidding war quicker for safety reasons if he was right. It was the sound of wheels that confirmed the lowest bid.
There hadnât been much furniture in the suggestions that didnât soundâ¦boring. At least for the amount of money being thrown around over one woman in my mind. So when Jack lifted me from my position to walk me over, it was pure instinct to cover myself when he smoothly ripped my silk robe off my body in what I imagined might be a flourish.
A hot flush spread across my cheeks even before my ass was rewarded with a slap from Jackâs bare hand. My breath left me in a rush. My mind went blank as I obediently responded by slowly lowering my hands to expose my bare breasts and bush.
My nipples hardened immediately at the sudden exposure to the air. And the attention in the room, despite my eyes still being covered. Exposed for all to see.
The murmurs came only seconds later. Half-formed words I couldnât understand. Jack led me once more by the hand.
I was unsure if he was parading me around the stage, or actually had a specific destination in mind. I realized it was both as my knees hit something velvety. Jackâs hand pressed into my back to bend me forward.
Trying to stay steady, I used my hands to brace myself as I sank down. I realized it was definitely the lowest bid. My body slid onto the special bed with ease as I sank into its soft, slippery embrace with grace.
Either I was safe, or the show had only just begun. I lay on my side, likely showcasing my curves, as I heard Jack release and prepare the cuffs. My breathing became uneven as I ran a hand down my thigh in what I hoped was a seductive gesture.
Hoping to captivate the audience and increase the bidding, I put on a show. However, my efforts seemed to be unappreciated by Jack. Swiftly, Jack turned me over, rewarding my efforts with a series of smacks.
The last one caused me to cry out. The room seemed to hold its breath as he pulled me forward. The lingering heat and sting from his hands turned into a warm pulse.
My heart raced as he seized my wrists. He secured my hands first, then my legs, roughly. I put on a bit of a show, lightly struggling against my restraints.
This caused a stir in the VIP section. What I hadnât anticipated was Jack tracing his fingers down my navel to the small patch of hair. He used his fingers to expose my already glistening, sensitive folds to everyone.
This caused an immediate blush to spread across my cheeks. While Jack had a close-up view, so did the VIPs. They were privy to an impressive zoomed view from the camera on Jackâs vest.
This thought would make everything even hotter later when Jack and I were alone. Jack loved showing off what was his. The idea of being this exposed was as thrilling for me.
Being the object of his desires certainly had its perks. I savored the sensation as a jolt of pure energy shot through my spine, making my head spin delicately. The sudden vibration against me made me cry out.
I realized the jolt was a vibrator. The sensation of movement was even more intense. I didnât realize I was upright until the restraints started pulling at my wrists.
The sensation of vertigo made my stomach do a strange butterfly cartwheel. Another startled cry escaped my lips as the vibrator was pressed into my pussy with more force. The intense feeling was too much, causing me to squirm and yelp with nowhere to go.
âThatâs it,â he whispered. The effect sent me spiraling as the pressure fluxed with soft movements. His scent set me off, and my brain registered one thing.
~This isnât my husband, this was notâ~
~It was ~him~.~
I came hard. My body instinctively clenched as the electric current shook me.
I cried out as I turned my head. The stranger leaned in close but did not touch me.
I could feel his heat against my neck as my body quivered. His light breath was more intimate than a physical touch as I continued to tremble in a delicious glow.
My lower lip trembled with both excitement and fear. My mind repeated that this was not what Jack and I had agreed to. Yet, I wondered if this would finally allow me to pierce the veil.
My heart was racing and a tingling sensation was already starting in my fingers and toes. He wasnât touching me directly, as Jack had promised. But the way Jack had described it, the gentleman would only be sitting in front of me, watching me as he took my last orgasm.
Not this. I could feel his body heat, his breath, his very essence as if the blindfold were nothing. This enhanced the sensations tenfold.
The vibrator was slowly inserted into me, making me cry out and pull at the restraints in an attempt to get away as my body shuddered in response. It felt as if I were touching his skin.
He moved with me while pleasuring me, rewarding me with a low chuckle as I felt my nipples being pinched. Stars filled my vision as I felt near the edge once more.
The sensations were almost overwhelming. My senses were being deprived and I didnât know the face of the stranger who touched me. Aleksandrâs eyes came to mind as the vibrator sat just in my entrance.
It moved with smooth grace, fucking me with the tip as each clamp got gently twisted tighter and tighter. His image burned into my thoughts. My ass and bared back moved against the smooth velvet, rolling pearls.
I wondered if they were dangerously close to snapping off their thread. I held onto the restraints to protect my wrists as I tried to move my hips to the rhythm. The deep, delicious chuckle curled my stomach and was met with a whimper of my own as my arms shook.
The sensation intensified as I felt his breath in my ear.
âPurr for me, Kitten. Make sure your husband hears who youâre cumming for.â
~Oh, God.~
My stomach dropped as my head spun, bringing me back to the last day I had seen him. How his cock had felt in my mouth, pulsing against my body. All the threats he had made while toying with me.
His hard cock pressed against my back as he threatened my husband. The sensation of him fucking me with a vibrator in a room full of strangersâin front of the same husband he was threateningâwas overwhelming.
Even though he hadnât explicitly said so, it was clear he was threatening my husband again. I came hard, my high-pitched moan more of a scream, far from controlled as the intensity built within my mind and body.
A large plug was slowly being inserted into my ass as the table tilted and shifted once more. It changed somehow, positioning me into a more comfortable crouch with my hips pistoned forward.
My mind couldnât comprehend which mechanism it was that Jack and I had likely played on before due to the blindfold. The thought fled as the onslaught of the vibrator fucking my pussy began again.
Desire began to drip down my legs as they started to shake. The lingering smell of my husband nearby intensified as I came hard and fast. I came again, more from the knowledge that he was still so close to Aleksandr and me, likely ensuring he didnât touch me.
His main job was to put on a show for the VIPs with his close-up camera and to move my body when the VIP, Aleksandr, couldnât touch me. The blindfold being ripped off, however, was not part of the agreement.
My breathing started to come out in uneven pants as the light blinded me. The cool, refreshing sensation hit my eyes in a daze. Warm fingers slid onto my chin.
The feeling of his suit pressing into my body was palpable. His eyes stared down into mine. A smile played on his lips as his bared fingers also brushed against my pussy.
A grin spread across his face as I came again, my lips tremblingâmy body shaking and pressing up against his, unable to stop as I felt an intensity well up between us. I was completely under his spell, lost in the intoxicating pleasure he was giving me.
His lips were just a breath away from mine. The sudden thought of Jack returning, triggered by the sensation of the plug being removed from my ass, disrupted the intense connection between Aleksandr and me.
It was like a jolt of pain that must have shown in my eyes, or perhaps in the way my body trembled. Aleksandr didnât seem to appreciate that, or maybe Jack decided that the last orgasm was enough to call it a night, because suddenly, the lights went out and the stage was plunged into darkness.