Free Naughty Bits Part IV: The Highest Bid by Joey W. Hill Page B

the bullet, making her hips jerk in rhythm as he kept applying those electrical impulses to her clit.
    “Master . . .” She bit back a yelp as he gave her a sharper zap, a reminder she was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. But he caressed her cheek as if her outburst had pleased him.
    “The bidding is about to begin for her, sir.” Shale’s voice, through an intercom. “Would you like to open?”
    “Twenty-five thousand.”
    “Very good, sir.”
    He put pressure on her shoulder, holding her steady until her knees met the floor since she had no hands to balance her. She heard the rustle of clothing, a zipper opening, then she inhaled the intoxicating musk of his cock. “Now would be the time for you to convince me just how much you want to be mine.”
    She already had her lips parted. He fed his stiff organ to her, keeping his fist wrapped around it so he gave her a provocative inch at a time, making her lick and suck and tease at his knuckles with her mouth. With the sway of her body and the fervency with which she worked her lips over the portion he gave her, she begged for more. The plug inside her, the rub of the bullet against her clit, all added to her enthusiasm, her arousal.
    “Thirty thousand.”
    Another pause as more bids were taken. Every few moments, the voice came through again, Shale patiently waiting for his next counteroffer. Sometimes he paused, and Madison would renew her efforts, frantic that he might change his mind. This was her reality, fully immersed in the fantasy that had been drawn around her, made impossible to resist by the blindfold she wore, the way he’d submerged her senses in an environment that convinced her she was in an auction house, and he was one of her bidders, this stern man in uniform.
    “Fifty-six thousand.” He reached down, caught one of those chains and she came off her heels as he tugged at her left nipple, pulling it up higher. She moaned against his cock as he thrust harder, his other hand fisted in her hair. “You’re worth a hundred thousand for your mouth alone,” he muttered. “But I have to have enough left over to feed you.”
    She didn’t need food. She just needed him. She teased the corona, sucking on the edges, flicking her tongue along the throbbing vein. She wanted to make him come, wanted to hear him make the winning bid in a strangled tone of near release. He chuckled harshly as if he sensed her intent, and then pulled her off of him.
    “Forehead to floor, ass in the air. Spread your thighs. Let me see those switch marks.”
    She obeyed, whimpering. She was so close to coming it was as if she was in aftershocks already. It was hard not to move. He pulled up a chair near her and rested the flat of one shoe against her ass cheek, using her as a footrest. A struck match and she smelled the scent of a clove cigarette, a much more pleasant scent than the tobacco kind.
    “We have a competing bid of ninety-thousand, sir. I believe you have some competition.”
    “One hundred and five thousand. I know my competition, and he’s about tapped out. He doesn’t want her as much as I do. Which will be his eternal loss.”
    He shifted his foot, rocking her body slightly, almost like she was a cradle to soothe a baby, only she was the occupant being soothed by the movement as well. “I have some friends eager to meet you. You’re my gift to them tonight. After I enjoy you myself. I have to be sure you’re worth what I’ve paid for you.”
    Another silence, and then the intercom crackled. “Congratulations, sir. You have the winning bid. We’ve completed the transfer from your account. You may take her home.”
    “I’d like to see them try to stop me.” The delicious threat and promise rippled along her spine. Her Master rose, trailing his fingers along that same track, down to the crease of her buttocks, probing between them, making her twitch as he dipped down beneath the thong to collect some moisture from her pussy, paint it around the