Stripping had taught me a lot about communicating without words or touch. I just hoped that my silent plea for a smoking hot, young, highest bidder would be received by such a man.
Beep! Beep! Beep!The red light on the camera turned off and my heart plummeted into my stomach.
What? That's it? The camera hadn't even been on for more than three minutes, if that.
"Fuck. I butchered this," I sobbed and tossed myself face first into the pillow. The tears flowed like a waterfall and I didn't bother stopping them. There were too many emotions in them. I had never properly grieved about my mom having cancer. And now this.
The tears just continued to pour nonstop. I couldn't tell you how long I cried. I just knew I was damaged and needed the cry.
Knock! Knock!A heavy knock sounded at the door.
"Great, Lisa's pissed," I whimpered as I rolled over and got up from the bed.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I doubted Lisa wanted to see my ugly-cry face, but thankfully, the makeup Carol had used was miracle worthy. Besides my puffy eyes and red nose, you couldn't tell I had cried. My makeup was flawless.
"Come in," I called out. "I'll grab my stuff and–"
The door opened and my words were cut short. It wasn't Lisa, who entered. Far from it.
Staring at me was a man with short jet black hair, olive-colored skin, and a chiseled jawline, who was wearing scrumptious cologne and a black suit and tie.
"Hey," he said huskily.
Fuck. Even his voice was drool worthy.
"Hey," I whispered.
"I'm Kian Sv–" His face fell to a frown, which made me uneasy. He shut the door and locked it then stocked over to me. He lifted my chin with his thumb, making me look up into his green eyes.
"Who hurt you?" he asked, catching me off guard.
"What?" I wondered out loud, shaking my head.
"You've been crying."
"Oh," I said faintly and attempted to turn away from him but he wrapped a warm arm around my waist and held onto my chin.
"Why did you cry, Beautiful?"
"I… I… The auction didn't last long. I thought…" My words trailed off.
"You thought no one wanted you?" he asked. "Far from the truth," he chuckled.
"You don't have to lie. It's okay," I whispered.
Smack!The left side of my ass stung from Kian’s spanking, but the sting was soon replaced with other emotions, when he began massaging my ass. My pussy throbbed with a vengeance and I bit back a moan.
"First thing to know about me is that I won't lie to you. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Mmm. Fuck. Good girl," he said, gripping my ass with one hand and my neck with the other. Then he pulled me into him and kissed me with a vengeance. The moan I had bit back earlier, escaped into his mouth as our tongues intertwined with each other. He tasted like chocolate and butterscotch, and his firm grip on me screamed one-hundred percent man. Looked like tonight was in fact my lucky night.
Chapter Six
Kian
"Fuck," I moaned against her lips as our kiss deepened. My raging hard-on pressed between us.
