What do I do when I run out of options and I need money fast? I sell the only thing that I have that is worth any value… My virginity. Bidding starts at 1 million... Scarlett's Treasures, an exclusive auction house for wealthy men and women who buy the pleasures of those willing to give themselves...and they want me. What's a girl to do when she's in her mid-twenties, is still a virgin... and broke AF? Yep, I made that choice. Now, the only problem is, I don't have only one buyer to please, but there are three and one of them just so happens to be my childhood best friend and crush who broke my heart and left. Now he's back and he's buying my virginity...which he thinks belongs to him. Meeting their demands will be a challenge, but it's a choice that I'm going to have to make... Aria's days as a transaction turn into something more personal, she realizes that she may have made the best decision of her life. Will she succumb to the demands of her buyers or risk losing everything for a chance at real love and belonging?
View MoreHaving a choice is not always a good thing. Take me for example. I had two choices. The first was to keep my pride and continue struggling physically, emotionally, and financially. The second was to swallow my pride and do what needed to be done in order to get through life. Door number two is how I came to be here, kneeling on the floor patiently waiting on one of my owners to arrive. Yes, I said owners. I made the choice to sell my virginity on an auction block in order to pay for my mother’s hospital bills and rent, which was already past due. It was not something that I ever thought I’d do, but when I heard bits and pieces of a customer’s conversation with their friend while I was at work and then they gave me their business card, the wheels in my head started to turn.
I was supposed to keep my virginity safe for someone special, but after all the years that I waited, I decided to kill two birds with one stone. Not only would I come out of this an actual woman, but I would be a somewhat rich woman. At least until I paid my outstanding debts. What I had not counted on was the buyer being plural. I was to be shared between friends. As I continue to kneel, I think back to almost a little over a year ago when I was brought through the exact front door that I am now kneeling in front of. The man who purchased my virginity had explained some of the rules on the ride here, explaining that those who he would be sharing me with have different tastes than he did. He is the only one for whom I have to kneel. As long as I make myself available to all of them at any given time, the others will not make me kneel. Punishments are a different story. “They love punishing bad girls,” he told me. That statement had scared me at the time, and I tried to figure out if there was a way to give the money back and go home. They stripped me right there in the foyer and inspected every crevice. If memory serves me, I tried running out the door, even being butt-ass naked, but they caught me around the waist, and I experienced my first spanking. Nothing surprised me more than to find out that getting spanked does delicious things to my body. The two of them enjoyed teasing me that night as they waited for the other friend to show up. I was ashamed that my body would betray me like that, but I was also hoping that it would mean that losing my virginity would not be as bad as I thought it would. Finally, I hear voices outside the door, pulling me from my thoughts. My knees still are not accustomed to kneeling for long lengths of time, so excitement fills me at the sound of his voice getting closer. There is a second voice following him, and my heart skips a beat. I love all my men, but there is a special place in my heart for the one who has held that spot for the last nineteen years. When the door opens, I am greeted with, “Hello, Baby Doll.” I lean into the large hand sliding through my hair. I am then lifted onto my feet when I hear, “There’s my beautiful girl!” and I’m crushed into an embrace before his soft lips dominate my own. It is within these arms that I feel most at home. When I was finally introduced to my third and final owner, it was as if the world tilted. I stopped breathing for a moment and the room started to spin as I became dizzy. I believe it was the first time that I came close to fainting….(Flashback)
6 Years Old “Will you marry me, Knox?” I try handing the dark-haired boy a handmade ring that I had made out of a dandelion stem. We have been best friends since he and his parents moved next door to us a year ago. It took him about a week or so for him to warm up to me with my energetic attitude, though. I think I scared him just a little bit. My mom used to say that I could have been the energizer bunny in another life, but he finally accepted that he couldn’t get rid of me that easily and now we are inseparable. Knox is sitting on the ground under my tree house, playing around an ant hill with a stick. He’s been in a bad mood since he came out to play with me, making me think that his parents were fighting again. My friend always gets quiet and occupies himself with anything he can when his parents get like this. Most likely, his dad came home drunk again. It’s how the fighting usually starts and then Knox comes running over to my house. Still not answering my question, I sit down beside him, and shove the handmade ring close to his face until he looks me in the eye with his light blue eyes. “Knox Hamilton, I asked you a question!” I smile sweetly, “Are you going to marry me or not?” He slaps the ring out of my hand, “We are too young to get married, Aria!” I watch as the ring falls apart as it hits the ground. “Besides, you are my best friend, so I can’t marry you, silly.” Standing back up, I put both my fists on my hips and glare down at my friend, “Why do you have to be so mean? It took me a long time to make that ring for you!” I feel the stinging in my eyes and I’m trying really hard not to let the boy before me see my tears, but I can’t hold back the tremble in my bottom lip. Before I break down completely, I turn around and run back to my house, slamming the door behind me. I don’t stop running until I get to my bedroom. Throwing my little body onto my purple princess comforter that covers my bed, I squeeze my eyes closed and try my hardest not to cry. I’ve always been a bit emotional, but since becoming friends with Knox, I try to act tougher than I really am. I don’t want my friend seeing me cry or looking weak. I don’t want him thinking that I’m not tough enough to be his friend. Once my eyes don’t sting anymore, I sit up on my bed and look towards my window that faces our backyard. Scooting my butt to the edge of the bed, I slide down to the floor and take the few steps over to the window. Iexpect to see Knox still sitting under my tree house, but he isn’t. I can still see the indent in the grass from where he was sitting, but he’s nowhere to be found. A few days later I kick the ground with my foot as I sit on a swing in our yard. It’s Saturday afternoon and I’m bored out of my mind. Usually, Knox and I are together all day long, but I haven’t seen him since I stomped off two days ago, after he threw my ring away. I don’t know what to do with myself without my best friend. There are no other kids in our neighborhood, which is why we became friends to begin with. So, I feel the loss of Knox’s company deeply and sulk by myself in the backyard. The shuffling of feet draws my attention and I look up. Knox has his head down as he makes his way over to me. He stops right in front of me but doesn’t look up. The ground seems to be more interesting to him. Keeping his head down, he lifts his arm up before opening his little fist. There’s a circle of twine sitting in the palm of his hand. “What is this?” I ask, trying to figure out what he’s up to. “I’m sorry I ruined the ring you made me, Aria. I didn’t mean to.” His voice is barely above a whisper. “I made one for you and one for me.” He lifts his other hand to show me that he’s already wearing his. I’m confused as to why he is acting so shy. It’s not like him. I take the ring of twine from his palm and slide it on the ring finger on my right hand. I take hold of his hand and give it a little tug. His dark head finally lifts and that’s when I see it. The black and blue bruising around the outside of his left eye isn’t hard to miss. Neither is my reaction which is why he holds up his hand to stop me from talking. “Don’t say anything, Aria. I’m okay, it doesn’t even hurt.” He tries to give me the smirk that always makes me smile, but he fails miserably. “What happened?” I don’t really need to ask because I already know. My best friend tried to protect his mom. He shrugs, “You know how my old man gets. I wanted to try and put him in his place when he went after mom,” He touches the bruise and tries to hide the flinch, “but he caught me off guard.” My friend always tries acting tough, but I know it’s just for show. “Knox, you are seven years old! How do you expect to beat up a grown up?” I’m not trying to make him sound like a wimp. He needs to know that he is too young to try and fight back like that. “Whatever, I can take my old man, Aria. He just got in a lucky shot.” He kicks at the ground. I don’t want to make him mad, so I change the subject. “Thank you for making me the ring, Knox.” He shrugs again, “I owed it to you.” His blue eyes meet mine, “I was serious about us being too young, though. Maybe these can be promise rings for when we grow up.” A big smile breaks out on my face, and I throw my hands around Knox’s neck, “You’re my best friend in the whole wide world and one day you will be my husband, Knox Hamilton!” I fully expect him to push me away, because he’s usually not a hugger, but he surprises me when he hugs me back, squeezing me tightly. I’m not sure how long we stand there hugging each other. It doesn’t matter though because I have my best friend back. When I go to let go, Knox holds me tighter. Before I can say anything, he whispers into my ear. His words stun me, but then another smile forms on my face. He finally steps away from me and shoves me in the shoulder, “Last one to the tree house is a rotten egg!” and he takes off, leaving me standing there, replaying his whispered words…. “You will always be my best friend, Aria, and one day I will make you my wife, and I will love you forever!”(End Flashback)When I opened my eyes again, I remember staring up at those beautiful light blue eyes from my past. And I decided at once that I had made the right decision. No matter whether it’s right or wrong; my choice led me to where I knew I belonged. It not only brought me to them, but it brought me back to HIM.
MERRICK As I stand with my two best friends in the doorway of the playroom, our eyes land on one of the most precious possessions that we own...our wife. I say own because we do. We have owned her mind, body, and soul ever since the day we purchased Aria on the auction block about eight years ago. However, she owns all three of us as well. She may submit to us, but we are all equal in our unique dynamic. "Such a beautiful sight, Baby Doll," I'm the first to go to her as she kneels in the middle of the room, waiting for her Masters to come, "What role do you feel like playing today? Do you want to be our dirty little whore, a cum slut, pain slut, or all of the above?" "I will take option D, Sir." She grins up at me. "All of the above it is, then," I smirk. I stand in front of her in just a pair of gray sweatpants, looking down and grinning. There is no need to tell her what to do because Aria knows her part well and is perfect at it. As she comes up on her knees, sh
Waking up early has never been my thing, but on this particular day, my eyes snap open before the alarm even goes off. I lay in the big bed all by myself and stare up at the ceiling as I think about what this day will bring. I am getting married. Well, the four of us will be uniting, but I like to think of it as marrying my other two men. I‘ve waited for this day for over a year, and now that it’s here, I’m nervous as hell. What if nobody shows up? I know that not everyone understands our dynamic, but I need this day to be special for not only me but for Merrick and Jory as well. Knox is already legally married to me, so he’s participating in it for me because I asked him to. Not only will I be uniting with Merrick and Jory, and they with me, but Knox will unite with them as well, even though they don’t have that kind of a relationship. It’s a sign that we are all in this together, no matter what. I thought it was cute that they wanted to sleep elsewhere the night before the ce
"Your body is our playground." Knox's words have been playing in my head repeatedly all week. Is it wrong that I find it to be one of my favorite phrases they say to me? I can never get enough of any of my men, and even though I was worried going into this week's fuck fest, as Knox called it, it has been nothing short of amazing. I'm sad to see that it's coming to an end. With it being our last day locked in the playroom, Knox has invited the others to join us again. What I was expecting was a hard-core fuck session, but instead, all three overwhelm me with their loving touches and how they use my body with gentleness, showing me their love. Even as I take Merrick into my mouth, there is no shoving himself in deep. In fact, I'm the one that has to work his cock all the way into my throat. Then there is Jory. When you think of anal, you think of getting pounded; well, at least I do because that's how it usually is, but Jory takes making love to a whole other level as he does pre
KNOX In the days following our return with Jordan, we all were on high alert, waiting for the next shoe to drop, only it never did. We learned that both Jory's parents were sentenced to many years in federal prison for embezzlement, fraud, and tax evasion on top of the kidnapping charges. They will not be getting out until the boys are adults. Since learning that we no longer had to worry about the Payne's, any ex-fiancée, or a Mafia Kingpin stalker, life has finally become more enjoyable. Of course, I still keep guards on Aria and the boys because one can't be too careful, but at least we don't look over our shoulders at every turn. The boys are about to turn six months old, and I couldn't be more excited about it. My wife doesn't know that I've come up with a plan that may seem a bit much for some, but it's a part that I want to play with her. One that Merrick came up with and has helped with the setup. Our girl is a little freak regarding kink, and I hope she is okay
JORY It feels so surreal knowing that my parents will finally get what they deserve. Don't get me wrong, and I'm grateful to them for giving me life and my twin brother; even though our time was cut short, I'm happy to have had him in my life. As for the rest, my parents can kiss my ass; they never cared for me, so I learned long ago not to care for them. They could have gone on living their lives and doing illegal business had they not come back into my life, first with Sandra and then to try and take my son. I don't think I will ever know the real reason why they only took one twin, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that it was because of his name. I assume they were trying to replace the son they had lost, and since my son was his namesake, they took him. Would they have taken either of them had we not chosen my brother's name, though? We will never know because I will not waste another breath trying to talk to them about it. "Do you want me to hold him for a wh
"Watch your step, baby," Knox says as he takes my hand and helps me step out of the jet. I stand here for a moment, looking at our surroundings before descending the stairs. Since I only threw one outfit for each of us into the suitcase, we don't have much to carry. Merrick brings up the back carrying the luggage, and we stand just inside the building to wait out of sight for the Payne's to arrive. When we see a limo pull up, we know it's there for one reason, to carry my son away. My heart races as the minutes tick by. I study each of my guys, but they are too concentrated on staring at the sky. Smiling just a bit, I think back to when I had nobody in my life except for my mother, who was still in a coma. Now I have three strong men willing to fight for and with me, who love me to no end. As I told Merrick, I can never regret making that one choice that led me to them. I should write Scarlett a Thank You letter for giving me her card that faithful night in the diner. If it
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