Mag-log inThe suite is on the top floor of a hotel I've only ever seen from the outside, the kind of place where rooms cost more per night than I make in a month at my regular job.Edmund opens the door with a key card and gestures for me to enter first. The space is enormous, all floor-to-ceiling windows offering a spectacular view of the city lights, modern furniture in neutral tones, and a bed that could comfortably sleep six people without anyone touching. Champagne is already chilling in a silver bucket on the table, and soft music plays from hidden speakers throughout the room.They've prepared for this. Planned every detail in advance.Julian closes the door behind us, and the click of the lock sends a shiver down my spine. There's no backing out now. Not that I want to back out."Would you like a drink?" Edmund asks, already moving toward the champagne. "We're not in any rush tonight. We have you until sunrise.""Yes." My voice comes out steadier than I expected given the circumstances.
The blindfold comes off and I blink against the sudden brightness of the stage lights.I'm standing in the center of a circular platform, elevated several feet above a crowd I can barely see through the blinding glare. They're out there in the darkness, though, seated in plush leather chairs and holding numbered paddles. I can hear them shifting, murmuring to each other, appraising me like a piece of art they might want to hang in their homes or a racehorse they're considering for their stables.This is The Exchange. The most exclusive underground auction in the city, where women who want to be wanted come to be purchased for a single night. No names exchanged. No contact information swapped. Just one evening of total surrender to whoever wins the bidding war and takes you home.I signed up three months ago after finding the website through a friend of a friend. I submitted my application, passed the extensive background check, underwent a medical screening, and went through the orien
I learn quickly that eating pussy is an art form Margot has spent years perfecting.She guides me with words and gentle touches, telling me exactly where to lick, how fast to move, how much pressure to use. "Circles," she breathes, her hand gentle but insistent in my hair. "Smaller now. Right there. Yes, fuck, just like that, don't stop."Her taste fills my mouth, unfamiliar but immediately addictive, and I find myself chasing more of it with desperate enthusiasm. More of her breathless moans. More of the way her thick thighs tighten around my head when I do something particularly right. More of everything she's willing to give me.Ellis watches us from the foot of the bed, stroking himself slowly with one hand, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in the sight of his wife and their new lover tangled together. There's something intensely erotic about being watched like this, about knowing that my inexperienced attempts to pleasure his wife are turning him on just as much as they're w
Margot's mouth is still on mine when Ellis starts undressing me.His fingers find the tie of my wrap dress and pull with gentle certainty, and the fabric falls away from my body like it was never there at all. I'm exposed now, wearing nothing but my black lace thong, my skin pebbling in the cool air of their apartment and from the heat of their combined attention."Beautiful," Margot breathes against my lips, pulling back just far enough to look at me. Her hand traces down my neck, over my collarbone, between my breasts with agonizing slowness. "Look at you. We've been dreaming about this moment. About you.""You have?" My voice sounds distant to my own ears, lost in sensation and disbelief."Every time we heard you through the wall." Ellis's lips brush my ear from behind, his breath warm on my neck, making me shiver. "We wondered what you looked like in the dark. What sounds you made when you touched yourself. What you'd taste like if we ever got our mouths on you."His hands slide a
I wait a week before I text her.Not because I'm not interested, but because I need time to process what I'm interested in. I've never been with a woman before, never even kissed one outside of a drunken dare in college. I've certainly never been with a couple, never been the third person invited into someone else's bed. The most adventurous thing I've ever done sexually is let an ex-boyfriend tie my wrists with a necktie, and that lasted about thirty seconds before we both felt too awkward to continue.But I can't stop thinking about Margot. About the way she looked at me on that balcony, like she could see every secret I've been keeping from myself. About the way she touched my face, casual and proprietary, like she already knew she could have me if she wanted.And I can't stop thinking about him, the faceless man behind the wall, the deep groans and steady rhythm that have fueled my fantasies for weeks now. I imagine what he looks like. Tall, I think. Strong hands. The kind of man
I hear them through the walls on my first night in the new apartment.The woman first, a breathy moan that starts low and builds into something raw and unrestrained. Then the man, a deep groan that makes something tighten in my belly. The rhythmic thump of a headboard against the shared wall, steady and relentless, going on for what feels like hours while I lie awake in my new bedroom and listen.I tell myself I'm annoyed by the intrusion into my quiet first night. I tell myself I'll definitely complain to the landlord tomorrow about the paper-thin walls and the inconsiderate neighbors who clearly don't care who hears them. I tell myself the heat flooding through my body is just embarrassment at the accidental invasion of someone else's privacy, nothing more than that, nothing I need to examine too closely.But my hand slides between my thighs anyway, almost without conscious thought, and I come to the sound of them coming, biting my pillow hard to muffle my own sounds so they won't h
They give me barely a moment to recover before Zane is flipping me onto my back on the mattress. He strips off his shirt, revealing abs and chest that make my mouth water, then positions himself between my thighs. His cock presses against my entrance, thick and demanding."You ready for the real th
The charity auction was supposed to be innocent. Dinner and a movie with whoever bought your "date package." My sorority sisters dared me to volunteer, and I figured some nervous econ major would bid fifty bucks and take me to Applebee's.Instead, five guys from Kappa Sigma pooled their money and ou
I hold his face and wipe the tear with my thumb and say “stay with me, open your eyes, I want to see you”and when he opens them they’re wet and black and the most honest thing I’ve ever looked at.“Move,” I whisper. “Start slow. I’ll tell you everything.”He pulls back and pushes in and his whole b
Three-game suspension. I treat his knuckles every night in the empty training room and the dynamic between us has shifted into something I can’t name. He’s stopped being cruel. What’s below is worse.He’s desperate in a way that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the possibility th







