TAMING HIS LITTLE DOVE

“This one’s got big tits. I bet you her pussy smells like peach.”

The murmurs cut through the messy haze of Aria’s mind, a man’s laughter echoed in her ears as soon as her consciousness began to return to her.

“I’d fuck those over my wife’s any time.” Another man’s agreement followed suit, she blinked repeatedly but yet the darkness didn’t seem to leave. A red blindfold covered her eyes, her head rolled to the side.

In attempt to move, a bind snapped her back in place. Her hands were bound in front of her with velvet rope, and her legs spread apart, strapped open with thin leather that dug into her ankles.

Goosebumps covered her skin the moment cold breeze bristled past her, and her inner thighs.

Where were her cheap jeans? And the loose top she draped over it? Her heart started pounding frantically in her chest, completely drowning out the murmurs of the crowd.

But then she heard a click of heels on the platform she laid helpless on, the rest of the voices were laughter, but they were mostly from men.

“The Auction will now begin,” A voice said in front of her, Auction?

Earlier she was closing the bar for the night, tossing her apron angrily on the hook because her boss was an even cheaper bastard than she thought.

He wanted to fuck her after she begged him to allow her share missing posters of her sister to his customers.

She was going to close the doors that night and never come back. But once she got in the alley way, the sudden overwhelming smell of chloroform filled her senses the moment a hand clamped over her mouth.

Now she was here, on display like a piece of meat at the butcher’s corner.

“Item 87, package is twenty two and a virgin. Completely untouched, a complete exotic experience. The bid starts at one million.” Whoever was on the platform said through the microphone.

Item? That didn’t baffle her as much as when they announced her as a virgin, who else would know that? Only her sister did before she disappeared.

And she wouldn’t be a virgin if her thirsty boyfriend wasn’t patient enough to find her hole and kicked her out of his house that night.

Soon, the spot lights almost left her retina begging as the blindfold was yanked off her face. She flinched, blinking rapidly with the tears that hung at the corner of her eyes.

The room was massive, it was like theatre stage back in her middle school.

Different men dressed in expensive attires, holding a mask over their faces with their betting paddle resting on their tables.

Aria jerked, thrashing from side to side, trying to cover herself from the weak piece of clothing they dressed her in.

Her head managed to gaze down at her legs, they were spread apart for full view with only the lingerie net covering her pussy.

“Two million!” A voice rang from the crowd, jerking her back to reality.

Her throat ached behind the gag, veins lined her throat in an attempt to scream for them to stop.

But tears pooled in her eyes instead as they didn’t get the message. Her eyes darted around frantically, desperate for an escape, like she could even move from there.

“Three million!”

“Four point five!”

The number rose like flames, but then in a single moment….

“Ten million.” A single glove hand lifted his paddle from the back of the room in a corner, completely darkened out.

Silence immediately engulfed the atmosphere, “w-we have ten million. G-going once, going twice…” the host stuttered,

Aria squinted desperately, why was the host stuttering. She tried scooting over more, but the bind restricted her movements.

“It’s the collector…” she heard faintly,

Her bidder rose simply, the spotlight contrasting so it was difficult to see his face. Cigarette smoke curled around him like flames, his presence seems to suffocate the people around.

The men turned toward him, like he was something they feared or wished would remain hidden.

He stepped forward, and air left her lungs immediately. He stood at 6’3 feet tall, his broad chest embodied his black suit, and his dark hair swept back to maintain his sharp jaw line and savage eyes.

His gaze pierced into hers, and before she barely got the chance to register the devil standing before her, two arms grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her off the stage.

And like they were rushing to deliver a parcel, they moved swiftly in the hallway till they got to a door.

Swiftly, they opened it and hurled her inside, tossing her on a massive bed like she weighed nothing.

Her chest tightened, the burgundy lace that clung to her body made her feel more naked. They removed the gag from her mouth and hurried out.

A sharp gasp left her throat, she started to push herself back regardless of her bind till her back hit the headboard.

Then the door creaked open, her head snapped up

And he stepped in

His presence immediately engulfed the room, and he hadn’t even said anything. He just stood there, watching her. Aria’s heart pounded so hard it started to hurt,

“Please,” she whispered, “th-this is a mistake..”

He took a step away from where he stood, approaching the bed slowly with his hands pocketed in his suit jacket.

“I paid ten million dollars,” He said in a low growl, “You belong to me now”

He got to the edge and stopped, his gaze dropped to the ropes biting into her skin. The red marks on her body, and hand prints, but his expression remained the same.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured. “That’s good, fear makes things honest.”

Her head shook softly in fear, he took his hands from his pocket and peeled off his gloves. Deep scars ingrained on one of his palms, harsh lines ran along the other.

Then, he crouched. His hand wrapped around her jaw, and forced her to look up at him. Tears hung at the corner of her eyes,

“I wonder,” he said quietly, his blue eyes gazing intensely into hers. “If your sister trembled like this.”

Her body went rigid, hiccups threatened to tear through her throat and her lungs begged for air. He knew her sister, how? He took her?

A wicked smirk played at the corner of his lips. “Now you’re listening..”

He let go of her jaw, and stepped back. Then he settled in the leather chair across the bed, he slouched, his legs spread apart as he watched her.

“Beg,” He urged.

Her mouth opened slowly, and then he smiled

“Good girl,”

Tears soon prickled down her face, as she watched herself being completely at his mercy,

He grinned, “You’ll learn to obey, before I decide you’re more fun when you scream.”