All Chapters of Behind Closed Doors: Nine Forbidden Nights: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I don’t ask the questions that are spinning in my head out loud. I just stare at Faye, letting it all sink in.“Ivy, I’m serious. I’m not whoring you out. It ’s just dinner,” she insists. “All that happens is that you have a meal with the guy for Valentine ’s Day.Some poor old sap who doesn’t have a date. That ’s it.”“Okay,” I say again. And then, as her eyebrows widen as if she doesn’t believe me, I say, “What?I said okay.”Faye’s pretty brown eyes turn wide andpleading, as if she ’s worried that I’m going to back out.I won’t. I’m loyal to my word and would do anything for my best friend in the world— and I guess this proves it. But that doesn’t mean I’m notapprehensive about it.“You know I wouldn’t ask you to do this if I didn’t absolutely have to,” she says, grabbing my hand and squeezing it as if to apologize. “I really, reallyappreciate it.”“Iknow,” I tell her, half a smile finallycreeping onto my face. “And I’m happy for you that Rowe seems to want to take things to the

“How ’s the due diligence coming along?”Steve asks me now, but I shoot him a look that says I don’t want to fucking talk about it.I had been lost in the thoughts whirling around my head. My dad has that effect on me, which is why I don’t often like to be around him these days eventhough I appreciate all he ’s done for me in the past. Steve ’s question jolts me out of my own little world, but I’m not happy that he asked it.When he sees my narrowed eyes and pursed lips, Steve shirks back in his chair and mumbles,“We’ll talk about it at our morning meeting tomorrow.”“Good idea,” I say, grateful for my excuse to leave. “I’ve got to head out.”“You’re leaving already?” the bartender pouts, and my eyes shoot her daggers.As usual, she doesn’t seem to notice that I don't enjoy her badgering me in between drinks— or when I'm trying to dart out.“It ’s Valentine ’s Day,” she continues. “Any big plans?”I shake my head.Jenna has worked here for years and is friendly and competent at her

I watch the girls file out onto the stage, but I know all of them. None of them are the new girl.Where is she?I didn’t come here tonight to be with any of the women lined up in front of me. I could take anywoman I wanted to dinner on Valentine ’s Day. I could have an Ivy League educated debutante with whom to discuss politics, science or literature over wine andcaviar.I could fly her to my cabin in Vail Ridge where we could ski all day and fuck all night. I could marry her and have three gorgeous babies and live happily ever after.If I were just a normal man, even a normalfilthy rich man, I could do any of these things. But I’m not a normal filthy rich man. I’m Emory Drier. I have particular predilections. And that ’s why I come to this club.I want a woman who will let me tie her up and spank her ass until it ’s red and welted. I want a womanwho will moan out of both pleasure and pain while the switches hit her bare skin and then beg me for more. And then I want to walk away

“You’re up,” Nora says, nudging me towards the front of the stage.I’ve felt frozen in a mixture of fear andexcitement since I got out here. But now I force my feet to walkin the direction of the “auctioneer.” I still can’t get over how crazy all of this is.“Next up we have Rach— wait a second,” the auctioneer says, as he reads his notes.Nora walks over to him and whispers something in his ear.“ Standing in for Faye tonight, we have thelovely Ivy,” the auctioneer continues, after clearing his throat. “ She is a nineteen- year- old universitystudent studying political science and creative writing, who seeks a career in journalism. She enjoys playing the guitar and listening to music.”Faye must have given him that bio, and it ’s not exactly accurate. I haven’t played the guitar since high school. And I already have a job in journalism. I won an award from my school’s journalism department that led to a part-time gig writing for the ScottsdaleIndependent about political ethics.I

I wasn’t intending to start off this way. I’mtaking things a bit more slowly than I usually do. I look down at Ivy ’s exposed, vulnerable pussy and her confused yet trusting eyes.I can’t believe I’m going so easy on her. Ishould be furious, and demanding a refund from Dot. Clearly Ivy didn’t sign up for this and she ’s not the pliant submissive I thought she would be.And yet I feel differently about her than Ido other girls I’ve taken to this room. The way that I feel different is by the fact that I feel anything at all. That ’s rare, and this feeling is actually quite overpowering.I shouldn’t continue this session. It ’s obvious that she ’s in over her head, as am I. Both of us are being stupid.But I can’t stop looking at her beautiful pussy. I need to make it mine. But first I need to find out who this unique creature who just walked into this room— and my life— really is.I rub the head of my cock up against her pussy.She squirms but I can tell it ’s out of delight instead o