Auctioned to the Prisoners (Auctioned #4)

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KINKAID

THE MAN I USED TO BE

She’s nervous. It vibrates against me as if she was shivering in my arms.

It isn’t surprising. Lory’s half the size of one of us, and she’s alone with us in this cut-off part of the prison. I have no doubt that the warden will be down here at least once a day to check on how things are going, but there are a lot of hours to kill and chances for us to do damage if we want.

She doesn’t know anything about what she’s walked into. She doesn’t know our crimes or our backgrounds. In just thirty minutes, she’s formed an opinion. I just hope it’s not a bad one.

Looking at me, anyone might assume I’m a bad man. I have the tattoos and the scars, the darkness behind my eyes, and the build of a potential abuser. I’ve done my share of wrong, more than my share, if the truth be told, but I’m not a man who hurts women unless they like it.

God, I hope she likes it.

While we eat, I try to plan what should happen next. I have Lory, Hyde, and Rock to balance out. What might be good for Lory won’t necessarily work for Rock and Hyde. Hyde, in particular, is impatient. He’s jittery as fuck, and his eyes are still a murky green, not quite turned but not where I’d like them to be.

Lory needs a calm, steady hand. She needs someone to help her relax into her role here. If she does, she’s going to spend a month in a state of pleasure. All I want it to hear is her cries of ecstasy as I fuck my way inside her. I want to feel her come undone on my cock and milk it of all the long years of restricted pleasure. I want to bury myself so deep and stay there, keeping us linked while we sleep so she forgets what her pussy feels like without my thick cock stretching it open. My balls tighten painfully at the thought. But how do we get to that place without freaking her out?

If slow was an option, I’d take it. I could wait for a little while so that the rest of the month was perfect. But Hyde isn’t capable of waiting. Even Rock seems wound tight; his usually relaxed, bulky frame is upright as he eats and watches Lory like a fish about to escape his net.

Jesus. I know Warden’s heart was in the right place, but not for the first time. I wish he could have stumped up the cash for three women. It would have been easier not to have to share, but maybe there’s a method to his madness. He trusts us with Lory because the three of us work together to keep our inner beasts contained. Alone, the beasts could emerge. I wouldn’t have been able to relax, knowing Hyde was alone with a woman, and me and Rock were distracted. We need to be on hand to keep Lory safe until she learns to take him.

When Lory excuses herself to use the bathroom, I make the most of the time.

“I’m going to handle her,” I say. “I’ll ease her in. Get her ready for you.”

Hyde wants to disagree, but Rock quickly jumps in.

“That’s good. She needs it.”

“The room she’s put her stuff in, that’s for her and whoever is with her. The rest sleep in the room next door.”

“The walls are thin in this place,” Rock warns. I get what he’s saying. Noise is going to carry, and noise has the potential to be a trigger.

“Can we watch?” Hyde asks.

“No.”

He doesn’t look happy, but he’ll take it for now.

“Will you tell us about it, like what she looks like, what she feels like, what she tastes like?”

“Yeah, Hyde. I’ll tell you.”

He wraps his hands around the back of his neck and cracks his bones, releasing tension.

“You guys watch TV, so she’s not wondering what you’re doing.”

“Okay.”

Rock rises from the table, grabbing the empty plastic containers which he takes to the kitchen to put in the trash. Hyde wanders to the area set up with four chairs in front of a TV. When he flicks it on, the sound echoes in the space, the upbeat presenter’s voice annoying and false.

Lory appears, scanning the room with wide eyes. She’s freshened up, removing her makeup so her skin is clear and a little pink from scrubbing. Without the dramatic eye makeup, she looks even younger and prettier.

“They’re going to watch some TV,” I say, rising from the bench. “Wanna come with me?”

It’s part question and part instruction and her throat moves with a swallow. She bites the inside of her lips as I hold out my arm to motion her back toward her makeshift bedroom. When we get inside, she stands by the bed while I slowly close the door. I lean against it, cautious about approaching too quickly.

“That dress doesn’t look comfortable,” I say.

She stares down at herself. “It’s not. It’s not even mine.”

“A friend’s?”

“Yeah. She got me ready for the auction.”

I want to ask her what happened at the auction, why she was there, and what Grady paid her. I want to know her age—she looks really young—and her experience.

She could be a virgin. I hope she isn’t.

But asking her those questions won’t get her in the mood. If anything, it’ll remind her of her life outside and why a woman gets sold like a chattel to service three men in prison. I want her to forget that part.

“You want one of my shirts to wear instead?”

Looking at the white t-shirt I’m wearing, she nods.

I find a clean shirt in my bag and hand it to her. When her eyes dart to the door and then back to me, I know what she’s thinking. Where should she change? I could let her return to the bathroom, but what would be the point? She’s going to get naked tonight, and she must know that. The moment she decides not to ask to change in privacy is the moment she grits her teeth, surprising me. I like a woman who’s brave and determined. Despite her tiny frame and timid first impression, Lory has some steel to her spine.

Before I prepare myself, she slips the straps over her shoulders and rolls the dress over her body, dropping it to the floor around her ankles. She’s not wearing a bra, and the sight of all her creamy skin, pretty little tits, and narrow waist takes my fucking breath away. The black underwear that conceals her pussy is lacy and small, enticing enough to make my hands flex. I could shred it with just a flick of my fingers. She picks up the shirt, holding it against her body, then drops it again.

With her dark eyes holding me hostage, she stands up straighter. “I know what I’m here for,” she says softly. “I haven’t done anything like this before, and I’m nervous as fuck, but if you want what you’ve been promised, you should come and take it. No point in beating about the bush.”

I inhale deeply through my nose, flaring my nostrils like a bull about to charge. Every molecule in my body vibrates with desire.

I want .

I want her so badly my dick hurts. It’s already leaking pre-cum. Shit, I’ll be lucky if I last a minute.

I take two steps, pausing just in front of her. She pushes her shoulders back and raises her chin so we’re eye to eye despite a foot of height difference. In the cool air, her nipples tighten, and she shifts, bringing her thighs closer. Her silver heels click against the linoleum, and I lick my teeth, tipping my head to one side.

I lift my right hand, bringing it to her cheek. Her skin is soft and a little cold from the water in the bathroom. When my rough fingertips make contact, her eyelids droop. She’s responsive. Sliding my hand around the back of her neck, I relish the heavy silkiness of her long hair, which cascades down her back. The urge to touch her everywhere is strong, but I hold back my craving, giving her time to get used to my nearness.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask her.

A small nod gives me the permission I seek.

Using my grip, I ease her face higher and bring my lips down to hers. I could claim her, sink my tongue deep into her mouth and fuck her with it to possess her, but I don’t. A simple brush of my lips over hers has her leaning in for more as I hold off, watching her sigh. I caress her mouth again, this time I take her bottom lip between mine and tug on it slightly. Her hand seeks my arm, gripping my bicep for stability, and the touch of her small cool palm against my skin trips switches in my mind.

Small, soft hands. That was Hyde’s fantasy.

I want that hand around my dick more than I want my freedom right now. Urging her closer, the next kiss parts her mouth, and I trail my tongue along her upper lip like I would between her legs if she let me.

When she lets me.

A tiny moan escapes with a breath and all my reservations about what we’re doing spin away. She likes this. She wants it. I sense it in my marrow.

I’ve been told all my life that I’m a handsome man. Women were easy to come by when I was free. I used to take it for granted that a simple smile would get me where I wanted to go.

Now, I’m just grateful that she’s found something in me that makes her relax enough to give in.

I let my fingers drift down the column of her throat as I lick into her mouth, pressing slightly, then trail lower over her clavicle and down her arm. When my fingers meet hers, I take her hand in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze before retracing my path. I open my eyes to watch her, taking my tongue so well, her eyelids pressed tight. When I glide my open palm over her sweet little puckered nipple, her eyes fly open and meet mine.

I pull back, not wanting to miss a second of her response to me touching her.

She covers her chest with her arms. “They’re small,” she says shyly.

“They’re fucking perfect,” I tell her gruffly. Has some other man made her feel bad about her body? Fuck that dude for not seeing her perfection. “Show me.”

Her pupils expand, darkening her chocolate eyes to obsidian as she lowers her arms, revealing her breasts again. I cup them in my hands, the gentle curve of soft, warm flesh so sweet, I almost taste it on the tip of my tongue.

“You have no idea how good you look,” I murmur. “How sweet. After years of being in this place…”

“You missed touching a woman?”

“More than anything,” I admit.

“You can touch me,” she says, straightening the curve of her shoulders.

I push off my boots and drop to the bed, shifting until my back hits the wall behind. “Come sit in my lap.”

She climbs on top of me until her legs are on either side of my hips, and her pussy rests against my erection. With a little surprised ‘Oh,’ she shifts, and my dick almost plows through my pants.

I pull her closer, licking out to flick the tip of her nipple before sucking it hard. She arches, brushing her clit against the root of my dick, and the lace stretches thin, so I get a tantalizing look at her slick, pink flesh. Hell, I worried I’d have to work hard to get her to want this, that I’d need to coax her into letting us closer, little by little. But it turns out she’s hungry for it, too.

Or she thinks this is what she needs to do to stay safe.

The thud of my heart against my chest is a percussion beat that I can’t ignore. It makes me want to move faster, grip hard, thrust up, and take this woman with a frenzy she wouldn’t handle.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “Fuck, Lory. You feel so good. You feel so fucking good.”

Her hands thread over my short hair, her fingers teasing against my scalp, setting all my nerve endings alight, and in a flash, I have her on her back, eyes glazed and gazing up at me, chest heaving. I grip her wrists against the mattress, which bows under our weight. I nuzzle between her breasts, inhaling her scent, something floral mixed with her feminine essence that makes me feral.

“Lory,” I mouth against her skin. “Lory, Lory, Lory.”

Trailing lower, I tongue her navel, enjoying the way she squirms as I get closer.

“Can I kiss you here?”

I lick beneath the edge of her panties, and she wriggles. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

I look up, measuring her expression. Her eyelids are low over her pretty dark eyes, and her lashes are thick, even without makeup. Her lips are parted like she’s waiting to say something else. Across her body, goosebumps prickle her skin. She’s aroused.

With palms pressed against the inside of her thighs, I lick a stripe over her barely-there panties, relishing the dampness of the fabric and tasting the hint of sweetness.

God, it’s been so long that I hardly know what to do with myself. I want to feast and gorge, but if I let go of my tightly held control, it could be too much. Too much for her and too much for me when I remember the man I used to be.

“I want to take these off,” I tell her, no longer asking. When I tug them down her legs, she assists by pressing her knees together, giving me the chance to relish spreading her open all over again, but this time, there’s no tease, just the perfect opening of her sweet pink pussy.

Holy fuck.

My mouth waters, all my senses kicking into overdrive. She’s going to taste so good. I just know she is. Her little petals have bloomed open, revealing the little nub of her clit and the tiniest little hole.

We’re going to wreck her. I know we are, and I can’t even feel bad about it. She’ll feel so tight around my dick, so slick and good. But first, I have to get her off. With my eyes on hers, I bend, inhaling, then licking out to tap the tip of her clit with my tongue. She flinches at the contact, dropping her legs open wider and reaching to clutch the back of my head. I like her eagerness, but I need her to know I’m in control. I’ll do what I want to her trembling little body. Her dress rests on the floor, and I scoop it up. When I gather her wrists in one of my hands, her dark eyes go wide, and when I twist the dress and knot her to the bedframe, pulling her tits high and tight, her expression goes fearful.

Maybe it’s too soon to show her what I like, but the result will be more mind-blowing now she’s restrained. I’ll prove to her that giving up control of her body to me is worth it.

“That’s better.” I climb back on top of her and smile as she licks her lips. “Now you’re really mine.”

A little twist of her nipple causes her to arch against the restraints, twisting her body perfectly. The little whimpering noise she makes tightens my balls and gives me the cool clarity I love. I twist again, harder, and she bucks against my thigh, pressing her bare pussy against the rough fabric of my overalls. She hungry.

When I spread her thighs again and dip low, she smells ravenous.

Pushing my tongue down through her slit, I press into her hole, curling upward. Her legs snap in, thighs pressing against my ears, and I moan long and deep. Fuck. This is everything I missed. Everything I couldn’t bring myself to believe would ever happen to me again.

I have a woman, bound and captive. She’s mine to own. Mine to bend and break. Mine to ruin. And I’m only getting started.

I lick and suck, flick, and tease, relishing the little panting sounds she makes and the creaks of the bed as she tugs against the restraints. When she trembles and her hips thrust up, I keep the same rhythm and push two fingers inside her, curling up, pumping in and out. She’s so close. So close. With my free hand, I reach up to twist her nipple again, and she goes off like a rocket, gushing between my fingers, clamping down hard in rhythmic pulses that trap me inside her.

Between my legs, my cock is leaking pre-cum, my balls aching and tight, and I’m singularly focused on my release, but before I think about what I should do next, the sound of the key code being tapped in on the outer door cuts through the rumble of the TV and Lory’s frantic breaths.

Someone’s coming, and I need to know who it is.