Taming his little virgin

"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."

"Where are you taking me?" Aria's voice shattered the stillness in air at the back seat of the black Maybach. Her wrists were still bound, her ankles too. The ropes dug deeper into her skin, making it itchy and reddened. Her breath remained uneven as fear clawed its way through her lungs. Her question hung in the air, she swallowed softly as she watched the silhouette of her buyer, while he intentionally ignored her. She tried rubbing her ankles together as the itch got unbearable, she wondered why he didn't untie her.

Did he want to savor the fact he bought her for such amount, and was he going to show her off elsewhere? She caught his gaze for a split second at the rear view mirror, one of his hand gripped the leather steering wheel while the other relaxed on the gear. His face illuminated once in a while from the passing streetlights. Despite being his captive, she couldn't deny his looks. His demeanor was overwhelming, dangerous but yet he was the most handsome man she'd seen in a while. Soon, the tyres slowed as the Maybach rolled to a slow stop in front of a massive wrought iron gates. Her gaze rose slowly to watch the tall gates like it was some damn castle in Merlin, then it creaked open automatically. The car rolled in, for some minutes all they passed were perfectly trimmed trees, angel water fountains at each corner , almost like an estate. Then they got to a stone mansion that set against the dark skyline like a cathedral. Her stomach churned violently, she soon came to the realization that there was no running from here right now, or even ever. The car halted finally with a little jerk that made her slid off the seat for a split second, he then got down from the car and walked to her side of the door. "Come, little dove." She threw her gaze away from him, refusing to move from the seat. Suddenly, his hands shot out as he grabbed her by the arm out of the car, then slung her over his shoulder like a bag of cement. Her core throbbed as her breast hit his shoulders, all her hair came pouring down her face as she bounced softly while he took his steps. Then he set her down on the marble steps at the entrance, she staggered slightly but he held her in place. Without pressing the bell, the door shot open and a woman in her mid forties shoved her head out, her hair pulled into a tight silver bun while her emerald eyes gleamed brightly at their presence. "Welcome Master," she greeted with a polite nod, and excused herself from the entrance as he held her tightly and walked in. "Shall I prepare the west wing?" she asked, Aria's eyes scoured through the opulent view of the house, the chandeliers, the portraits that seemed like four people only could carry. The dining that was lit with like almost ten candles with variety of meals , and the tall open windows with the moonlight shining through the dark demeanor of the house. "Put her in the velvet room," He urged, her head snapped back to his command. "She's yours until I say otherwise. Feed her, give her a bath and don't let her out of your sight." He releases his grip on her, Aria's throat tightened as her stomach churned, he talks about her like she was some dog or cat. "As you wish, Master." The woman gave a small bow. Then she stepped forward, "I'm Doris, dear. Come along. You'll feel much better once you're clean." Aria looked back at him, his intense stare sent shivers through her. His hands pocketed into his suit pants, and he watched as Doris held her by the shoulder. She turned back and followed doris, her barefoot padded softly on the shiny marble floors of the hall way lit by two chandeliers. "I can bathe myself," Aria halted the moment they were nearing a king sized bathroom with scented candles lit around it. There was a hot tub the size of a hot spring, steaming with perfumed water. Scented oils wafted in the air, it almost didn't feel like she was a prisoner. Doris turned slowly, with a kind gaze. "Master Lucian prefers obedience." So that's his name? all she heard was the collector. "I'm not his fucking pet!" she snapped. Doris smiled softly, completed unfazed by her defiance. Her hands clamped down on the ropes and she undid them softly, "You're not the first girl he's brought here, darling...but you're the only one he watches." Aria's jaw tightened, "what do you mean?" Doris lowered her gaze, untying the last knot. "There were others, pretty girls, wild ones. He kept them for days, weeks even. But none of them had eyes like yours, you're different." She picked up a sponge, and dipped it into the water. "You'll see." She turned, "Take the lingerie off. I'll help you into the bath." Aria's chest tightened even more, to think she wasn't the first. What happened to the others? How was she special, did he buy them too? was that his thing? "Tell me..." she stepped closer to Doris, "what happened to them." Doris's eyes shifted slightly, like she knew something but couldn't tell her. Instead she held her arm, taking the tiny arms of the lingerie off her shoulders "Come, let me bathe you..." "No, I can..." Aria was cut off the moment the bathroom door swung open. Then he walked in, his jacket was gone. His white shirt rolled to his elbows, tattoos inked almost completely on his forearms. "Leave us," He commanded. Doris gave a soft bow and left without another word, closing the door behind her. After hearing the click of the door, his gaze returned to her. Her hands instinctively flew to her breasts. He walked towards her, rolling his sleeves even higher. His forearms flexed the multiples veins that complimented his tattoos, "Get in,"

"Don't touch me." She backed away slowly, taking a few glances between her steps and the bathtub before it ends in a bloodbath. He moved closer, the back of her legs hit the body of the tub and she stopped. He let out a soft exhale, picking up the sponge. "Sit down." She remained in her position, her gaze holding his in defiance. His eyes rested lazily on hers, like he wasn't surprised or it wasn't his first time doing this. Doris already gave a lead, what happened to those other girls lingered in her mind. In one second, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her body to his hard chest.

Before he pulled her to the edge of the tub, and shoved her gently into the water. The heat simmered underneath her entrance, Her chest rose and fell, her nose flared in anger but she could do nothing. He was tossing her around, but her anger meant nothing if she was still at his mercy. Lucian knelt beside the tub, dipped the sponge and dragged it slowly along her collarbone. "Why?" she snapped, "Why are you doing this?" He dropped the sponge, and pulled her hair back. Taking everything completely without a strand left and matting them into a single braid, leaving her question in the air. His hands moved swiftly, like an expert, the braid rested neatly on her back. Almost like he was used to this "Where is my sister?" Her voice shook as she asked, he picked up the sponge and trailed it down her arm. Gliding softly, taking precise scrubs on every part of her like he owned her, he did anyways. His grip on her body was soft, careful, like she was fragile. He wouldn't want to hurt her, she's worth ten million dollars. At least she thought so, but his face never let his real intentions show. A soft grunt escaped his throat, but that was all. He just dipped the sponge back into the water, then slid it again along the line of her collarbone. "What did you buy me for?" She just wouldn't stop, his silence pissed her off more than her current situation. "Am I a sex toy?" He let out a small smile, "You seem impatient, little dove." He slide the sponge down between the swell of her breasts, softly and repeatedly. His gaze wouldn't leave her breasts, and they lingered long enough to make her chest hurt with a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "You brought me here for a reason," She swallowed, her voice shook as his hands moved lower, taking the sponge beneath the normal waterline. "You'll find out." He circled her belly button, slowly in a maddening motion that it almost stole a moan from her throat Her finger instinctively gripped the tub, her entrance throbbed and her wetness ran down her legs into the water. "I want to see Camilla," she choked, "Tell me what you've done with her." Then, like he was about to respond, his hand stopped. His gaze lingered on her, then he rinsed the sponge again, and this time moved between her thighs. Her breath seized, her knees buckled but closed.... "Open your legs," He urged, But she kept them shut, one of his brows lifted while his eyes burned with so much authority, "I have a hard time with girls who don't take instructions," His finger dug into her thighs, forcefully prying them open, and then he took the sponge and dipped it lower. He brushed through her inner thighs, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. "You will obey first, and fight later." Her jaws clenched, she hated how her body was reacting to her captor. How her pussy throbbed over the man who bought her like cheap meat. "Tell me where she is," she mouthed, she hadn't realized yet that she wasn't the one in control here. No one could tell him what to do, He dropped the sponge and stood, looking down at her soaked body, "Come," He said and walked out of the bathroom. She let out an exhausting sigh but slowly stood up from the bathtub, placing her legs one by one on the tiles before approaching the bedroom. There was a towel resting on the bed, she grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her body while he watched her from where he leaned by the dresser. Her eyes scanned the room for something, anything she could use to threaten him. Then they landed on the full length mirror near her, she stared at her reflection. At how the ropes had cut into her skin, leaving marks around her wrists. Without thinking, she raised her hand and smashed it into the mirror. The glass shattered like gunfire, and it scattered across the floor on her feet. She grabbed one long shard, so tightly it cut into her palms and blood seeped down her wrist. Then she approached him, She raised it to his throat, "Let me go or I swear, I'll cut you." His gaze dropped lazily to the shard at his throat, and her bleeding palm. His lips curled into a full smile, as he watched her hands tremble. Then he stepped closer, "You think I'd pay ten million for a body I couldn't break into pieces?" He leaned closer, the shard pierced into his skin but he made sure their nose almost touched. Her hands trembled even more, Lucian turned his lips to her ears, "You have ninety days to obey me, little dove," He whispered, "Fail to please me, and I'll send you back to the men who were bidding before me." He leaned away, and snatched the shard from her hand, tossing it away nonchalantly. "And I doubt they'll be as gentle." Then he snatched her wrist, his gaze dropped to her bleeding palm, "Doris will take care of that," He dropped it aggressively, "And you prepare yourself for me tomorrow."