Page 5 of Purchase Power
“You’re such a gentleman.” Noah turned the tablet over in his lap, refusing to be sucked into the promise of a five-thousand increment bid. He also needed something to cover the erection growing in his pants.What a lack of self-control.Self-admonishing himself usually did the trick.Pull yourself together. No pussy is worth the hassle of a whole month’s expenses. I don’t care if she can put her legs over her head or deep throat me for hours.
Great. The exact sort of images he wanted in his head right now.
“Besides,” David continued, “these aren’t exclusive contracts. Not onourend. I saw Rob Asher on the way in here. He recently married that young ex-model he’s always plowing at the club on Sunday nights. You think he’s holding back from purchasing a mistress to kick off his married life the right way?”
“Maybe it’s a wedding present to the misses.” Noah had heard of crazier. There were plenty of women who got off on the idea, as long as they were in on it.
“Rationalize it however you want, man. At the end of the day, it’s about that wet pussy whenever you want it. You merely have to figure out how much it’s worth to you.”
Although Noah knew his friend meant the worth of the experience, he couldn’t help but think that was a callous way to think of a woman’s body.Do I not know what’s going on here? Of course we’re buying their bodies.Some people called the women at auction “products.” Others casually referred to them as “the merchandise.” Noah ignored most of it, no matter how tasteless he found it.It’s all a roleplay for them, anyway. I won’t begrudge them of it.The women knew what they were getting into, right? Some of them were pros. Not only “sex worker” pro, but pros at understanding the situation and getting what they needed in the end. They weren’t merely the goods. They were half of the transaction.
For every woman doing this for the money, there’s another because it’s alsoherfantasy.
The minutes ticked by. Lucy was on the other side of her room, sensually rocking her panty-clad hips back and forth for another man. Every once in a while she would look away with flushed cheeks and a little grin on her lips. She could be as naked as her grandmother at Woodstock, but it was that blushing smile that slapped Noah Gabriel in the face.
Thatwas innocence.Thatwas sweetness. Lucy Craig could have been the biggest slut in New York City, the most jaded when it came to sex and relationships, but she still harbored a girlish heart. One Noah hadn’t seen for a long, long time.
For every part of him that wanted to slam her against the wall and use his hard, hungry cock to make her scream in pleasure, there was another that wanted to look across a candlelit dinner and ask her what she found so funny on her phone.
“Uh oh.” David clicked his tongue. “Guess I’ll back off, then. Somebody’s getting himself a happy 30th birthday present.”
Noah said nothing as he hit the BID button on the app. He was prompted for his sign-in information and asked what he would like to bid. There was a mild bidding war already going on between two other potential buyers, but Noah upped the ante when he blasted the number ahead $15,000. That should eliminate at least one of the other buyers.
I don’t care how much it costs.Noah kept one eye on the bid war and the other on Lucy as she sat on the stool in the middle of the room, conveniently facing his direction. Did she know that one of her nipples had fallen out of her bra? Good God. The lace of her bra was making it hard, but she didn’t notice. The way she drew a circle on her thigh and shot a coquettish look at the windows made Noah wonder how wet her role in this game made her.
That’s when she wasn’t trying to crack up with laughter, anyway.
Nothing else quite sealed the deal like that, however.I know some of the other men here, too. They’ll chew her up and spit her out alive.Rob Asher was the least of her worries, but a woman like this also deserved a guy who would give her his undivided romantic attention during their time together. She was getting off on this. That meant she thrived with careful consideration and feeling like a princess in her castle. Maybe some women were fine with being the kept mistress of a married man trying to keep his face out of the papers, but that didn’t have to be Lucy. Nor did she need to become the battered sex slave of some of the other men who wouldn’t be content with keeping her in an apartment for a month.They’d have her handcuffed to the radiators and carrying slippers with their teeth.The first woman up that night seemed like someone who might be into that, but Lucy was too independent. Even Noah, who was far from a full-time Dom, could see that.
She was a tender soul deep down, wasn’t she? When was the last time he was around a woman who simply lived life to the fullest and didn’t care what others, let alone men, thought of her?
Stacey…
Noah’s finger hesitated over the Bid button. Thinking about Stacey, the only woman to tear his heart in two and bury his own youthful innocence in the mud, had the power to make him reconsider what he was doing.
Once he rationalized this as his birthday present to himself, however, all bets were off.
