My Dirty Desires( An erotica collcetion)

The atmosphere in the underground ballroom felt thick and heavy. It smelled of expensive cigars, strong drinks, and nervous energy. I stood on the raised platform as the velvet curtain opened. The bright lights hit me, and it made me uncomfortable and I felt completely exposed. I ran my hands down my tight black silk dress. The fabric clung to my body, showing off my curves. The neckline dipped low, revealing the top of my breasts. My dress had a high slit on my left thigh that opened with every small movement I made. On my neck sat a sparkling diamond collar that was really cold and heavy. I thought about my mom lying on the hospital bed. There were so many bills. This was the only way I could save my mom. I just had to sacrifice one year of my life in exchange for clearing all her debts. The auctioneer stepped forward. He had a deep and smooth voice. “Lot Seven,” he said. “Lila. Twenty-four years old. Verified virgin. Bidding starts at two million dollars.” The room went quiet for a second, then the bids started flying. “Two million!” “Three!!” “Five!!!” The numbers were climbing fast. Men with masks on their faces stared at me greedily and with hungry eyes. I felt so embarrassed to be there. Men literally bidding and arguing prices over me, but I also felt a strange warm feeling growing inside me. Their stares made my knees weak. Part of me felt scared, but another part of me felt excited. Then, everywhere went silent. “One hundred million dollars.” His voice was deep and sounded intimidating. He wasn’t loud, but he sounded like He gave a command. Every head in the room turned to the back. A tall man stood near a marble pillar. He wore a perfect black tuxedo and a simple matte black mask. Even from far away, I could see his sharp jaw and piercing blue eyes. Damien Voss. I knew his name. He was a cold, powerful art collector who bought beautiful things and did whatever he wanted with them. His eyes locked onto mine. It felt like he was looking straight into my soul. The possessiveness in his gaze made my heart race. I couldn’t look away. “One hundred million going once… going twice… Sold!” The voice of the auctioneer hit me like a slap. It was done. I was sold. Two men in black suits came up to the stage. They took my arms gently but firmly and helped me down the steps. The crowd watched as we walked through a heavy velvet curtain into a quiet side room. Damien was already waiting inside. The handlers let go of me and closed the door. The noise from the ballroom disappeared. Damien reached up and took off his mask. He was a handsome man. He had sharp cheekbones, a straight nose, and a mouth that looked like it didn’t smile often. He stepped close to me, so close I had to tilt my head back to look at him. “Turn around,” he ordered. I obeyed without thinking. I put my hands behind my back. I heard the sound of handcuffs click as cold metal locked around my wrists. He turned me back to face him. His hand grabbed my chin, not too rough but strong enough to make me look up at him. “You’re mine for one year, Lila,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Your body belongs to me now. I will tease you, train you, and f**k you whenever I want.” His words surprised me, but his words also sent heat straight between my legs. I gasped softly. His eyes moved down to my chest. Slowly, he raised his other hand and brushed his thumb over my n****e through my thin silk dress. He circled it once, then again. A small whimper escaped my lips. I could feel myself getting wet. My body was reacting even though my mind felt scared. Damien smiled, a dark, satisfied smile. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. “Good girl,” he murmured. He took my arm and led me out of the room, down a long hallway, and outside into the cool night. A black limousine waited at the curb. The driver opened the door. Damien helped me inside. My cuffed hands made it awkward for me to sit. He slid in beside me. The door closed with a heavy sound, and the car started moving smoothly away from the club. I looked out the window as the city lights blurred past. My old life. My small apartment, my art studio, the constant worry about money, everything was gone. I was no longer just Lila the art restorer. I was now Lot Seven, Damien’s Toy. I was his. Damien shifted closer to me. His hand rested on my knee, then slowly slid up my thigh, pushing the slit of my dress aside. His warm fingers moved higher and higher until they brushed against the damp lace of my panties. I closed my eyes and shivered. I had been sold for one hundred million dollars, and Damien Voss was ready to enjoy his new toy tonight.