Auctioned at 18 | Claimed by Two Alphas

Chapter 7 | Try Out

Elyria

Mr. Price walked forward. He said he was going to bring us “home”, but someone comes over and starts talking to him, and his eyes seem to spark with intrigue as he looks back at the group and smiles as he murmurs, “That’s not such a bad idea.”

He lets out a loud whistle that I almost wince from the sharpness of the sound, and he holds up a gigantic wad of cash as he says, “I need a room for me and my girls and a few guests.” He winks at the man who took the money and came to assist, “You know the kind of room I want.”

The man smiles eagerly and nods, “Yes, sir, Mr. Price. We had a room prepared for you as a precaution, since you regularly like to try out your purchases.

Try out your purchases? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

We are led to a room with dim lighting, red and black coloring, and all the fabric here is soft, like velvet. There are chains that hang from the ceiling, a human-sized spinning wheel with straps attached to it, a swing in the middle of the room, and a bed on a platform with a freaking spotlight, and next to it is a table with all sorts of… male-shaped devices.

What kind of nightmare is this?

Mr. Price walks straight to me and tugs on my leash, making me stumble towards him. Even with my heels on, he is still so much taller than me, so he dips his face down to my neck and licks all the way up to my ear. It takes all my restraint not to shudder away from him.

He tells me, “My angel, you’ll sit right here, in my lap and watch everything. You need to learn the things that will be expected of you.”

Bile climbs up my throat from the thought, and he smiles as he sits and tugs me into his lap. He tells me, “No one but me can command you. Do you understand, Angel?”

My voice is soft as I respond, “I understand. But, sir, my name is Elyria.”

He repositions so I’m curled more into him, and he slaps my ass cheek as he says, “Not anymore. Not with me. You are named Angel, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I murmur.

He shifts me off his lap and onto the small loveseat, commanding, “Wait here.”

I watch as he walks over to a girl dressed in red; she wears devil horns, a tail, knee-high black socks, and heels so tall I’m not sure how she’s standing.

He spanks her, leaving a bright red handprint on her as he points in the direction he wants her to go.

My eyes follow him as he goes to each girl and whispers his instructions to them. There’s a girl handcuffed to the bed frame on the stage, one strapped to that spinning wheel, another using this pole to dance to the music, and another stationed near the table with all of the… devices. And… she’s grabbing one and joining the other girl on the bed.

Mr. Price smiles in satisfaction as he looks around the room, then opens the door and lets some men in, making it crowded and stuffy.

The men instantly start to undress, setting their attire on coat racks and the empty table before rushing to join some of the women. It’s hard not to have my jaw drop as five men rush towards the woman handcuffed on the bed and the woman with the devices.

What are they supposed to do with so many men? Especially when one is handcuffed?

Mr. Price walks back to me, sitting close to me with his arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me closer.

He nods towards the girls on the bed and asks, “What do you see happening over there, Angel?”

I focus on just one girl and say, “There’s, uh, a man’s… parts are in her mouth, and another preparing to enter her.”

“Is there anything you notice about her?”

My eyes glance around the room, trying to make sense of what must make this girl different compared to the rest, and I don’t know. I say, “I’m not sure what answer you’re looking for, sir.”

“Every woman in here does not scream or cry unless it’s from pleasure,” He has an annoyingly cocky grin on his face as he continues, “They enjoy this. They move their hips and mouths in a way that is pleasurable for the man; they do anything requested of them. And… in return, they will get the pleasure they desire as well.”

He looks at me, his eyes dark with lust as he brushes a strand of hair behind my ear and says, “We’ll move slower with you, Angel. I know you’re not ready for all of this yet. But you do need to learn how to please me. So, we’ll start simple, alright?”

“Okay,” I whisper so softly that I’m not sure if he could even hear me.

His lips brush against my ear as he asks, “Do you remember how you sucked my thumb earlier?”

I nod jerkily, and he tells me, “I’m going to place my c**k in your mouth, and you will do the same thing, and you will listen to every instruction I give. Okay?”

I murmur, “Yes, sir.”

He smirks as he stands up, pulls his manhood out, and presses it against my lips. I open my mouth slowly, but not fast enough, because he grabs the back of my head, curling his fingers into a fist around the long locks of my hair, causing me to gasp, and he thrusts his length in me, causing me to gag.

He hisses, “Don’t use your teeth. Now, move your head back and forth.”

Before I have an opportunity to listen to his request, a door opens, and I hear a man say, “Mr. Price, follow me now.”

He growls lowly and slides his p***s out of my mouth and says, “I’ll be back, Angel. Don’t do this or anything else with anyone else.”

He said it loud enough for every man in here to hear him, but they’re all so distracted by the women pleasing them that they don’t seem to mind.

I sit back on the loveseat, my hands shaking uncontrollably as tears fill my eyes. This can’t be my life. This is just a nightmare.

This… this can’t be it for me.

Raina said I would end up okay. But… what if she was wrong?

It’s the first time I’ve ever questioned if her visions were true, and I couldn’t be more terrified.