Unwanted Marriage

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I stare at myself in the mirror. Behind me, Sarah smiles broadly showing her row of teeth, and says, 'perfect'.

Today, she handed me her tight, sexy outfit. Sarah and her ex-lover were into b**m, and her role as a submissive meant she was accustomed to doing whatever men demanded to satisfy them. Included wearing all kind of nasty costumes to feed their fantasy.

That's why her collection of provocative costumes was extensive, and now I was wearing one of them-a nurse's costume with a skirt so short it barely covered my backside and a top so tight it pushed my breasts forward.

"Isn't too sexy?"

Sarah sighed. "Have you forgotten why you're here?"

I groaned. 0f course, I hadn't forgotten. My purpose for coming to this exclusive nightclub was clear: to sell my virginity to the highest bidder. a wealthy man who could pay the price I needed to pay all Dad's debt.

"Three minutes to your turn on stage," Sarah whispered to me.

"Get ready."

I nodded, I could feel my palms damp with sweat from nerves.

"Angel, 21 years old! Come up dear, let the gentlemen here see you. She is the real thing, and of course a virgin!"

I climbed the small stairs at the side of the stage as the host called my name, not my real name, they gave me a new name. I heard the clapping, and the whispering voices of the men who were now wearing masks. I could see that there were about more than thirty men here. All ages and sizes, some looking well-built and some looking old with bulging bellies.

I swallowed, feeling so nervous, because soon I would be in bed with one of them.

"$50,000!" The first bid came from the man in the middle row, he raised his hand.

"$75,000!" Said the pot-bellied man right in front of the stage.

"Okay, $75,000!"

"$100,000!" Said someone else, the man with the golden mask.

All chimed in to bid for me, bidding for my body and my virginity.

"Yes, $100,000, I'll start counting if no one bids higher I'll knock the hammer now!"

"Is there a higher bid?" The guide started counting.

"$150,000!" someone shouted.

The bids escalated quickly, each one making my heart race. One hundred thousand dollars was more money than I d ever imagined. and it would go a long way toward paying off my father's debt.

I stood frozen. hoping for more.

The guide grinned, egging on the bidders.

"The competition is heating up! Any higher offers?"

"One two...." the guide began counting.

"$500,000!" A hoarse voice cut through the room, silencing everyone. All heads turned toward the man in the black mask.

"Wow, the highest bid is $500,000! Does anyone dare to go higher?"

"One, two, three, four, five, SOLD!"

He came forward as the guide finished counting and made sure no one bid higher.

I could see in the dark and through the mask that this man is good-looking and attractive. He looks different from the other men here. It’s like there is something about him that pulls me closer.

"Sold to the Mr. Z! $500,000!"

***

The manager led me offstage and bring me to the private room to process the transaction.

When I got there, I saw Mr. Z had removed his mask and I was right. He was so damn hot. His face is a mix of Italian and Middle Eastern. With a strong jawline overgrown with fine hairs and thick eyebrows hanging over two sharp dark eyes. I instantly imagined how it would feel if he were on top of me. Riding me.

He was sitting casually on a sofa, hugging his long legs over his thighs.

His piercing eyes looked at me for a moment, then turned back to the old man before him, the auction's boss explaining the payment.

"Come here, Angel sit down!" The old man gesturing me.

I hesitated, then sat beside him, acutely aware of how exposed I felt in the skimpy outfit. Mr. Z suddenly stood up, removed his suit jacket, and handed it to me.

"Put it on," he ordered.

I accepted his suit, then covered my body with it. The suit jacket draped over my shoulders still felt warm from his body, carrying faint traces of musk and something darker, like smoke.

I pulled the cloth tighter, desperate to hide the parts of me which too vulnerable under his gaze.

Mr. Z's eyes stared intently, not with hunger as I thought, but with an unsettling intensity, as if he was dissecting my every move, and the glint in my eye.

The manager thrust the payment receipt towards him while grinning like a wolf.

"Payment is complete. And she is yours." The man grinned, Mr. Z ignored him.

Instead, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and looked at me with a gaze that had me transfixed.

"Why 'Angel'?" His voice was quiet, almost dull.

"It's just a stage name," I muttered, avoiding his eyes.

He hummed, unconvinced. "Angels don't belong in place like this." He chuckled. Yes he is right.

Before I could reply, he stood up abruptly, his height looming over me.

"Come on. We're leaving." He said as he grasped my hand so quickly that I didn't notice until the warmth spread across my cold palm.

"You're cold, are you sick?" he whispered as he pulled me from there, leaving the place.

"No," I denying, though my trembling betrayed me.

"Then you must be scared," he said again as he continued walking towards the elevator, which finally took us to parking lot. I continued to

stumble beside him, as he didn't let go of my hand.

He opened the door of a sleek black cat sport and gestured me to get in.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"No questions," he said.

"Just follow my orders."

I nodded bitting back my unease.

"Now I will take you to where you are wanted," he said again as he started the car engine.

***

In about thirty minutes, we arrived at a private building.

The ride had been silent, as my mind racing with all scenarios, I was too nervous, imagining what would happen next.

Oh God, could I do all this? With a stranger I've only known for a few minutes?

Despite my nerves, I could not ignore how damn hot and attractive he was.

He had almost perfect looks. His dark brown hair was slicked back neatly, with a few strands falling over his forehead. He is athletic, tall and muscular and even he covered his body with a long-sleeved shirt, but it fail to cover up his sexiness and masculinity that made me gulp.

"Why are you walking behind me?" He turned to me with a frown on his forehead.

"I paid you a lot of money, at least walk beside me." He said in a cold voice.

We stopped right in front of the elevator, then he guided me inside.

He turned his head to me, "Are you nervous?"

I shook my head, "no, Mr. Z."

"Good."

In no time, we reached the top floor of the building, a penthouse. He led me inside, to the luxurious private place.

"Some wine?" He asked.

"Yes, please..."

I nodded, hoping it would calm my nerves, and I could let go of my shyness in front of this man.

Surely, it won't be long I have to be naked for him.

He poured wine into a glass, and handed it to me.

"Drink up," he said as he plopped down on the large sofa in the center of the room.

I stood up and downed the wine in one gulp, he smiled at me, apparently could feel my anxiety.

"Do something..." he said in husky voice.

"You should have learned by now, how to satisfy me, right?"

I shook my head, I could feel my cheeks burning red.

"Come here," he patted the sofa beside him. I walked over and sat.

"I want to know how good you are..." he whispered in my ear as his hand grazing my thigh.

"Make me want you," he hissed at me, instantly making me gasp.

I really had no experience, my late father was a super-protective man who wouldn't let anyone near his daughter.

"How?" I asked innocently.

Mr. Z chuckled, I could tell he was a little upset.

"Do I need to play a porn movie? So you can figure it out?"

Instantly embarrassed, I looked down. While thinking of the right way to get him h***y.