Prized, The Payment Series book 1 (5 page)

She grew more and more nervous as the
auction progressed. None of these women had anywhere near as high a
debt figure as she did, and the longest term she’d heard so far was
eight months. It did seem like some of the men were disappointed
when they didn’t win this girl or that, and Catrina hoped that
meant they’d be more desperate and willing to pay a higher price by
the time the auction reached her.

When it was her time Raoul ordered her to
turn around and bend over. As the emcee rattled off the facts about
her, Raoul spread her ass cheeks. The announcer mentioned she was
an anal virgin, and an “ohhhh” rippled through the crowd. Catrina’s
face flooded with heat. Raoul let her ass cheeks go but spanked her
hard a couple of times, she guessed to show how her skin colored,
as that man had said earlier. Then he had her straighten to her
full height and pivot once more until she was facing front. He
grabbed her nipples and pulled and Catrina’s hands fisted at her
sides. That fucking hurt.

She couldn’t have felt more like a cow at a
livestock show if she’d been wearing a bell. Catrina had never been
so exposed, so humiliated, and with a weight in her gut becoming
heavier and heavier, she knew this was only the beginning.

The bidding started and she wished they’d
put headphones on so she couldn’t hear, but supposed that was part
of the experience. Raoul had told her that everything, from the
moment she’d first walked through the door until her term ended,
was meant to create such a negative association with debt that
she’d never want to get into that kind of trouble again.

Morbid curiosity about her fate had Catrina
listening closely to the bidding. Though her head was down, as per
Raoul’s instructions, if she looked through her lashes she could
see four or five men actively bidding. The bidding had started at
one-hundred thousand, and the fact that many men were willing to
spend over a hundred grand for a year with her astounded Catrina.
She wondered what they would expect in return. Her ass contracted
at the thought.

When the bidding reached one-hundred forty
thousand, it was down to two men. Neither, from what she could
gather, were over forty or forty-five, though one was older than
the other. Catrina said a quick prayer of thanks when she realized
the sausage man was not amongst the bidders. She started to get
dizzy, as the two remaining men volleyed back and forth, and the
price skyrocketed past the one-hundred fifty thousand she needed
and continued to climb.

Raoul had once mentioned if the price
actually went over what she needed, DMA would hold it in trust to
give her some money to live on while she re-established herself
after her term was complete. When all was said and done, the man
Catrina thought was the younger of the two had won her for
one-hundred eighty-five thousand dollars.

Raoul leaned in and said, “He just paid
nearly twenty percent over your asking price. I’d suggest you treat
him very nicely.”

Catrina swallowed and nodded. Raoul led her
toward the back of the stage, as the bidding for the final girl
commenced. Her new benefactor ascended the stairs and approached
her and she got a better look at him, though her head was still
down. He wore a pair of charcoal dress pants, a dress shirt, and a
tie. Catrina wished she could see his face but didn’t dare look
up.

Pushing down on her shoulder, Raoul said,
“Properly greet your new benefactor. Show him how profoundly
grateful you are.”

Knowing what was expected, she dropped to
her knees and the man didn’t waste any time in unzipping his pants
and pulling out a thick, long erection. She swallowed around a lump
in her throat. Even all the cock sucking training she’d done with
Raoul the past few weeks, which had seemed ridiculous and
unnecessary at the time, hadn’t prepared her for what she’d
apparently be dealing with for the next twelve months. That thing
was a monster.

And I’ll be sucking it every day.
Probably more than once.
Her jaw ached at the mere thought of
it.

“Open,” he said, moving closer and guiding
his cock between her lips. He kept going, taking a hold of her
hair, until he was in her throat, before moving back out. “Nice,
but you’ll need training.” He pushed back in quicker and Catrina
gagged. Quickly, he removed his cock and reached down, slapping
each of her breasts several times. “Let’s try that again. I expect
a better effort.” Vowing to please this man who’d just paid nearly
two hundred thousand dollars for her, Catrina placed her hands on
his hips and, as he slid back inside, willed her gag reflex down.
“Better. You definitely have some cock sucking training coming,
though. I’m sure my friends will be eager to help.”

The reminder that she’d be servicing men
other than him make her stomach clench, but now was not the time to
think about that. She needed to perform. This man wouldn’t hesitate
to punish her, to establish who was boss no matter how many other
people were present. Catrina didn’t need to know him personally to
be sure of that to the marrow of her bones.

She concentrated on his length, using her
tongue to swirl over the large head of his cock and then skate down
the underside. He positioned her as he pleased, using her hair as a
makeshift steering wheel and finally, after long moments, his legs
locked. “Swallow your new owner’s cum.” It came out as little more
than a growl as he began to empty himself into her mouth. Catrina
struggled to swallow. Even sucking Raoul’s cock at least once a day
for the past two weeks, plus those other three trainers a few days
ago, hadn’t gotten her accustomed to swallowing. Luckily, she
managed it. He pulled out and took a hold of the base of his
softening dick. “Clean me.”

After he’d tucked himself back into his
pants, he had a brief conversation with Raoul and then left. Raoul
had her rise and follow him back to his office, where he took the
makeshift leash off and said, “Go stand in the corner until your
benefactor is finished with his business. It will be his choice
what clothing, if any, you’ll be allowed to wear out of here.”

At that reminder, Catrina panicked. Before,
there’d been so much to think about, that fact had probably been
buried by her overburdened brain. This place was in one of those
wooded office parks, but there was still a very real possibility of
someone seeing her. The fear must’ve shown in her face, because
Raoul said, “You need to get used to public nudity. Now get in the
corner.”

She turned and walked to what had become a
familiar place over the past two weeks. Raoul’s desk chair creaked
like it always did when he sat, and Catrina concentrated on calming
herself down. Losing it now would not be good.

Doing her best not to fidget, which usually
made Raoul come over and spank her more, Catrina waited. And
waited. And waited. After she’d lived and died a thousand times,
she heard her benefactor walk into the room and greet Raoul.

“Her personal effects, what there are of
them, are in the bag on the couch.”

“Excellent, thank you. Turn, girl.” He most
likely knew her name after going through whatever paperwork he’d
just taken care of, but she wondered if he’d ever use it. “Look at
me.”

Raising her head, Catrina got her first good
look at the man. His dark brown hair was cut short, but not like a
buzz cut. Brown eyes and a set of lips currently curled into a
smirk dominated his face. In any other situation Catrina wasn’t
sure she would’ve given him a second glance. He wasn’t ugly,
thankfully, but neither would she consider him hot. More like…hard.
She shifted as she fought to hold his assessing gaze.

“I paid an awful lot of money for you, girl,
and I intend to get my money’s worth. I assume your trainer
explained everything to you?”

“Yes, sir.”

He jerked his head toward her bag. “What
kind of clothing do you have in there?”

“Um, the jeans and T-shirt that I came in,
plus my bra and underwear.”

“You may put on the bra. Otherwise, I want
you uncovered so I can enjoy you.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach
his eyes. “We’ll cover your tits so I don’t get pulled over on the
way home.”

She closed her eyes briefly, and then forced
them open once more. At his impatient nod, Catrina dug through the
bag to the pretty, scalloped, dark pink bra she’d put on today,
trying to bolster her courage by at least looking good when she
arrived. Catrina fastened the bra in the front and then turned to
face him once more.

“Very nice. And expensive, I’d wager. If
you’re a good girl I won’t cut it off you when we get to my
house.”

“T-thank you. Um, sir.”

“Let’s go.” He indicated she should walk in
front of him, and she moved back out into the hall, where there was
an unusual amount of people and activity due to the auction. Men
watched her as she went by, and she stared at nothing in
particular. When they reached the front door, the man shook Raoul’s
hand.

Then Raoul said, “Behave, girl. I’ll see you
in a month and I’ll expect a stellar report.”

Catrina nodded, but said nothing. Absolute
dread washed over her as Raoul opened the door and sunlight
streamed into the room. The man slapped her ass. “Get moving.” He
led her to a Mercedes sedan and opened the door for her. “Let’s
warm you up a little before we leave. Put your hands on the
seat.”

She glanced toward the road.

“Yes, someone might see your bare ass
getting spanked. Now do it before I decide to test out my new
belt.” Her hands dropped to the seat and she dipped her head, her
chin tucking into her chest. The man began to spank her with his
hand, alternating cheeks and then concentrating on one or the other
for several seconds. He remarked, “Your ass does color nicely. And
it will be colored often.”

Several long moments passed. Catrina heard
some of the men come out and a few stopped to watch. She could only
see their shoes by looking underneath her outstretched arms, but
they were there. They were talking amongst themselves, remarking
about her and the high price the man had paid.

When he stopped, he told her to get into the
car and she rushed to do so, even as the hot leather lit her ass on
fire even more than the impromptu spanking had.

He glanced over at her and then started the
car. “Let’s go. Home sweet home for you for the next twelve
months.”

Catrina nodded, miserable. Her self-imposed
one-year jail sentence had begun.

Dear reader,

I hope you enjoyed this novel. As writers,
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~Caught~
Named Best BDSM Book 2011 by LoveRomancesCafe

"5 hearts! I loved seeing the relationship
from Jack's perspective and experiencing his doubts about himself.
Very refreshing in the BDSM genre. The sex is steamy hot and their
connection intense."

~ The Romance Studio

"The sex scenes in this book were not only
true to form for the BDSM lifestyle, but they were hot enough to
keep me wanting to read more and more. Not only did the storyline
draw you in, but the mix of the BDSM lifestyle would overheat
anyone!"

~ JustEroticRomanceReviews

~
Master Class (related book to
Caught)~

Night Owl Reviews Top Pick; Guilty Pleasures
Book Reviews True Gem; Jeep Diva Revved Up Read; Romance Novel News
Recommended Read

“The writing was fresh and fun and I
couldn’t have asked for anything more. … It was a story that was
perfectly written and perfectly told.”

~Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews

"Master Class is emotional without being
overly angsty and touching without an excess of external drama.
It’s one of the best new contemporary BDSM romances I’ve read this
year."

~ Seductive Musings