Kimani didn’t answer. Her mind was on more pressing considerations, like how to escape if the situation warranted it. Maybe this was part of the fantasy—it obviously was for Claire—and when the week was over, they’d laugh and talk about how fun it was.
But this guy expected sex, and when Kimani refused, what would happen? Would he be understanding and have his limo take her back to the city? Or would he be a jerk and dump her at the nearest town to fend for herself?
Or what if he didn’t take “no” for an answer?
Since he hadn’t received an update in a while, Sam would probably be worried by now. His cell was connected to hers through a locater app. He could trace where her phone was—unless whoever had it turned the device off or it ran out of battery.
Remember the story. It’s going to be killer. It’s going to be worth it.
The sound of footsteps made her jump to her feet. Was it Stern-Face? Could she get him to let her use a phone?
The door opened, and in walked their bidder.
CHAPTER FIVE
The guy had boyish good looks with wavy golden-brown hair and twinkling blue eyes. He reminded Kimani of a young Bradley Cooper. So with looks like his, why did he need to buy women at the Scarlet Auction?
He put his hands on his hips. In his Kiton jeans and perfectly pressed shirt by Tom Ford, he looked impeccable—the opposite of how Kimani felt.
Claire waved. “Hi, I’m Claire.”
He frowned. “I didn’t say you could talk.”
“Oh! Sorry! I mean...” Claire looked down.
“And there’s no Claire here. I’m giving you girls new names. You’re the one who had a fantasy about being a serving wench, right? You can be Wench #1.” He turned to Kimani. “That makes you Wench #2”
Kimani felt her cheeks burn.
“Let’s get a couple things straight here,” he continued. “You don’t talk unless I say you can. You don’t do anything—and that includes taking a piss—without my permission. Got it?”
Claire nodded. He turned his gaze onto Kimani, waiting. She stared at him, wondering if he was serious or just acting out a role?
The next second, her cheek was on fire and pain flared in her temple from where her head struck Claire’s.
“Answer me, bitch!”
She had to blink several times to get her bearing.
“Well?” he demanded.
Surely the Silent Auction arrangement didn’t allow for violence? Even if the contract she signed acknowledged there might be roleplaying, including domination and submission elements, assault was assault. But she decided not to risk the guy’s ire and answered, “Yeah, I got it.”
He struck her again. This time Claire jumped out of the way.
“I didn’t say you could talk, wench.”
This shit just got real, Kimani realized. Her heart was racing. Part of her was recalling all the moves she had learned in her self-defense class. The other part reminded her what she was here for. She wished she had turned on the broach camera or had her recording pen ready.
She heard him unbuckle his belt.
“Now how about some breakfast?”
Turning, she saw that he had taken out his dick. Shit.
“Come on, girl,” he said to Claire, waving his penis up and down. “Time to eat.”
For the first time since the auction, Claire looked uncertain.
“Don’t make me say it twice,” he threatened.
Tentatively, Claire went down on her knees before him.
“What’s the matter? Never done a blow job before?”
Claire shook her head.
He smiled. “Well, you’re in for a treat. Go on now. Take that puppy into your mouth.”
He pointed his dick at her. Claire parted her lips.
“Oh, that’s good,” he groaned as he slid into her mouth.
His hand went to the back of her head as he began thrusting his hips. She grunted as he tried to shove more of his length into her.
“Yeah, baby,” he said. “Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished.”
Claire choked when he shoved a little too hard.
“All right, all right,” he said when she began gagging uncontrollably. He turned to Kimani. “Your turn.”
“I’m not ready yet,” she said.
He narrowed his eyes. “What did I say about talking?”
“Shouldn’t we lay out some ground rules first?” she blurted, as a new worry blossomed. What if they were dealing with a psychopath?
He shook his head. “Ground rules? Are you kidding? Look, you dumb nig—”
Her eyes widened. He wasn’t about to say that word, was he? Either way, there was no way she was sucking off this asshole. For a brief moment, she had contemplated doing it for the sake of the story. Not anymore. Now she was as much pissed as she was scared.
“You just lost your privilege to wear clothes,” he declared. “Take the dress off. Now.”
Every nerve in her body revolted at the command, but when she didn’t move, he took a step toward her and struck her across the cheek, this time with his fist. Claire screamed.
“I told you to take the fucking dress off!”
Tears pressed into Kimani’s eyes as she unzipped the dress with shaky hands. The situation shouldn’t have surprised her. She had fully expected to find her bidder to be no different than the man who had abused Marissa, had known there was a chance she would get physically hurt. Unlike Marissa, she wouldn’t just sit around and take it.
However, she hadn’t anticipated being without her cellphone. She hadn’t anticipated being so far from civilization with nowhere to run. Now if she put up resistance, there was no one she could turn to and no escape. How violent would this guy get? Was he going to beat her until she took what he dished out?
But he had gone back to Claire. He took her jaw and opened her mouth before sliding himself in.
“You sure look pretty eating me,” he cooed to her before looking up to see if Kimani was still undressing.
With the zipper down, she slid the straps from her shoulders.
“Take it all off, bitch.”
Trembling the whole time, she pushed the dress past her hips and down her legs.
“Bra and panties, too.”
Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra. Why hadn’t she thought to hide a weapon of some sort in her dress? Should she try to make a run for it and escape to tell the authorities? Her own experience could serve as the basis for the story. But was that enough?
She hesitated at her boy-cut briefs and expected the asshole to bark at her again, but he was too distracted by his blow job. He was moaning and babbling incoherently as he rammed Claire in the face. Soon he was blowing his load all over her.
“Took care of one virginity,” he chuckled as he tugged at his semi-flaccid dick.
He glanced at Kimani. She quickly shed her panties. Except for her heels, she was now completely naked.
“Now about you—” he began before he was interrupted by the ringing of his cellphone. Cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder, he put his penis back in his pants and zipped up. “Hold on. I don’t have good reception downstairs. Give me a minute.”
He took his cellphone in hand and walked out the door, closing it behind him. The lock turned.