SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER (3 page)

Her eyes had filled
with tears as she stared at him.

“
Why do you
have to spoil it?” she’d asked. Before he got chance to
answer, Emily turned on her heel and left him.

“
I know.”

“
How can you
stand to be near me?” she asked.

Jason gazed down at
her. She really didn’t know. Shaking his head, he kissed her
lips. “You’ll have your answer soon,” he said.

He pulled out of her
and climbed off the bed. “You’re mine for the weekend.
I’m going to run you a bath.”

“
I don’t
need you to run me a bath.”

He paused at the
bathroom door and stared. His eyebrow rose as he looked at her.

“
Sir, I can
run my own bath, Sir,” she corrected.

The urge to smile
was strong. Jason ignored it. “Remember that, because every
time you forget my title I’ll take it out on your gorgeous
ass.”

Chapter
Three

Emily lay back and
stared at the ceiling. There was no mirror above her. Jason had a
mirror above his bed at his own place. She used to enjoy watching
them make love. Jason’s body was a work of art and he sported a
tattoo on his back. On the outside he appeared a conservative type of
guy. There was absolutely nothing conservative about him. The tattoo
was of a lion. It was with black ink and he’d never gotten
colour to the design. She loved tracing the outline of the lion when
he lay out in front of her. Another part of him that was not
conservative was his domination. Jason wasn’t just a weekend
dominant; it was part of him in all of his life.

He told people what
to do and expected to be obeyed in all things. She sensed his need to
command at work. When she’d defied him over something she saw
him tense and the way he looked made her aware he wanted to spank
her. She loved to test his control.

Many of her lunch
breaks had been spent fantasising about him calling her into the
office to punish her. She’d never been bent over his desk and
punished. The thought of him spanking her ass sent a new wave of
arousal through her.

She heard the water
running. This was another part of Jason. He took control in
everything. He had the money and the power to do it. Look at what
he’d done in that hall. He’d outbid every other man to
get what he wanted.

Why did she continue
to fight him?

He was everything
she wanted. Jason was possessive and completely devoted to her. She’d
observed him with other women. He showed no interest in anyone else.
The women who fawned over him got brushed to one side. She was his
whole world.

“
What are you
thinking about?” he asked.

She turned to see
him stood leaning against the bathroom doorframe. One hand lay on his
hip while the other pressed on the wood.

“
Nothing,
Sir.” She smiled when she saw his cock thicken at the use of
his title.

Her pussy tightened
at the thought of him being inside her once again.

“
Your bath is
ready. Come on.” He ordered her to come to him.

Emily yawned, rolled
over and got off the bed. She followed him through to the bathroom.
He lifted her in his arms and placed her gently into the water.

The water felt good
against her skin.

“
Why did you
come here?” he asked.

She stared up at
him. “You never brought me here.”

He shook his head.
“I come here to get away. When I was going to bring you, you’d
already walked away from me. I intended to bring you here for an
extended vacation. I’ve never participated in the auction
before. I don’t make a habit of buying women. Charles is a good
friend of mine.”

Shrugging, she ran
her hands through the soapy bubbles. “I don’t know why I
came here. I think I wanted to escape what I’d done.”

“
Escape what?”

“
It was
getting harder for me being around you. I thought this resort could
kick my butt back into getting out there.”

His eyes darkened as
he knelt. His hand disappeared into the soapy water. His fingers
caressed her thigh within seconds. His touch made her want him more.

“
You were
going to allow another man to touch you? To put his hands on your
body?”

She heard the anger
in his voice. The growl in his tone made her aware she was treading
on dangerous territory.

Emily cupped his
face and forced him to look at her. “I don’t know what
I’d have done. I wasn’t thinking when I took the leaflet
and made the arrangements. I was miserable and I’d have done
anything to feel alive again.”

He took her hand,
kissed her knuckles before staring into her eyes. “No other man
is allowed to touch you. I mean it. I wouldn’t be able to
control myself. You’re mine.”

She smiled even as
her nerves kicked in. “I’m not a toy.”

“
I never said
you were a toy. I said you’re mine. I mean it. I’ll hurt
any man who touches you.”

Pulling her hand
away, she stared at where his hand disappeared into the water. His
fingers stroked the inside of her thigh, working his way up to her
pussy. She covered his hand and shook her head.

“
Not yet.”

“
You’re
mine,” he said.

“
For this
weekend.”

Jason stood
abruptly. His fingers flicking water at her, making her yelp. He
caught her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. “When this
weekend is up, you’ll never think twice of leaving me.”
He spoke the words the moment he broke the kiss.

She watched him walk
out of the bathroom. His tight ass caught her attention. Emily
remembered a time when she’d nibbled on that tight flesh.
Smiling, she ran her hands through the bubbles.

The weekend had
certainly taken an unexpected turn. She’d never expected Jason
to turn up. Emily was grateful he had. Did she really want to be with
another man? The thought of someone else touching her left her
feeling cold and empty.

He’d ruined
her for any man who’d want her. His possessive need and
constant control was heady to be around. She loved the fact he craved
her submission. It was nice to have her decisions and choices taken
from her. Jason was a good dominant. He didn’t abuse his power.
He’d mastered domination like he mastered most things in his
life. There was nothing he couldn’t do when he put his mind to
it.

She lay back in the
water thinking about him.

Why wouldn’t
he let her go? She’d hurt him when she’d walked away.

Stop thinking
about what you did.

Walking away from
him was the biggest mistake she’d ever made.

Closing her eyes,
she forced the tears down. Now was not the time to weep over what
she’d done. No matter how many times she regretted the decision
to leave him, she hadn’t returned to him willingly. He’d
bought her in an auction. Jason had once again saved her. She didn’t
want any other man. The only person she desired was Jason.

You wanted him to
do this. Why are you fighting your natural instinct to submit?

Cutting off the
thoughts once again, she picked up the sponge and began to soap her
body. While she bathed away the day she listened for Jason. Her
thoughts were already returning to how best to please him.

****

Jason signed the
check and handed it over to the man at the door. The waiter had
brought a tray of food. The delicious scents made his stomach rumble.
He’d not eaten since the morning and had started to feel his
hunger.

“
Enjoy your
meal, Sir.”

Charles wanted to
speak to him as well. His cell phone had been buzzing nonstop since
the auction stopped. Jason glanced into the bathroom to see how Emily
was getting on. She lay back in the water and it looked like her eyes
were closed.

He grabbed his cell,
sat down on the edge of the bed and received the call.

“
Finally, do
you know how long I’ve been trying to reach you?” Charles
asked.

“
Over thirty
times. I figured you’d get the message after the tenth try,
Charles. I was a little busy.”

“
A million
dollars? Do you have any idea what kind of a stir you’ve
created with bidding that highly on an unknown sub?” Charles
was angry.

Jason knew he’d
be red in the face with anger. “I don’t see the problem,
Charles. You make everyone sign a non-disclosure agreement every time
they set foot on the island.”

“
Who is that
woman to you? You asked about her and I told you because you’re
a friend.”

“
She’s
the
one
.”

Silence met his
answer.

“
The one who
got away?”

He nodded and then
realised Charles couldn’t see him.

“
Yes, she
works for me.”

Charles coughed over
the line. “You mean to tell me the woman you fell in love with
was in fact the sub who walked away after you proposed, and that same
woman is the pissy personal assistant who works for you?”

“
Yes.”
Jason sounded like a fool. What kind of man and Dom keeps the woman
in his life even after she tells you she doesn’t want to be
with you permanently? “Letting another man touch her is not an
option.”

“
You and your
little sub are going to be the talk of my resort. Subs are going to
come here looking for their million-dollar man.”

“
So, it’ll
be good for business and charity. Just think, you’ll have a
hefty donation to give your woman for her charity.”

Charles was in love
with one of the women who helped raise money for the charity for
disadvantaged kids.

“
Whatever.
Enjoy your weekend and, please, keep your attitude inside your room.”

His friend hung up,
leaving Jason holding the phone when Emily entered seconds later.

“
I thought I
heard food come,” she said.

The towel wrapped
around her body did little to hide her tempting curves. Her hair was
bound up in another towel to dry.

“
The food can
wait. Come here.” He put the phone down, opened his legs and
waited for Emily to come to him. She walked to him without
hesitation.

When she stood in
between his thighs, he ran his fingers up under the towel. Jason
stared into her eyes as she gasped. Her legs opened and he cupped her
heated flesh.

“
You’re
ready for me.”

“
I’m
always ready for you,” she said.

He eased two fingers
inside her, feeling her pussy tighten around him. “I could
touch you for hours.”

“
I wouldn’t
stop you.”

“
Do you like
me touching your body?” he asked.

“
Yes, Sir.”

Once again his cock
thickened at the mention of his title.

Jason eased out of
her heat and tore the towel from her body. He sucked his fingers into
his mouth, relishing her taste. There was essence of his release but
it didn’t overtake her natural taste. She was delicious. He
stood, unwound the towel binding her hair and threw it on the floor.

Her hair, still
damp, fell around her shoulders in waves. Jason left her side to grab
a brush before returning to her. He sat down on the edge of the bed,
then pointed at the floor by his feet. She knelt down, presenting her
back to him.

He loved doing this.
Combing her hair was one of the few pleasures he enjoyed. She kept
her blonde locks long. When they were together he used to spend hours
brushing her hair. They’d talk about anything and nothing to
pass the hours. Sometimes they’d watch a movie as he played
with her hair.

“
I’ve
missed this,” she said.

“
Me too.”
He ran the brush through her hair and was careful when he encountered
the odd knot. The conditioner she used always helped against knots.
“Your hair is so beautiful.”