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His gaze flickers across the room, meeting eyes filled with curiosity, lust, and disdain. Nadia’s hand slides down his chest, her touch possessive, her nails grazing his skin. “He’s been trained to obey,” she purrs, her voice dripping with dominance. “To crave your commands. But remember, he’s still ours. His body, his soul—they belong to us.”

The auctioneer steps forward, his gavel tapping against the podium. “We begin at five thousand.” The man’s breath hitches as the bidding starts, the numbers climbing with each passing moment. His humiliation mingles with a strange, throbbing arousal. He’s an object, a prize, and the realization sends a shiver down his spine. Alex’s fingers tighten in his hair, her voice sharp. “Enjoy it,” she murmurs. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be used, to be owned?”

He doesn’t answer, but his silence speaks volumes. Nadia’s hand rests on his thigh, her touch a reminder of their control. The bidding intensifies, the room electric with tension. He feels detached, as if he’s watching himself from afar, a spectator to his own degradation. Yet, there’s a part of him that revels in it, that craves the surrender, the loss of self.

When the gavel strikes, signaling the final bid, the room erupts in whispers. Nadia’s gaze locks with the winner’s—a tall, commanding figure with eyes that seem to see right through him. The man’s breath quickens as the bidder steps closer, their presence overwhelming.