Continued!

“He’s yours for the night,” Nadia says, her voice steady, her dominance unyielding. “But remember, he’s still ours. Treat him as such.”

Alex releases his hair, her hand sliding down his cheek in a final, possessive caress. “Obey them,” she commands, her voice a whisper only he can hear. “But don’t forget who you belong to.”

The man’s gaze lingers on Nadia and Alex as the bidder takes his arm, leading him away from the crowd. Fear and longing war within him, a tempest of emotions he can’t untangle. He’s theirs, yet he’s being given away. He’s free, yet he’s bound. The contradiction leaves him breathless, his heart racing as he’s pulled into the unknown.

The bidder’s grip is firm, their touch commanding, and the man can’t help but wonder what this night will cost him—what it will reveal about himself, about his limits, about the depths of his submission. As they disappear into the shadows, the club’s murmurs fade, leaving only the echo of Nadia’s voice in his mind. “He’s still ours.”

The private room is a sanctuary of opulence, the air heavy with the scent of sandalwood and the soft glow of amber lights. The man hesitates at the threshold, his heart pounding, his body tense with anticipation. The bidder’s hand tightens on his arm, their voice cutting through the silence. “Come in,” they command, their tone brooking no argument.