Continued!

“You’re theirs,” they murmur, their voice a whisper. “But tonight, you’re mine.”

The man shivers at their words, his body responding to their touch, his mind reeling at the implications. He’s theirs, yet he’s here, in this room, with this stranger, his body and mind adrift in a sea of uncertainty. The bidder’s hand moves lower, resting on his thigh, their touch possessive, their gaze never wavering.

“Do you understand?” they ask, their voice a low growl.

The man nods, his breath shallow, his heart pounding. “Yes,” he whispers, his voice hoarse, his submission complete.

The bidder smiles, their expression satisfied, their hand moving to his shoulder, guiding him to the floor. “Then let’s begin,” they murmur, their voice a promise, their touch a command.

The man lies back, his body tense, his mind racing as the bidder looms over him, their presence overwhelming, their intentions a mystery.

He’s aware of every touch, every glance, every word directed at him, and yet, his thoughts keep drifting back to Nadia and Alex, to the way they held him, commanded him, owned him. He’s theirs, and yet, he’s here, in the hands of a stranger, his body and mind adrift in a sea of uncertainty.