Buy Me Read Online Alexa Riley (Mistress Auctions #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Mistress Auctions Series by Alexa Riley
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Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 38961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
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Shit. Get it together Stella. You’re here for a job. Put your big girl panties on. This isn’t a love story where two billionaires fall in love with the frumpy farm girl. Still, I find myself grabbing a pillow off the bed and making my way to the back of the room. There’s a small seating area with some chairs around it, and I go over, landing face first into the sofa.

Tomorrow, I tell myself. I’ll pull it all together tomorrow.

5

AARON

I walk to the end of the hall, Justin trailing me. When I get to the guest room door, he passes me and goes into the hall bath. We’re both on edge, and I know getting off right now is a necessity. I can’t think about anything other than Stella and how fucking delicious she looked in that nightie.

The door hasn’t even clicked shut and I’ve got my cock out. I spit on my hand and start to jerk off fast. I cup the end of my dick with my other hand to tease the head and catch my cum. I close my eyes, picturing Stella lifting up her silk to show me her virgin pussy, and I lose it. It doesn’t take thirty seconds for me to cum just thinking about how sweet her lips tasted and how pretty her pussy looked.

“Fuck,” I grunt as I fill my hand. My balls are drawn up tight, and it feels like I’m draining everything from me, but my dick doesn’t get any relief. I go to the en suite and clean up, my cock still rock hard and straining. Its veins are thick and the head of my dick is nearly purple with need. I hear a knock on the door, and Justin walks in as I straighten my clothes.

“That was absolutely no help.” He leans against the door frame, rubbing his crotch, and I see he’s still obscenely hard.

“Yeah, me neither. There’s not much we can do about it tonight. Put on your jacket and let’s get this over with. I’m ready to get back up here and into bed.”

When we get into the elevator, I press the button for the casino floor. The celebrity tournament is bringing us lots of attention tonight, and not necessarily the kind we want. We don’t usually hold these, but Don asked us to do the circuit this season, so we agreed to one night. We prefer our casino to be tastefully patronized, but when you throw in reality celebrities and famous people who love drama, that pretty much goes out the window.

“So what’s your plan to fix the money mess?”

“I just didn’t think it through during the bidding, but if she’s got five million straight off the bat, and is looking to get another five million in thirty days, what good are we to her?”

“That’s exactly my reason for the panic.”

Justin nods his head thoughtfully. “We’ve got to make her stay, and from what I can come up with, we’ve got two choices.”

“Which are?”

“We can hold paying off her dad’s debts over her head, but with the money she’s getting that’s not really a concern anymore. We could possibly guilt her into saving his life by staying with us. We know the guys looking to take him out, so we could use that as some kind of leverage.”

“Or?”

“Get her pregnant,” Justin says with a glint in his eyes. Like it's a card he's had up his sleeve this whole time.

I feel all the blood in my body rush to my already hard cock, causing me to blink my eyes a few times. “That one.” I can barely form words, thinking about impregnating Stella and binding her to us.

“Yeah, I agree. It’s by far my choice. I still think her dad should be in our back pocket, so at least she has to agree to stay with us. Whether we get her pregnant or not.”

I nod my head in agreement, but then a thought occurs to me. “I don’t know about that happening since her contract from the Mistress Auction states they gave her an IUD. I’m no expert on birth control, but isn’t that pretty failsafe?”

Justin gives me a cocky grin as the elevator doors open. “I’ve taken care of that.” He walks out, and I nearly run after him to figure out what he means by that.

When we get to the edge of the pit, Mandy walks up, halting my questions.

“Mr. Cortez, Mr. Cortez. Good evening. I’ve got your itinerary for the evening all laid out.” She hands us packets with pictures of the celebrities and their names and quick bios. Mandy has been our assistant for years now and is extremely efficient. I doubt the girl even sleeps considering the amount of work she puts into us and this hotel.

“Mandy, it’s been six years. You can call us by our first names now.” Justin reminds her of this daily, but she always just smiles and goes back to work. She says she likes to keep things professional because you never know who’s watching.

We hired Mandy when she was nineteen years old and needed a job. Don sent her our way, saying she was a “friend.” We didn’t ask any questions after that, and she’s turned out to be our biggest asset. She’s tall enough to be a Rockette, and rail thin. She’s got dark hair and dark eyes, and people often mistake her for our sister. We don’t usually correct people when they say it, because keeping our casino family friendly works with our image, and we care about Mandy in a sisterly way. Nothing more. It’s worked out well as far as that goes, because she’s only ever expressed platonic feelings towards us as well. Ever the professional, she’s never mentioned a love life or if there was ever someone she cared about. We’ve never seen her with anyone, so we just assume if it happens, it’s her best kept secret.

Once we both look over the packets, we hand them back, and she leads us over to the tables. We shake hands with a few people and pose for pictures when asked to. Mandy takes us to each table so we can meet and greet and be seen. This is the least exciting part of our job, but a necessary one. As we reach the end of the tables, one of the players comes over to Justin.



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