"Sold! For $5,000" roars the MC. The First Dance Auction is usually a way to flatter single girls, or those who have boyfriend- to declare their love by how much their worth. I never participate in this auction- unless it's Phoebe up there, and I can see she's becoming uncomfortable. This year's gala was different than all I've been to, and all because of HER. Ms. Jones.
I would have never guessed that she was anything but a spoiled posh British brat, who went to the best boarding school. How wrong was I? The idea of a classy beautiful successful and rich woman like her growing up in a dysfunctional family is unreal.
"Sold! For $9,500" the MC announces. Looking up to the stage, I see it was my cousin Ava that was just 'soled' for $9,500. She is wearing a floor length red gown with a plunging neckline that show off her curves and slender physique. It's really scary how much she looks like her mother Kate. She walks down the stage to her highest better, who I recognize as Antony Lanzoni. He's the chef and owner of 'i laghi finiscono'- a very classy Italian restaurant. I also know he's in his mid 40's. Glancing over from where I'm sitting in the bar (-I came here in the middle of first auction) to the table where my Uncle Eliot's sits, I'm surprised that he allows his 25 year old daughter dance with a 40 something year's old known Italian womanizer. But then again, she is 25.
I am distracted by that thought when I hear the MC announces the next 'Beautiful Creation'- his word- Phoebe. She is wearing a daring blue- purple sequined gown by J Mendel with a slit up to her thigh, which showed her leg. She looks stunning in it- but god knows she's brave for wearing something that shows off all her leg, with my father here. I am absolutely sure that he doesn't approve of the dress, but he didn't mention it.
Phoebe is introduced by the MC as a prima ballerina who speaks seven different languages; she loves to fish and to skydive. What a bunch of lies. But it's funny to see her trying to keep a straight face. The betting over Phoebe is between her date, Dean Ryan- who sits in our table and not with his family, and between his older brother, David Ryan. David is married, but it's obvious that he is just trying to make his brother uncomfortable.
It's incredibly funny to see this little contest, and I'm just about to join, and bet $20,000, when I see at the corner of the stage the next lady to step the auction. Ms. Jones. This will be the perfect opportunity to put my arm around her. She is talking to another lady on stage, and I find myself studying her again. Her beautiful red hair rested over one shoulder exposing her elegant neck, tits that tease- hiding behind her dress playing peek-a-boo with me, her small waist and curvy hips. And then she starts laughing, and her breasts start to jump a bit. And right on cue, before I start imagining myself fucking her tits, the MC announces "Sold! For $50,000 do the gentleman in table number one!"
Tearing my eyes from Jones, I look at Dean who starts making his way toward Phoebe with a big goofy grin. Ha! He's got it so bad for her. And to prove a point to his brother and the rest of the men, and kisses her possessively. Like backing off the rest and claiming she's his. O gees, I don't want to see that!
"Now, please welcome all the way from far away London, the stunning Nina Jones!" the MC says. She walks to the middle of the stage. Her hips swaying in that sexy way when she walks.
"Well gentlemen, Nina here is a couture model who works with all the high fashion designers. She plays five musical instruments and also specialized in martial art. What do we have to say about Nina?" Suddenly, all the men rise up, like hungry dongs smelling meat.
The betting goes up between about ten different men. I don't make a word; I know what I'm going to do. While all these men fight for her, I'll wait right to the eng, and then make the highest bet.
Slowly, the betting goes down with men shouting numbers. And we end up with two men. One I don't know, but he looks like he's way past his 70's, and the other man is Emmet. God! That Emmet doesn't get a hint. But while the men bet, Jones just stands there, looking at the two men. She's not smiling; she looks mysteries, like she knows some dark secrets.
The price for Ms. Jones stands right now at $65,000, and the MC is trying to push the old better to make the next bet for $70,000. After a bit, the older man nodes and confirms the bet. Without much time to wait, Emmet calls out $75,000. Gees, he's desperate to dance with her.
And this looks like the end. The older man shakes his head, says he gives up, and Emmet looks exited. And then, Jones looks nervous. She has nothing to be worried about. I'll be damned is Emmet will get his way. But I am greedy. I want her to beg. I want her to look me in the eye, all hopeless, and wordlessly beg me to save her.
"$75,000 for the gentleman in table 6, going once…"
Silence.
Jones looks at the floor, looking devastated. Seriously, can't Emmet get a hint?
"Going twice…"
And then, I feel like the king of the world. Just like I wished, Ms. Jones lifts her eyes up to me, and without saying a word- she begs. I can almost hear her voice, whispering with her accent. And who am I to disappoint a damsel in despair?
Lifting my hand just as the MC is about to say 'Sold'- I say loud and clear "One hundred thousand dollars."
All heads turn in my direction at the bar. And from here, I can see everyone and their expressions. Emmet, looking shocked and unprepared, like a cartoon. My mother, smiling and giggling then whispering something in my father's ears, who looks from me with no expression to the table with a grin and shaking his head (what was that all about?) And then, Ms. Nina Jones. With a tight smile, she takes a deep breath and looks at the MC. Pleading he'll end this auction.
"$100,000! Going once! Going twice?" the MC is looking at Emmet to see if he'll make a last minute bet, but he just shakes his head. Ha! He does not know how to lose.
"Sold! For the young gentleman sitting at the bar!"
As I make my way to the stage- to collect my prize- I see people in the corner of my eyes cheering, but all I look at is those aquamarine pools I'm walking to. It's like she is some sort of siren, and I am being hypnotized be her eyes. When I get to her, she offers me her hand, and I kiss it.
Finally! My lips are one her body!
She takes my arm, and I lead her to a quiet corner in the end of the bar. She sits on the last bar stool and leans her back against to wall. I stand in front of her, invading her personal space.
"That is one big price you paid for a dance. I sure hope to live up for the expectation." She whispers.
"Well, you sure did seem scared of the idea of Emmet winning that bet." I say, making is sound like I did her a favor.
"Ha!" she laughs. "That guy does not get a hint." She shakes her head.
"Can I offer you something to drink?" the bartender asks.
Not taking my eyes of Jones, I answer "Oh, I know what I want."
I want this woman spread eagled beneath me. Her tits jumping above me, as she rides my dick. Against a wall, with her legs around my waist. Her back arching, as I fuck her doggy style. Her eyes looking up at me, while sucking my cock. My face between her legs, driving her mad with my tough. The list is endless.
"I'll have whatever he wants'." she says. Her eyes suddenly darken. Like she knows what I'm thinking about. And then it hit me. She does know what I'm thinking about. Since she's biting her bottom lip, her breathing became uneven and she just crossed her legs.
Fuck me. She's turned on!
"I'll give you another minute to think." The bar tender says, leaving us alone.
Her hand is resting on the bar, and I put my hand on hers- needing to touch her skin somehow and stepping closer to her. We are barley a few inches apart. She looks up at me, and her teeth release her bottom lip.
"So, what do you want?" she asks, breathlessly.
Smiling down at her, I whisper "I think you know what I want Ms. Jones."
Letting out a shaky breath, she answers "I want to hear you say it."
God I want to fuck her. But I need to know is she is just teasing me. I need to know that if I say what I really want –what I need- she won't be turned off. I need to know we are one the same page. Letting go of her hand, I lightly go up and down her jaw line with gentle cares.
A shiver runs down her spine, starting from where I touched her and she swallow hard. Oh yea, we are defiantly on the same page.
I grab the back of her neck and her eyes widen. Leaning in, I whisper in her ear "I want to fuck you. Hard, and long. I want to taste your sweet little pussy, and drive you crazy with my tough. I want you to tease my dick with your beautiful ass. I want to make you come so much; you will be begging me to stop."
Now this can end either way. She can either slap me then walk off, or she could just grab my hand and shove it up the skirt of her dress. But when I lean back to see her face, I can see that I am closer to the second idea than her walking away. The way she is looking at me right now, is the way every guy wants a woman to look at him. She looks at me with awe, like I'm some kind of superhero. And I am pretty sure that I have the same look on my face right now.
"There is a boat-house, just around the corner," I say. "The First Dance won't start for about thirty minutes. Come with me." And I do notice the double meaning of my last sentence.
She looks at me, and one corner of her mouth turns up to a little smile. Her lips, red and full. I have to kiss them, I have to feel them. So I have to be satisfied with just gently caressing them with the tips of my right fingers, while my left hand is still holding the back of her neck.
She takes hold of my right hand with both of hers. And just when I think she is going to slowly put my fingers in her mouth; she brings my hand away from her face. "No Mr. Grey, I don't think that's a good idea."
WHAT? Not a good idea? I think it's the best idea ever! And I think my face said as much.
"We work together Mr. Grey. I think we should stay professional." She said, trying to break free from my hand.
"We can be professional. What we'll do tonight will have nothing to do with work." God, am I begging? But before I can try to persuade her, she twists herself out of my grasp and stands up.
"Excuse me; I need to use the washroom." She says, and then leaves.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
So she was teasing me all this time! That woman! She is a bitch!
What made her say no to me? She seemed right on board this whole tome? Why did she suddenly say no? No woman ever said no to me. The fact that she did it just made her even more irresistible!
Looking around, I am more that thankful for where we were sitting. In this dark corner, no chance someone could see us. So while the auction still going, and everyone's eyes on the stage, I carefully walk out the tent without being noticed and make my way to the house.
I am going to have a little chat with Ms. Nina Jones. Because she is up to something. One minute all breathy and wanting me, the next cold and professional. And then when I walk through the door to my grandparent's house it hit me. What she just did.
That woman is trying to get my COO title. She is seducing me, making me need her, bewitch me, and then use her spells to get me to resign or whatever.
Well not under my watch!
When I don't find her in the bathroom on the first floor, I moves up to the second floor, where she was just opening the bathroom door to walk out. When she sees me, she looks like she's been caught. Like a kid with his hand in a cookie jar. Her eyes are wide and blink rapidly.
But then I notice the rest of her face. Cheeks rosy red, like she just added an extra layer of blush. She looks all flushed but with a beautiful glow. And I know how a woman gets that kind of glow. Ms. Jones either ran up these stars, or when she was in the washroom she was…
I stand still in my place. We stare at each other, not giving anything away with our facial expression. If it wasn't for her blush and glow, she would have had the perfect poker face. But I know what she's been doing there.
Without a word, she walks back in the bathroom, leaving the door wide open (that's my green light to go in to.) As I close the door behind me; Jones turns to look at me with one brow raised when she hears me lock it too.
As I lean against the door, I cross my arms in front of my chest. "Why did you leave in such a rush?"
She faces the mirror, resting one hand on the counter while her other hand she uses to fix her hair.
"I had to use this room." she says casually.
I bet you did. I know what you've been doing here baby.
Feeling smitten I say "But things just started to get interesting."
"We have to stay professional Mr. Grey. Or our business relationship will not work."
"So you were just teasing me this whole time?" I try to sound offended though I'm not. Because I know she's got me under her skin the same way I've got her under mine.
With a little smile on her face she says, "I thought you wanted me to tease you." She is throwing my word from before back in my face. And then to drive me right to the edge, she leans forward on the counter, to fix the smudged lipstick from the corner of her lips. I know her lipstick is just fine; she is bending over this way so her ass would be more visible. She is posing like a pinup girl.
I make my way, and stand right behind her. Putting each of my hands on either side of her hips, I position her ass right against my growing erection. Making her feel how I'm getting harder. Making her feel how much I want her.
"Like this, I want you to tease me like this." I say through clinched teeth.
Sucking in a deep breath, she straightens up so my front is against her back. I wrap my left arm around her waist, pulling her close to me. She lets out a little moan. Using my right hand, I brush her hair over her right shoulder. Exposing the left side for her neck.
Keeping my lips next to her ear, I whisper" Did you run up here so you could touch yourself?" and put my hand on her breast. She closes her eyes and leans her head on my right shoulder.
"Oh," she moans. But that's not enough. I need to hear her say it.
"Answer me."
"Yes…" she moans.
I can feel her nipples getting harder, and I tug them through her dress. "So why didn't you accept my offer, and come with me to the boat house?"
"Because, this is wrong." She whispers. And I know she doesn't believe what she just said, because just as she said that she started to move her ass against my dick. Which is now rock hard.
I start to move my groin with her. "Yea. But it feels so right."
We are grinding against each other, with my hands on her tits and hers wrapped behind me resting on my ass. She's using her hands to guide my moves. Her moans grow louder when I lick her earlobe then gently bite it.
Then, I turn her to face me and lift her on to the counter. Lifting the skirt of her dress up her thighs, I spread her knees and step between them. When I place my hand against her sex, I am surprised by the lack of material.
"No panties? Ms. Jones?" I ask.
She bits her lips and shakes her head. "I don't like visible panty lines." She breaths.
I let out a little chuckle, and place my middle finger against her opening folds. And she is soaking. "God, you're so wet." I push another finger into her, and rub the heel of my hand against her clit.
She is really tight.
Ms. Jones starts to rub my cock with her hand against my pants .And this feels so good, I put my face in the crook of her neck, and breathe in.
She smells heavenly.
When her pussy starts to go tighter around my fingers and her moans grow louder, I know she's about to come. I lift my face from her neck, needing to see her face when she comes, and move my hand faster against her clit.
And then, she comes. Her eyes close, her head is tilted back and her moans are louder than ever. Her hand stills against my cock, but that's fine. Because seeing her like this, is way more than enough. When she comes back, her breathing is heavy, and cheeks even rosier than when I stent in (That's redheads for you.)
Before she gets a chance to move her hand against my dick again, I step back and grab each of her ankles in each of my hands. We both look into each other's eyes, trying to control our breaths. And I'm also trying to control my dick (I don't want to come in my pants.)
"Come home with me tonight." I say, once we are both breathing normally again.
She takes some time to answer, but finally, she says "On one condition."
"Anything," I say with a breathless laugh. "I'll do anything. I need to be inside you." I say, still holding her ankles, I draw circles on her skin with my thumbs. Not caring that I sound desperate.
"We have tonight, but just tonight. On Monday, when we go back to the office, it will be like it never happened. And we never have any physical contact like this again." She says seriously.
"Ok," I say.
She nodes, and bites her bottom lip again which make me relies that I haven't kissed her yet- I'll save that for tonight. Taking another step back, I let go of her ankles, and they fall, not reaching the floor.
"The First Dance will start soon. I'll see you back in the tent." I say walking to the door. Just before closing it behind me, I hear her let out a shaky breath.
Oh man, this is going to be the best night ever!
*Well, it's getting hot right? And the gala is still on… Thank you so much for the reviews. Please send more!*