Abby
After our night in the Club, I’d gone back to the dorms, quickly stuffing things into a duffel as Jennelle looked on.
“But you can’t!” she protested. “What about … what about..?” she huffed, gesturing furiously.
I didn’t look up, hands moving quickly as I crammed random things into the bag, grabbing this and that.
“Don’t worry about me,” I soothed in as calm of a voice as I could manage. Because of course, what I was doing was absolutely crazy, it was fucking nuts. But I had to do it. My body and soul told me that my future lay with Jared, that I needed to be with Mr. White for the next couple days, to see where this path took me.
But Jennelle sputtered again.
“This is crazy!” she protested, literally grabbing one of my wrists this time, forcing me to pause. “I don’t know what happened tonight, but Abby, you can’t just go off with some strange guy. It’s insane, and besides we have finals coming up!”
I almost laughed because Jennelle’s the least academic person I know. That girl wouldn’t crack a book if you paid her, getting dudes to do her problem sets, to write papers on her behalf. Heck, if I could get a man to do that, maybe I’d be sailing in school too
But the thing is my man wasn’t in class, he didn’t go to Hudson University, not by a long shot. My alpha is a real man, hard, dominating, with an edge to him that makes my soul thrill and pussy sizzle. And I had to go to Jared, to see what he was offering despite the warnings from my friend, like I was about to be kidnapped.
“Abby!” she said sharply. “This is fucking crazy! Who did you meet last night? I swear, I was set up with a bunch of losers, didn’t you get a bunch of losers too? Guys with nose hair poking out, dressed in Adidas track suits and gold chains? Abby, what happened to you?”
That made me pause for a moment. My pal had a point. What had happened to me? I’d met a man who rocked my world, who’d swept me off my feet, giving me my first real orgasm. He’d even convinced me to take my clothes off in public for crying out loud, letting him lick my breasts and snatch, even pushing his tongue up my back hole. It was crazy that I’d done it, and not just given in but thoroughly loved it. I’d loved feeling that hot tongue in my secret spaces, the big hands stroking, fondling, making me shiver all over. And it’d been so heavenly, so deliciously dirty, that I only wanted more. So I was throwing caution to the winds to be with Jared for another couple days, to attend this “Billionaires Ball” he’d told me about. And straightening my shoulders, I turned to Jennelle.
“I’m sorry,” I said, eyes firm. “But I’ll be okay, okay? I know you care about me, but don’t worry, it’s all good.”
Much that did. Jennelle snorted like a skeptical cow and grabbed onto my wrist tighter, her grip surprisingly strong for someone who couldn’t weigh more than ninety pounds.
“No Abby, I can’t let you do this,” she stated authoritatively, her other hand snatching my duffel and holding it out of reach. “I can’t let you walk off with some strange dude! This is so weird, what in the world is going on with you?”
I eyed the bag, the faded canvas packed with college sweatshirts and flannel pajamas. Thoughts of making a dive for it crossed my mind, grabbing the sack and dashing for the door, making an escape. But you know what? It didn’t even matter. Jared had told me that I didn’t need anything at the club, that everything would be provided for. And somehow, I knew these raggedy college clothes weren’t what I’d be wearing, that somehow he’d provide, that everything would appear magically at his words.
So straightening, I seized my purse, swinging it over a shoulder.
“Jennelle,” I said firmly. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’m totally prepared for finals, and I already finished my big paper, turned it in early even. Now let me go.”
But my friend shook her head stubbornly, grip tightening, mouth in a firm, straight line. I softened somewhat, touched to the heart. Because this is what friends are for right? They call you out when you’re acting nuts, let you know you’re going wacko, and I could see the blonde’s point of view. But the thing was that my future lay on the other side, and it was time to go no matter what she or anyone thought.
“Please,” I said again. “Trust me. You know me, I’m boring Abby, what could I be up to? It’s fine, things are gonna be fine.”
And Jennelle went for one last plea, although she released my wrist.
“At least tell me where you’re going,” she wheedled. “What if your parents call? I have to tell them something.”
I was still for a moment, stumped, because the truth was I wasn’t even sure where I was going. Jared had told me that this club he belonged was throwing a giant party in a couple days. He thought I’d be a star there, that I’d be a perfect fit for this elite “brotherhood” he kept mentioning. But I couldn’t tell Jennelle because it was so far-out, so unbelievable, that it’d only prompt more questions, which answers I didn’t have. So I shook my head again, avoiding her eyes.
“I’m gonna be fine,” I repeated gently, walking to the door, my hand on the knob. “I’ll be totally fine. If my parents call, just tell them I’m studying. It’s finals after all, and they know I study twelve hours a day when the going gets tough. So just tell them that,” I said persuasively.
Jennelle watched my departing figure with helpless eyes. Because what I was saying was true. I’m a nerd and then some, and usually during finals week, I hit the books like a madman, pausing only to eat, sleep, and go to the bathroom. So it was normal for me to disappear during Quiet Period, the seven days leading up to finals. It was normal for me to go AWOL, and my family would understand.
And with a final last wave, I shut the dorm door softly before striding out front to where a black car waited.
“To Mr. White’s place please,” I murmured, sliding in on the leather seats, and the chauffeur nodded his head, tipping his hat.
“Certainly miss,” he replied, and just like that, we were off, barreling through the streets of Manhattan before coming to a stop before a huge, imposing stone building. I gasped. We’d stopped on Fifth Avenue, Jared literally lived across from the Met, Central Park lush and inviting behind the museum. Oh my god, this was beyond luxurious, and my heart started beating furiously. Was I in over my head? I’d thrown all caution to the winds, sure, but I thought I could handle the big man. I thought I was up for the task, with my tempting body and feminine ways.
But tilting my head back, craning my neck to look up at the imposing stone structure, suddenly, I wasn’t so sure anymore. I had Jared in the palm of my hand physically, but it was like playing with fire. Mr. White was a dangerous man, and I’d only seen a small facet of his personality last night. He was a stranger, someone I hadn’t even known twenty-four hours ago, and now here I was, ready to follow him anywhere. Oh god, oh god, what had I done? Doubts rushed over my frame, knees going weak.
But it was too late because the car door was already opening, and I stepped into the darkness of the night, disoriented somewhat. But the bright glare of a streetlight helped me focus, helped me regain my confidence, and I walked into the marble foyer, a pep to my step.
“Hello, I’m here to see Jared White,” I announced with a bright smile at the concierge. “Abigail Williams here to see Mr. White,” I enunciated clearly, and whaddya know, but my newfound confidence worked. An elevator whisked open silently, seemingly by itself, and the bearish man nodded at the lift.
“Certainly miss. Your ride’s here,” he said, indicating the metal doors, and with a sure strides, I entered the gray box. But once my feet hit the carpeting, my show of bravado gave out because this was no normal elevator. The interior was utterly luxurious, done up with mirrors, reflecting my image again and again, with a plush, cream carpet beneath my feet. Holy cow, white carpeting? They had to replace this thing all the time, white gets dirty so fast. Clearly, money was no object and my nerves jangled again as the elevator whisked me up to the sky. Oh god, I was out of my element, I had to be, and doubts began crowding my mind once again.
But once the doors pinged opened, well-being cascaded like warm ooze over my frame. Because Mr. White was here. He has one of those apartments where the elevator opens right onto the living space, and the big man was waiting for me, big body looming in the foyer.
“Hi,” I said breathlessly, shooting him a shy smile. “Long time no see.”
The billionaire merely tilted his head back and chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead, that huge form dressed casually in jeans and blue t-shirt. Hell, he looked insanely good, the shirt hugging his broad shoulders, emphasizing those developed pecs, legs long and strong, sheathed in denim. I resisted the urge to jump him, to throw myself at him like a desperate little girl, and instead tried to act normal.
“Nice digs,” I said playfully. “I like the private lift.”
Jared’s eyebrows lifted.
“You like?” he rumbled, amused. “That thing costs over a hundred thousand dollars a year to maintain.”
I gasped. Six figures per year? Just for maintenance? Holy shit, I really was out of my element. And reading the surprise on my face, the alpha nodded wryly.
“Yeah, who knew right? But it’s fine, it’s a drop in the bucket, nothing more,” he said carelessly. “Come in, honey, make yourself at home. Where’s your stuff?” he frowned momentarily.
I blushed, stepping into the cream-colored living room, plush sofas and a huge projection TV lined up against the wall.
“Oh um, I looked through my closet and decided I didn’t like my wardrobe,” I said lightly, shooting him a breezy smile. “I have my toothbrush and personal things right here,” I said, patting my purse, hoping he wouldn’t ask more. After all, I could hardly reveal that Jennelle had had a shit fit when I left, trying to prevent me from leaving by grabbing my duffel and dangling it out of reach.
He frowned momentarily again, but it was gone in a flash, a lazy smile in its place.
“No worries, where you’re going you won’t need much in terms of clothes,” he said silkily. “And what you do need, we’ll have made.”
I stuttered a bit. What the hell? What was this thing about not needing clothes at all? I thought we were going to a cocktail party, not some nude beach on the Caribbean. And I’d guessed that the alpha would buy me any clothes needed, but I didn’t realize that they’d be tailored, cut from whole cloth like haute couture.
So perching myself gingerly on one of the white couches, I decided to be straight with Jared, to get some answers. After all, I was in the home of a strange man, one whom I’d only met hours ago. Sure, he made my body sizzle and cunt pulse with ecstasy, but still, Fifth Avenue or not, this was someone else’s space and I had to figure out what the hell was going on.
“Mr. White,” I said sternly, trying to be serious. “I hope you realize that this is crazy, that what I’ve done is really nuts.”
His brows lifted again, the big man seating himself on the couch next to me, powerful body relaxed and yet filled with restrained energy.
“Crazy?” he drawled. “Why?”
I sputtered again.
“Because I hardly know you. I just met you tonight,” I said meaningfully fixing him with a look. “And yet I’ve left school and come to stay with you here,” I said, gesturing to the luxurious apartment.
He took a long look around, as if seeing the space for the first time.
“Jail never looked so nice, huh?” he asked with a wry smile flickering about his lips. “Does prison usually come with a projector TV and gourmet food?”
I gulped.
“No, I didn’t mean that,” I protested. “I just meant that I need a clearer picture of things. What’s going on? What’s this party that you’ve invited me to? I need to know more,” I added softly, pleading now. “Please.”
The big man shot me another lazy smile.
“I’ll tell you everything you want to know,” he drawled. “Shoot.”
I took a deep breath, mind whirling. I hadn’t expected Jared to be so straightforward, I thought I’d have to pull the answers from him with subtlety and nuance, tricking him into giving tidbits away. But evidently, that wasn’t how the alpha worked. He was direct and clear, preferring to tackle my questions head-on. So I took a deep breath.
“First of all, what was that place we were at?” I asked slowly. “What were you doing there, and why did everyone jump at your commands?”
The big man threw his head back and laughed, white teeth flashing.
“Honey, you mean that doesn’t happen wherever you go?” he teased. “People aren’t falling over themselves to accommodate you?”
I bit my lip, shooting him an accusing glance.
“This isn’t funny,” I huffed, pouting. “I’m trying to ask you a serious question.”
The big man held his hands up in acquiescence.
“Okay, okay, I get it,” he growled. “I get it. Questions, right, questions. What were you saying again?”
I rolled my eyes at him.
“You know exactly what I asked,” I shot back, exasperated. I swear, the big man was so gorgeous and yet utterly infuriating at once. He played with me, teased me, and it was shocking we were already so comfortable around one another given that we’d only met hours ago.
“Okay, okay,” he said, holding up his hands once more. “I get it. You’re the boss and I’m here to answer any questions. Let’s see, where were we tonight,” he rumbled, eyes still dancing. “We were at the Club, a place where guys and girls go to have a good time.”
The Club? What kind of name was that? I shook my head again.
“More details,” I said, looking at him meaningfully. “I know you know more.”
Jared shot another lazy grin my way.
“The Club is short for The Billionaires Club,” he drawled. “It’s a place where rich men go to relax, have a drink, meet some women and unwind,” he said. “Billionaires have needs just like anyone else.”
I goggled for a moment before shutting my mouth with a snap.
“So you’re a billionaire?” I asked slowly. “A real billionaire?”
Jared nodded cheerfully.
“Not just one billion, but a couple times over,” he stated. “All of us are.”
But that made me wake up.
“No way every guy there was a billionaire,” I said skeptically. “The dude I met before you said he sold cars at his uncle’s dealership. I don’t care how many cars he sells, there’s no way that guy’s worth ten figures.”
Jared nodded in agreement.
“Maybe I should be clearer,” he stated. “The Billionaires Club is based in Vegas, but we have off-shoots all over the world. Off-shoots probably isn’t the right word, more like pop-up shops. We open here and there to test different markets, to see what the talent pool’s like in different parts of the world.”
I scrunched my nose.
“You mean, to get sales?” I asked, confused. “But what are you selling?”
And here, Jared paused for a moment.
“It’s not what we’re selling,” he said smoothly, “But what we’re looking for. We’re looking for girls honey. Girls like you.”
I shook my head, confused again.
“There are girls like me everywhere,” I said, a little dazed. This conversation was so strange, opening up vistas that I’d never dreamed of, world that never existed before. Yet he was saying that I was unique? That made no sense.
“There’s nothing special about me,” I added firmly. “I’m a dime a dozen.”
A gleam shone in Mr. White’s eyes.
“That’s where you’re wrong, baby,” he said. “There aren’t girls like you everywhere at all. We search all over the continental United States, even in Europe and Australia, and let me tell you, girls like you are hard to find. It’s like discovering a diamond in a mine. You shovel away a shit ton of dirt and rocks before finding that gem.”
I paused. This was confusing but if I wanted more information, I had to go with it. So I raised my hands and nodded.
“Okay, let’s say I am that ‘diamond,’” I acknowledged slowly. “Just for argument’s sake. But what do you want with the girls? Why are you looking for them?”
Mr. White nodded then, a smile playing about his lips.
“You’re smart, aren’t you, baby girl?” he chuckled deep in his chest. “We’re looking for females because we sell them,” he said clearly, meeting my eyes straight on. “They’re sold to club members, with their full agreement of course.”
My spine snapped then and I stared at him disbelieving.
“I’m sorry?” I asked dumbly. “You sell girls?”
Mr. White nodded, acknowledging the bizarreness of his words, the utter ludicrousness.
“The Club holds an auction every now and then. An auction where the most delicious, succulent females are sold to the highest bidder, a select group of billionaires. In return for money, my brothers get a week with their purchase, to enjoy, party, do whatever they want, all in the privacy and comfort of the compound.”
My mouth literally dropped open then.
“You’re saying that girls go up for auction. Like at Christie’s or Sotheby’s, like a piece of art. With bidders and buyers, people raising paddles and all that?” I stuttered.
Mr. White nodded, shrugging his shoulders.
“It’s not quite like that, but that’s the essence, yes. The girls are sold to the highest bidder, and spend a week with a buyer before receiving their money.”
I gasped, outraged.
“What the?” I sputtered. “What girls are doing this? It’s crazy! It can’t be legal.”
Mr. White merely shrugged again.
“Naw, it’s all legal honey. We’re billionaires, we make sure that it’s all legit, there are fortunes to be lost if we’re not careful. So yeah,” he continued. “In certain counties of Nevada, this is all legal and that’s why we’re based out in the Silver State. Plus, you’d be surprised at the number of girls who want to be auctioned, who want to show off their bodies, and share a hot week with a rich guy. After all, it’s a shit ton of cash for very little work. Intense yes, but only a week, and if you do it a couple times, you’re set for life.”
My chin dropped then.
“How much do they make?” I whispered, mouth dry. “How much do the girls sell for?”
The big man shrugged.
“It depends. An auction’s an auction, but the floor price is generally fifty thousand, that’s the minimum. I’ve seen girls go up for as much as two million.”
I sat back then, all the air going out of my lungs. Two million dollars for a week of work? That was crazy, blowing every pre-conceived notion out of my mind. Everything that I’d previously thought true was suddenly cast into doubt, my values, my judgments, the way I’d been raised. But Mr. White couldn’t be right, there had to be a catch somewhere.
“But the girls only get a fraction of the sale price, right?” I asked slowly. “Someone else gets the bulk of the money.”
Mr. White shrugged.
“Not really. We’re the Billionaires Club, so trust me, there’s more than enough to go around. But yes, the fee is split – fifty percent to procurement, and fifty percent to the girl. With a two million dollar price tag, that’s a million for the girl, minimum,” he said meaningfully.
I shook my head, confused once again.
“Procurement? What the hell? What is that, and what’s being procured?”
The big man threw his head back and laughed again.
“The girl’s being procured of course,” he said lightly. “Someone’s gotta go out and find these chickadees, screen them, make sure they’re mentally and emotionally healthy, that they know what they’re getting into. Someone’s gotta run the paperwork, the medical check-up, the psych tests, all the good stuff. It’s a tricky job because the Club demands the best, so yeah, if you do this type of recruiting for the Club, you can get really rich. That’s why we have off-shoots,” he added casually. “That’s where you were tonight. We’re always sourcing girls, testing the goods, and the handlers you saw were part of the procurement process.”
Suddenly, I realized what had happened at the bar, with the sequestered seating spaces, meeting guy after guy after guy. They were testing women. The Billionaires Club had come to NYC to set-up a pop-up spot, to mine the talent in the Tri-State area and see if there were suitable females to ship off to Nevada. And unwittingly, their net had caught me. Mr. White was working procurement for the Club, and he’d ensnared me in the drag.
“So you work for the Club then,” I stated slowly. “You’re one of their employees.”
The dark man shook his head, blue eyes glimmering.
“Naw, I’m a member,” he said. “But you’ve got to keep an eye on things, the boss has to be there himself sometimes, you can’t just let people run off and do whatever. So I came to NYC to see what the set-up was like, to take a look at the talent pool myself. And yeah, this pop-up wasn’t going too well, the dudes they’d invited, the girls that were working were fucking zeros for the most part. I was just about to shut down the production when you waltzed in,” he said with a smile playing over his lips. “You made it worth it, Abby. Girls like you are hard to find, real hard.”
I sat back, overwhelmed. So Mr. White was telling me that there was this sordid group of dudes, rich as Midas, who bought girls, and he’d come out on a recruiting trip to scope out female flesh on the East Coast. Jared nodded, as if reading my mind.
“I know it sounds bad honey, but again, you’d be surprised at how many ladies love working for us,” he drawled. “In every capacity,” he added meaningfully, eyes gleaming again.
I should have felt disgusted. I should have been turned off by the details, by the fact that there were men out there who bought women for money, turning them loose after a week of sex play. But the thing was, if everyone was good with it, and it was all legal, then why was it wrong? Why was it wrong, if everyone was a consenting adult, if money was knowingly exchanged for services? And more importantly, who was I to judge? I was an eighteen year-old naïf, and this tale shocked the senses, yes, but at the same time, I knew enough not to make any split second decisions.
“So you think I’d be good for the Club,” I said slowly. “You think I’d be a good fit for the auction.”
Jared nodded then, eyes growing dark.
“You’re more than a good fit,” he growled. “You’re absolutely fucking perfect. Like I said, baby, virgins go for a premium and honey, with your intact hymen, you’d go for millions. You’ll be a rich woman if you step onto that stage.”
My body shivered, but not with anticipation. Because I understood what Mr. White was saying, that if I sold myself, spent a week of my life with some no-name billionaire, I’d hit a gold mine. I could make so much that I’d never have to work again, my pussy would set me up for the good life. But despite all that, I didn’t want it. Call it solid middle-class values, but I’ve never thought about selling my body for money and the thought made me shudder, my soul cringing.
“But what about you?” I said, trying to sound normal. “What do you get from all this?”
Mr. White leaned back then, that big frame relaxed yet radiating intensity.
“I sourced you, but I’m not taking a fee because I’m a club member. Club members don’t get paid for recruitment,” he ground out.
“But would you bid?” I asked softly. “Would you be there to bid on me?”
And his eyes turned to ice fire then, blazing hotly as they ate up my curvy form.
“You bet your bottom,” he growled. “Honey, I’d absolutely bid on you. I’d bid so hard that I’d run my bank account dry, spend my billions to own that sweet body.”
I paused, blood thrumming in my ears. Because this is what I wanted, this is why I’d left my dorm in a rush on the eve of finals. I wanted to be with this man specifically, not some random dudes with fat wallets, even if they were his brothers. I wanted Jared White, I wanted this alpha specifically. And to hear that he wanted me too made my heart pound, body grow soft and loose.
“But I’m here now,” I murmured. “You don’t have to buy me.”
A conflicted expression crossed Jared’s face then.
“I know, but I came out on a recruiting trip,” he rasped, like the words were ripped from his throat. “I owe it to my brothers. Like I said, finding a girl is a one in a million experience, we expect nothing most times. So to find you …” his voice trailed off.
“So?” I pressed softly. “So?”
He shook his head, like an enraged bull, trying to clear it.
“Finding you is like finding the Hope Diamond, honey,” he rasped again. “No one expects it, we do our best, going about the recruitment process methodically to land a jewel like you. So to finally find you,” he ground out, head dropping from his shoulders. “To finally find you, I can’t just take it all for myself. I can’t betray the brotherhood like that, acting the selfish prick.”
But I shook my head again, helpless.
“You’re not betraying them,” I whispered. “I don’t want to go up for sale, I want to be with you.”
And here, his head lifted so that those blue eyes took mine, penetrating, seizing my soul.
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he ground out roughly. “It’s enough to set you up for life, you don’t know what you’re saying.”
I shook my head, stubborn.
“I’ve never wanted to sell my body,” I stated emphatically. “Never, and that hasn’t changed. It’s insane that there are girls who want to,” I added darkly. “It’s crazy.”
Mr. White shrugged.
“It’s not crazy,” he said. “And some of those girls are now married to their billionaires,” he said with a tight smile. “Yeah, believe it or not, married to the men they fucked for a week, things were so good between the product and the buyer.”
I gasped, eyes wide. Holy cow, so this auction business was way more serious than I thought. Evidently the girls they sourced were so perfect for club members, so wholly suited that some dudes even ended up putting a ring on it, making it real. A shiver ran down my spine because I wanted that, definitely. I wanted to be married to my man, a powerful, dominant alpha who made my knees weak. The problem was that my best prospect was sitting right here in front of me, proposing that I sell myself to someone else. How fucked up was that? How messed up was it to hear these words, to listen to his proposal? Suddenly, I was exhausted, overwhelmed with confusion and overcome with a myriad of feelings. My thoughts twisted this way and that, and I wasn’t sure what to think anymore, what to feel.
“So what do we do?” I asked, eyes dim. “You seem to think that an auction is best for me, but I’ve just told you it’s not what I want. I don’t care how much I can make,” I added again, firm. “It’s not about the money.”
Jared shook his head.
“You don’t know what money is because you’ve never needed it, baby girl,” he ground out. “Besides, we don’t have to dive right into the deep end. Because of your resistance, why don’t you come to the Billionaires Ball first? We’re having a party, baby, and it’ll be a good way for you to acclimate, to get introduced to what our world is like.”
I snorted then.
“The Billionaires Ball?” I asked skeptically. “Sounds like some kind of twisted fantasy. Besides, I’ve already seen how you guys operate,” I added. “I was at the club tonight.”
Even though my words scalded, I couldn’t help it. I wanted this man, I wanted him so badly, and yet he kept pushing me to sell myself to someone else. It hurt so bad that I lashed out, unable to keep my emotions in check.
But Jared admirably kept his cool.
“You only saw a pop-up tonight,” he said smoothly. “Like I mentioned, tonight’s Club was just a pop-up, the real deal is based in Vegas.”
“So?” I asked, still hurt and disappointed. “Who says the real deal is any better?”
And this time, Jared’s brows lowered.
“Watch your mouth,” he ground out. “Watch it girlie.”
But I was so upset about the fact that he was telling me to sell myself, that I couldn’t keep a lid on it. I wanted him, couldn’t the billionaire tell? Couldn’t the alpha see that I was willing to go where he led, to the ends of the Earth if that was what he wanted, so long as we were together?
So impulsively, I lashed out again, with poison on my tongue.
“Maybe all your brothers are dumbass lame-o’s,” I spat. “Money doesn’t mean you have good character, it doesn’t mean you’re a good person. It just means one thing: that you have cash. So what? Why should I think that the set-up in Vegas is so much better?”
I’m not exactly great at cussing someone out, and “lame-o” was the best I could do at the moment. But despite the childish words, the feeling was absolutely real. Maybe the Nevada compound wasn’t any better, also filled with greasy used car salesmen, guys with blown-out egos and limp dicks.
But my nasty words hit a sore spot. Evidently the Club was close to Mr. White’s heart and he didn’t appreciate my comments. Hell, I wouldn’t either, I’d just smeared his sacred space, his precious brotherhood, the place where he spent lot of time. I’d just spewed vile words on something that was near and dear to him, and the big man had had it.
In a flash, the alpha was on me. I didn’t even know what happened, he was so fast for someone so big, one second he was across the room, and the next he loomed above me, not two inches away.
“I heard you, little girl,” he said silkily, breath hot on my neck. “I heard you the first time.”
I was like a rabbit beneath his huge form, that big body blocking out the light, taking over my entire world. But I had to put up a fight, I couldn’t just give in like some spineless weakling. I had to show that I was a woman of fire, with my own thoughts, feelings, needs, and wants.
“Sure you heard, but you’re not listening,” I said scornfully. “You always do that with women? Nod and smile, but the words go in one ear and out the other? Is that how you treat women?”
That comment also struck close to home because it went to the heart of the matter. Girls who worked for the Club were paid well, sure, they sometimes walked out with seven figures after an auction. But even if they were treated well during their stay and had money exploding from their pockets, did that mean that the set-up was fair? Did they walk on equal footing with their buyers? Did they have any say in what happened to them before they went on the pedestal?
But Mr. White was so incensed hearing those words that he lost all control. In a second, I was shoved over his lap face-down, staring at the carpet, breathless.
“Wha?” I panted, struggling to get up, pushing against those massive thighs. “What the, let me up!” I squealed.
But his arm was like a band against my lower back.
“Shut your mouth,” he ground out. “Shut that nasty little mouth.”
And before I realized what was happening, my skirt was flipped up over my waist, ass cheeks bouncing, covered only by the thinnest of cotton panties.
“Wha?” I shrieked again, this time squirming like an eel. “What the hell?”’
But it was too late because Mr. White’s big fist raised in the air and came crashing down on my ass.
“Owwww!” I screamed. “Ow!”
But he didn’t hesitate. So fast that I barely realized what was happening, his arm went up again and smashed across my butt cheeks once more, slamming into the fleshiest part, the sting unbearable.
“Owwww!” I screamed again, lifting my head as tears began to roll down my cheeks. “Oh my god, ow!”
But the alpha was relentless.
“You wanted to know how girls are treated at the Club,” he ground out. “Well I’ll teach you how it’s done in Vegas because there’s no mercy for bad chickadees. That’s right you heard me. A buyer who wants to discipline his girl is free to do so, it’s part of the bargain, and right now, I’m disciplining you.”
CRACK! Another resounding slap across my ass made me scream, but I wasn’t struggling anymore. It was either the pain, his words, or both, but suddenly all the fight went out of me. Instead, I began to plead.
“Please,” I begged. “Please Mr. White, I won’t be bad again, I promise. Please please please!”
But I’d angered the alpha, and there was no mercy on the horizon. Instead, he slapped my ass a few more times, so hard that my skin sizzled, white hot and burning.
“That’s right,” he ground out. “Fuck you, Abby, fuck you.”
And somehow, the situation turned a corner then. What had previously been boiling rage somehow melted into something steamier, the atmosphere heavy with sensuality. Because instead of slapping me again, instead of going to town on my flaming red ass cheeks, instead, this time Mr. White massaged my buttocks, his big palms squeezing the flesh, like he was rubbing the pain away.
“Unnnh,” I moaned, head dropping limply. “Ohhh.”
I wasn’t sure if I was groaning from the lingering sting or the feel of his hand on my soft flesh. But whatever it was, the waves carried me, I was no longer a thinking, fighting female, but rather one floating in a sea of sensuality, lost again to this big man.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned again, boobies smashed against his strong legs. And sure enough, there was a twitch beneath my stomach, the feel of something hard as iron, digging into my flesh. Could it be? Could the spanking, the touch of my assflesh against his hands, have aroused Mr. White? Did he love feeling my butt, watching as the cheeks shook and bounced with every slap of his fist, growing hot under his palm?
Evidently so because before I knew it, those clever fingers slipped beneath my panties and began stroking the softness within.
“Unnnh,” I moaned again, lost to desire. And oh god, that snake below my stomach jerked hard this time, Jared’s arousal undeniable.
“That’s right,” he ground out once more, voice gravelly. “This is what bad girls get. You want it, baby? You want it?”
Because roughly, the big man gripped my panties in his hand, the fabric scrunched into a tight line between my ass cheeks and pulled up, hard. Oh god, oh god, the material rubbed against my clit unbearably then, arousing me, a guttural moan escaping my lips as I twisted in his lap.
“Unnh!” I cried out. And the big man chuckled.
“Yeah that’s what I call a vaginal wedgie,” he ground out. “Wedgies for ladies, feels good against that hard clit, huh? Feels good?” he asked, pulling the material tighter, bisecting my butt cheeks as the panties scraped against my sensitive nub.
And something happened then that made him laugh all the harder. Because I was so turned on by this sex play, so unbelievably, erotically aroused that my pussy spurted then. It happens sometimes when I’m juiced, my cunt gets really slick and wet and let’s go with a burst of hot liquid, the nectar running in streams down my legs. And right now, ass up in his lap, there was no way I could hide it from him. My hips jerked a bit, insides growing tense and then oh god, it happened. I felt the squirt against my inner thighs, the unmistakable spray of ambrosia drenching my nether lips, and I could tell Mr. White noticed too because his hand immediately dropped and stroked the juices into my skin, massaging my most sensitive part.
“Mmm, baby feels good,” he rumbled, fingers hot against my quivering puss. “Baby feels real good, you’re real turned on.”
And I couldn’t deny it because at that very moment, I squirted again, just a little bit, right into his palm. It was so embarrassing, I’ve never done it twice in a row in such a short period. But chalk it up to the billionaire, there was something about Mr. White that broke through all my barriers, made me melt into a puddle, and the nectar oozed out once more, right into his hands.
“Oh my god,” I squirmed slightly, trying to wriggle around, meeting his eyes. “I’m so sorry,” I panted. “I didn’t mean to.”
But the big man seized my gaze with his own, that blue fire penetrating and direct, hot with desire.
“Naw don’t worry about it, baby,” he growled. “Because I like it. See how much I like it, honey.”
And with that, he lifted his palm to his mouth, licking the pungent fluid off his fingers. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, his tongue traced a trail of goo before swallowing, a delicious smile on his lips.
“Like I said, baby, I love women, and female nectar is one of my favorite drinks,” he rumbled lazily. “If I could survive on pussy juice alone, I’d do it, hell yeah, I’d be on it a second.”
I flushed then, heat flaring in my chest and running down my breasts before coming to a sweet stop in my cunt, the warmth making me ooze again. Because drinking pussy juice to survive? Choosing that over water and food? Oh my god, it was so wrong, so dirty and nasty, but I loved it.
Because I loved everything having to do with this man. I wasn’t even his prisoner anymore, his arm was no longer a steel bar across my back, trapping me. I could get up, I could pull my skirt down and act the outraged sissy, stomping out of the apartment without another word. But that’s not what I wanted. That wasn’t how I wanted this night to end. Despite the fact that I’d only met Mr. White hours ago, I was desperate to have more of him, desperate for whatever he’d give.
So throwing caution to the winds, I looked at him over my shoulders, eyes melty, lips half-parted, a female in heat.
“Do it Mr. White,” I purred. “Show me what else you do to bad girls.”
And fire leapt in his eyes then, the blue ice becoming so hot they burned through my soul.
“I’ll show you what I do,” he rumbled in reply. “Gladly. Starting with this.”
I gasped because with a sudden snap, my panties were gone, the drenched cloth bunched in his fist.
“Fuck yeah,” he ground out, holding the cotton to his nose and inhaling deeply. “Fuck yeah, aroused cunt smells good.”
Moaning, I looked at him again. Oh god, he was so dirty, sniffing my underwear, savoring the smell of my wet pussy. And I shook my twat at him then, the folds bare before him now, my pink lips wet and inviting.
“It’s yours,” I panted. “It’s all yours, Mr. White.”
But the big man was depraved beyond belief, he had experience with women that far outstripped my mere eighteen years. So with a knowing grin, he crumped the fabric tightly.
“I know it’s mine,” he rasped. “But I don’t like my girls to talk, and honey, you’ve done way too much talking already tonight.”
And this is where things went off the rails again. If you can fall into the fire twice, then it happened now because without losing a beat, Mr. White stuffed my wet panties into my mouth.
I was so shocked and taken aback, that I didn’t even resist at first, not quite sure what was happening.
“Mmmph!?” I gulped, eyes wide, looking up at him. Oh shit, oh shit, the panties were so wet, the cloth muffling my words, choking me almost. What was going on?
But the blue eyes merely gleamed at me, those white teeth flashing.
“Like I said,” Jared drawled. “You’ve already done too much talking today and Daddy’s sick of it. So open up baby, eat your dirty panties.”
And it was then that I realized he meant every word of what he said. The soaked panties in my mouth were meant to stop me from talking, he was sick of my bullshit, my sassy replies, and was putting a stop to it. Literally, he was shoving a plug into my mouth so that there was no more noise except the occasional muffled, “Mwmwmwm!”
I coughed a bit, it was hard to swallow, choking a little. But shit, the panties tasted good, my cunt flavor strong and aromatic, and the dirtiness of the situation got to me. Because never in my wildest dreams had I imagined this nasty scene. Never in my wildest fantasies had I ever envisioned myself sprawled across the lap of a dominant male, spanked within an inch of my life with my panties stuffed in my mouth. If I’d been thinking this would be a comfortable ride, then I’d sadly underestimated Mr. White because he’d already shot me out to Pluto with no turning back.
And I loved it, I loved every second of it. I loved having my pussy out for him, available for the alpha to touch, use, and stroke. Plus I loved the way he’d worked me so far, the dirty wedgie that rubbed my clit, and now this. Most women probably would have been crying their eyes out, defeated and scared, but not me. The slut inside demanded that I go along with his every whim, that I give into Jared’s wants and needs.
So I merely looked at him once more over my shoulder, mouth stuffed full, and shook my ass tantalizingly, wiggling and beckoning.
“Mwmwmw?” I asked. “Mmwmwm?”
The alpha chuckled, a gleam in those blue eyes.
“Oh yeah, you’re gonna get it, don’t worry baby, you’re gonna get it. But Daddy has a rule, remember? No vaginal, you’re Club property, so unfortunately this dick isn’t going into your pussy tonight.”
My heart sank, a little disappointed, before perking back up again. Because I hadn’t gotten dick in cunt so far, and yet I was wet beyond belief, the sex play was insane, beyond my wildest fantasies. So I shot him a pleading half-smile, trying to communicate with my eyes. I wanted it, I wanted whatever he’d give, even if he wouldn’t spear me with that hot rod. I’d take fingers in my cunt, his mouth, hell, he could even stuff these dirty panties into my vaginal canal if that’s what he wanted.
But Mr. White merely smiled again, voice smooth.
“Oh no honey,” he rumbled deep in his chest. “I’m not touching pussy, but there’s another part of you that’s fair game. Right here, baby girl, right here. Remember this? You came hard with Daddy’s tongue here, you liked the anal, if I remember right.”
I let out a lusty moan then because oh shit, his fingers trailed over my pucker before nudging my legs apart and spreading my ass cheeks. Flames flickered in my pussy, the roar becoming undeniable, heat spreading all throughout my pelvic area. Because the big man was looking at my brown hole now, taking it all in, even sniffing deeply, as his hands started a rhythmic stroke across the pleats.
“That’s right, my baby likes anal,” he ground out. “And Daddy’s gonna give it to you. Take a deep breath, honey, take a deep breath and relax.”
I did as he commanded, inhaling, big boobies smashed against his lap but my air supply was cut-off because suddenly, my pucker gave way and the big man’s finger slid into my butt, just an inch or two. His tongue had been there before but this new feeling was so surprising, so different from that wet, slick muscle. I shrieked, all thoughts of calm inhalations, of a Zen experience flying out the window.
“Mmmph!” I squealed. “Mmmph! Mmmph!” I shrieked, twisting frantically in his lap.
But the big man’s digit plugged me, and no matter how hard I thrashed, I wasn’t shaking that thick finger.
“That’s right,” he soothed, growly and deep. “That’s right, baby likes Daddy’s finger up her ass.”
And my cunt gushed at the words, insides going soft, drenching his hand once again. Because the nastiness was so good, so hot, that he was absolutely right. Here I was with a much older man’s digit up my butt, and instead of hating it, instead of feeling like a piece of trash, I loved it. I absolutely loved being his fuckdoll, his little toy that he could use as he pleased.
So I let him know the best way I knew how. Squeezing my eyes shut, I took a deep breath and consciously relaxed my ass muscles, willing them to embrace his finger. And sure enough, this time that digit slid all the way in, all the way up to his last knuckle, my butt swallowing the alpha male whole.
The billionaire chuckled above me.
“Oh yeah, that’s a good butt slut,” he rumbled. “That’s Daddy’s little butt slut, take it baby, take it.”
Because he stirred his digit in my bottom then, stretching out my anal cavity, making me moan throatily, eyes still squeezed shut, lost to the sensations. Oh god, it felt so fucking good and I humped my hips up and down slightly, trying to get some friction against my clit. I needed him so bad, I wanted every part of him, and the big man merely laughed again, scissoring his fingers in my anal canal as he spoke.
“Oh yeah, Daddy will get to it,” he promised. “Daddy will absolutely get there.”
Because slowly, with his finger still jammed into my ass, the big man slid his thumb into my pussy. I squealed, eyes flying open, the sensation unbelievable. Oh my god, I was being penetrated in both holes, the man was fingering both my ass and pussy, and shit, it felt good. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I was gonna come, my cunt loose, juicing wildly as my butt clamped instinctively, nearly breaking off his finger.
“That’s right little butt slut, you like DP don’t you?” Mr. White growled in back of me. “My little virgin likes a good double-header, feels amazing huh?”
I merely juiced more in reply, ambrosia flowing between my legs like a river, a warm, oozy stream of female essence. Because yeah, I was his fuck toy, I’d do anything he wanted, and the crest was fast approaching. Even though I was a virgin, I could tell that my body wouldn’t hold up much longer, despite my desperation to extend the sex play. God I wanted hours, if not days with this man, a week in bed sounded about right. But I couldn’t, my body was too innocent and he’d already blown through my barriers, making me feel and experience things I’d never imagined.
And Mr. White knew it too, all too well. Because playing my body like a fine instrument, he made me cum then, he pushed me over the edge with a knowing touch, intuiting exactly what I needed. That thumb in my hole reached just a little further, pushed just a little deeper until it brushed my hymen, lightly stroking the unbroken tissue.
“That’s right, little slut,” the big man rasped above me. “Daddy’s touching that hymen now, doesn’t it feel good? Doesn’t it feel good to have a man deep in your ass and your pussy, stroking your insides? Fuck, little girl, you’re beautiful.”
And with that, I hurtled over the edge. With a full body jerk, I screamed through the panties in my mouth, pussy and ass pulsing, clamping down on the fingers within. My juices shot out in blasts, each convulsion of my cunt pushing out female ambrosia, drenching the big man’s hands up to his wrists. And it felt so good, so amazing, electric bolts radiating from my cunt, my ass winking and blinking, even my fingers and toes going stiff and then limp, screaming through the fabric that choked me.
But Mr. White wasn’t thrown at all. As my body pulsed, he merely pushed his digits in deeper, letting my ass and pussy take as much as they could, niggling my insides, stroking my inner channels, juicing me up.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, growling. “Go with it, little virgin, go with it.”
The words merely made me convulse even harder because they were so wrong on every level. What kind of girl is a virgin if she’s got a man’s fingers in her pussy and asshole, both holes breached, the penetration so good and thorough? What kind of virgin screams and squeals, inviting a man’s touch, letting him stroke her hymen with her panties stuffed in her mouth? But it didn’t matter, because I was that girl. Even if I was technically a virgin still, my tissue unbroken, it didn’t matter. I belonged to this man and my body wasn’t shy about showing him, pussy and ass contracting over and over again, welcoming him in deep, milking him desperately.
“Unnnh,” I moaned once the convulsions slowed, becoming a slow simmer, aftershocks pulsing through my frame. “Unnnh.”
The big man grinned, slowly pulling his digits from my secret cavities. Oh god, it felt good, the drag of that flesh against my flesh, the wet sucking sounds from my twat as he exited. I cried out after he was out, feeling vaguely empty and incomplete, desperate to get him inside again.
The billionaire chuckled, pushing his fingers into my mouth, cramming past the fabric.
“Don’t worry little butt slut, you’re gonna get it. Daddy will make sure you get it,” he ground out.
I almost didn’t hear him because I was fervently sucking at his fingers, desperately licking my goodness off those strong digits. Shit, the pussy juice was one thing, sweet and tangy, but the ass taste blew my mind. I’ve never touched myself back there in a sexual way, and the butt musk was indescribable, it made me horny as all fuck, desperate to feel him in me once again.
But before I could lift my head to beg for more, before I could do anything to communicate my wants and needs, the big man was on it. Pulling his fingers from my mouth, he lifted my torso so that I straddled his legs, facing outwards.
“Mmwmw?” I asked, stupefied, turning to look at him over my shoulder. What was happening? Of course I was his fuckdoll, I’d do anything Mr. White asked, but this was unexpected. My body was limp, still wrung-out from the incredible orgasm and I gazed at him with wide eyes, mouth still crammed full of wet underwear. “Mwmwm?”
But Mr. White knew exactly what he was doing because he nudged my legs wider, and that’s when I felt it. Oh god, oh god. His dicktip kissed my folds then, the hardness undeniable, and I squealed, squirming a bit. Was he gonna put it in? Was he going to de-virginize me? But what had happened to his vows to the brotherhood, about keeping me pristine for auction?
Mr. White read my mind and merely groaned, rubbing that shaft all over my fleshy pussy lips.
“I’m just getting myself wet honey because you’re gonna take me in the ass,” he grunted. “That’s right, there’s so much pussy nectar that it’s the perfect lube for going up your butt.”
I cried out then, cunt juicing once more, rivulets of ambrosia dripping onto his fuckshaft. Because oh god, that was his plan. He was going to own my butt while keeping me “virginal” for his brothers. But wasn’t it wrong? Even if his actions followed the letter of the law, surely it didn’t respect the spirit.
And like he could read my mind, Mr. White growled.
“Fuck yeah, this is wrong, this is so fucking wrong but I can’t hold back. I have to have that ass, I have to have you wrapped around my dick, I’ll die if I don’t get it.”
And with that, the slide began. I gasped, arching my back, eyes closed, lips halfway parted. Oh god, oh god, it was so dirty and nasty, but it felt so good. His dicktip probed my back end, circling my hole before beginning an insistent push.
“Relax,” he growled into my ear from behind. “Spread your legs and relax, honey, it’ll go in easier that way.”
I tensed involuntarily at first, unable to control myself. But his dicktip was like a huge, spongy helmet, probing my bottom tantalizingly, and with a sigh and a deep breath, the head wormed in, breaching my ass.
“Mmmph!” I moaned, twisting in his arms. “Mmm.”
The big man merely breathed into my ear, lightly nibbling with his teeth.
“That’s right, baby girl, it’s not gonna hurt if you relax. Keep going, little slut, keep going.”
And taking another deep breath, I loosened my ass muscles again, willing my body to go soft and flexible, and with a sudden pop, it happened. My sphincter snapped and the big man slid up inside, deep into my anal canal, my butt stretched so deliciously wide.
“Mmmph,” was all I could manage again. “Mmmm.”
The billionaire groaned in back of me, huge chest heaving against my back, dick like an iron rod in my asshole.
“Aw fuck,” he ground out. “Aw fuck you’re tight as fuck, shit.”
And with that, the rhythm began. Mr. White was gentle at first, merely rocking his hips, letting me adjust to the feel of a snake up my behind, the dry slide so good and arousing. It was tough at first. Admittedly, I’ve never stuck even so much as a finger in there, so to get a ten-inch pole all of a sudden was a shock.
But it felt ungodly amazing, the entire scenario was so sensual yet illicit, having an alpha male in my behind, and soon I was rocking my hips with him, begging for more.
“Mmm,” I pleaded, throwing my head back, massaging my breasts as he fucked my ass. “Mmmm.”
And like two people who could read each other’s minds, the pace intensified. Jared put two hands on either side of my waist, almost encircling me, and pushed my back forwards slightly so that he could see where his dick penetrated my butthole.
“Mmmph,” he grunted. “Fuck you’re sweet.”
And with that, he began lifting his hips and down, burrowing deep into my most private place, reaming me again and again. He was so huge that I felt like his fuckrod went all the way up into the back of my throat, that it was splitting me in two, overcoming me with sensations. But no, I was merely getting a good backend drill, hard and solid, shaking with desire.
“Mmwmw,” I managed again. “Mwmwm,” I moaned as my breasts bounced in time to the hard banging, the feel of that thick dick overwhelming, every part of me focused on where our bodies joined.
And my ring was so tight, my anal walls clamping him so hard, that with a muffled roar, a jerk of his hips and an unmistakable twitch within my body, Mr. White spurted. That’s right, deep into my ass canal, the big man let his sperm go, jet after jet of hot white coating my GI tract, the bubbly so sweet and viscous.
“Ummm!” I moaned, rectum clamping. “Ummm!”
Because I was coming as well. I’ve never felt a man lose it in me, and the feel of hot juices spraying, of dick jerking uncontrollably in my butt pushed me over the edge. I ascended the highest mountains, my pussy shivering with delight as my ass spasmed again and again, milking him for more, desperate for the hot white. And as he spurted, I shattered, giving it up for the billionaire, his to use, fuck, and play with however he wanted.
“Unnnh!” I cried out again, our moans and shouts mixing in a cacophony of sound. “Unnnh!”
The alpha roared, his release in me complete, hot, wet and sticky, and oh so good. I loved it, I wanted every single drop of his sperm, his semen was the stuff of life and I wanted it so bad. So grinding my hips again, I pushed down with my butt, making sure that none of it escaped, that none of it got away, desperate to keep his virility inside.
And finally, the convulsions subsided, our moaning and thrashing becoming mere pants and gasps instead of full-on wails, the big man and I still locked together, his dick deep up my butt. I sighed, leaning back against his broad chest, wrung out and sated, feeling so satisfied.
But Jared wasn’t done yet. Because slowly, he pushed me forward, watching avidly as his penis exited my butt. It must have looked good, anal ring gripping him desperately still, his cock coated in white semen, gooey and viscous. But the alpha did something then that made me gasp with shock, eyes going wide. Because Mr. White pushed me to the floor, not hard, but still I was on all fours facing away from him, ass gaping like an empty cavern, pussy still shivering with the aftermath of our sex.
“That’s right,” he ground out. “You belong to Daddy, every part of you. Now push down honey, push and give me that cream pie.”
I gasped, mouth still stuffed with the panties. Because what the hell? I knew what he was asking for, I’ve watched porn, I know what they do in the movies. But in real life? Never in a million years. Did this really happen to people? God no.
But something told me that my innocence was gone forever. I belonged to this man, I was absolutely his and could no more deny him than stop breathing. So closing my eyes again, I went with it. Summoning my deepest reserves, I tightened my abs and pelvic muscles, arching my back a little to encourage the seed to spill.
Because that’s what he wanted. The billionaire wanted to watch as his semen dripped from my ass, and I wanted to give it to him. I wanted the proof of our loving as well, to feel the hot fuck slide from my anus and down my leg, the big man’s mark on me strong and undeniable.
And with a few sharp grunts and ab contractions, it began to happen. With some straining and some pushing, a bit of white welled up from inside, balancing delicately at my anal hole before slipping down a meaty thigh in a slick stream.
“Awww fuck,” the alpha ground out behind me, eyes blazing as he watched the dirty sight. “Aww fuck fuck fuck.”
And I thought that’d be it. With everything that had happened tonight, I thought this was the final act, that the creampie was a fitting ending to the incredible nastiness, delicious and illicit. But as always, Mr. White pulled another rabbit from his sleeve, he’s an experienced alpha and knows exactly how he likes it. Because leaning forward, the billionaire licked up my leg, tasting the cum that had been in my butt not seconds before.
I squealed, jumping and quivering. Oh my god, oh my god, really? This was so nasty, so off-the-charts disgusting, I could hardly believe it’d happened.
But sure enough, Mr. White was leaning forwards for another taste, another lap at the hot fuck trailing from my anal hole. And he leaned back again, savoring the flavor, licking his lips with a gleam in his eye.
“That’s right honey, all of you belongs to Daddy. I’m gonna touch, taste and lick wherever I want, and that includes here,” he said, placing a big finger against my anus, burrowing slightly into my rectum.
And letting out a small scream, I came all over again. From his mere words, his insinuations, that light touch on my brown pucker, I came like a woman undone. Body bucking as my anus contracted wildly, I pulsed and shrieked, every cell in my body gloriously alive. Because I needed Jared White, I was possessed by the billionaire, one hundred percent absolutely his. So why couldn’t he see? Why was he being so stubborn with this misplaced loyalty to the brotherhood? I wanted no one but Jared … but it didn’t matter, because he didn’t want me.