Her Troika (The Complete Story) (Dominion Trust Book 2) by Trent Evans Read Free Book Online Page A

muffled from her position. One of the men slapped a big-gloved palm onto her ass, his fingers easing apart her cleft.
    The sex was wet, swollen, and aside from the dark curls atop her mound, bare. The dark anus cringed within the valley of the buttocks, the woman yelping as the big palm patted the sex with a moist sound.
    “I bid one twenty five then,” the young man said, smiling, his gaze firing.
    “Apparently met specifications?” Derek cringed at his snark. This was not a snark-worthy situation. This was run outta here as fast as your legs can carry you, shit.
    That’s not what your cock thinks. Kidding yourself again.
    “Little young isn’t he?” Derek thought the guy looked twenty at the most. “She’s gotta have eight or nine years on him, at least.”
    “You see that a lot at these auctions,” Kurt said, with a wry grin. “Rich kids get sent out by their parents for a new plaything. Sometimes it’s the fucking parents buying a girl for their kid.”
    “You’re shitting me with this, right?”
    Kurt’s hand swept the scene before them. “Does it look like I’m shitting you? You’re in fantasyland here now. Why don’t you try and enjoy it?”
    The men turned Shae back around again, holding her up tightly by the shoulders once more, her hair hanging down into her blushing face. The young man who’d placed the bid made his way up to the dock, standing quite close to the woman, his body language bespeaking the circling raptor.
    “Do I have another?” The man at the lectern raised his gavel. “Anyone?”
    “One hundred fifty thousand,” a clear, feminine voice pronounced. Down toward the front, a woman stood, her placard raised in a slim hand. Her black hair was streaked with gray, yet her figure was slender and fit, the off-white dress she wore fitting neatly to a lithe body.
    The young bidder turned, color high at either cheek, his jaw clenched. He glared at the woman, glanced back at Shae, then sullenly retreated through the crowd.
    “Who is that?” Derek shifted in his chair, his cock throbbing painfully now. “I didn’t know women could … ”
    Derek felt the flush at his own cheeks at the realization. He’d just automatically assumed that women were a commodity here, taking a backseat to the men — no matter how outlandish such a thing was on its face. That the notion didn’t bother him was disturbing in itself, and it was something he knew he’d never be able admit to anyone.
    Kurt turned in his chair, looking back over his shoulder, then back at Derek. “The kid never had a chance. Ella Haas has more money than God. Though now that I think of it, I’m wondering why she’s bidding at all.”
    “Women not allowed to?”
    Kurt waved his hand. “Oh no, the Trust likes anyone’s money, regardless of their plumbing. It’s just that — didn’t think Gareth would allow something like that. Keeps Ella on a very short leash, if you get my drift.”
    Derek didn’t really, but looking up at the trembling Shae, surrounded by men, he thought he could probably make an educated guess.
    The gavel came down. “Sold, to the Haas household. See the treasurer to arrange payment.” The lectern man waved the gavel toward the pens. “Display her for one hour, no restrictions. Then let Mrs. Haas collect her winnings.”
    There was a smattering of quiet chuckling through the crowd as Shae was led away, stumbling, her short legs unable to keep up with the long strides of the two monsters dragging her along.
    Derek felt Kurt tense, noticing his friend sit up straighter in his chair, still watching the events up front.
    “We have one other item on the agenda tonight,” the man at the lectern said, raising his voice. “Another unusual case. Before we proceed though, let me ask our gracious host Mr. Kurt Erickson to stand and be recognized. Kurt, please.”
    Derek felt pinned to his seat as every eye in the place turned to them, Kurt rising smoothly, clasping his hands in front of him.
    “Mr.