I’ve spend the last ten years building my empire, and now I rule the world. If you’re anyone who is anyone, I know you and you know me. If you’ve got more money than you know what to do with, I’m the woman to help you spend it. I deal only with women who are willing, ready, and discreet. But above all else, I keep them safe. I give them safety nets, security, and a way to do what they want, while making a killing. Some women enter into one contract and are set for life. Those are the success stories I love to make. Sex is natural, and women love it. If they can get paid millions to do it, then why not? I’m in the business of providing the elite to the elite, and I don’t make mistakes.
I roll over and bury my face in the pillow. How could anyone love someone like me? Leo tells me he loves me, and I desperately want to say it back to him. But I feel like if I give him that last piece of me, then I’ll have given him everything. What will I hold on to when he leaves me? What will be left of me when he realizes that I’m not worth the effort and he’s out the door?
Things are changing between him and me, and it’s time to come clean.
I push myself from the bed, go to the shower, and try to wash away my fears. I’ve got an Auction tonight, and it’s a big one. I try not to think about the event and instead focus on what I can control. Like shaving my legs and washing my hair.
I also think about how fucking sexy Leo’s body is and rub my pussy while I’m in the shower. I picture him in here like the other night when I came home and joined him. How he fucked me up against the tile and made me cum three times before he would let me out of the shower. The water was ice cold by the time I gave him what he wanted, but he got it.
I touch myself as I think about Leo’s mouth and what it felt like last night. His warm tongue on my clit and how I came on his face. Then I eventually cum thinking about his long thick cock inside of me, fucking me hard and deep.
When I’m out of the shower, I get ready for work. All of my things are here, and I wonder why I even bother going by my place downtown. I know I keep it as insurance, in case Leo decides that a high-paid madame isn’t what he wants after all.
Tying my hair back, I make sure no strand is out of place. I apply my make-up and then slip on a black dress suit with black heels. It’s pretty much the same thing I wear every day, and I feel as if it’s my armor. Once I’m dressed and ready to go, I mentally pull my shields up and head out the door.
This is a big night for the Mistress Auction, and I need all the strength I can muster.
Chapter 3
Leo
I nod to the guard as I make my way into the Mistress Auction. He immediately recognizes me and opens the thick metal door, granting me entry.
“She’s not in her office,” he tells me as I pass, knowing where I was headed. It’s always the first place I go when I arrive, hoping to catch her before the Auction starts. I like her knowing I’m here. I know she’s been doing this for years and has security so thick nothing could ever happen to her, but I need her to know.
I need her to know that someone is here, not because they owe her something or they’re paid to be here. I want her to know I’m here simply to look out for her. To show that, even though I might not want her doing this anymore, I still support her.
I look down at my watch, double-checking the time.
“Thanks,” I say, and make my way straight to the auction area. I want to get a table in the back. Hopefully, this will go fast. I’ve had an unsettled feeling all day, and it doesn’t help that Samantha’s texts today have been short.
No teasing, none of the nicknames she likes to give me. Simple yeses and nos, and it’s eating me up inside.
When I hit the auction area, I stop in my tracks. The room is packed full of people. There isn't a person in the room I don’t recognize. From politicians to casino owners to CFOs of some the largest companies in the world.
Jesus.
Charles, the owner of the Snake Eyes casino, turns, and his eyes lock on me. His wife, Mandy, does the same. I nod politely. If anyone knows why I’m here, it’s Charles. I like to keep my life private, but he once caught me and Samantha in an intimate moment at an Auction. I’m sure he remembers, because a man like Charles remembers everything, just in case he might need to use it against you one day. But word is he seems to have softened up since Mandy’s gotten a hold of him. I know he bought Mandy from this very auction house. In fact, if I recall right, he was bidding against himself before anyone could even make their own bid.
The thought makes me smile, and they take it as an invitation to come over towards me. I’d rather just head to the back, but maybe he knows what’s going on.
“Not surprised to see you here tonight,” Charles says, pulling his tall wife into his body so she’s snug against him. The hand on her hip tightens in a possessive grip. I feel a small trace of jealousy bite at me.
I’d love to do those things with my Samantha, but I know she likes to keep things looking professional to the outside world. She doesn’t want anyone to see her as anything other than a cutthroat ice queen, impervious to men’s charms.