Taming The Virgin CEO

"This one's got big tits. I bet you her pussy smells like peach." The murmurs cut through the messy haze of Aria's mind, a man's laughter echoed in her ears as soon as her consciousness began to return to her.

"I'd fuck those over my wife's any time." Another man's agreement followed suit, she blinked repeatedly but yet the darkness didn't seem to leave.

A red blindfold covered her eyes, her head rolled to the side. In attempt to move, a bind snapped her back in place. Her hands were bound in front of her with velvet rope, and her legs spread apart, strapped open with thin leather that dug into her ankles.

Goosebumps covered her skin the moment cold breeze bristled past her, and her inner thighs. Where were her cheap jeans? And the loose top she draped over it? Her heart started pounding frantically in her chest, completely drowning out the murmurs of the crowd.

But then she heard a click of heels on the platform she laid helpless on, the rest of the voices were laughter, but they were mostly from men.

"The Auction will now begin," A voice said in front of her, Auction? Earlier she was closing the bar for the night, tossing her apron angrily on the hook because her boss was an even cheaper bastard than she thought. He wanted to fuck her after she begged him to allow her share missing posters of her sister to his customers. She was going to close the doors that night and never come back.

But once she got in the alley way, the sudden overwhelming smell of chloroform filled her senses the moment a hand clamped over her mouth. Now she was here, on display like a piece of meat at the butcher's corner.

"Item 87, package is twenty two and a virgin. Completely untouched, a complete exotic experience. The bid starts at one million." Whoever was on the platform said through the microphone. Item? That didn't baffle her as much as when they announced her as a virgin, who else would know that? Only her sister did before she disappeared.

And she wouldn't be a virgin if her thirsty boyfriend wasn't patient enough to find her hole and kicked her out of his house that night.

Soon, the spot lights almost left her retina begging as the blindfold was yanked off her face. She flinched, blinking rapidly with the tears that hung at the corner of her eyes. The room was massive, it was like theatre stage back in her middle school.

Different men dressed in expensive attires, holding a mask over their faces with their betting paddle resting on their tables. Aria jerked, thrashing from side to side, trying to cover herself from the weak piece of clothing they dressed her in.

Her head managed to gaze down at her legs, they were spread apart for full view with only the lingerie net covering her pussy.

"Two million!" A voice rang from the crowd, jerking her back to reality. Her throat ached behind the gag, veins lined her throat in an attempt to scream for them to stop. But tears pooled in her eyes instead as they didn't get the message. Her eyes darted around frantically, desperate for an escape, like she could even move from there.

“Three million!"

"Four point five!" The number rose like flames, but then in a single moment....