Excerpt
"I've saved the best for last," Katriona said with a wicked chuckle. "No offense, Bastian."
"None taken, Kat," Bastian said as he tucked in his shirt and sent her a wink.
"Carl. Come here."
Carl stepped forward and bowed low in Katriona's direction.
"Strip, slave."
Without one bit of hesitation, Carl slipped off his tuxedo jacket. Dalton took it from him. Then off came the shirt. He shucked his shoes and socks, then dropped his pants.
Carmen's breath sucked in and lodged in her throat. Holy... He was gorgeous! His skin was lightly tanned. A swirl of hair on his chest narrowed into the waistband of the tightest pair of spandex shorts that showed off one hell of a nice package.
"As you can see, ladies, Carl knows how to take directions."
There were murmurs of approval from a few of the tables nearby.
"Your weekend getaway with him is right here on Incognito grounds. Two nights in the refurbished caretaker's cottage. A private patio overlooking the ocean where Carl will serve breakfast as you watch the sunrise. He may not have won any culinary awards, but be assured that you won't be disappointed in his homemade waffles...and whipped cream."
Because she was watching so closely, Carmen saw Carl's lips twitch ever so slightly, as if he was trying to keep in a grin.
"After you've relaxed in the private Jacuzzi, Carl will give you a full-body massage that will make you melt." Katriona ran her finger down the center of Carl's chest. "Turn around, slave."
Carl turned. Dalton handed Katriona a riding crop, which she smacked right across Carl's tight, round ass cheeks.
Carmen's face flushed, and she nearly gasped at the spear of lust that went through her. Dios mio, what was wrong with her? She wanted to taste him. Lick him. Suck the tight, tan skin stretched over beautiful muscles.
"Shall we start the bidding at five hundred?" Dalton asked.
The price rose quickly as Katriona put Carl through a few turns. She whacked him on the ass a couple more times. Then Carl went down on his knees and kissed the top of Katriona's foot. Even though the man's actions were submissive, he did them with such strength, such masculine grace, that she was reminded of a lion tamer. Although one held the whip, only the foolish believed the lion to be truly tamed or powerless.
Olivia had told her about the exhibitionism that went on here sometimes, about the scenes played out, sometimes all-out sex right there on the stage, but this... There was something about it that got Carmen's blood heated to a fever pitch.
"Think about it, ladies. Who wouldn't want to be pampered by a man who will answer your every wish? To relax and let him take care of your ever desire."
"Five-thousand five hundred going once... Twice..."
Carman shot her hand up in the air. "Five thousand six hundred," she called out.
Olivia grabbed her hand and pulled it down. "What the hell are you doing, Car?"
"I want to be pampered. I've never been pampered." She sounded pathetic, but she couldn't help it. It might be the only time in her life when a man would willingly cook her a meal and give her a massage."
"It's just a weekend getaway. I'll send you to the spa we use. They aren't actually auctioning sex. It's not like you get to have Carl."
Carmen shrugged. "I can get sex anywhere."
"Five thousand nine hundred," Dalton said.
Carmen raised her hand again. "Six thousand." It would take a large chunk of her savings but, as Olivia said, it was for a good cause-a tax write-off. She eyed Carl. Yeah, a weekend of being pampered was exactly what she needed to get her mind off her recent troubles.
Carl peeked up through his lashes. The Montgomerys' guest was bidding on him. It took all he had to keep the smile inside.
Kat laid her hand against his chest, making it look sexual as she stroked his pec, but she leaned in and whispered. "Carmen's not a member. We can't allow her to win the auction."
Dipping his head a bit farther so none of the audience could see his mouth as he spoke, he said, "She's Olivia's life-long friend. I say let her have me."
"It's the hips, isn't it?" Kat asked with a husky chuckle in his ear. "You like her hips."
"And boobs," he commented, trying to keep his own laughter inside. "She's got great boobs."
Kat tweaked his nipple, nearly making him jump. "Okay. I'll let her have you if she can outbid Harriet." She gave a slight nod in Dalton's direction, so he would let Carmen win if she bid high enough.
God, please let Carmen win the auction. Harriett would tie him up for the weekend and probably... He swallowed. "It is clear that sex is not part of the weekend package, right?"
Kat snapped his ass with the riding crop and laughed. She was getting off on this shit. He'd get her back.
"Six thousand three hundred going once... Twice... Sold to the Montgomerys."
Carl sighed and slumped. "Thank God," he murmured.
Kat gave him an affectionate pat on the ass. "You sounded worried."
Carl bowed low, showing the audience his respect for his Domme. Beneath his breath so only she could hear, he said, "If Harriett had gotten me, you and Dalton would have been paying one hell of a bonus."
