Secretly Mine
Chapter 114: A Sudden Turn

Chapter 114: A Sudden Turn

Hearing my reply, Christian stood up and walked over to the door, locking it from within.

"It will take her some time to get through the verification process to get her earrings, but just in case," he smiled.

He walked back over, leaning over me on the small couch, "Now, just keep your voice down and I’ll give you what you want."

The next moment, his hands reached under my dress and pulled my panties off.

"Spread your legs for me, I want to see that pretty pussy of yours," he said while undid his belt.

As if under his spell, I complied with his wishes and spread my legs apart, allowing him to see my most private parts.

"Mmm, good girl. I’ll give you what you want," he said, leaning over me once more.

The tip of his shaft pushed against me, spreading around the wetness that came out of me. Just as the singer began to sing the first song, Christian slammed his cock inside of me, going as far in as he could.

I covered my mouth to prevent my moans from spilling out. A part of me couldn’t believe that we were doing this in the middle of the auction house with a passed-out person right beside us. However, it would be a complete lie if I said that I didn’t love every second of it.

Christian gripped the side of the couch with one hand while holding up my dress with the other. Our movements were messy and full of passion, completely relishing in the feeling of our bodies clashing together.

Though the curtains were drawn, there was still a good window down to the stage below. If someone really paid attention, they could probably make out Christian’s lewd motions while he continuously thrusted himself inside of me.

"Is this what you wanted, Leslie?" he asked in a hushed voice.

His eyes looked down at me, watching my expressions closely. "Mm, yes," I breathed out, doing my best to control the volume of my voice.

"Hmm, you’re such a bad girl. Lusting over my cock in such a public space. What am I to do with you?"

He continued to pound my insides until we heard a knock on the door to our booth.

"Fuck," he breathed, pulling out. He leaned over to help me up off the couch and whispered in my ear. "You started this. I won’t let you off until we finish it, and next time I cum, it’s going to be inside of you."

His words sent an explosion of tingling through my head. I could climax from the thought of him filling me up alone.

After another round of knocking, Christian finally pulled away, fixing his appearance. I sat up straight on the couch, pretending like I was focused on the concert on the stage.

"Hello, how can we help you?" asked Christian. He tried to remain polite, but I could pick up on the frustration in his tone.

"Is Karl here? I need to see him immediately," an unknown man said, looking over Christian’s shoulder. His hands were fidgety, giving away his nervousness.

"He’s here, but he’s had a bit too much to drink," answered Christian, allowing our visitor to see how Karl was slumped over in his chair.

Seeing this, the man became even more nervous. "What do I do now?" he mumbled.

"Is there a problem? Perhaps I can help?" offered Christian.

"No, no! No, it’s okay. May I go see him for a second?" the man replied. His words made me suspicious of what was going on.

Christian stepped to the side to allow him to enter. He quickly walked over and squatted in front of Karl.

"Sir, wake up, sir!" he said, shaking him a few times.

Karl jolted awake, mumbling a few incoherent words before looking at the man. "What? What is it?"

He said the words with great difficulty, slurring them in a drunken stupor.

"Sir, there’s a problem. You need to come with me right now!" the man hissed, urgently trying to keep Karl awake.

The constant shaking worked, and Karl finally looked at him, recognizing who he was.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be down in the basement keeping watch?" Karl stammered angerly.

Basement? Goods?

I was confused about this basement. From my understanding, there was no basement here, only a large vault behind the stage where the auction items were stored for the events.

The man looked around, glancing at Christian and me. His nervousness showed that he didn’t want us to hear what the issue was.

He leaned in closer to Karl, "Sir, the sedatives have begun to wear off!"

While the man did his best to speak in a low voice, I was close enough to Karl that I heard him.

Sedatives?

Karl jolted upwards, nearly falling over.

"What?! Why didn’t you say sooner?" he yelled.

Whatever it was, it was enough for Karl to regain at least a little bit of control. The man held his hand, helping him walk out of the booth.

I suddenly stood up, "Where are you going?"

My curiosity got the better of me. Something told me that this problem was related to the ’big job’ that Karl did for my father-- the reason why I was sold off as some kind of product in return.

Karl looked over at me with a drunken lust, "Don’t worry. I’ll come back for you later. Wait here for me."

I could barely understand what he was saying, but I felt disgusted either way. The man did his best to quickly pull Karl out of the booth, supporting him as he walked.

As they disappeared from view, Christian walked over to my side with a curious gaze.

"Did you hear what they talked about?"

"All I heard was something about sedatives wearing off..." I said, confused at the words myself.

Christian froze, "Sedatives?" He turned his head to look out into the hallway.

"Excuse me for a moment, Leslie. I’ll be right back," he said, running out of the room.

I stood awkwardly in the booth, alone. The moisture from our quickie was slowly running down my leg, as my panties were in Christian’s pocket.

Well, what do I do now?