Page 35 of Bid For Me

I lay out the next set of details, feeling the tension in the air shift as Asher listens closely. He’s not interrupting – just absorbing everything I throw at him whilst casually sipping his drink. And when I’m done, he nods, slowly.

“I’ll need to run some numbers and think about it,” he says. “But I like what I’m hearing. You’ve put some thought into this, and it’s clear you’ve got more than just one idea. That’s a good sign.”

I exhale, realising I’ve done what I set out to do – keep his attention, show him I’m not just some trust-fund kid throwing around ideas with no substance. Asher Sullivan doesn’t do deals based on gut feelings. It’s all about the facts, the figures, and whether the plan is going to work in the long term.

“I’ll have something for you in a couple of days,” Asher adds, standing up. “But it looks like we’re on the same page. Keep me posted with any updates.”

I get to my feet too, my heart still racing, but I can feel the relief washing over me. This could actually work.

“Cheers,” I say, clapping him on the shoulder before he disappears back into the crowd.

I take a moment to let the club’s noise wash over me. It’s strange, how in a place so loud, I can still hear the faint echo of my father’s words from earlier. But with Asher’s interest now in this project, I feel like I’m finally moving forward.

I’m trying to focus, but the pulsing beat of the club’s music is nothing but background noise compared to what’s happening on the stage. My attention keeps getting drawn to the main floor, where the crowd is gathering. Vixen’s up there, taking control of the space, striding across the stage with an air of confidence that commands silence. The crowd, hungry for the spectacle, falls into place, all eyes on her and her partner for the demonstration tonight.

I try to ignore it, to pull my thoughts back to the conversation with Asher, but I can’t. Vixen raises her flogger, her fingers curling tightly around the handle. The sub kneels before her, and I don’t even notice at first, but there’s something about the posture that’s…different.

Then it hits me. The sub is a woman. I squint through the dim lighting, trying to get a better look, but I know it’s her the second Vixen lands the first strike.

“Oh, fucking hell,” I groan under my breath.

My body freezes as my pulse quickens. I know I should look away, but I can’t. It’s like something primal inside me is forcing me to watch. The rhythm of the flogger swishing through the air, the sound of it hitting soft flesh, it should disgust me – she’s giving herself over to someone else, toVixen. But instead, everything within me wars.

My blood boils with rage, yes, but it’s rushing straight to my dick, making me hard, my cock twitching with need. It’s a twisted mix of fury and desire, and I don’t know which one is stronger. I want to punish her. I want to grab her off that stage and make her pay for putting herself on display like this. But at the same time, I want to rip off her dress, take her in front of everyone, and fuck her senseless.

Mark her as mine, because that’s what she is.Mine.

Vixen strikes again, harder this time, and Elle moans. The sound of it sends a jolt straight through me and my dick responds, throbbing. She’s aroused, and I know it’s just my imagination, but I swear I can smell her, even from the back of the room.

She looks so beautiful, so vulnerable. The way she arches her back, the way her body trembles as she’s taken to the edge of pleasure, it’s enough to make my control slip, to make me want to break every rule that’s been set.Iwant to be the one that makes her moan, not someone else.

I can’t take my eyes off her. Every part of me wants to stop this – wants to grab her, throw her over my shoulder, and take her away to somewhere private, but something deeper inside me knows it’s not that simple.

My fists clench as I rise from my seat, ready to storm the stage. I need to end this. Now.

But before I can take a step, a hand lands on my shoulder. I turn around, glaring. It’s Wint. He doesn’t need to say a word– his grip is firm enough to stop me dead in my tracks. I scowl, eyes blazing, but he holds my gaze, calm as ever.

“Seb,” he says quietly, his voice barely above the noise of the crowd, “You know the rules.”

I growl, the rage bubbling over, but he’s right. Fuck, he’s right. Elle’s consent is what matters here. As much as I want to rip her away from this, she’s made her choice, and I have no right to take that away from her, not like this.

“She’s mine,” I hiss, the words leaving my mouth like a raw threat.

Wint gives a small shake of his head. “She’s a grown woman. You know she’s consenting to this.”

My blood is pumping in my ears, but I nod begrudgingly, the frustration gnawing at me. I know he’s right, and still, I feel the need to intervene, to claim her, to stop this twisted scene unfolding before me.

But all I can do is watch as Vixen continues to strike, each lash sending Elle higher into the cloud of sensation. Her body trembles, her breath coming in gasps, and when Vixen’s fingers brush against the bare skin of her sexy backless dress, I swear I can see Elle’s whole body shudder with need. The way her chest rises and falls, the flush of her skin, the moan that escapes her lips – it’s like I’m being consumed by her pleasure, even from where I stand.

The tension in me grows unbearable. Every time Vixen strikes, I feel it. Every breath Elle takes, every whimper she lets out, it twists my insides, driving me closer to the edge.

By the time the scene finally comes to an end, I’ve had enough.

I can’t stand it any longer. I can’t let her walk away from this, can’t let her think she can give herself to someone else like this and expect me to just stand by.

She needs to bepunished.

I storm up to the stage, the crowd parting around me as I push through, the weight of my anger heavy in the air. I reach Elle just as she’s trying to gather herself, her body still trembling from the aftermath of the scene.