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  Copyright© 2013 Jenika Snow

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-352-1

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Marie Medina

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  It's only frightening if you allow it to be.

  THE FIRST TIME

  The Virgin Auctions, 1

  Jenika Snow

  Copyright © 2013

  Preface

  The year is 2135, and young women are bid upon at the Virgin Auctions, a city-wide event that allows wealthy men to purchase young brides for an exuberant price. These females are prepped from a tender age to be the docile and submissive wives that will please their future husbands. Once they are bought, they are at the mercy of their owners.

  Chapter One

  Tonight Veronica Dubois would be rid of her virginity. For the past three months, as she was primped, tweaked, tucked and pulled at, that was the only thing she could think about. Since she was old enough to understand what would happen to her on her twentieth birthday, she was prepared to be the perfect wife for her future husband.

  Tonight was the night when she would be displayed for a room full of wealthy men. The robe the attendants were tying around her hips would be slowly undone and she would be on display. There would be nothing on her body that the prospective buyers wouldn’t be able to see. There would be absolutely no touching, and she was glad for that. She might have been trained to be the good little submissive, but she didn’t know if she could stand and allow strange men to fondle her while she was forced to take it.

  “You are quite the beauty, Miss.” The attendant who was as old as her mother ran the brush once more through her brown hair. She set the brush aside and went to the tedious task of twisting and wrapping her hair in a dainty chignon that would showcase her neck and facial features. The attendant left tiny wisps of hair framing her face, which only seemed to enhance her innocence.

  The fact she would no longer be a virgin frightened her, but not as much as whom her future husband might be. She tried to focus on the positive aspects of this chosen lifestyle, one she had no say in but was expected to follow. The whispered sighs and squeals of the females in the auction rattled on around her. Was she the only one that was scared of what was to come? She just prayed she was lucky enough to have a kind and gentle man bid on her.

  “I think you are all ready, Miss. I can tell you will catch a fine penny this evening.”

  The sound of Veronica’s heart slamming in her chest seemed deafening in the small room. Would the bids be high for her this evening? She prayed they would be because her family was counting on that money. That was why they spent so much of their own time and money throughout the years making her the perfect female for tonight. If she married into the aristocracy, her family would be looked upon as such as well. She looked at all the other females that stood the same as her. Their hair was piled on their heads, showing their delicate features, and they all wore the same silk white robe. They would walk out in a single file line and face a crowd that they couldn’t see. One at a time they would step forward and their robes would be removed, their bodies put on display. The auction was silent, to Veronica’s disappointment, and they would not be able to hear the bidder’s voices. She would not be able to gauge their age or their personality.

  She sent another prayer up that everything would work out and she wouldn’t be stuck with an unattractive man or one far older than her. There were horror stories of husbands four times their bride’s age.

  “Remember, ladies, this is the night you were born for. This night will shape the rest of your lives. Remember that.” The director of her city’s virgin auction stood before them, her bun severe at the nap of her neck, and her glasses thin atop her beaklike nose. She didn’t need to remind them about the importance of tonight. Veronica’s mother, Kathleen, had drilled in her head that if she failed tonight she would not only be a disappointment to the family, but she also would not be welcome. If she didn’t bring a high enough bid then her family would be disgraced and Veronica would forever be shunned by her community. It was a harsh punishment for something she couldn’t control, but she needed to make sure she made her family proud.

  The girls started lining up single file, and Veronica was sandwiched between a blonde and a redhead. The line began moving forward, and Veronica’s heart started pounding fast, her blood rushing through her body. She had never been as nervous as she was at this moment. The sound of low male voices penetrated her anxiety-riddled body as everyone stepped onto the large platform. The wood beneath her bare feet was smooth and polished to perfection. She kept her head lowered, because that was what a good submissive did. As soon as the male prospects realized they were on the block everyone became quiet. Could they hear her heart pounding against her ribs? She could hear it in her ears and feel it in her throat.

  They stood there, waiting until the announcer informed the first female to step forward. The urge to look up, to see what was before her was strong, but she refrained because unless specifically directed a virgin was always obedient. Girl after girl was called forward, and Veronica felt a bead of sweat slip between her breasts.

  “Veronica Dubois.” This was it. She stepped forward at the announcement of her name, her head lowered, her hands clasped in front of her. “Twenty years of age, five foot three, one hundred and five pounds.” An attendant stepped next to her and untied the robe. The material dropped to her feet and the chilled air brushed over her bared flesh. “This virgin has been waxed and prepped for the winning bidder’s pleasure.” The attendant moved behind her and cupped both of her breasts, showcasing them for all to see. “Cup size thirty-six C, she might have a small frame but what she lacks in thickness she makes up for in an ample bosom and a tight cunt.”

  Veronica had seen and heard enough about the auctions to know there were hundreds of eyes upon her right now, scrutinizing her body. Her face heated, but she kept it lowered. No one aside from the female attendants had ever seen her naked. The urge to cover up was strong, but she kept her arms by her sides.

  Every inch of her was announced to the bidders, and she was instructed to raise her head. Bright lights blinded her and she tried to keep from squinting. When he was finished she could hear the shuffling of papers in the audience as the bids were being placed. Her heart slammed against her chest, and she felt perspiration dot her body. Could they see that imperfection on her? Would that affect her price? There were females that refused to be in the auction, ones that demanded they be able to choose the man they married. If their families were adamant they were forced to participate, and the girls that were unruly disappeared. Rumors that those girls were shipped to a covenant, trained to understand what their role in life was, and taught that as a female of a high ranking family they were indebted to do their duty. Those rumors were what brought fear into Veronica. She loved her family and knew they loved her even if being auctioned off was what she never had planned for herself.

  Finding someone to love, choosing that man herself was more of a fairytale than what her real life was. She just prayed she had an attractive man as a husband. She knew he would most likely be older, for it was rare for a younger man to have the income to waste on a virgin bride. She also hoped he was
kind and gentle. There had been horror stories of men so cruel, so demanding in their sexual appetites that the wives were damaged physically and mentally.

  After what seemed like forever the attendant helped her with her robe and escorted her back to her rightful place in line. The rest of the girls were called upon, their attributes on display, and when it was all said and done they were led down the block to their future husbands. This was it; this was the moment in life that Veronica had been trained for. She would meet the man she would spend the rest of her life with and the one that would take her virginity tonight. It scared the shit out of her.

  Chapter Two

  “Veronica Dubois.” She stepped forward, her head held in the submissive pose as she awaited her cue to lay her eyes on her husband. “May I introduce Master Kristoff St. Michaels for the St. Michaels Manor.” She lifted her head, but what she saw was a very broad, very muscular chest hidden beneath a snug white dress shirt. Craning her head even farther back, her breath stalled as she took in the imposing and intimidating man before her. He was quite possibly the biggest man she had ever seen, at least a foot taller than her.

  He was older than her, possibly twenty years if she were to guess, but his skin was tanned and smooth, his blond hair styled as was in for the times, and his green eyes were striking but also held something far darker, something she wasn’t sure if she wanted to unlock. Their gazes held for so long she dropped her head from the awkwardness of it. The feel of his fingers under her chin, lifting her head up so she was forced to look at him, sent tingles of awareness through her. This was the first time a man aside from her father had laid a hand on her. Of course where her father’s touch had been loving affection, Master Kristoff’s touch was filled with so much heat she felt it at her very core. The way he watched her with his intense green eyes made her very aware of what they would do tonight. She didn’t know anything about him, but very soon she would know everything there was to know about the man before her.

  When he let go of her chin she didn’t drop her head again, because him forcing her to look at him had been a silent demand. Did he not like the submissive and docile woman she was trained to be? It was all she knew, all she had ever been taught. He handed the auctioneer a thick envelope, and she wondered exactly how much she had been worth to him.

  He took her hand and led her through the throng of men that made up the bottom level of the auction house. There were so many men, far more the age of her grandfather than the few younger ones that were seated in plush red velvet seats. Of course there were more men than there were virgin women being auctioned. Veronica’s group had been the first to go on the block, and there were still two more sets of twenty girls to be auctioned off. Only half the men in attendance would take home a wife today.

  Many of the men turned their attention her way, and although many of them stared at her, their eyes traveling down her robe-hidden body, the majority of them were staring at Master Kristoff. Her husband led her out of the building to a waiting limousine. A chauffer dressed in livery opened the door for them and Master Kristoff ushered her inside. When he was seated beside her and the car pulled away from the curb, Veronica was struck with intense emotion. The money she earned tonight would go to her family. She would never be able to see them again, not unless her husband allowed her to. This was her life, one in which she was to always please her husband and obey his every wish. Tightness started growing in her chest at the very idea that the life she had known would never be anymore. She may have been watched constantly, always being prepared for this life, but she had been given a small amount of freedom. She had wandered her mother’s garden, smelled the red roses that climbed the trellis, had even watched the hummingbirds drink nectar on the deck. Would her husband allow her such freedom, or would he expect to be ready for his sexual appetites day and night?

  She looked over at him through the tiny wisps of hair that fell across her eyes. She was shocked to see him watching her, the intensity in his gaze sending a chill up her spine. He was so large that his body barely fit in the small confines of the car. His long legs, stretched out in front of him and slightly spread, showed just how muscular he was. His suit jacket was draped over the seat across from them and she just now noticed his sleeves were rolled up his forearms. He appeared relaxed and in control. Was he always like this, or was he putting on a façade to put her at ease until they were behind closed doors?

  All of her training came to her, and she licked her lips. She didn’t miss how his eyes dropped to watch the act. “I hope I do not disappoint you, Master Kristoff.” She averted her eyes and watched the passing scenery out the window.

  “Look at me, Veronica.” His voice possessed a rough timbre that had her nipples tightening beneath the robe. When she looked back at him he was running his hand through his hair, disheveling the once immaculately styled locks. “Our servants call me Master Kristoff. You are my wife and will not. I am just Kristoff to you, alright?”

  His tone had softened, and she felt warmth bloom inside of her. The fact that he wanted her to use his given name spoke a lot about the type of person he was. Even her mother, who had been a virgin at the auctions when she was twenty, called her father Master Eric. A lot of the men that bought a wife liked to be called such titles. They either derived pleasure from it or they liked the power that came with it. Either way she was married to a man that was already giving her freedom that most females in her situation didn’t have.

  “Okay. I’d like that.” The small smile that graced his face made him seem a little less scary. He lifted a hand and Veronica held her breath as he ran his fingers through the tendrils of hair that had escaped her chignon. Those same fingers brushed her cheek and she couldn’t help how her heart raced from such a small, seemingly innocent touch.

  “You were by the far the most beautiful woman at the auction.” His voice almost had a faraway quality to it as his eyes roamed over her face. “Come here, Veronica.” The way he said her name made her think of sex. It was pitched low and rolled off his tongue, like he was savoring each letter. Adrenalin raced through her veins as she moved closer to him, so close that she could smell his cologne. It was a rich and heady combination that had her most intimate parts tingling. She had never been aroused, never been around anything that would have put her in such a state, but as she sat next to Kristoff she knew what she was feeling now was most certainly that: raw, intense arousal.

  His hands on her shoulders turned her so her body was facing his. He was so much larger than her that she felt wholly feminine. She couldn’t help but compare his strong masculine body to her soft womanly figure. What would he look like without that suit on? Did he have just as many muscles as she thought he did? She could certainly see the defined groups of them every time he moved. There was no doubt in her mind that he was going to kiss her. His eyes kept dipping down to her mouth, lingering there longer and longer until slowly he started to lower his head. When his mouth was mere centimeters from hers, everything inside of her stilled. His warm breath, smelling slightly sweet, brushed along her lips and had her aching for him to kiss her.

  “Veronica,” he said her name again, so soft and sensual that her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned forward that last bit of space that separated them and sealed her mouth with his. At the first touch he groaned and cupped her cheek. She had assumed he would be forceful, taking what he wanted because she was essentially his property, but the gentleness inside of him made her want him desperately. Never had she felt such intensity inside of her, such a longing to be with a man she had never met before, a man that had bought her and was now her husband.

  His hands made their way to her waist and gripped her through the robe tightly. In the next instant he had her lifted and straddling his waist. She was nude under the robe and when her legs spread over his thighs and the material parted she felt the very hard, very big definition of his manhood against the tender folds of her pussy.

  “Can you feel how much I want you, Veronica?” he
said between kisses and licks to her throat. She couldn’t answer, couldn’t find the words to respond. All she could do was nod. The ache inside of her was all consuming, and wetness started to quickly pool between her thighs. Could he feel her heat? Feel the cream that he caused slipping from her body? The hands on her waist forced her down so she was sitting right on his fabric-covered erection. She shifted on top of him, felt him swell even further, and wanted to feel all of that raw power pushing into her. While being trained to be everything her husband would want, she was taught how to pleasure a man orally. She may not have any real-life experience in bringing ecstasy to a man, but she knew enough through her teachings to get started. She just hoped it was to Kristoff’s liking.

  Chapter Three

  His mouth moved slowly yet thoroughly against hers at the same time his big hands slid lower and gripped her bottom. He squeezed her flesh, bringing her as close to his body as he could. With the aid of his hands and her own desire to feel more of him, Veronica found herself growing bold and rubbing her bare pussy on him. His tongue snaked out and teased her bottom lip, and a little cry left her. He tasted so good, so addicting. The bundle of nerves at the top of her pussy swelled with her increased movements. It felt so good, so deliciously wanton to finally let all of her inhibitions go and enjoy herself.

  “That’s it, baby. Ride that sweet little cunt on me. Make yourself come. Use me.” His darkly erotic words had her gasping against his mouth and moving faster as she found a rhythm that would bring her closer and closer to something monumental. Whatever was building inside of her was going to consume her and she was helpless to stop it.