The Virtue Auction, Ch. 2

I wanted so much to just ravage Sophia right then and there on that couch, but I held myself back. I had to be patient, and stick to my method. I made that mistake the first time I'd brought home a straight girl from the auction. I thought that just because she was legally required to obey me meant that I could do anything regardless of her consent. Well, I mean, technically that was true, and I knew some people got off on having that kind of power, but in that moment it felt too much like legalized rape, and I just wasn't into that. That evening ended after only two hours because I'd started to feel bad about what I was doing. After that I vowed to do things differently. I needed to gain Sophia's trust, make her feel comfortable around me, and give her the illusion that she has some control over what I do with her, like her consent matters even though it really doesn't. That way she'd be more likely to do things she wouldn't normally do, go beyond her comfort zone and feel like it was her choice despite me pulling all the strings, leading her to make those choices. Before long, she would be feeling the need to be a good girl for me no matter what I asked of her.

"But the exploration can wait a bit longer," I said abruptly, standing up and walking over to the giant window to gaze out at the twinkling night lights of the city while sipping my wine. "Now I know your profile said straight, but tell me, have you ever considered experimenting with women? Have you ever looked at a woman, before today, and thought 'hmm, she's gorgeous, I want to kiss her,' or 'I'd like to see her naked?'"

I turned to look at Sophia who was still sitting on the couch with her legs tucked up beneath her.

"Um, no?" Sophia looked to be thinking hard on my question. "I mean, I think women are pretty. You're very beautiful. But I've never really felt an urge to kiss another girl or see them naked."

"Have you ever been aroused by another woman?" I pried a bit further, trying to see just how straight she was. "I'm sure you've seen plenty of other girls in various states of undress in the locker room at school. Did any of them make you feel all warm and tingly inside? Make you feel a little wet between the legs?"

"Uh, not really, no," she answered, seeming a bit more nervous at my line of questioning.

"What about porn? Have you ever watched lesbian porn?" I asked.

"Yeah, a little, b-but just because I was curious!" Sophia said abashedly.

"Really? Did you like what you watched?" A smirk crept onto my face.

"I guess, yeah, it was kinda hot, not gonna lie," she mumbled softly as if she was ashamed to admit it, but then she went into a word vomit to try to explain herself. "But like the women were really beautiful and stuff, and I was already horny from watching some other porn, so I don't know if that's why I was turned on by it or if I was really into watching them eat each other out. I don't know, Miss Rose, I want to say I'm totally straight because I like guys, and they really turn me on, but now you're starting to make me question myself like maybe I'm bi because I liked watching two girls have sex."

"Oh my little kitten, stay calm," I said warmly. "It's ok to be curious, and it's ok if you liked what you saw. Does that make you bi? Not necessarily. Straight women can enjoy lesbian porn too. There's nothing wrong with that. Even if you enjoy everything we do together, it doesn't mean you're bi either. What would make you bi is if you looked at me and thought 'I want to have sex with you right now.' Is that what you feel? Answer honestly, it won't hurt my feelings."

I stepped away from the window and set my glass of wine down on an end table. I reached up behind my head and removed the clip holding my bun in place, letting my rich, wavy, copper red hair flow down to my shoulder blades. I unbuttoned my suit coat and slipped it off my shoulders, revealing the shiny white silk blouse I wore beneath. Then I undid the top three buttons of my blouse so Sophia could get a peek of my cleavage. My tits weren't huge, but I filled out a C-cup quite nicely, so it gave me an ample amount of cleavage when I wanted to show it.

Sophia thought long and hard, as if she didn't want to disappoint me with her answer even though I told her to be honest and I was already mostly certain I knew what her answer would be. Finally she said, "No, I'm sorry, you're really beaut--"

"Shhh," I leaned down and pressed a finger to her lips. "That's ok kitten. That's perfectly fine. But that's enough of that. Would you like to come see the rest of my house?"

Sophia nodded and I took her hand, helping her get up off the couch. I led her around my penthouse, showing her all the important rooms and my favorite pieces of art that I'd collected over the years. I had everything anyone could possibly need here, and individual rooms for everything you could think of. Aside from the gym, theater, and rooftop pool, I also had a game room with ping pong and a billiards table, a home office so I could work remotely, a small conference room where I could hold phone and Zoom meetings, I had a lounge with a wet bar where I could entertain guests, an art studio, a music studio, a library, and six fully furnished bedroom suites each with their own bathrooms and kitchenettes. I took Sophia on a tour through all three floors of the penthouse ending up on the roof. Sophia gaped in awe the entire time. The furnishings in each room were probably worth more than the house she grew up in, so her reaction was understandable.

"You have such a beautiful home," Sophia said as we stepped out into the crisp night air on the roof.

"Why thank you," I replied, leading her to the railing on the edge. "To be honest though, the estate where I spend most of my time isn't quite this fancy. That's more for comfort. But this place I mostly use just to show off."

Sophia giggled as she stepped up to the rail and looked down at the bustling streets 90 stories below. The wind whipped up the side of the building, blowing her long black hair up in her face.

"Well consider me impressed," she said with a smile. "I never thought I'd ever get to see a place like this. It's amazing!"

"It is beautiful, isn't it?" I mused, looking out at the view. I stepped up behind Sophia and gently wrapped my arms around her waist, bringing her in close to feel her warmth against my body and nuzzling my cheek against her silky hair. "But not as beautiful as you."

"Miss Rose..." Sophia whimpered softly.

She put her hands on mine as we both went silent, enjoying the tender, romantic moment on the rooftop. Our bodies keeping each other warm in the cool night air.

"You know, on any other night I'd ask if you wanted to go for a swim, but it's a bit too chilly for that. Perhaps tomorrow when it's a bit warmer we can do that," I suggested.

"But I don't have a suit," she replied.

"I'm sure I could find something in my closet in your size, but who needs a swimsuit when nobody can see us all the way up here?"

I heard Sophia gasp softly as she realized what I was saying. Skinny dipping together in the pool up here would be quite the intimate and romantic experience.

"Speaking of getting naked, I think it's about time we get you out of this dress," I said softly, sliding one hand up and playfully slipping a strap off of her shoulder. I whispered into her ear, "What do you say we go back inside and finish up this tour in my bedroom?"

I felt Sophia shiver in my arms as she nervously croaked, "Okay..."

I took her hand and led her back inside, down the stairs to the third floor. The door to my bedroom wasn't far from the stairs so I could have quick and easy access to the pool. I opened the door, but instead of walking into a bedroom, we entered what looked more like a walk-in closet with another closed door opposite the one we came in through. This closet acted as a sort of airlock which served a specific purpose, which Sophia would soon find out. A racks of hung clothes and some cubbies lined the other walls of the closet.

"I think it's also time I explained the rest of those rules I mentioned to you before," I said, closing the door behind me and flipping the light switch. "I don't have many, but it's very important that you follow them."

Sophia stood, looking nervous with the one strap of her dress still hanging down off her shoulder. I took a good long look at her, taking in her innocent beauty before continuing.

"The first is that I do not allow clothing in my bedroom, which is why I saved this room for last," I explained. "You will be naked at all times beyond that door. Any time you need to come into my bedroom, you must disrobe in here first. You already know my rule about names, but as a reminder you will only refer to me as Miss Rose from here on out. You may not touch yourself unless I explicitly tell you to do so. You may touch me as much as you'd like, in fact, I encourage you to touch me. However, your body, and more specifically your pussy belongs to me now, and only I have the privilege of enjoying it whenever I want to. And lastly, but most importantly, you may not cum unless I give you permission to do so. I don't care how close you are to orgasm, you will ask for my permission before you cum, but you may not always receive it, so be careful how close you let yourself get before you ask. Failure to follow these rules will result in a punishment of my choosing, but rest assured I will not break the terms of our contract with any punishment, meaning I will not hurt you maliciously. Do you understand my rules?"

Sophia's porcelain cheeks went even more pale as she began to realize what was about to happen. She was about to give up a significant amount of her bodily autonomy to my control, and she had no idea what exactly that might entail. She could, of course, say no still, but it wouldn't matter as I still had the means to take what I wanted anyways, but letting her know my expectations in this way gave her the illusion of choice once again so she'd be more likely to be a willing participant.

After a long hesitation as she processed everything, Sophia nodded, "Yes, Miss Rose."

"Good girl," I said with a smile.

But instead of undressing myself, I looked expectantly at her, waiting patiently for her to catch the hint that I wanted her to undress first. After an awkward moment, she caught on and reached behind back to unzip her beautiful sapphire dress. She silently slipped the other strap off her shoulder and let the dress fall to the floor in a heap, revealing a strapless black bra with matching panties. I watched in amusement as her white cheeks turned pink. Again she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. It too fell to the floor. She almost instinctively reached up to cover her small, perky breasts.

"Mm-mm," I hummed a warning, shaking my head and her hands fell to her sides.

Finally she hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her panties and slid them down her slender thighs until they joined the pile of clothes at her feet. When she straightened back up, her extraordinarily long hair fell in front of her shoulders to conceal her bosom and as my gaze drifted downward I could see that she must have recently shaved her mound for this occasion.

"You are breathtaking, do you know that?" I said in amazement at the natural beauty of her young, fit body.

"Thank you, Miss Rose," Sophia mumbled, averting her eyes to the floor.

I took a step towards her and reached out to touch her waist. Her skin was soft and smooth and I could feel goosebumps rise as I slid my hand up to cup one of her breasts. With my other hand I brushed her hair back behind her shoulders. I ran my thumb over her pale, pink nipple and watched it respond to my touch. My hand left her firm breast and wandered down to her sex. I slid my middle finger between her smooth lips and she gasped. I leaned my head down and gave her a gentle kiss before taking a step back. I bent down to pick up her clothes, which she stepped out of, threw the bra and panties in a hamper to be washed, and hung the dress up neatly on the rack.

"Now, undress me too," I ordered to see how willing she was to follow simple commands.

Without pause, Sophia stepped towards me and began unbuttoning my blouse. She gently pulled it off my arms and tossed it into the hamper. Next she unzipped the side of my pencil skirt and slid it down my legs. I stepped out of it and it too went into the hamper. Sophia then reached around to unclasp my bra. My bust was a bit more full than hers, but not quite as perky. Oh what I would've given to have 18 year old tits again. I noticed Sophia gulp and her eyes widen as she saw them up close. This was quite possibly the closest she'd ever been to another woman's naked breasts. Finally she slipped my panties down to reveal the well groomed patch of red hair I kept between my legs.

As we both stood naked together, I couldn't help but notice Sophia wouldn't look directly at me. She was obviously extremely nervous, possibly to the point of being almost scared.

"Look at me, Sophia," I said calmly. "Touch me if you want. Go ahead and get it out of your system."

Sophia looked up and made eye contact with me, then her eyes drifted down to my chest, and down to my sex. She timidly reached out with both hands and cupped my full breasts, bouncing them slightly. She giggled awkwardly, and it made me laugh in return.

"That's it, it's not so scary now, is it?" I asked warmly.

Sophia shook her head and pulled her hands back. She hesitated a moment and then reached out again to touch my pussy. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply as I felt her slender fingers explore my folds. When she pulled her hand away again I opened my eyes and asked, "Are you ready?"

Sophia nodded and I stepped towards the inner door. I turned the closet light off and opened the door to the dark bedroom.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dimness inside my bedroom. The moon and the city beyond were the only sources of light shining through the windows. Just like my living room, the entire outward facing wall was a large, panoramic floor to ceiling window, but not quite as grand. The motorized blinds that would normally cover it in the morning hours to block the sunlight were drawn all the way open. The view was just as good as it was from the living room or the rooftop. I noticed Sophia stop in her tracks for a moment as she saw the open window.

"Don't worry, kitten, the window is mirrored on the outside," I assured her. "And besides, we are so high up that nobody would be able to see us in here anyways."

My penthouse was taller than any other building for several blocks. If anyone wanted to spy on us from another building they would need a telescope from half mile away, and even then the reflective windows would prove quite difficult to see through. I liked the it though, as it gave a sort of risky feel to bedroom activities without the actual risk of being caught by someone watching.

My room was quite spacious as well, so much that it made the king size bed on the back wall look like a child's bed. There were several other furnishings filling the open space. A couch, chaise, and recliner gave me plenty of options for relaxing and reading a book from my library down the hall. The dressers and end tables of my mahogany bedroom set looked nearly black in the dim light. My bed had a large, ornately carved headboard to match the bedroom set and four talk, decorative bedposts. There were also some other, more adult oriented pieces of furniture in my room, but I kept those off to one side where it was a bit darker. Those were part of the reason I kept the lights off when bringing someone new into my room. I didn't want my St. Andrew's Cross to be the first thing Sophia saw when she walked in. It might scare her and make her wonder if I'd brought her to some sex dungeon or something. Granted, there would be a lot of sex in my bedroom, and I enjoyed dabbling in some rope play, and bondage, but I wasn't sadistic by any means.

One thing Sophia would be able to see clearly though was the wall of shelves not far from my bed containing a large variety of sex toys. I enjoyed keeping them all on display instead of in a chest or drawer. It was easier to keep them organized so I could find the one I wanted without searching, and it was amusing to see the reactions when my guests first saw how many I had.

"We don't need to use them all, unless you really want to," I said suggestively when I saw Sophia's eyes widen.

I walked over to my bed, my feet barely making a sound on the soft, plush carpet. I sat down on the edge and beckoned Sophia over to me with one finger. When she awkwardly shuffled over to me, I pat my thigh with my hand, wordlessly telling her to sit on my lap. She complied, and sat sideways across my lap with her hands folded in her own lap, and looking down at the floor. I touched the small of her back with one hand, and with the other I caressed her thigh. Her skin was silky smooth, freshly shaven, and the muscles of her legs were toned and firm.

"Are you nervous?" I asked sweetly, running my hand up her back and rubbing gently between her shoulders.

Sophia nodded, still averting her eyes from my gaze.

"Why? Is it because you don't know what to do with another woman?

She nodded again.

"I think you know more than you realize," I said, trying to calm her. "You see, with a woman, you think about what feels good to you, and then you just do that with the other woman. But with a man, they've got different parts that you don't have, so you don't know if what you're doing will feel good to them. I mean, chances are it probably will, because it doesn't take much to make a man blow his load, but that's besides the point."

Sophia laughed. Her smile was so innocent and contagious, I couldn't help but smile warmly back at her. As she sat on my lap, and my hands explored the lean muscles of her back and legs, I could feel the warmth and wetness building between my legs. As I caressed her thighs, my hand crept closer to her sex and I could feel a slight warmth radiating from her too.

Feeling she was getting a little more comfortable with the situation, I moved my hand from her thighs to her stomach and then up to her firm, perky breasts. I took one in my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, then leaned in and kissed her other breast. I planted a few more delicate kisses in a circle around her nipple, then one directly in it before taking her nipple into my mouth. I heard Sophia gasp faintly as I swirled my tongue around the little nub, feeling it harden in my mouth. I sucked gently on it, feeling her chest rise as she began to breathe more deeply.

My hand let go of her breast and meandered downward. Her thighs were clamped together as she sat on my lap, so I wriggled my fingers between them and she opened her legs slightly. I slid my fingers down, feeling her smooth lips to see if I was a rousing her yet, and sure enough I could feel a dampness as my middle finger parted her folds. I pulled my head back from her breast and released her nipple with a popping sound.

"Does that feel good?" I asked, already knowing the answer when I looked up to see her eyes closed and her head up.

"Mm-hm," Sophia hummed.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

"Mm-hm," She hummed again.

I pulled my hand out from between her legs.

"Do you want me to keep going?" I asked again, my tone a bit stern to imply her answer wasn't quite what I wanted to hear.

"Umm, yes please, Miss Rose," Sophia said, tensing up a bit.

Now that she'd gotten comfortable I had to remind her that I still had all the control. Good behavior would be rewarded with pleasure, but I held the power to deny her that pleasure if she didn't say what I wanted to hear or act the way I wanted her to act. And now that I'd given her just a small taste, she'd want more and would be more willing to submit to my control to get it.

"As you wish," I said, smiling devilishly as my hand returned to her mound.

My fingers quickly found her clit and I began to rub slow circles. I pinched the little bean between the tips of my middle and ring ringers and applied a gentle pressure as I swirled it around. Sophia's eyes closed again and she gasped, a little louder than before. As she gasped, I latched onto her nipple again and was rewarded with a soft whimpering moan. Her breaths quickened as I massaged her clit and sucked on her nipple. I could feel her getting wetter as I worked my fingers in circles. Every few breaths she would let out an adorable little moan and it wasn't long before I was soaked as well, feeling a damp spot form on the sheets where I sat. Sophia's fit and petite body was just so intoxicating that I had to stop myself from getting aggressive to quickly.

But even still, I twisted her around suddenly, laying her on her back on the bed. She yelped in surprise as she bounced on the mattress and I climbed over her. I leaned down and attacked her neck, leaving wet, sloppy kisses down to her collarbone. My trail of kisses traced a path down her chest, between the small mounds of her breasts and over her flat, sexy belly. But when I reached her womanhood, I had to stop myself. I paused, and pulled away, kneeling on the floor between her legs which were dangling off the edge of the bed. My hands held onto the insides of her legs, holding them apart, giving me a perfect view of her pristine, virgin pussy. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

'Get a hold of yourself, Rose,' I said to myself. I almost lost control to my libido. I wanted to taste Sophia so badly, but I had to remember the contract. Oral sex with a subsequent orgasm would complete the contract and Sophia would no longer be mine. It was too soon to be over already. I needed to be patient. Good things come to those who wait.

"Would you like to try a toy?" I asked, letting go of Sophia's thighs and sitting back on my heels. "Maybe a vibrator? Have you ever used a vibrator?"

Sophia propped herself up on her elbows to look at me, biting her lower lip. She was clearly starting to get into it now.

"I, um, no, I don't have any toys," she replied. "I was too afraid to get any in case my parents ever found them and thought I was having sex, which they didn't approve of."

"Wait, so what did they think about you signing up for the Virtue Auction?" I asked, looking confused and trying to piece things together.

"They don't know about it," Sophia said, sitting up and looking ashamed. "I never told them. They think I'm out with my friends tonight. Told them I was probably gonna crash at their place. That's why I was surprised when you said this would last all weekend. I don't know what I'm going to tell them when I don't come home tomorrow."

"You naughty little girl!" I exclaimed with a smile. "Don't worry though, we'll figure out something to tell them in the morning. But I'm proud of you for having the courage to do this. Anyways, how about that toy?"

Sophia smiled and nodded.

"Go ahead and pick one," I said. "Vibrators are on the middle shelf. You've masturbated before though, right?"

"Yeah, but not often," she answered, standing up and walking over to my toy shelves against the wall.

"And have you given yourself orgasms before?" I asked. "It's ok if you haven't yet. It's not always intuitive, and some women don't learn how for many years. Everyone's body reacts differently to sexual stimulation."

"Yeah, I have a few times, I think," Sophia said, browsing my selection of vibrators, turning them on and off to feel the intensity.

Finally she picked one and came back to the bed. I stood up and looked at the one she'd chosen. It was one of my smaller wands, only a little bigger than my hand with a small head about the size of a golf ball. It probably looked less intimidating that my full size wands, and it was not as strong. A perfect starter toy.

"Good choice!" I said excitedly, taking the wand from her. "But if you're not sure you've had an orgasm before, I will guarantee that you will know what they feel like after tonight."