"Hi Bro, wassup?" Josh calls me one afternoon. I was working on my computer and was slightly annoyed by his call. I own a security company, one of the best in the world. I have more money than I can fathom what to do with. I live alone in a house that is way too big for me ever since Tanya my ex girlfriend cheated on me two years ago.
"I was working. What do you want?" I ask irritated. He sighs.
"Mom is really worried about you. Everyone wanted to ask you if you will be going to the lil' girls auction this Sunday." He tells me.
I frown. What is the matter with them ?!
"Josh .. you don't have .." I am cut off by Alisha who probably snatches the phone away from Josh.
"You are being a douchebag. You have been one since that pathetic excuse of a human being you called your girlfriend cheated on you! Stop being like that! You are a daddy dom and you need a little! Stop torturing yourself and us! You either go to the auction yourself on sunday or honest to God I'll go and get you a little! Enough is enough!" She scolded me and banged the phone.
I really some times wonder how can someone so little be so annoying?
I sigh. She is right. My family doesn't have to suffer for whatever Tanya did to me. I might just go to the auction. Save a little girl from this brutal world. Find the love of my life.
I am the only Dom in my family. But I am thankful to God that my family loves me and accepts me for who I am.
Elvis' Pov
I go to the auction. I am nervous. I got Tanya from here only. I think of it like a good deed, like trying to save and love someone. There are other doms out there who don't consider girls as humans, they are playthings to them. I have seen and heard enough to know.
The bell rings indicating the commencement of the auction. The first girl comes up. Nope. Too flashy.
Second one. Nope. Not a little at all.
Third one. My heart skips a beat. She is perfect. I bid the highest. As soon as she was mine I ran backstage where all the littles were to await their daddies to come and pick them up.
I see her sitting in the corner in a chair with a stuffie in her hands.
I go and kneel down infront of her.
"Hi lil' one" I tell her.
"Hi" she smiles shyly.
"I am Elvis Cross, Daddy for you." I tell her.
"I am Bea, Beatrice Swift."
"That's a beautiful name Bea." I smile.
"Wanna go home?" I ask her. She nods. She is real shy.
I extend my hand and she takes it. We walk hand in hand to my car.
My driver is driving the car so we are both in the back seat. I am just observing Bea, sitting by the window looking outside in awe. I reckon she wasn't allowed outside much. Her white frill frock was dirty and old like the stuffie she was carrying. She had nothing else. Its okay. I have everything she is gonna need already. She looks fragile. She obviously did not get enough food. But she wasn't abused too. She is a novice. I can feel it.
She looks at me staring at her and looks back all embarrassed. I try not to smile.
Before anything else, we have a lot of talking to do so that we are on the same page before we can even begin this.
Yes, this is how I am. I am all in. There is no going back when I do something.