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.

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.