Golden Angel 4 - The Auction

An eBook By Claire Thompson.

Joshua Black poured another ounce of very expensive brandy into the crystal snifter and held it out to Joanna St. Laurent, his best client, though not his favorite person. She accepted the glass and tilted her head, looking down her nose at the younger man.

"Joshua, I want to buy a girl for my son."

"Your son!" Joshua took a moment to digest this. Joanna St. Laurent had been a major player in making Joshua and his partner very rich, always willing to pay top dollar for his slave girls. She often sampled the 'goods' - giving free rein to her sadistic whims at the expense of the poor slave girls. She could make even Joshua, no stranger to sadism, cringe with her casual cruelty.

He knew little about her private life. Until this moment he hadn't known she had a son, much less that she was contemplating such an unusual purchase. Surely she knew better than to mix their extremely illegal business with her family life!

He watched her now, waiting for an explanation. She sipped her brandy and swirled it in its bowl. Though he imagined she was probably at least sixty, perhaps older, she remained a beautiful woman, the skin still fine and smooth over the high cheekbones of an elegantly sculpted face. She wore her silver hair cut short. It accentuated the very feminine features of her delicate face, from her large green eyes to the little pointed chin, which showed only a hint of softening with the passage of time.

She looked up at him with those disarmingly beautiful eyes. "That's right. He's thirty-one years old and he's never settled down. He can't seem to find the right girl, though god knows they're willing enough to throw themselves at him." Joshua imagined, if he looked anything like his mother, and was privy to her vast wealth, it wasn't surprising girls threw themselves at him.

Joanna crossed her long shapely legs, covered by cream-colored linen pants that seemed to pour over them. She leaned forward, smiling, as if seeing the image of her son in her mind's eye. "I know what he likes - we're very close. Anthony is my only child. He's a sort of old-fashioned man. He wants a woman who's submissive to his desires - who knows her place at his side or on her knees, depending upon his mood. I don't think they make that kind of girl anymore, at least not in this country!" She laughed as Joshua thought she herself was the polar opposite of such a girl.

"I know it sounds a bit crazy," she said, her voice almost apologetic, "but I thought if I presented him with a girl who fit the bill he might be seduced into marriage and providing an heir. I want someone docile and well-trained in the arts of submission and pleasing a man - in a word, one of your girls, Joshua."

He waited for her to throw back her head and laugh - to say wasn't that a funny joke, buying a slave for her son! She leaned back, draping her arm over the couch as she took another healthy sip of the fine brandy, watching him over the rim of the glass. As the seconds ticked by he finally realized she was serious.

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