I stuttered nervously. “I’m going… I didn’t know…. I need to find….Are you selling women up there?” I finally pushed through my nerves and asked the question I desperately needed the answer to.
He let out a deep laugh at my disdain. Confused by his reaction, I grew angry. I was more than angry, I was furious – why would Lacy bring me here andwheredid she go? And why the heck did those women look so happy to be sold off like farm animals at the swap meet auction on a Saturday?
Before I could get too lost in my thoughts, a name I didn’t notice earlier sounded around the room.
“Here we have Lacy Goodwin, a twenty six year-old kindergarten teacher. Her kinks include: praise and degradation, cum play, choking, and role play. She is a newbie to the auction and isveryeager to please a dom with complete obedience. She prefers male doms so no women will be permitted to bid this round. Who will be the lucky one to take this beauty upstairs? The bids will start at $10,000.” After that, a ton of paddles went up, and the bidding war commenced.
I swirled around and locked eyes with Lacy. She smirked and shrugged her shoulders from up on the stage. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Sold to Mr. O’Donald. Please come claim your prize.” The announcer sang into the microphone.
I stood there with my mouth wide open as I saw a man come from the crowd. She kneeled in front of him, he put a collar around her neck, and then helped her to her feet. He led her off the stage toward an exit, on the opposite side of the room. She walked with her head down and her hands behind her back. The man who just paid thousands of dollars for her, paraded her through a crowd of men and women eagerto purchase their own Submissive.
My emotions spiraled out of control at what I had just witnessed. Part of me was confused at what was displayed. I wanted to feel disgusted and appalled, to be purchased like property then collared and leashed like an animal, but there was another emotion mixed in there too, one I was conflicted about…
Curiosity?
“What’s the matter, Sweetheart?” Dallas pressed against my back, breathing into my neck as he spoke, sending tingles down my spine. I leaned into him momentarily before I quickly corrected myself. I tried to pull away from him with little effort, because for some crazy reason It felt good having him so close to me. I flinched when he reached up to touch my arm, flecked with goosebumps. His fingers were rough and masculine, yet tender.
“Don’t worry Delaney, I’m a man of consent, I wont do anything you don’tbegme to do.” A subtle, intimidating chuckle slipped from his lips.
“Presumptuous, aren’t we?” I retorted, matching his cocky tone.
“Mmm, or maybe just…perceptive.”
“Or maybe just an arrogant asshole.” I snapped pulling back from Dallas giving myself some space from his magnetic power he seemed to have on me.
He took one step to stand directly in front of me, his chest pressed against mine as he looked down. He used his fingers, tilting my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his.
“You sure are bratty, aren’t you?” he breathed the question as a statement. He tilted his head to the side, and a deep groan escaped him.
“What is it, Delaney? Why do you stir away from me like that?” he asked with genuine curiosity in his tone. “Have I done something to make you afraid of me?” He paused, giving me time to answer.
I stayed quiet, contemplating his question. I wasn’t afraid of him – it was the opposite. I wanted him in a way that made me feel devious and sinful.
I read way too much smut not to be a little curious.
“I’m not afraid.” I finally forced out in turn of a response. “I’m just…” I paused because I didn’t know what I was. I was horny, I was needy, I was intrigued, but strangely fear wasn’t one of the many emotions I was feeling.
“Curious?” He whispered. Without a second thought, I was nodding my head.
“Do you want someone to take you into a private room and push you to your knees and ram their cock down your throat, and mercilessly fuck those perfectly pouty lips until your eyes water and you are gasping for air?”
My breath hitched at the mental image he created for me. I felt my heart begin to pound and my body heat up as I squeezed my aching thighs together.
“Mmhmm, feel that, Sweetheart?” He released a breathy growl into my neck. “The things I’d do to you…” he sucked a breath in audibly as if he was on his last bit of restraint.
My pulse was racing as he leaned in closer and gripped my chin a bit tighter, pulling our faces no more than a centimeter from each other. If it weren’t for the mask shielding him, I would think he was moving in for a kiss.
My eyes closed and my heart fluttered at that very thought. Imagining how his tongue would taste against mine.
“You would enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” He teased, breaking me of my fantasies when many more erotic images flashed through my mind.
He turned my head so that he could whisper into my ear. “I bet you are a dirty little slut for the right Dom,” he said, baiting me to either deny or agree to his suggestion.
A spark of boldness overcame me as I spoke my next words, direct and unwavering.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I glared at him.
