The Auction (10 page)

There were two pairs of shoes as well, and she selected the black sandals with tiny seed pearls embroidered along the sides. The heels were higher than she would normally wear, but this wasn’t about her comfort she reminded herself.

There was also a black satin garter belt and two packages of stockings, one nude, the other a sheer black. Carly chose the black stockings. They had a shimmery, silky sheen that made her feel very elegant as she slid them over her legs.

When she presented herself in Adam’s study, he was busy typing something on his keyboard. She stood quietly for a few moments just inside the door, not sure what to do or if he even knew she was there.

Finally she dared to interrupt. “I’m ready, Sir. For the inspection.”

Adam typed for a few more seconds and then swiveled toward her. “I was just finishing…” His words trailed off as he looked at her. “My, my. Very nice.” Carly smiled uncertainly, relieved he seemed pleased. She had swept her unruly curls back in a French twist and sprayed them into submission, letting ringlets strategically escape at her neck and temples. Remembering Adam’s directive to use her makeup sparingly, she had used a sheer foundation to smooth away any imperfections, a little blush and mascara, and just a hint of shimmering pale gold eye shadow.

Standing, Adam picked up a small cloth bag from his desk and approached her. He was dressed in dark, well-fitting trousers and a showy white button-down shirt with gold cufflinks and an elegant silk tie.

Opening the bag, he removed its contents, setting the items on the edge of the desk along with a tube of lubricant. Carly saw a slim black butt plug in cellophane wrapping, four silver balls the size of large marbles on a string and a small rubber butterfly vibrator with elastic bands attached to it.

 “You know what all these items are, I presume?” Carly nodded, nearly biting her lip, biting the inside of her cheek instead. Adam held up the butt plug, pulling off the wrapper. “This is quite flexible so you shouldn’t have any problem accommodating it while sitting.”

Taking the tube of lubricant along with the plug, Adam pulled a large leather ottoman away from the chair against which it was placed. “Lift your dress to your waist and lie down over this ottoman on your stomach. Spread your ass cheeks for me and be still.”

Carly knelt carefully over the ottoman, mindful of her stockings against the carpet. Reaching back, she spread her cheeks, trying not to clench her muscles in anticipation of the invading phallus. It went in easily, with only the last bit where it flared causing any discomfort.

“Turn over and spread your legs, your back on the ottoman, feet flat on the floor. Keep your dress up around your waist.” While Carly obeyed, Adam stood and pointed toward the ben wa balls and the butterfly vibrator. “These are a custom-made set. Both the butterfly and the balls have tiny batteries inside, activated by this.” Reaching in the pocket of his trousers, he pulled out what looked like a very small TV remote control with a daisy wheel embedded on one side. When he pressed the on button, the balls vibrated and bounced against the desktop, and the butterfly vibrator hummed quietly beside them.

Flicking off the remote, Adam reached for the toys. He crouched on the carpet between Carly’s knees. Pushing her legs wider, he stroked her cunt with lubricated fingers until she had to press her lips together to keep from moaning. With a knowing smile, he squirted more of the lubricant onto the silver balls and then inserted them, one by one, inside of her.

Rising again, Adam held up the rubber butterfly. “This will serve as your underwear tonight. Stand up and pull it on, just like you would a pair of panties.”

Standing carefully because of the butt plug, Carly took the offered vibrator and slipped her legs into the elastic ties, drawing them up to rest on her hips. Her dress remained hiked up around her waist. Reaching between her legs, Adam adjusted the position of the butterfly so it fit snugly between her labia, the underside nestled squarely against her clit. The elastic straps around her hips held the vibrator in place.

This time when Adam pressed the remote, both the balls and the butterfly vibrated against and inside her, sending instant waves of stimulating pleasure through her body. Adam slid his finger over the wheel on the side of the remote, causing the vibrations to quicken and intensify.

“Oooo,” Carly gasped, at once startled and aroused by the sensations, which were heightened by the phallus filling her ass.

“Yes,
oh.
” Adam’s grin was evil. He flicked the remote off and placed it back into his pocket. “You can put your dress down.”

Striding toward the door of the study, Adam reached behind it and removed his jacket from its hanger, draping it over one shoulder. Looking back at her, he said, “You have one job this evening, Carly. That is to behave with proper decorum while we’re out.” As he spoke, his hand slid into his pocket.  The sudden vibrating hum and jiggle of the balls and butterfly at her sex made Carly gasp in startled surprise.

It was, she realized with chagrin, going to be a long night.

~*~

“We’ll both have
le diner prix fixe
,” Adam told the waiter, waving away the offered ala carte menus. 

“
Très bien, Monsieur
.” The elderly waiter offered a small, formal bow and retreated.

The sommelier appeared with a bottle of white wine. Once he’d opened it, had Adam give his approval and then filled their glasses, he set the wine into an iced bucket and faded away.

Adam reached for his glass and sipped. Carly did the same. “The food here is amazing,” he said. “I trust you don’t mind that I took the liberty of ordering for us both.” As he spoke, Adam slipped his free hand into his pocket and flicked the wheel of the remote to its lowest setting.

Carly’s eyes widened, her lips pressing together as she took in what he’d done. Adam regarded her in amused silence as she shifted in her chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs, clearly trying to maintain her composure.

The waiter returned with their first course, mackerel in a delicate wine sauce. Carly nodded to the waiter when he held the huge pepper grinder in her direction. Adam chose that moment to up the intensity on the remote, pulling a startled, breathless gasp from his companion.

Abruptly the waiter pulled back. “My apologies, Madame. Too much pepper?”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Carly managed, casting an anguished look in Adam’s direction. He only smiled and reached for his fork.

When the waiter had once again discreetly melted into the background, Adam rolled the wheel back to low, just a vibrating whir to remind Carly of his control. Other than breathing a little more rapidly than normal, she managed to eat her fish with reasonable calm.

Two waiters arrived with the braised lamb and vegetables, along with the sommelier bearing a bottle of red wine. As they hovered solicitously over the table, Adam turned up the intensity of Carly’s toys once again, watching as his slave girl struggled to keep her composure.

All three men serving them kept casting surreptitious glances Carly’s way, no doubt admiring the flush on her creamy skin, the perk of those gorgeous nipples beneath her dress and the delightful way she was squirming in her seat. The youngest waiter stayed after the sommelier and the older Frenchman had gone, lingering unnecessarily, it seemed to Adam.

“You may go,” Adam informed him. “We’ll let you know if we need anything else.”

Carly had her hands on the table now, pressing down with open palms. Her eyes were closed, her face twisted in concentration. When the waiter had gone, she whispered urgently, “Please, Sir. Please. I’m going to come. I can’t help it. Please.”

“If you do, I’ll punish you. And I won’t wait till we get home either. You’ll be punished right here in the restaurant.”

Her eyes flew open, her hands clenching into fists. Adam glanced around them. They were seated in a private corner of the restaurant and the lighting was dim. As long as no waiter suddenly appeared, no one would witness what was happening at their table.

Carly was visibly sweating now, a sheen on her flushed cheeks. Her hands were clenched in her lap and her body was shaking. “Oh, god. I can’t help it. Oh god…” A sweet whimper escaped her lips and she lifted a hand to her mouth, trying to stifle her small orgasmic cries.

“Did you come?” Adam asked unnecessarily as he flicked off the remote.

Sagging back against her chair, Carly nodded. “I’m sorry, Sir. I couldn’t help—”

“Yes, yes, I know,” Adam interrupted, pretending to be annoyed. “You couldn’t help it. First thing tomorrow we’ll work on orgasm control, young lady. But for now, enjoy your food before it gets cold. Punishment comes afterwards.”

That was mean, he knew, and Adam felt almost bad for having possibly ruined her ability to enjoy her meal, but, after a few hesitant bites, Carly began to eat, the incredible food no doubt overshadowing any anxiety about the impending punishment at least for the moment.

As they shared their meal, Carly kept casting the occasional anxious look Adam’s way. Adam smiled benignly back at her. The younger waiter appeared every few minutes, refilling a water glass, offering fresh bread, topping off their wine, his eyes sliding hungrily over Carly when he thought no one was looking.

When the main course was cleared, the older Frenchman appeared, a crisp white linen napkin over his arm, the younger waiter in tow just behind him. “Are you ready for your coffee and dessert, Monsieur?”

“In a bit,” Adam replied, pushing back his chair. “We’re going to take some air. We’ll be back in about ten minutes.”

“
Très bien, Monsieur
.” The man bowed while the younger waiter pulled Carly’s chair back for her. The waiters probably assumed they were going out for a smoke, but Adam led Carly back to the restrooms.

There were five separate restrooms, each with its own private door. Inside was more like a small living room than a bathroom. There was a walled-off stall for the toilet. Along with a marbled sink, the small room contained a long, low sofa with a thickly-piled throw rug in front of it.

Adam sat on the sofa and reached into the inner pocket of his jacket for the travel quirt he had placed there in anticipation of this delicious moment. “Lift your dress to your waist,” he ordered the still-standing girl, “and lie on your stomach over my lap.”

Carly drew in her breath as she stared at the wicked leather whip in his hand, but did as he ordered. Adam could feel his cock rising beneath her body resting so sweetly on his, but now wasn’t the time for his pleasure.

“Five strokes on each side. You will count.”

The base of the butt plug was peeking from between her cheeks and he could just see the edges of the rubber butterfly pressed against her pussy. He thought about turning the toys on again, but decided that would distract from Carly’s focus on the quirt.

Pressing one hand firmly against the small of her back to keep her steady, Adam brought the dual strips of stiff leather down hard against her ass. “One!” Carly gasped, as two small welts rose side by side on her skin, perpendicular to the satin garters.

“Two! Oh!” she cried as the whip again met its target.

“Keep your voice down,” Adam said, as he struck her again. “You don’t want them to hear you out there, do you?”

When he was done, Adam pushed Carly gently from his lap, letting her roll to her knees on the rug. “Look at me,” he commanded.

Carly lifted her face to him. Her eyes were bright with tears, her cheeks flushed, several escaped ringlets of hair framing her face. Adam wanted nothing more at that moment than to push her down to the ground and fuck her silly.

Instead he stood, replacing the quirt in its inner pocket. He reached into an outer pocket and handed Carly the small pocketbook he’d allowed her to pack with lipstick and other feminine essentials. “Make yourself presentable and come back to the table. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Once seated again, Adam nodded toward the hovering waiters. In a few minutes Carly returned to the table, fresh lipstick on her pretty mouth, her hair once again more or less in place. Adam hid his smile as he watched her lower herself gingerly to the chair, her bottom no doubt smarting from the whipping.

Fresh raspberries with apricot honey cream were set before them along with china cups of steaming coffee and snifters of fine Cognac. As Carly speared a raspberry, Adam turned on the remote, causing her dessert fork to tinkle against the crystal bowl.

Carly looked at him with a beseeching gaze, but he stared her down, silently daring her to protest. She took a deep breath and looked down. “Eat,” Adam admonished with a grin. “And try that brandy. It’s quite excellent.”

Carly managed to eat several raspberries and even added cream and sugar to her coffee, though her hand trembled. She sipped at the brandy and Adam pushed the remote wheel higher, causing her to set her snifter down with a clunk as she gasped.

Adam watched the play of emotion move over her flushed features—she wanted to protest, he could see that, but she, wisely, didn’t dare. A shudder moved through her body as she clutched and twisted the linen napkin in her lap.

Adam sipped the strong coffee as he enjoyed her show, glad the jacket would hide the raging erection pulsing between his legs when they left the restaurant. “Come for me,” he finally said in a soft voice, rolling the wheel to high.

Carly’s shudders had barely subsided when the young waiter approached, a silver coffee pot in his hand. “More coffee, Monsieur? Madame?” Though he addressed them both, the young man had eyes only for Carly, who had wrapped her arms around her torso, her chest still heaving from her recent orgasm.

“No, thanks,” Adam said, holding out a credit card. “I think we’re all done here.”

Chapter 8

The room flickered in the candlelight, revealing vaulted ceilings and walls draped in flowing gold silk. The slave was dressed in swirling, sheer scarves that revealed as much as they hid, gold and silver chains at her wrists and ankles. She danced around him, her hair flying. He tried to see her face, but it was hidden beneath a veil. Several more women were kneeling around him as he lay back against the silk cushions.