The Auction (11 page)

Adam lifted the goblet of hot, spiced wine to his lips, but forgot to drink as one of the slave girls lowered her head over his lap, closing soft lips over his erect shaft.  Adam could feel his cock hardening to steel. He reached for the girl’s hair, which fell in long, silky ringlets. Gripping tightly, he pulled her head down, forcing her to take the full length of him.

As cool fingers curled around his balls, Adam slowly opened his eyes. He was still caught in the web of his dream, though the woman at his groin was no dream. Lifting his head, Adam saw Carly’s tousled mop of curls bouncing against his stomach. His head fell back against the pillows and he closed his eyes again, letting the dream swirl back around him with the scents of cardamom and melting beeswax.

Carly lowered her head, taking the full length of him. She was doing something amazing with her throat muscles against the head of his cock. Again Adam reached for handfuls of her hair, gripping the silky tresses and wrapping them around his knuckles.

He held her in that position, aware she probably couldn’t breathe with his cock so far down her throat. The dream burned away in the face of Adam’s lust. How long could she hold her breath before she began to struggle and push against him? How obedient was she? Would she let him hold her there until she passed out?

When he let her go, she reared back, sucking in a gasping breath, but then she plunged back down, suckling and stroking his shaft with increased fervor, her silky tresses flying over his skin. Adam felt the rise of an orgasm, his balls tightening with expectation. He realized he didn’t want to come yet.

“Slow down,” he murmured. “Make it last.” He pushed gently at her head, and Carly obeyed, releasing her suckling grip. She began to kiss his cock with closed lips, light, feathery kisses that almost tickled as she moved from head to base and back again.

She was crouched between his spread thighs on the mattress, and now she scooted back, changing her focus to Adam’s balls, which she took one at a time into her mouth, gently licking the sensitive skin. As she moved, Adam felt a hard nipple brush his thigh. His cock twitched as he imagined sucking each nipple in turn to a shiny pink pebble. He started to reach down to pull her up to him so he could do just that, but stopped himself in time. Carly was not his lover, but his paid slave girl, and she was doing the morning task she had been assigned, nothing more.

Letting his eyes close, Adam contented himself with the pleasure of her tongue and soft fingers moving over his cock and balls. He felt her shifting between his legs and she put her hands on his thighs, gently pushing them farther apart. Moving her head lower against him, Adam felt her tongue gliding along his perineum as she pushed up against his thighs with surprising strength.

The touch of her hot, wet tongue against his asshole sent a jolt of confused pleasure rippling through Adam’s loins. Carly rimmed his asshole for several seconds, her hands finding and gripping his shaft and balls as she licked. He hadn’t asked for that. He wasn’t even sure what he thought about it.

He stopped thinking when the tip of her tongue pressed its way past the ring of muscle while her hands continued to milk his cock until he moaned, a low feral sound pulled from somewhere deep inside him.

Carly was moaning too—soft breathy sounds as she licked and stroked him, her hips undulating against the mattress as if she were riding an invisible cock. Forgetting his resolve, Adam reached for the girl, pulling her body upward and twisting her so he could get at the sweetmeat between her legs.

She groaned as he lapped at her silky folds. His nostrils filled with the delicate sweetness of her musk and he gripped her hips to hold her there. Carly was twisting against him, her hot, wet mouth finding his cock. Her lips moved with perfect suction over his throbbing shaft as he buried his face between her legs. He flicked his tongue against the hard nubbin at her center, teasing around it in looping circles until she squealed against his shaft, tremors moving through her body.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she began to cry. And then, “Please, Sir, oh! May I come, oooo…” She closed her lips again around his cock, her body shaking.

Adam stopped his kisses long enough to respond. “Yes. Come for me, slave girl.” She shuddered against him, though her mouth remained sheathed around his shaft. He could feel the pulse at her clit, which was hard as a small marble against his tongue.

Adam felt a slim finger slipping into his ass just as the tide of a blinding orgasm crashed through him, causing him to spurt into the silky warmth of Carly’s mouth. He could feel Carly swallowing against him, but she kept the shaft in her mouth as they lay there, legs akimbo, hearts pounding.

When Adam’s cock began to soften, Carly let it slip from her mouth and lowered her head to lick his balls, her tongue moving in a figure eight from one to the other until Adam finally reached down and pulled her into his arms.

Carly nuzzled her head against the hollow between his neck and shoulder. Adam lay in a kind of sexual stupor, stroking her hair, loving the feel of it gliding through his fingers, savoring the press of her warm body against his.

And then the light flicked back on in his head.

Holy shit.

What the hell did he think he was doing?

Sitting abruptly, he pushed the girl from him and swung his legs over the side of the bed. What the hell had just happened? He’d been half asleep, those fevered, silken dreams dictating his behavior. He stared down at Carly, at the sated, sleepy smile on her lips and the way her hair flung out in all directions, a tangle of golden-brown curls spreading over the pillow. He drank in her full, lush breasts, the tips still rosy hard.

He felt a rush of confused anger pushing through him, but had learned enough from the day before to recognize the blame lay with himself. He wouldn’t make that mistake a second time. But that didn’t change the fact that he was getting in too deep with this whole thing.

He needed to pull back and focus on why he’d bought this girl in the first place.

Erotic BDSM play, no strings attached, end of story.

It was up to him to reassert his control of both the situation and the naked girl lying like a lover in his bed. “Get up and shower,” he said, striving to keep the brusqueness from his tone. This wasn’t her fault. He had allowed it. It was up to him to fix it. “I’ll be back to inspect and mark you in fifteen minutes.”

Without waiting for her to react or respond, Adam turned on his heel and left the room, heading for the guest bedroom. A hot shower and a strong cup of coffee would clear his head. And after that, he’d introduce Carly to the water chamber.

~*~

Carly showered in a daze, her mind fogged from the endorphins still rippling through her body. As the hot water cascaded over her, her mind began to switch back on, shining a light on the jumble of confused thoughts whirling through her head.

She still wasn’t sure what the heck had happened. She had started out with the sole intention of making Adam come per his morning instructions, but something had taken over her body, completely bypassing her brain. She’d found herself licking, suckling,
worshipping
Adam’s body with the devotion of a lover. With each stroke of her tongue and caress of her fingers she had felt herself sliding deeper into a submissive headspace she’d rarely experienced in her life, the kind of headspace she’d thought was reserved for someone in love.

In love…

Vigorously Carly rubbed the shampoo into her scalp, as if she could scrub the very idea away. There was no way she was
in love
with this guy! First of all, she’d only been with him a few days. Second of all, she was nothing more than a commodity to him—a plaything with an already predetermined expiration date. Who could love someone like that, someone who chose to
buy
what should be given freely?

She shook her head beneath the water and mouthed the word
no
. If and when she ever fell in love again, it would be with someone who valued her not only as a submissive sex object, but as a woman, as a person.

And yet…

The way he’d pulled her to him, flipping her body, his mouth closing over her sex, his tongue and fingers moving in such a way that she was trembling within seconds—his had been a lover’s touch, hadn’t it? Or was it really just an extension of his control—he did it because he could, because he understood how to touch a woman, how to draw reactions. That didn’t necessarily mean anything beyond the fact that he was sexually skilled and attuned to a woman’s body. She’d already learned that the first night in the car. It was nothing new, so why did things feel so different this morning?

After rinsing and conditioning her hair, Carly began to groom her body, carefully smoothing away any stubble with her razor. She worked quickly and efficiently. Rinsing the conditioner from her hair, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself.

Carly stood waiting in the bedroom, her fingers laced behind her neck, her legs shoulder-width apart. She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, silently promising herself to keep her emotions in check going forward, no matter what curves Adam threw her way. She needed to keep her emotional distance if she was to survive this month as his toy.

He came into the bedroom in just a pair of cargo shorts, his damp hair curling down his neck, his eyes sweeping her body. He was holding a small leather quirt in one hand, a large glass of water in the other. As he approached her, she could smell his freshly soaped skin and couldn’t help but admire his muscular pecs and biceps.

“Drink this,” he instructed, holding the glass out to her. “All of it.”

Though Carly would have preferred her morning coffee, she was rather thirsty and, without thinking too much about it, she drank down the fresh, cool water. Adam took the empty glass from her and set it down on the bureau.

“Resume your position,” he said, returning to her. “Hands behind your head, legs spread wide.” Once she had reassumed the inspection position, Adam stroked his fingers over her body. When he got to her cunt, he slid a finger between her labia, the tip brushing her hooded clit and moving back to press inside of her. Carly couldn’t stop the tremor that moved through her body at his touch. At the same time he reached for her throat with his other hand as his clear gray eyes looked past her face and into her secrets.

For a moment Carly thought he was going to say something about what had happened between them in the bed that morning, but he said nothing as he stared into her eyes. The feel of his fingers on her throat softened something inside her, as such a touch always did. She realized she wanted to wrap her arms around his body and pull his face down to hers. So much for keeping her distance.

A small smile quirked along one side of Adam’s mouth and Carly had the disquieting feeling he had just read her thoughts. She felt herself coloring and she wanted to look away, but Adam’s strong fingers on her throat held her fast.

Just think of the money
, she tried to tell herself.
That’s all that matters.

But she knew she was lying. God help her, she was falling for this guy, and there didn’t seem to be a thing she could do to stop it.

Finally releasing her, Adam pointed to the low stool and Carly draped herself over it, her ass tingling in anticipation of the quirt’s stroke. It came fast, a searing sting over both cheeks.

Gripping a handful of her wet hair, Adam pulled Carly to her feet. “It’s early. Before we have breakfast, I’m going to take you down to the water chamber. I assume you’re familiar with erotic water play?”

Carly’s mind flashed to the site she’d sometimes perused online—a water bondage site where girls were bound in rope and dunked into pools, or chained against a wall and sprayed with powerful hoses. Her stomach clenched in nervous anticipation at the thought Adam might want to do that to her. While she had no fear of water, the thought of that kind of play frightened her. She gave voice to none of her musings, not wanting to come across as the novice she in fact was.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

“Good.”

Reaching into one of the many pockets in his shorts, Adam withdrew a slim metal leash, which he attached to her collar. Using the leash, he led Carly out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Adam took her through the large dining room, past a table that seated twelve. Between the dining room and the kitchen was an old-fashioned butler’s pantry with a door at the far end that opened on a set of descending stairs.

The basement at the bottom of the stairs had white walls, the floor covered in black and white checked linoleum. There was a fancy washer and dryer set against one wall, with a stainless steel sink and folding counter beside them. Shelves lined the back wall filled with various tools, cans of paint and the usual paraphernalia that accumulated in household basements.

Adam led Carly through the room to a locked door on the far wall. Taking a set of keys from one of his pockets, he unlocked the door and pushed it open. Once inside, Adam removed Carly’s leash and flicked on the light.

The walls and ceiling of this second spacious room were tiled like an indoor pool, the floor covered with thick rubber matting, drains set at intervals throughout the room. What looked like a huge fish tank occupied most of one wall, the water inside tinted pale blue by lights set beneath it. The tank was covered with a folding lid, like the kind used on outdoor hot tubs. It was flanked on either side by thick, sturdy-looking platforms. Hanging from a winch in the ceiling above it were half a dozen thick chains with large clips attached to their ends.

Tearing her gaze from the tub, Carly saw there were several black hoses neatly coiled and hanging on hooks along one wall, with faucets near the ground beneath them. On a perpendicular wall there were thick eyebolts embedded into the concrete at various intervals with plastic cuffs dangling from them by chains.

The room was warm but that didn’t stop the shiver of apprehension that moved through Carly’s naked body as she wrapped her arms protectively around her torso. There had been no water play training during the weeklong intensive at the auction house. She stared with naked fear at the water tank and thought about what she hadn’t revealed in her dossier. What if she couldn’t handle whatever it was Adam had planned for her?