The Auction (3 page)

Yet somehow it had been different there, with all the other slave girls around her. It was the natural way of things in that environment. It had been more like a game, albeit a very intense one. But here in this elegant sedan beside this rich, handsome stranger, with another strange man just a few feet away, felt nothing like a game.

Carly lifted the hem of the slip, settling her bare bottom against the soft, luxurious leather.

“Wider.” Adam punctuated the command with a light slap to her inner thigh.

Carly looked down at Adam’s hand as it moved over her shaven sex. He cupped her there, his palm pressing against her clit. He pushed one finger gently inside her and Carly felt the involuntary clamp of her vaginal muscles. Keeping his finger inside her, he moved his palm in a circular motion against her spread labia.

Carly sighed with pleasure, shifting slightly against his hand.

“Don’t move,” Adam said softly. “Don’t move a muscle. No matter what I do.”

Carly nodded, catching her lip with her teeth, remembering and letting it go again. She closed her eyes.

“Keep your eyes open. Look at me. I want to see your face.”

Carly turned her head toward Adam, another soft, moaning sigh pulled involuntarily from her as he slid a second finger carefully inside her and ground his palm against her clit. The combined sensation sent shivers along her nerve endings. She felt the raw power emanating from Adam, sparking like dark fire in his eyes, and she found herself drawn to him in a way she hadn't expected.

Her body wanted to move—her hips wanted to lift and swivel against his hand as he stroked her from within and without, but she forced herself to stay still. “Oh,” she gasped, her voice tremulous with the effort of keeping her body still.

The slave girls had rarely been permitted to orgasm during their week-long tenure, though they’d been sexually tortured and teased to teach them restraint and discipline. Several of the women were able to orgasm on command, or at least fake it really well, but Carly had never mastered either skill. She didn’t come easily to orgasm and she could never bring herself to fake it, no matter how much she wanted to please a man.

There would be no need to fake tonight, that was for sure, not with what he was doing to her. A rushing, steady heat was building inside her at his touch, and the way his eyes seemed to drink her in only added to the pulse of intense sensations. His touch was light, but steady and persistent, his palm pressed with precisely the right force against her swelling sex while his fingers moved like a cock inside her.

Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.

Carly realized her mouth was open, her breath coming fast and shallow. She forced herself to slow her breathing, trying to draw more air into lungs that felt constricted by the pounding of her heart. She could smell the scent of her own sex in the air of the enclosed car. She could hear the squishing sound his fingers made in her now sopping cunt as he moved relentlessly inside her.

She blinked rapidly in her effort to keep her eyes open and fixed on this enigmatic stranger who was pulling so much from her with just his hand. She was powerless to stop the panting and little mewling sounds she heard herself making. Adam’s eyes continued to burn into hers, his mouth lifting into a small, knowing smile.

After several minutes of this silent, exquisite torture, Carly’s body began to tremble and a low, feral moan escaped her lips. Still he continued, stroking her both inside and out.

“Oh!” The word burst from her as her disobedient hips rose to meet his hand. Despite the constraint of the seatbelt, Carly was thrashing like a wild animal in heat as a powerful orgasm tore its way through her helpless body. It was as if he was striking her with a kind of lightning, the currents moving from his hand to her body, burning her to her core. She realized her eyes were squeezed shut, tears running down her cheeks, as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure hurtled through her loins.

When he finally released her, Carly sagged back against the seat, her breath rasping in her throat, her chest heaving, her body still shaking. All the training and discipline of the past week had completely deserted her in the face of Adam’s skilled, relentless attentions. She had, she knew, fucked up big time, and right out of the gate.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit.

Struggling to sit upright, she turned a beseeching gaze to him. “I know you said not to move. I tried, I really did. I couldn't help it. I’m sorry, Sir.”

One corner of Adam’s mouth lifted in an ironic, cruel smile. “Not nearly as sorry as you’re going to be.”

~*~

Adam watched Carly’s eyes widen as she stared around the front hall of his home, her mouth actually hanging open in evident awe.
Pygmalion meets Pretty Woman,
he thought with an inward grin.

Jordan had parked the Mercedes and gone up to his apartment over the garage, so they were all alone in the big old brownstone, just Adam and his purchased slave girl.

It was after eleven but Adam didn’t feel in the least tired. He made his own schedule, and he’d cleared the next week completely. Sleep could come later. Right now he had other plans.

Setting Carly’s suitcase on the floor, Adam said, “I would have thought a trained sex slave would have more discipline than you showed in the car.” In fact he was delighted with how responsive she’d been to his touch. One of his fears in making this unorthodox purchase was that he’d get someone who could take pain and perform sexually, but who would only be going through the motions. What had just happened in the car was something else again. Not even the most skilled actress could simulate the orgasmic flush that had seeped over Carly’s skin, or the way her pupils had dilated so wide, or the trembling that had racked her body in small, seismic waves. As he’d played her to his tune, he’d felt that delicious rush of pure power moving through him like a drug.

“Yes, Sir, I’m very sorry, Sir,” the girl began in a rush of words. “I didn’t mean to. It won’t—”

Adam held up a palm. “Stop. Not another word.”

Carly pressed her lips together, and Adam had a sudden vision of her on her knees, his cock rammed down that pretty throat. Why not make it a reality?

“Take off that slip and get on your knees. I’m going to outline the rules.”

He reached for his belt and quickly unbuckled it, pulling at the zipper of his fly and tugging his underwear aside. His cock sprang out, his erection as hard as an eighteen-year-old boy’s.

Carly pulled the flimsy garment over her head and dropped it to the floor. She’d been naked on the stage, but close up she was even more breathtaking. Though he didn’t usually favor such buxom curves, on this girl they worked, and how. Her breasts reminded him of lush, round melons, and his mouth actually watered at the thought of taking those dark pink nipples between his teeth. Her waist was tapered, her hips flaring into a feminine curve. Her shaved cunt pouted prettily between her thighs.

She knelt in front of him on the marble, staring with wide eyes at Adam’s cock. “You know what to do,” he said.

Pink color washed over Carly’s cheeks. Adam was both amused and surprised at this blushing maiden business from someone who’d just sold her body and her rights to a stranger for cold, hard cash.

Leaning forward, Carly closed her mouth over the head of his cock. She started to reach for him with her hands but Adam stopped her. “Only your mouth,” he ordered. “Show me some of that skill the trainers promised me.”

He sighed with pleasure as she moved her head downward, her hot little tongue stroking the underside of his cock as her lips massaged him. He reached for her hair, gripping handfuls as he pulled her head toward him, forcing her to take the length of his shaft deep into her throat. He was pleased when she didn’t gag. Her throat muscles were relaxed as she accepted him and her mouth felt like hot, wet silk as she suckled him.

As much to forestall his orgasm as to educate her, Adam began to outline the rules he’d been thinking over in the car. “Keep focused on what you’re doing,” he told the girl whose head was bobbing at his groin, “but pay attention to what I’m saying. For the next month you will observe some basic rules of the house.” He paused a moment, savoring the hot, sweet mouth surrounding him.

“You will not sit on any furniture without express permission or direction. You will ask permission to eat, drink, sleep, use the toilet, shower, speak and orgasm. I may or may not grant that permission, and you will abide by my decision.”

He groaned softly as she did something especially skillful with her throat muscles. At this rate he was going to come too quickly. He pulled back, trying to focus on what he was saying. “I have a cleaning crew come in a few times a week, but you will be responsible for making the bed and keeping the bathroom spotless. You will also keep your body smooth and clean at all times.”

She was licking just the head of his cock, her tongue sending shivers down the length of his shaft. Adam tried not to pant as he continued. “You will sleep at the foot of my bed. I expect to be awakened by your mouth on my cock. My seed will be the first thing you taste each morning. I will mark you with a single tail and then you will shower. You will present yourself for inspection afterward. If you pass inspection, we’ll have breakfast and then I’ll take you to the dungeons for your morning torture session.”

The image of this lovely girl strung up in his dungeon, her naked body crisscrossed with welts, her cries heard by no one but him, made his balls go tight. He grabbed Carly’s head and pulled her down onto his shaft, using her hair to hold her in place while he thrust in and out of her soft mouth.

This time he did gag her, but he didn’t care. This felt good, so good, and he wanted to come, he needed to come so he could concentrate. His cock was thrumming, his balls tight. All at once he pulled out, letting his jism land on her face and breasts and the floor between them.

She remained still, her lips shiny with saliva, her hair a tousle of unruly curls around her face, her chest heaving. Adam tucked himself back into his trousers. When he could catch his breath, he pointed to the blobs of ejaculate on her breasts and cheeks. “Swallow it. Every bit of it.”

She hesitated, a flash of distaste moving over her face, but then she began to obey, swiping the goo from her body with her left index finger and placing it into her mouth. Adam made a mental note of the hesitation, for which she would be punished.

Meanwhile he said, “The floor too. Lick it up.”

Again the slight hesitation, but she knelt forward, shoulders to the cold marble, her pretty pink tongue lapping at the few drops that had splattered there. When she was done, she sat back on her haunches. Adam knew her knees had to be hurting from the hard floor, but to her credit she said nothing.

He crouched on the floor in front of her. Lifting his hand, he slapped her face hard. She jerked her head to the side and gasped, her hand flying to her face. “Hands at your sides,” he barked, and he slapped her again, just as hard, on the other cheek.

Tears sprang to Carly’s eyes, but she kept her hands down. Her cheeks were bright red and a single tear slipped down her face. Despite his recent climax, Adam’s cock nudged at the pretty sight.

“That was for hesitating,” he explained. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. Understand? My word is law. Break that law, and pay the price.”

He stood and reached his hand down to her, indicating she should take it. He pulled her to her feet. “Speaking of breaking the law, that was a very undisciplined display in the car. Tell me, what were my instructions?”

Carly looked down, mumbling something.

He reached for her chin, forcing her face up. “Speak clearly.”

“I moved, Sir. You told me to stay still, no matter what you did to me.”

“That’s right. And what happens to slave girls who don’t do as they’re told?”

Her voiced trailed to a whisper. “They get punished.”

Adam’s smile was wicked, his cock tingling at the prospect. “It’s time you saw the dungeon.”

Chapter 3

Adam had Carly precede him up a wide, curving staircase, his hand on her bare shoulder, her slip left behind in the front hall. Carly could still taste the salty, mushroom flavor of Adam’s semen on her tongue and she could still feel the imprint of his hand on both cheeks. Despite her embarrassment at having proven disobedient in the face of his direct command, her cunt felt swollen and wet. Having her face slapped had always been a sexual trigger, a fact of which he was probably aware, since it was in her dossier.

On the second floor Adam guided her down a thickly-carpeted hallway. As they walked, Carly caught a glimpse of what must be the master bedroom, a large brass bed on one side, a sitting area on the other, complete with its own stone fireplace. 

At the end of the hall Adam had her stop in front of a narrow door. Pulling a key from his pocket, he unlocked the door and pulled it open. Unlike the wide, polished wood stairs leading to the second floor, these were narrow and covered with thin, well-worn carpeting. They led, Carly imagined, to what must have been servants’ quarters at one time. Now, she thought with a shiver of nervous but excited anticipation, they must lead to Adam’s dungeon.

When they got to the top of the stairs, Carly expected to see the typical setup she was used to from the BDSM clubs—with the requisite St. Andrew’s Cross, whipping posts, chains hanging from the ceiling, manacles imbedded in the walls, bondage tables, and plenty of whips and floggers either hung along the walls or in their own special racks.

Instead, the space they entered looked more like a den or game room, with large armchairs and a sofa set around what looked like a long, wide storage chest, the top covered with a fitted leather pad. There was a bookshelf against one wall, and a globe resting on a marble pedestal beside one of the armchairs. Against the far wall stood a cabinet with two columns of drawers. Beside it was a tall wardrobe, its double doors closed. A grandfather clock stood in the corner, its brass pendulum swinging slowly. There was even a pool table in a corner of the large room, covered in kelly-green felt.