Naughty Bits Part IV: The Highest Bid (8 page)

She shook her head, and then yelped as something stung her nipple. Something electric, like a wand. She heard the crackle of the energy. “No sir.”

“Better. You will address me as Master or Sergeant Major, at all times.”

“Yes, Master.” She shook as he moved the wand over her flesh, coming close enough for her to feel that tiny jolt and sting again. Under her nipple, along her hip bone, across her thigh. A thigh tracked with her moisture. His finger traced it and she bit her lip, then gave a yelp as he tugged on the chain to her nipple clamps, a firm hold that also pulled on the collar in a provocative way, reminding her she was wearing it.

“Spread your legs.”

This was an entirely different tone from what she’d experienced before. There was no hesitation, no pause to determine what she was thinking, feeling, making sure they were going slow enough, reassuring her. But she was a trained slave. It was assumed she was ready for this, right? And though her heart was pounding rapidly and she was caught between nerves and a flight instinct, she was well aware she was responding to every word from his mouth, every touch. He’d taken her away from the stage, brought her here, just the two of them.

She’d spread her legs as he’d commanded. Her fingers fisted in the bonds at her sides as the wand touched her labia, just under the thong, sending the kiss of pain through those sensitive nerve endings. Catching the side strap in one finger, he pulled the garment outward enough to slide the wand down in between it and the bullet, making her hips jerk in rhythm as he kept applying those electrical impulses to her clit.

“Master . . .” She bit back a yelp as he gave her a sharper zap, a reminder she was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. But he caressed her cheek as if her outburst had pleased him.

“The bidding is about to begin for her, sir.” Shale’s voice, through an intercom. “Would you like to open?”

“Twenty-five thousand.”

“Very good, sir.”

He put pressure on her shoulder, holding her steady until her knees met the floor since she had no hands to balance her. She heard the rustle of clothing, a zipper opening, then she inhaled the intoxicating musk of his cock. “Now would be the time for you to convince me just how much you want to be mine.”

She already had her lips parted. He fed his stiff organ to her, keeping his fist wrapped around it so he gave her a provocative inch at a time, making her lick and suck and tease at his knuckles with her mouth. With the sway of her body and the fervency with which she worked her lips over the portion he gave her, she begged for more. The plug inside her, the rub of the bullet against her clit, all added to her enthusiasm, her arousal.

“Thirty thousand.”

Another pause as more bids were taken. Every few moments, the voice came through again, Shale patiently waiting for his next counteroffer. Sometimes he paused, and Madison would renew her efforts, frantic that he might change his mind. This was her reality, fully immersed in the fantasy that had been drawn around her, made impossible to resist by the blindfold she wore, the way he’d submerged her senses in an environment that convinced her she was in an auction house, and he was one of her bidders, this stern man in uniform.

“Fifty-six thousand.” He reached down, caught one of those chains and she came off her heels as he tugged at her left nipple, pulling it up higher. She moaned against his cock as he thrust harder, his other hand fisted in her hair. “You’re worth a hundred thousand for your mouth alone,” he muttered. “But I have to have enough left over to feed you.”

She didn’t need food. She just needed him. She teased the corona, sucking on the edges, flicking her tongue along the throbbing vein. She wanted to make him come, wanted to hear him make the winning bid in a strangled tone of near release. He chuckled harshly as if he sensed her intent, and then pulled her off of him.

“Forehead to floor, ass in the air. Spread your thighs. Let me see those switch marks.”

She obeyed, whimpering. She was so close to coming it was as if she was in aftershocks already. It was hard not to move. He pulled up a chair near her and rested the flat of one shoe against her ass cheek, using her as a footrest. A struck match and she smelled the scent of a clove cigarette, a much more pleasant scent than the tobacco kind.

“We have a competing bid of ninety-thousand, sir. I believe you have some competition.”

“One hundred and five thousand. I know my competition, and he’s about tapped out. He doesn’t want her as much as I do. Which will be his eternal loss.”

He shifted his foot, rocking her body slightly, almost like she was a cradle to soothe a baby, only she was the occupant being soothed by the movement as well. “I have some friends eager to meet you. You’re my gift to them tonight. After I enjoy you myself. I have to be sure you’re worth what I’ve paid for you.”

Another silence, and then the intercom crackled. “Congratulations, sir. You have the winning bid. We’ve completed the transfer from your account. You may take her home.”

“I’d like to see them try to stop me.” The delicious threat and promise rippled along her spine. Her Master rose, trailing his fingers along that same track, down to the crease of her buttocks, probing between them, making her twitch as he dipped down beneath the thong to collect some moisture from her pussy, paint it around the rim where it was stretched around the plug. “It’s good they’ve stretched you out there, but not too much. Some of the boys will want that pleasure tonight.”

He lifted her to her knees, caught his finger beneath the collar. “You’ve made this too tight, baby. Trying to please your Master.” He loosened it a notch, and she realized she could breathe a little easier. “Your handler should have checked that. I’ll be sure to take it out on his ass.”

She felt a twinge of sympathy for Troy, but she also wondered if she’d have the sadistic pleasure of witnessing it. The soldier gave her a sharp tug with the lead that had her stumbling to her feet, his hand grasping her arm to keep her from falling. Once she was steady, he dropped the lead and she let out a whimper as he unclamped the nipple jewelry, removing the chains that connected them to the collar so she wore just the collar and the thong. He cupped her breasts, massaged her nipples with his thumbs as the painful tingle made her shudder, bite back another whimper.

“They’re nice and swollen now. I have an oil at home that, when painted on nipples, makes them stay aroused and stiff for hours. When I rub it onto your pussy, it will keep you so worked up I’ll have to gag you to stop you begging to be fucked.”

Her lips parted, that whimper turning into a pleading noise. She was almost at that point now. He stepped back, taking his hands away.

“You’ll go with the two who brought you here tonight. They’ll bring you to my home.”

She didn’t want him to leave her again, and she made a movement forward before she thought to restrain herself. He touched her face, telling her he wasn’t displeased with her show of preference, but his voice was uncompromising.

“You’ll behave, or I’ll hear of it. You’re mine now. You’ll be a credit to my ownership, or you’ll face punishment.”

She swallowed, sinking back down to her knees to convey her obedience. As his footsteps receded, she heard two other sets approaching. Though she stayed in place as she’d been bid, she had an overpowering need to be with her Master again. Was that part of full submission, this swelling anxiety unless her Master was near?

Troy and Shale stood over her, speaking as if indifferent to her presence, a pet patiently sitting at their feet, though Troy did pick up the tether, since she felt the tug on the collar from his direction.

“I was surprised he bid so high,” Troy said. “He’s not the romantic type.”

“He’s a Master.” Shale’s voice reflected cool amusement. “It’s not romance like candy and flowers, but something that means even more. When it’s the one you want to belong to you, not just the one you’re owning for the moment, you’d pay anything for that.”

Her voice softened over those words. Madison suspected she’d reached out to touch some part of Troy, the one who belonged to her. The silence suggested Troy was responding to that, probably with one of those scorching looks the two of them liked to exchange.

“It reminds me of the first day he saw her.” Troy paused. “I saw this look on his face, like when he’s at the club and figuring out if a new member is a sub or Dom, or just vanilla out for a lark. I was pretty sure I knew what she was, because I could feel it, like a kinship, a sub-to-sub thing. But I wanted to be sure he and I were on the same page, so I said outright, ‘She’s a sub, right?’”

She remembered that first day, coming into their hardware store to bring the UPS package that Clarence had left at the wrong store. She also remembered the weighted feel of Logan’s eyes on her as she’d gone back to her own store. This had happened at that moment. Troy’s careful wording told Madison he was trying to communicate something about the reality that had led them here, without disrupting the fantasy, and she was hanging onto every word.

“He looked at me as if he was coming out of some dark tunnel,” Troy said. “He blinked, then smiled that smile he has.”

“Dangerous, make-a-woman’s-knees-weak?”

“If you want to put it that way.” Troy sounded a little aggrieved.

“Don’t be a baby. What did he say when you asked if she was a sub?” Shale’s voice was warm, teasing.

“‘Oh yeah. Through and through.’ I asked him if he was thinking of taking her into training, but he shook his head, said he was interested in something more than that. ‘I want to see the spark turn into a fire.’ That’s what he said. I guess this is our answer. He didn’t want to train her. He wanted to own her.”

Madison drew in a breath. He already did, didn’t he? Alice had given her to him.

Troy twitched the tether attached to her collar, the little tug a silent message of accord and reassurance she welcomed.

Did all guided fantasies work like this, or was it unique to her, what she was feeling, who she was? Yes, Logan had done everything to draw her into the role of Nameless Slave, bound to a Master she desired to serve above everything else in life. He knew so much about her, including her penchant for dress-up, for role-playing with her sister when she was young. He also knew just how far she’d taken herself away from play and make-believe for the past few years, such that she was starving for it now, but starving for it with an adult woman’s desires and needs. She didn’t even want to think of herself as Madison. She was simply the soldier’s property now.

Yet Troy’s words pointed out the message that kept replaying itself, whenever she was involved with Logan this way. This wasn’t happening just because of Logan’s consummate skill at creating the sensory input for a viable fantasy, but also because of her own deep-seated desires and needs that meshed with his. She’d worried about being enough of a sub for him, but he’d said it that night on the stairs, hadn’t he?

“
It’s not my switch you need to worry about turning off.
”

She thought about how she’d reacted each time he’d led her down this path. Uncertain, one hand tentatively holding on to her perceived reality, but as Logan took her other hand, took command, she let go of that reality without hesitation and let him take her into his.

Into theirs.

A radio chirped, maybe on Troy’s belt, because she heard him unclip it. “Sir?”

“I’m done up front. Bring her to my compound. I’ll be just ahead of you.”

“Yes sir.”

Another car ride, again sitting on the cloak. She was getting used to being unclothed. The auction house would have been almost uncomfortably warm if she weren’t. The A/C in the SUV gave her goosebumps, but when Troy’s fingertip slid along her forearm, detecting them, he must have made some gesture to Shale. The temperature almost immediately modulated, and she was no longer cold.

A few minutes later, another method of warming happened. The bullet started vibrating.

So did the plug.

She hadn’t expected the latter to be electronic, but the thick rubber was unmistakably humming against her stretched rim as the bullet was doing the same against her clit and labia. If it hadn’t been both at once, she would have assumed she’d shifted or done something to set one off, but then she thought of what he’d said on the radio.

I’ll be just ahead of you.

They were following her Master, and of course he had the remote. She shifted, which was a mistake. She was already intensely aroused, her brief interruption of mulling notwithstanding. A rolling feeling like waves of surf, ebbing and surging against her anus and cunt, ratcheted it to a much higher level. She bit down on her lip, tightening her fingers into balls at her side as she sat in the seat and tried not to wriggle or squirm, moan or gasp. Partially because she was self-conscious, partially because she knew the self-restraint was vital. She would not be allowed to come without his permission, and if she gave in to the feeling, she’d be there all the sooner.

But oh God, the stimulation was overwhelming. Feeling that hum against her sensitive anal rim, the buzz against her clit and labia, she had all she could do not to lift her hips in a coital rhythm.

“You better get rid of that hard-on before you get out of the car,” Shale advised from the front. “Or he’ll use a needle to deflate it. I’ll help him.”

“Kind of difficult to control,” Troy muttered, and she realized his eyes were on her, watching her struggle. Could he see the light perspiration like dew on her skin? She imagined her Master’s lips sucking the moisture away, entirely the wrong thought to have.

“Oh . . .” The plea escaped her lips, despite herself. She heard Troy bite back an oath. He’d be trying to obey his Mistress, she was sure of it, and yet this would give Shale a reason to taunt and punish him later. Her Master liked to reward his helpers as diabolically as he knew how to torment his own possession.

His slave. He’d called her that. The vibration’s intensity bumped up, and it changed rhythm. No longer concentrated only in the nose of the bullet, it moved over her labia and pattered over her clit. Her hips convulsed, and she thrashed her head, pulling against the hold Troy had on her tether. “No . . . no . . .”