Owned: Highest Bidder

by Willow Winters

  I walk over to the bench while she remains kneeling. I’m highly aware of the other men in the room, but there’s no way they’d approach her. They’d be dead men if they dared to try.

  I want her in my lap while we watch, grinding on my hard cock. She gets up on all fours before I tell her to, eager to come over to me. I wonder if she wants to crawl, if she wants to be degraded. I’ve yet to learn her limits. I’m confident that she doesn’t even know her limits. But I’m going to find them by pushing them.

  I need to see what her true fantasy is, and how much she can take. It may frighten her, but she’ll thank me in the end.

  “Come to me.” I give her the command and wait for her reaction. She immediately crawls to me. Watching her move catlike across the floor, her bare knees against the cold, hard ground and her nightie riding up high on the back of her thighs while she obeys my command so swiftly, turns me the fuck on. It makes me harder than I’ve ever been before. As soon as she gets to me, I reach down and lift her up by her hips, settling her in my lap. She lets out a gasp at my powerful grip, which only makes my cock throb harder for her.

  That sound. I want to hear it again and again and again.

  I grip her by the nape of her neck. A powerful hold, yet I’m still gentle, barely holding her still in my grasp. Her body is so much lighter than I had anticipated. It’s easy to move her, to grip her hips and direct her body which way I want it to go. Feeling the weight of her ass in my lap I can only imagine how easily I can take her. Her petite, pear-shaped body was meant to take a punishing fuck.

  “You came down here for a reason, my flower.” My hot breath tickles her cheek, causing her to shiver slightly.

  “Yes, Sir,” she says staring straight ahead, but she turns to me, looking me in the eyes as she adds, “I’m curious.”

  The focus of the dungeon is pain. The name is fitting, and we’re gathered down here because the things that happen in the confines of these walls may be disturbing to others. I’ve watched Nadine and David before. I enjoy their play. I’ve also seen much, much worse. But what they do is nothing short of erotic to me.

  “Put your hands behind your back.” Lilly looks at me hesitantly, but even as she does, she obeys me, putting both of her hands behind her back and balancing herself by shifting slightly in my lap. I want to get rid of that hesitation. The more she plays with me, the more she’ll learn to trust.

  My dick throbs against her soft ass, and I know she has to feel it. I shift in my seat, making sure it presses deep into her flesh, allowing her to feel the pulsating thickness. I want her to know how much I want her.

  There are rope ties, leather belts and all sorts of instruments of bondage in a storage bench next to me. More different varieties hang on the wall on hooks to my right. I’m quick to choose a hobble for its versatility and ease of use. It’s a wide piece of leather with holes in it for a buckle, complete with D rings and O rings so that the band can be used as restraint, like handcuffs or, without the rings, a simple collar. I wrap the leather around her wrist and secure it and then do the same to the other wrist before fastening the two ends together with the buckle.

  I make sure that both are tightened and fastened all the way so that her wrists are completely restrained behind her.

  “I want a safe word,” Lilly speaks quickly, her words laced with fear, as I tuck the leather strap into the loop. I can practically hear her heart beating faster and faster, mixing in with the sounds of Nadine’s pleasure.

  A scowl forms on my face and knots my forehead. I fucking hate safe words. I’ll know her limits before she does. I’m good at reading people, and I know the difference between pleasure and pain all too well.

  I can feel the eyes of the guards on me, no longer watching the scene unfold in the center of the room. Instead they’re focused on the two of us, and my reaction to her wanting a safe word. My body heats with anger. But I need to get the fuck over it, she’s only just now let me hold her. She’s never done this before. She’ll learn.

  “And what would you like that word to be?” I ask her. I don’t miss the look of surprise on some bastard’s face across the room when I give in so easily. I don’t know his name, and I don’t give a fuck; he’s seated across the room and enjoying the show. And not the one starring David and Nadine.

  “Lollipop,” Lilly answers quickly.

  I almost huff out a laugh at her answer. Lollipop? Does she think this shit is funny? That it’s some sort of a joke? I furrow my brow for a moment and then I nod my head, shoving the anger down. It doesn’t matter if she thinks this is a game, she won’t be thinking that once I’m done with her.

  “Lollipop it is then.” I lean forward, placing my lips just barely against the shell of her ear and whisper, “Now that I’ve given it to you, you need to make sure that you use it wisely.” Her thighs clench in my lap as she nods her head. I quickly spread her thighs apart, gripping both her knees in my hands and placing her legs outside of my own. The shocked gasp that spills from her lips at how quickly I’ve made her available to me makes my lips curve up.

  My hand slips between her thighs, my fingers barely caressing her skin. I make sure that my movements are slow, not so that she can see them coming, but just so I can send a chill of goosebumps down her body as I slide my fingertips along her soft skin. I want her to feel everything. I want her soaking wet by the time I slide my fingers inside her tight cunt.

  I run my finger down the center of her lace panties. And again I whisper, “Next time you’ll take these off before you come here.” A soft moan escapes her lips as I brush my fingernail against her clit, back and forth. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she breathes her answer. Her nipples are hardened and poking through the thin fabric of her nightgown. I want to take it off and suck her nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them and heightening her pleasure. But not here. Not with everyone watching. I need to take her home. But I have to be patient. She needs to learn, and I need to find her limits.

  Fuck, she makes me so fucking hard. I want to take her right now, thrusting my dick into that wet, tight pussy of hers.

  My back hits the concrete wall as I spread my knees wider, which in turn spreads hers. She bites down on her bottom lip, but she has no protests. I push the thin lace fabric away and run my fingers over her soaking wet lips and groan in the crook of her neck. “You’re so ready for me.” Her eyes close as a shiver runs down her body.

  I’ll focus on her clit as she watches the scene. She’s so fucking responsive. I’m in awe of how beautiful the subtle changes of her pleasure are expressed on her face. “You are going to watch what a Master does to his Slave,” I lean a little closer, gently kissing the lobe of her ear and then adding in a softer voice, “and you’re going to get off to it, but only when I say.”

  She nods her head and immediately answers, “Yes, Sir.”

  I grip the nape of her neck, not hard, just enough that she knows I have control of her positioning. With her wrists bound, her legs spread, one of my hands between her thighs and the other on the nape of her neck, I have complete control over her.

  A silver gleam shines across the room as David produces a knife. He scrapes the wax from Nadine’s body, the knife tickling her skin as he does it.

  Nadine whimpers as he gets close to her hardened nipple, scraping her sensitive skin but careful not to cut her. She moans as the sensation becomes overwhelming. Every little touch gives her pleasure. Even those that are dangerous.

  “It’s a good thing that she learned to be still,” I whisper in Lilly’s ear, careful not to disturb the scene. A few other members of the club have gathered and are watching. Scenes like this are rare in the club. It takes a lot to trust someone so wholeheartedly. Most have their eyes on the couple in the center of the room. These two always manage to draw a crowd.

  But some of the men are focused on us.

  I run my fingers down her lips all the way to her entrance, teasing her and then trace back up to
her clit. I'm toying with her and testing her sensitivity. “She must have so much trust in him.” I kiss her neck, breathing in her scent. So sweet. She’s truly a flower.

  I open my eyes and see that David has traveled down Nadine's body, flicking off the wax as he goes along with the knife. The skin on her belly is red from the pressure of the blade. The sensitive stroking of the sharp edge against her skin brings the endorphins to the surface. That’s the entire point. It makes every feeling that much more intense. I watch as he travels down farther, crouching between her legs. A few drops of red wax have pooled and hardened around her pubic hair. And he scrapes them off, cutting the short hair as he goes.

  I slip my middle finger down the center of Lilly’s hot pussy, and then back up to her hard, throbbing clit, putting more and more pressure on her as I rub in hard circles. I pinch the hardened nub slightly as David leans in between Nadine’s legs and begins licking her pussy.

  I wasn’t anticipating her to react so strongly, so quickly, but Lilly’s body trembles and her thighs tense, immediately trying to close in my lap. Her head falls back, hitting my left shoulder and she moans loudly as she cums in my lap. My dick pulses with need at the knowledge that I brought her to her edge so quickly.

  I make my strokes harder, rougher, making sure to get every bit of her orgasm out of her trembling body. She shakes in my grasp, my left hand moving from the nape of her neck to wrap around her waist, steadying her as her orgasm reverberates through her.

  I stare at her in wonder, amazed by how fucking beautiful she is. It only makes me want to get her off even more.

  Her body wavers in my grasp, completely unsteady, unhinged from the intensity of her orgasm. I’ve seen her touching herself before, but it was nothing like this. I should admonish her for cumming without permission. A wicked grin slips into place on my lips. My sweet girl needs to be punished. She’s really going to enjoy this.

  Before I can move her back to my chest and spread her wider so I can feel the arousal dripping down her pussy and onto my lap, she calls out to me, “Lollipop.”

  Her eyes are wide open, seemingly just as shocked as I am. I hesitate, but only for a moment. Only because I’m pissed. I don’t want a safe word; I know she doesn’t need it. I feel ripped off in some ways. My grip on her tightens for a moment, hating whatever I’ve done to make her safe word me. I imagine it was the intensity of the situation. I can only begin to guess that’s why. Unless she knew her punishment was looming…

  I’m quick to unbind the hobble around her wrists. Not because I want to, and certainly not because she can’t handle this. Only because I agreed to it.

  “I’m sorry,” she breathes the apology, her breath coming in faster. “I just didn’t-”

  She doesn’t finish, looking up at me with wide eyes shining with fear and shock. I press my finger to her lips. “This is new to you. You’re going to be surprised by what I can do to your body, by what arouses you. Don’t let it scare you.”

  She swallows thickly and starts to apologize again, but I won’t allow it. She seems genuinely upset. But I don’t want her to remember this moment with a single negative thought.

  Still hard and pissed that I wasn’t able to bind her to the Saint Andrew’s Cross and give her a lashing, I steady her on her feet and stand behind her. “Don’t apologize, my flower. You did very well.” She could have done better. If only she’d given me more control. But that requires trust. And I’m willing to wait to earn it.

  As I lead her out of the dungeon, I pass a few men. All of them wear masks, but their eyes follow us as I walk by them, a look flashing in their eyes that lets me know what they think of me. None of them trust me. But I don’t give a fuck. I don’t trust them either.

  Even here in this dungeon beneath a house of sin, I can’t escape my past.

  Chapter 5

  Lilly

  A rush of endorphins flows through my limbs, filling me with excitement as the previous day’s events run through my mind. I’m trying to remember everything as I prepare to write, sitting at my Ikea desk in the corner of my living room.

  I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve never had someone own me so utterly and completely. So quickly taking possession of me. The feel of that masked man’s hard body pressed up against mine, the way he took control of me, his hard cock pressing against me, throbbing and pulsating, making me want to beg for it…

  I have no idea what came over me, submitting to him like that. But I don’t regret one moment of the experience. It was so intoxicating that even now my body refuses to relax, little jolts of electricity shocking my nerves throughout the morning. I can already see myself mirroring a scene in my book, making it even hotter and heavier than what went down in that dungeon room. What I wish had taken place afterward if my fear hadn’t made me safe word.

  Fuck. I’m already getting wet, and the day hasn’t even started yet.

  Shaking my head to clear it, I open up my laptop and bring up the desktop. I need to write to get my mind off my sinful thoughts. Before I can open my Word document and begin writing the scene that won’t leave me alone, I see an email notification pop up on my screen followed by the telltale ding.

  From: Zach White

  To: Ms. Lilly Wade

  Subject: I need ur help.

  Hey, I know ur probably busy with ur family over vacation and all, and I really hate to bother u, but can u do me a favor? I got myself into some major shit and now I have to do community service if I don’t want to end up in juvey. I’m not going into details about what happened because I don’t want u to be pissed off at me. I remember the talk we had before the semester ended and I’m really ashamed that I didn’t listen.

  I’m lucky as fuck tho. The judge said he might let me choose where I put in my hours if I show him that I’m really sorry, but it has to be something that he will approve of. Right now, they have me signed up for public bathroom cleaning. I can’t do it. Public bathrooms make my skin crawl. Like seriously, I’m a total germaphobe after the shit mom put me thru with her dirty fucking needles and pipes all over the place and those cockroaches she had crawling everywhere. I know it’s shitty to ask, but can you please help? Could you get me assigned somewhere else or something?

  I can fucking hardly stand it when I have to use one at school and there is no goddamn way I’m doing that shit unless I have to.

  Zach

  I sit back in my chair as I read his words. My first reaction is to respond and tell him to just grow up and deal with it. Cleaning a public bathroom, while pretty gross, is a small price to pay in exchange for not winding up in a more serious place. I’m pissed off, too. We had so many talks, and I poured my heart and soul into every single one of them, about him getting his act together and putting more effort into his schooling. And figuring out where he wanted to be in a few years. He could do great things. We set up a plan together, and he promised that he’d do better.

  But then I remember all the things he’s gone through, and my anger subsides.

  Zach was dealt some rough cards coming into this world. He had an abusive father who beat him regularly before he abandoned him, leaving him with a mother who was strung out on drugs and let her son live in absolute squalor, resulting in his germaphobia. He’s just a kid in so many ways. I could see the pain in his eyes every day that he came into my office, the hurt that haunted him. Seeing that tore at my heart. No child should have to go through what he went through. I let out a soft sigh as I position my fingers over the keyboard. I can’t be angry with him, that’s not going to help him. Without someone in his life that shows that they care about him, he might as well give up. I can’t let that happen. No matter what bad thing he’s done, I have to offer what help I'm able. I refuse to give up on him, and I refuse to let him give up on himself.

  But I can’t enable him either.

  Blowing my bangs out of my eyes, my fingers fly across the keys as I type my response.

  From: Ms. Wade

  To: Zach White


  Zach,

  I’m so very sorry to hear that you’ve gotten yourself into some trouble, but I did warn you that if you kept on your current path, that something like this might happen. I’m not going to lie and say I’m not disappointed. I’m pissed, actually. I put a lot of time and effort into trying to help you, and it doesn’t look like it stuck with you. I hope that you’re able to prove me wrong. I understand why you don’t want to have to clean public bathrooms, given your past with your mother.

  And I will try my best to figure out the options that are available to you… but only if you tell me what you did, and why. I want to help you, but I’m not going to let you walk all over me. I can’t help you if I don’t know what exactly you’ve been caught doing. I’m available to talk and work on the plan we’ve set for you. This is yet another obstacle that I know you’ll overcome. I look forward to hearing from you.

  Sincerely,

  Ms. Wade

  I sigh again as I press send. My heart hurts, hating the fact I can’t give him an easy out. I can’t just pluck him from where he is now and move him somewhere better, where he’s surrounded by encouragement and more opportunities. This very situation is going to close even more doors for him, and I hate that simple truth. He’s just made things harder on himself.

  I hate that the kid is in this predicament and I feel really bad for being tough with him, but I can’t let him off easy. He can’t come asking for my help and then try to gloss over the crime he committed. I hope he does the right thing and comes clean. I really like him and want to see him do something with his life, not end up a deadbeat father, or a druggie like his mom, living a life of crime.

  Helping troubled students like Zach gives my life meaning, and it means a lot to me. There are times where I wish I could just wave my hand and change all of their lives for the better. Ha, if only such magic existed. The world would be a much better place. But sometimes... I just have to admit…