His Domain

by Ashe Barker, Katy Swann, Rosalie Stanton, Lucy Felthouse, Anarie Brady, Rose C. Carole

  He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her from her feet, laughing. He set her back down after swinging her around in a circle, then dropped to one knee. He held out a ring and said, “I had no idea why I was compelled to make this ring, but now I understand. It’s a rough black diamond crossed and bound by cut stones of superior quality in the shape of a St. Andrew’s cross. It symbolizes both my love for you and your submission to me. Will you wear this as both your promise to marry to me and as your submissive collar?”

  Rather than answering, Alice nodded, tears flowing down her cheeks, and held out her left hand. It was a perfect fit.

  Vincent kissed the back of her hand then said, “I believe you disobeyed me earlier, Miss Alice, when you hesitated after a direct order to follow me. That deserves a proper punishment, does it not?”

  Alice grinned and answered, “Yes, Mr. Vanderson, it does.”

  “In that case, march your gorgeous, naked ass back into the house and up to the Room,” he ordered.

  About the Author

  I’ve wanted to be a published writer all my life but have not had the courage, until recently, to actually submit my writings anywhere. I was raised in a very conservative, Catholic family in a very conservative Mid-Western small town (St. Louis is the closest city!). I’ve always been a bit of a rebel—wanting to forge my own path, state my own opinions. Erotic romances give me an outlet for both.

  I also enjoyed writing poetry, but I am finding even more fulfilment in writing erotic stories. What else do I love to do? Cook, eat chocolate, drink wine or Jameson, listen to Celtic music, spend time with my amazing sons and sexy as hell husband, and entertain friends.

  Email: anariebrady@gmail.com

  Anarie loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.

  Also by Anarie Brady

  Conquest of a Fairy

  Pleasure: Tasting Pleasure

  Pleasure: What’s Your Pleasure?

  Pleasure: Discovering Pleasure

  THE AUCTION

  Rose C. Carole

  Dedication

  To Wednesday, who inspired me with her beautiful dance.

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Sex on Fire: Caleb Followill, Nathan Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill

  Chapter One

  Jenna stood looking at the scraps of fabric that were supposed to be her outfit for the evening and sighed. There was no way around it. David had been so excited when he’d spied the outfit on a mannequin in the flea market. But the mannequin had represented a size six, so when the elaborate scarves with the metal bells—which were supposed to go around the waist of a belly dancer so they jangled when she danced—had been draped around the figure like a bikini, one for the top and one for the bottom, it had looked beautiful. But Jenna wasn’t a size six—she was more like a sixteen. At least she had been able to convince David that she needed two scarves for each piece.

  Jenna tied the first two scarves together and wrapped them around her waist. The front wasn’t too bad. Thankfully it came to the tops of her thighs and covered her completely. But the back allowed her ass cheeks to peek from below, and there was no way David was going to allow her panties, so she was going to be flaunting her backside. Oh well, of all her features to be exposed, she was more comfortable with that one.

  The top was a bit tricky. Her ample breasts were hard to contain when she pulled the scarves from around her back up over her breasts and tied them like a halter top. This was not like a bra, holding her in securely. She would have to be careful that the top stayed in place or she would slip out for all to see. Ugh!

  She wasn’t happy about this whole auction thing, anyway. It was common practice in BDSM dungeons to auction people off for play. It was a way for people to get to know one another in a fun environment, and the auctions always had a great turnout. But Jenna had never participated other than as a spectator, not wanting to put herself up there with all those cute young things who looked so tempting. It would be too embarrassing when no one bid on her. She was the type who was much better when you got to know her. It was how she’d gotten involved with David. They’d met at a munch, then for coffee a few times, and finally they’d played in the club.

  Now David, who had collared her a year ago, was going to put her up for auction. She had tried to talk him out of it, but he was proud of her and wanted to show her off. He was the auctioneer so he had control over the situation. He would also be sure to supervise any play that happened after the auction—in fact, he planned to participate—and he would be careful to restrict what kind of play they would engage in. It would all be delineated on her auction application form. Despite her reluctance, he was her Dom, and as long as she wasn’t in danger of getting hurt or going against her hard limits, she would do what he wanted. Truth be told , she was torn between excitement and dread.

  She removed the outfit, put it in her bag and donned her street clothes for the trip to the club. The fantasy rooms that were usually closed to the members of the Lair because they were used by paid, professional Dommes were being opened for the evening. She had only seen them once before. There was a schoolroom, a medical office, a dungeon-like room with stone walls, an interrogation room and a Victorian bedroom. The biggest room was a harem room, and the auction was going to take place there.

  David was waiting for her downstairs, holding his own bag with his toys and his outfit, except for his leather kilt, which was on a hanger and draped over his shoulder.

  “Ready?” he asked, his voice full of anticipation.

  “I guess so. I wish you would at least rethink my outfit. I feel so much better in a corset. And most of the other women will be wearing one, as well.”

  David sidled up to her, pressing his body against hers and kissing her softly on the cheek.

  “I don’t care what others are wearing. I love you in that outfit. You look so hot.”

  Jenna rolled her eyes at him. She could afford the disrespectful gesture since David’s hands were full and he couldn’t swat her ass. But she moved away from him anyway after she did it. She could never quite predict how he would react. He kept her on her toes, which made their relationship very intoxicating, even two years in. David just raised his eyebrows at her, which she knew meant, You’ll pay for that later.

  “C’mon. I don’t want to be late. I have to go through all the applications for the auction and make sure I’m familiar with each person when it’s their turn.”

  He led her out of the house. It was time to face the music.

  * * * *

  The locker room was buzzing when Jenna stepped inside. As she’d suspected, most of the women were wearing corsets, helping one another lace up the backs so they were cinched in tight. She pulled out her skimpy outfit and put it on carefully, tucking herself in as best she could.

  “Oh my god, Jen, that’s fabulous!” her friend Brigid exclaimed when she walked up to her locker to put away her street clothes.

  “Of course you’d think so. You don’t have to wear it.”

  “No, really. Come look at yourself in the mirror.” Brigid led her over to the cheval mirror in the corner. “See, it wraps you up like a beautiful package.”

  Jenna didn’t quite believe her. All she could see were her dimpled thighs and her thick middle. She knew in her heart that David loved the way she looked, but it was a struggle to keep the faith when she looked at herself in the mirror. She wished for once she could really see what David saw. At least the vibrant cobalt-blue color suited her, bringing out the blue in her eyes.

  “Okay, so you don’t believe me. Just look at David’s face when he sees you in that outfit. Then you’ll know.”

  Of course, that was one way of getting David’s point of view, the way she’d relied on up till now.

  “Let’s go.
David will be waiting for me. Are you going up for auction?”

  “Sure. I love it. I always have a good time.”

  “I envy your confidence to get up there. I’m frightened to death.”

  Brigid grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the locker room. “Be courageous, my girl. Look on the bright side. You have David watching out for you.”

  Jenna nodded. “I guess. But he has more faith in me than I have in myself.”

  Just then, David walked over. Brigid gave him a hug and a big smile. “Make sure you sing my praises when I get up there,” she told him. “I want to go for a lot of money. It makes the Dom who buys me feel like he has to put a lot of effort into the scene since he paid so much for me.”

  David laughed heartily. “Really? Even though it’s fake club money?”

  “Yup. I guess it’s psychological. See you later. I have to go fill out my form.”

  Brigid hurried off to the front desk to get her auction application. David turned to Jenna, an admiring look on his face.

  “You look incredible, babe. C’mere and give me a kiss.”

  As soon as she stepped closer to him, he enveloped her in his arms. She lifted her lips to meet his just as he ran his hands along the fabric barely covering her ass, making the little bells jingle. She tried to pull away, but he held her tighter.

  “Relax, Jenna. We’re here to have fun. I want you to enjoy this. Will you just trust me and go with the flow?”

  She curled into him, soaking up his warmth and gaining confidence from his words. What the hell was wrong with her? She was the owner of her own real estate company and she had the most wonderful Dom in the world. Why couldn’t she just relax and enjoy herself? As long as he thought she was beautiful, what did anyone else’s opinion matter, even her own?

  “Yes, Sir. I do trust you. I’m ready.”

  He kissed her passionately, tongue and all, then released her.

  “Let’s go fill out your auction form.”

  Ramping up her enthusiasm, she followed him to a table and sat down next to him. He pulled out her application.

  “Okay. ‘Name, Jenna. Orientation, submissive. Open to male or female top. Looking for mild-to-medium impact play with paddle, flogger and crop. You will be co-topping with her Dom. Hard limits, no whips or canes, no broken skin. Duration of play, one hour.’”

  David looked at her. “Anything I left out that you want to add?”

  “I can’t think of anything. You’re going to be with us, so I’m not worried they’ll step out of line.”

  “Me, either. You’re free to wander around while I look at the rest of the applications. The interviews will start in about a half hour.”

  He kissed her once again and went over to the front desk to pick up the other applications. She walked over to a couch and sat down, not yet comfortable walking around in her outfit. And the worst was yet to come, standing in a line while potential buyers walked around looking her over and asking questions before the auction started.

  She was soon joined on the couch by Josh, a friend she knew from the organization that ran the munches and private parties she attended. He was a nice guy, and she knew he had a crush on her, but he was a submissive who often asked her if she thought she would want to top someone—not something she was into. Josh had a reputation for giving the best massages in town. It was why he always got the highest bids. At the previous auction, she’d almost won him but had been outbid at the last minute. Maybe next time she’d be able to find out what everyone was always raving about.

  “Are you going up for auction, Jenna? You look dressed for it.”

  “Yes. David decided he wants to auction me off. I’m kind of nervous.”

  Josh gave her a look of sympathy. “Don’t think too much about it. I never thought I’d be the kind of guy women would bid on. It just matters what you have to offer and how into it you are. People want someone who’s going to put effort into the scene with them. It’s just for a short time. I’ll bet you’ll be surprised at what happens when you go up for sale.”

  “I guess I’ll see. All I can think about is the ignominy of being the last person picked for team sports at camp. I hope this doesn’t end up feeling like that.” She gave him what she hoped was a convincing smile. As they made small talk about some upcoming events, they were joined by other members of their organization, all of whom were excited about the event. By the time David crooked his finger at her from across the room, summoning her to his side, she had relaxed enough to begin to enjoy herself. She had to remember she was among friends.

  David grabbed the microphone and announced that the harem room was now open.

  “All those up for auction are to make their way to front of the room. Buyers, feel free to look all you want and question your prospective partners for the evening, but no touching! The auction will start in thirty minutes.”

  The crowd moved from their traditional play space into Bacchanal, the Pro Domme club. The harem room was large, the walls draped with exotic silk fabrics in Moroccan-style prints. The bright colors were repeated in the oversize pillows scattered about on benches that stair-stepped up the back and sides of the room, providing plenty of space for spectators to lounge. In the center of the room were two gilded pillars with chains and cuffs hanging from them, with a small pedestal in between. In front, where Jenna was directed to go, was an ornate, waist-high wrought-iron fence, which delineated the area where she was to stand. It could be awfully humiliating if she let it be. Fun, this is fun, she reminded herself.

  On her right stood a beautiful woman in her late twenties wearing a red brocade corset and black suede miniskirt. She was model-thin, with perfectly shaped legs, and looked like she’d stepped out of a magazine. In no time, she had men lined up to talk with her. Great, this was exactly the situation Jenna had worried about.

  On her left was a woman even heavier than she was. Her plentiful breasts seemed on the verge of spilling out from her midriff-baring blouse, and she wore billowing harem pants. She was the classic fat girl with a pretty face, and she only had a few perfunctory looks before potential buyers passed her over. Welcome to my world, Jenna thought.

  Jenna had a few men and women who seemed interested in her. She tried to smile confidently as they looked her up and down and made her turn.

  “Are you into pain?” asked one particularly rough-looking guy covered in tattoos. Even knowing that David would be with her, she didn’t want to give this guy any encouragement.

  “Not so much,” she replied, allowing herself to shrink back from him in what she hoped was a timid enough move to ward him off.

  “Too bad,” he told her. “I’d like to see your flesh quiver under my lash.”

  “And no whips,” she interjected quickly, hoping that would put him off even more.

  It worked. He turned and moved on to another full-figured woman farther down the line. Well, David was into what he liked to call ‘deliciously fleshy women’, so she had to believe other men were, as well, although the slim woman on her right was still getting the most attention.

  * * * *

  Finally, what Jenna thought of as the cattle call was over. The auction was about to begin. David commandeered the center of the room, looking so handsome in his black dress shirt, black leather kilt, knee socks and dress shoes. She knew he didn’t have anything on under that kilt and she couldn’t wait to get her hands on what was underneath.

  “Ladies and gentleman, our auction is about to begin. I ask that you take your seats on the comfortable cushions positioned around the perimeter of the room. If you win someone in the auction, he or she will come sit by you until the auction is over. Then you can negotiate your scene—within the parameters of the stipulations that were delineated when you made your bid—and play will begin in the main playroom and throughout the other fantasy rooms open for the evening. Jake, Ryan and Bob—the guys with the red vests—are our dungeon monitors for the evening. If anything goes wrong, look for them, and the club safe word
is red. Anyone calling red will have their scene stopped. Am I clear?”

  Buyers nodded their heads as they took their seats. David waited till everyone was in place and then called, “Emily, please step forward.”

  A voluptuous young woman ambled over to David, flirting at him with her eyes as well as her body. It was all Jenna could do to keep herself from yelling, ‘He’s mine.’ David treated her respectfully, motioning for her to step onto the pedestal between the pillars. A few whistles came from the crowd.

  “This lovely lady is Emily. She is a bottom who likes strong impact play, including singletails. She is only looking for a male play partner—sorry, ladies, you’ll have to wait for another one. She will play for as long as it takes to make her cry.”

  David stopped for a moment and came around to look her in the eyes.

  “Are you sure? That’s a bit of a challenge to throw out.”

  Emily nodded. “I’m a masochist, Sir. I like pain.”

  David nodded and stepped back. “The bidding starts at fifty dollars. Do I have a bid?”

  “One hundred dollars,” came from the rough-looking sadist who had talked to Jenna earlier. Since this young woman seemed suited to his kink, Jenna hoped he won the bid, which escalated to five hundred before he finally did win. She shuddered and wished Emily well. It wasn’t what she wanted, but she would never look down her nose at someone else’s desires.

  Next came a scantily clad, skinny young man who seemed to fold in on himself when he stood on the pedestal. Jenna’s heart went out to him. “This is Jesse. He’s into mild impact play and humiliation. You’ll have to talk with him to clarify what he means by that. Sorry, ladies, he’s also only looking for a man. I promise I’ll make sure we have someone you can bid on next. Jesse is willing to play for an hour. The bidding starts at fifty dollars.”