Desire's Awakening

by Gail DeYoung

  “Wait a minute. She’s my sub. I need to talk to her.”

  The Domme gave him a frustrated look. “Make it quick. We’ve got a show to run here, you know.”

  “Yes, I know. Okay.”

  Damien led Melissa aside so they could talk without an audience.

  “I’m searching for Kaitlin. Have you seen her?”

  Melissa nodded, her eyes glassy from crying.

  “Yes Sir. Victor pulled her out of line and took her through that curtain over there. He gagged her so she couldn’t yell. I tried to tell the Mistress in charge of the line, but she was too busy to listen to me. I was worried because I had no way to warn you, Sir.”

  “Thank you.” He ran in the direction she indicated and prayed he was not too late. Stopping along the way, he asked several people if they had seen anyone leaving. A woman remembered seeing a Dom dragging a struggling sub out of the building a few minutes ago. The witnesses pointed in the direction that they had left. Though Corinne was not spotted with Victor, Damien’s gut feeling told him that she was involved somehow.

  Running as swiftly as he could down the hallway, Damien cursed his stupidity for bringing both Corinne and Kaitlin to the same auction. After all the signals Corinne gave him regarding her dislike for Kat, including her tete-a-tete with Victor at the party a couple of weeks ago, he should have suspected they were in cahoots and were a threat to Kat.

  He burst outside the Castle and searched among the crowd milling about on the street for Victor’s vehicle. He looked right and left, hoping for some sign that they were still in the vicinity. His heart lurched when he saw a man and woman dragging a struggling sub toward a vehicle. Though it was a good distance away, it had to be them. He leaped over the crowd barricades and ran toward the silver Ford Expedition parked four blocks down the street.

  As he got closer, he recognized Victor and Corinne dragging Kaitlin toward the vehicle. She was struggling violently against them and digging in her heels on the pavement but losing ground steadily. How dare they kidnap her!

  He ran as if possessed. He had to catch them before they got into their vehicle. Cursing under his breath, he dodged in and out of the slow-moving crowd, occasionally bumping into people he passed on the sidewalk.

  “Stop! Let her go!” he yelled when he got within striking distance.

  Victor swung around to look at him. He pushed Kaitlin roughly into Corinne’s arms.

  “Here, put her in the car while I take care of this nuisance once and for all.”

  Damien saw Kat struggle even harder in Corinne’s arms, but because her arms were tied behind her back, she couldn’t break free. She couldn’t even speak to him with that gag in her mouth. His heart went out to her.

  “You’re not taking her anywhere!” Damien screamed as he jumped at Victor.

  “Oh yes, I am and you’re not going to stop me!”

  “Over my dead body!”

  “I can accommodate that!” Victor took off his long black coat and dropped it to the ground, exposing a thick chain wrapped over his shoulder. He pulled it off and swung it around his head like a lariat.

  “Come and get it.” The hard, determined look on his face told Damien it was not going to be easy to get Kat away from her captors.

  Damien rushed the chain-swinging Victor. He dodged the heavy chain just in time and it wrapped around a street post, clanging loudly. Moving swiftly, he grabbed it and yanked it out of Victor’s hands. Before Victor could pick it back up, Damien charged with his head down, crashing into his enemy’s torso, knocking the breath from his body and tumbling to the ground with him.

  Damien was vaguely aware of a crowd gathering around them, cheering them on. They each struggled to gain superiority, punching one another in the face and kicking their legs. They rolled over and over on the sidewalk, muscles straining. Damien got a few well-placed hits on Victor’s face and he heard bone crack. Victor’s mouth bled and he spat out a tooth. That only made Victor angrier and he fought back harder.

  When Victor gained superiority over Damien’s still body, Corinne threw a knife to him. He grabbed it and tried to stab Damien. Damien struggled to keep the sharp tip of the knife aimed at his heart from making contact with his chest. He gritted his teeth and growled at Victor. Finally, Damien’s superior strength forced the knife out of Victor’s hand and it rattled to the ground out of reach.

  Though still pinned beneath the larger Dom, Damien twisted to reach for the chain when Victor bent over to retrieve the knife. The chain lay inches beyond his grasp. Damien balled his hands together and crashed his fists down hard on Victor’s neck. The big Dom fell face-down on the ground. Damien struggled desperately to reach the chain before Victor recovered and was grateful when a bystander kicked the chain to him.

  Victor rose up and turned over in time to be hit in the head with the chain. The skin near his right eye split open. Blood pooled in that eye, forcing Victor to pause to wipe it away to clear his vision. Damien took advantage of the moment to wrap the chain around Victor’s neck and pull hard. Victor tried to pry the chain away from his throat by clawing at it but did not succeed. Finally weakening and gasping for breath, he gurgled out his response.

  “All right, all right. You win. You can have her! Let me go before you kill me.”

  Damien released the chain and stood over Victor. The crowd cheered.

  “Get up! I could turn you in for attempted kidnapping, you know. But I just want you out of town. And I don’t ever want to see your ugly face ever again. You better be gone by morning.”

  Victor stood shaking and clasping his throat. He was a bloody mess. He nodded his head.

  “You still owe me a sub, Damien, so I’m taking Corinne,” he growled.

  “She’s yours. You deserve each other. Now get the hell out of here.” Victor picked up his coat from the ground and walked to the driver’s side of his truck.

  Damien went to the truck and opened the passenger door. He lifted Kaitlin into his arms. He saw Corinne sitting in the backseat, a look of sheer disgust on her face. Victor crawled into the driver’s seat and closed the door.

  “You win, Damien. I hope you’re happy. Good luck with your bitch!” Victor spat at him.

  “Same to you!” Damien closed the door and Victor sped off with Corinne.

  “Good riddance!”

  Damien slid Kaitlin down to the ground and removed her blindfold, gag and rope. She smiled up at him.

  “Sir, thank you. I was sure I’d never see you again, Sir.”

  He placed his hands on both sides of her head, looking at the beautiful, courageous sub.

  “I’m not that easy to get rid of.” He leaned down and kissed her tenderly. The crowd cheered. He looked around and smiled, nodding his head in thanks.

  “We’ve come this far. Let’s get it over with. Come on, we have an auction to attend.” Taking her hand in his, he led her back into the castle. When he got to the line, he turned her over to the Domme in charge of leading the girls on stage. Kat turned eyes bright with tears toward him.

  “Sir, I…um… just wanted to tell you…”

  “I know. You don’t have to say anything.”

  “But…”

  Damien walked away from her and joined his friend in the audience. He was pleased to note that Melissa was seated next to Tim. He smiled warmly at her and she smiled back at him.

  “Good job. And you did it all by yourself. I’m proud of you. Congratulations, my friend.”

  “Thanks to you. Is everything all right, Sir?” Timothy pointed to the bruises on his face and arms. “It looks as if you ran into a train.”

  “No, just Victor. But he’s hurting a lot more than I am. Everything’s going to be all right very soon. Watch.” He nodded to the stage and the announcer called out Kaitlin’s statistics.

  “Here we go folks, this one almost got lost, but we found her. She’s a native Floridian…a local no less and she’s twenty-five years old.” He led her over to the center of the stage and turned he
r around for everyone to see.

  “She’s quite the beauty, isn’t she? Look at these lovely piercings. Why, you could just have hours of fun leading her around with these.” He tugged on the dangling gold chain and Kat jumped. “And this one is fully trained and ready to serve. Do I hear an opening bid? Ten thousand? Yes Sir. Twelve thousand, okay. Oh, there’s another for fifteen thousand. No, now I have eighteen thousand. Now twenty thousand. Do I have any more bids? Twenty thousand dollars going once, going twice, sold for twenty thousand dollars to the gentlemen holding number seven hundred eighty-eight.”

  Kat was led to the edge of the stage and stood waiting for her new owner. The bright lights shone in her eyes. It wasn’t until she reached the bottom of the stairs that she was able to see her new Master for the first time. It was Damien! He accepted her leash from the announcer.

  “It was you?” she said incredulously. “You bid on me? I thought you wanted to get rid of me.” Tears trickled down her cheeks. He swiped them away.

  “Shh, shh, easy now. Why would I want to get rid of you? I love you, Kaitlin. I knew it from the moment our eyes met. I had to do it this way to make it legal. I’m tired of being accused of taking advantage of my position to get what I want, so I figured I’ll just pay for your training package and get it over with.”

  He pulled a new collar out of his pocket and displayed it to her.

  “Kat, will you accept this collar and be my submissive?”

  “Oh yes Sir! I would love to be yours!” Tears of happiness slid down her cheeks.

  “And I want to be your Master.” He brushed away the tears with his thumbs. Just saying the words freed him from the pain and suffering he had gone through during the past two weeks.

  “Sir, I love you so much! I’m so sorry for what happened.”

  He placed his fingertips against her lips. “Shhh. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you accept me as your Master.”

  “Oh Sir, I do! I do, Sir!”

  “Then what do you say? Let’s get out of here and do some celebrating of our own in my bedroom. I have this great technique that I’ve wanted to try on you. It involves some pink fur-covered handcuffs, a bottle of wine and some ice.”

  He placed her hand in the crook of his arm and they headed for the door.

  “Sounds like our kind of play, Sir.”

  About the Author

  Author Gail DeYoung has been involved with many aspects of the romance industry for nearly twenty years. She currently lives in Florida with her two children and her cat.

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