“Why is it that the men don’t have to wear see-through dresses?” I ask.
He chuckles. “I think the goal is for this place to have a sexy atmosphere. Tell me. Would it feel sexier to you if the men were wearing transparent dresses?”
I smirk. “Fair point.” Despite how much I’m trying to look like I’m taking the scene in stride, I’m truthfully just too overwhelmed to do anything but keep moving beside Tristan. It feels like I’m in an entirely different world. I would’ve expected a place like this to terrify me, but all I feel is an electric sense of excitement that has me wanting to see more.
“Want to see the auction?” he asks. He extends his arm toward a side room sectioned off by a red curtain. “For old time’s sake.”
I let him guide me into the area, where a few dozen people are seated at tables scattered around a stage like I’d expect to see in a dinner theater. A beautiful young woman in a sequined gold dress stands on stage while a man wearing a suit and a masquerade style mask speaks into a microphone.
“Two point five,” he says, pointing a gloved finger toward someone at a table in the corner who holds up a red card.
The bidding continues as Tristan leads me to a table at the back.
“Three?” asks the man with the microphone. “Going once. Going twice. Sold for two point five million to Mr. Fowler.”
I nearly choke on air at the number. “Is he serious?” I ask. “Is that just for a night with her?”
“No,” says Tristan. “These women put themselves up for auction. Potential bidders would’ve been given the details prior to the bidding, but for that figure I imagine she offered herself as a trial submissive. That would usually give the bidder several weeks to enjoy her. At the end of the trial it would be up to her and the bidder to decide if they wanted to continue the relationship or not.”
I watch with a mixture of fascination and horror as the woman heads backstage and the man with the microphone follows after her. “How is this legal?”
“Strictly speaking, it’s probably not. But the members of this club are some of the most powerful men and women in the country. There are significant steps taken to keep the things that happen here private.”
“What if he takes advantage of her or tries to hurt her?”
“She’s not exposing herself to any more risk than if she were to go home with a stranger she met in a bar. There will be an exit interview with one of the club managers who will make sure both parties agree on the deal before it’s finalized, too.” He leans forward with a grin. “I forget how sheltered you are. You should see the look on your face.”
I consciously force my features into a more neutral expression. “Okay, I might be sheltered, but I’m going to go ahead and bet that the majority of normal people would be a little surprised to see what I just saw. Women don’t normally put themselves up for auction.”
“You bought me at an auction,” he says.
I glare at him. “A charity auction. And that was an auction for a date. Not for sex.”
“Not all of these auctions are for sex, either. BDSM doesn’t have to involve sex. For some it’s just the power dynamic that gets them off with or without touching.”
“What about it gets you off?” I ask, wincing when I realize I actually just asked him that. “Sorry,” I say, covering my eyes with my hand like it will do any good to shield me from my embarrassment. “I don’t know where my head is right now. This is all so much to take in, it’s just—”
“It’s fine. And it’s okay for you to ask.” He leans forward with both elbows on the table and a dark expression on his face. “Control gets me off. When I think about you giving me control and submitting, that’s all I really need. All the other bells and whistles of the lifestyle, those are just tools. Sometimes a paddle might help you remember to surrender your ego and let me take command. Other times you might need to be bound and gagged. A blindfold might keep you focused on exactly what I want you to focus on.”
I swallow hard, throat feeling suddenly tight. “I see.”
“You know the strange part?” he asks. “Until you, I always thought I just needed to wrestle control from a woman one time. I thought the drug for me was that single shift of power. But for some reason I’ve been thinking about all the things I want to do to you.”
“Is that why you brought me here?” I ask to buy time more than anything else. He’s so forward and direct that I can’t even gather my own thoughts and decide how I feel about any of this quickly enough.
“I brought you here because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About what happened the night after the auction. About how fucking good it felt to take your submission.”
“What did you think would happen tonight?” I ask breathlessly.
“I’m not sure,” he says, sliding his hand up my thigh beneath the table. “But I know I’m not going to be able to stop unless you tell me to.”
“Anybody could see,” I say, putting my hand beneath the table to try to stop him.
“They could,” he says, inching his lips toward my neck. “But I you’ll have to ask yourself if you’d rather let me do what I can to you in public, or if you want to trust me alone behind a locked door.”
“What if,” I say, sucking in a shocked breath as his hand overpowers mine and presses against my quickly dampening panties. “What if I tell you to take me home.”
“Then you’ll get what you want. But that’s not what you want, is it, treasure?”
The pet name sends chills across my body and I can’t help arching my head back, exposing my neck to more of his kisses. “I don’t know what I want anymore,” I say. It’s the truth. Everything feels so raw. I can’t make myself believe some disaster won’t keep me from getting custody of Cole or that something won’t come between this fragile but intense connection between Tristan and I. Good things in my life have always seemed to be momentary. The temptation to sink into Tristan’s touch and let this moment be what it is nearly overwhelms me, but an almost paralyzing fear is just on the other edge of that temptation.
“You don’t have to know what you want,” he whispers against my neck. “All you have to do is submit. Give me control and I’ll show you what you want. I’ll give you what you need.”
Submit. I’ve spent so long clinging to my own tentative sense of control that surrender feels terrifying. But I remember how good it felt to surrender control to him on the night of the auction. Letting go was a sweet release, like it opened up my body to every imaginable pleasure.
“I can’t,” I say. “I have to think about Cole first. You and I can’t get involved…”
“Then don’t get involved with me,” he growls. “Just submit. Give me control for tonight. Nothing more.”
“Just tonight?” I ask. I feel dirty for wanting it, but I do. I want another free night. Another chance to feel his passion without the consequences. I can’t risk getting in a relationship with him. Not now. Relationships end, and I can’t risk that happening before everything finalizes with Cole. I have to remember that.
“Just tonight,” he says.
“Okay,” I breathe. “I’m yours. But can we go back to the private room?”
He chuckles. “You don’t get to make requests, treasure. You just get a night you’ll never fucking forget.”
He presses his fingers to my pussy and I press myself back against the cushioned seat, feet digging into the ground. I brace my whole body against the sudden and overwhelming pleasure, not just of his touch but of the sense of complete surrender, of letting a man decide when and how to please me and of letting the real world slip away until it’s nothing but a memory.
“You’re so wet for me. You wanted this more than you admit,” he says, punctuating his words with hot kisses on the sensitive skin of my neck.
My eyes wander the room, searching for some kind of confirmation that no one notices us at the back table while Tristan gropes me, but I see more than a few knowing looks and grins as couples take notice. It
’s all I can do not to stop him and ask him to take me somewhere private. Knowing other people can see me in such a private moment is mortifying, but it feels so good I don’t think I can stop him.
As his fingers move more quickly and his hand finds its way inside my panties, a dirty thrill starts to build in me from being watched. I see anonymous faces and the hints of arousal in their expressions from watching us. I see men reaching to feel at the women they are with and couples begin to kiss.
For a bemused moment, I try to imagine what Jamie would think if she saw me right now, but my awareness of anything except Tristan’s hands and mouth against my skin is rapidly fading. Soon I barely even notice the other people in the room or their eyes on us. I forget that I should be ashamed to do something like this in public and that getting involved with him could jeopardize my ability to adopt Cole. Just one more time. That’s what he said, at least. I’m more worried about whether I’ll be able to sleep with Tristan again and still keep myself from wanting more.
His fingers curl inside me, snapping my focus to the building pressure of what must be the world’s quickest orgasm. He knows exactly where to touch, when to move his fingers quickly or softly and how to kiss me to keep me riding the edge just before my orgasm comes bursting free. He kisses his way up my neck and finds my mouth with his, warm tongue teasing my own as his free hand spears my hair and holds me still so I couldn’t escape even if I wanted.
“You think I’m going to let you cum where everyone can see, treasure?” he asks.
“I think you’re going to do what you want,” I whisper.
He chuckles. “You’re learning. That’s good.”
He slides his fingers out of me and brings one of the two he was using to his mouth. With a casual flick of his tongue, he licks my juices from his finger and grins, offering me the other finger. I lock eyes with him as I take it in my mouth and suck my own moisture from him, savoring the dirty thrill as I can taste my own pussy on his fingers.
“But no,” he says. “They only get a tease. The rest of you is for me and me alone. Come,” he says, standing and extending a hand as nonchalantly as if we had just paid the bill for our meal and were headed home for the night.
I’m acutely aware of the eyes following us as he leads me back toward the room where I changed into the transparent dress. It’s a testament to how far out of my comfort zone he has already taken me that I’m not even thinking about the fact that I’m basically walking around in my underwear in a room full of strangers. No, I’m more focused on the fact that I just let a near-stranger finger fuck me in front of said room full of strangers.
Inside the room, I expect him to push me against the wall and continue kissing me passionately or to throw me down on the couch, but his demeanor changes once the door is closed. He looks strangely calm. As if he’s in no hurry at all, he lifts one arm and begins to adjust the cuff of his shirt beneath his suit sleeve. “Get on the table,” he says firmly. “Now,” he snaps.
I do a half-jump, moving quickly to the leather table that has harnesses and straps dangling from it. It’s a little high, but I’m able to kick my leg over and climb on without losing too much dignity in the process.
“Remove your dress,” he says.
I do as he says, watching him closely all the while. He’s methodically taking off his own clothes and setting them on the hangers in the closet.
“No,” he says quickly when I reach for my bra strap. “No,” he repeats with a slightly sinister inflection. “You disobeyed me, treasure.” He strips his tie off almost like he’s upset with me.
I scoot back on the table, suddenly afraid but the aftershocks of pleasure are still running through me so powerfully I couldn’t say the safe word if I tried right now. I’m too dialed in to this experience to want it to stop, no matter how much he stretches my limits.
“Down,” he growls, forcing me down on my back and then quickly strapping the wrist and ankle restraints around me. He gives each a firm tug until I can barely move. He reaches beneath the table and releases some kind of latch that sends the entire table tilting backwards until I’m angled where my head is closer to the ground and my feet are angled slightly up. Blood rushes to my head, making my thoughts feel sluggish after a few seconds.
“I was going to eat that perfect pussy of yours to reward you for being such a good girl out there, but you couldn’t do as you were told. You thought you would take your bra off and deprive me of the pleasure, did you?”
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I thought—”
“You are mine tonight,” he says in a low husk just inches from my ear. “You don’t think tonight. You only do as I say, when I say.” As if to take the edge off his words, he softens his voice and whispers now. “You won’t regret surrendering to me, treasure. Let go.”
I nod my head.
He rubs a hand across my cheek from where he stands over me, upside down from my perspective. His dress shirt is partially unbuttoned so I can see the crease of muscle from his chest, but he’s otherwise still almost completely dressed. He drops his hands to his zipper and undoes his fly.
“You’re going to suck my cock until I tell you to stop.”
“Upside down?”
“I said you needed to be punished, didn’t I?”
He undoes his belt and drops his pants, freeing his already-hard cock and positioning it in front of my mouth. I don’t bother telling him I’ve never given a guy head before, let alone tried to do it upside down. I open my mouth and wait, because I’m too constrained to move any closer to him.
12
Tristan
I have her exactly where I want her. Exactly where I told myself I wouldn’t have her ever again. But fuck my intentions. I left all that at the door when I invited her to this club. I knew exactly what was going to happen and exactly what I wanted to happen.
Just this once. One more time inside that sweet pussy of hers. One more taste. And I’ll pray to God that’s enough. I’ll hope it’s enough to keep me from wanting to take more from Stephanie, from dragging her into the darkness of my world and corrupting her.
Her eyes are closed, long lashes curved and thick, breasts heavy and threatening to slip up and out of her bra from the way I have the table tilted back. She has her mouth open for me, lips wet and ready. Such a perfect little submissive.
I ease my cock forward, letting her feel the tip of my length against her bottom lip and waiting to see what she’ll do. A shockwave runs through me as her hot tongue laps out against the head of my cock. “Hungry little treasure, aren’t you?” I ask with a groan.
“Mmm,” she moans, taking in more of me as I inch closer to her, savoring the tight, hot ring of her lips around me.
I can tell it’s her first time from the way she struggles to get her teeth out of the way at first, but teeth or not, I’m savoring every second. Before long, she manages to open wider for me so all I feel is the slick pressure of her lips around me and the warm wetness of her tongue swirling around me
I grip her hair into a tight fist and lean back, urging her to take more of me until I know I’m as deep into her as she can handle. She uses what leverage she has to move her mouth up and down my length, giving me the most terrific view of her perfectly innocent mouth as it’s filled with my cock.
I let her go to work for as long as I can handle, but when she starts to letting out little vibrating moans through my cock with each languishing movement of her mouth, I can’t take anymore. I pull my cock free of her mouth and tear her underwear off in seconds. Two quick pops of the nylon is all it takes and she’s completely naked for me, pussy glistening in the faint light.
My cock is throbbing to be inside her already, but I’m not going to let her cum until she knows how completely she belongs to me, even if it’s just for tonight.
I strip out of my remaining clothing before tilting the table so she’s lying flat on her back again and completely parallel with the ground. I lift myself up onto the table and let my hard cock
lay just against her waiting heat as I look down into her eyes. I can see the hunger and need written all over her face. She’s so ready to have me fuck her it probably hurts, but I want more. The old, dark desire to assert my control is rising up more powerfully than ever, even if it’s only to prove to myself that I am the one in charge here. It’s not like all those years ago when that woman…
Fuck. I shake my head slightly as if it will jostle the memory out of my consciousness. I don’t want to think about that now.
My grip tightens on the edge of the table where I’m holding myself up to keep from putting all my weight on her. “You are going to show me you’ve submitted by trusting me with everything,” I say.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
With one hand, I guide my cock into her entrance, not answering her question, yet, as I let myself get lost in the blindingly good sensation of her tight, hot pussy clenching around my cock. She’s so fucking wet I can hear my cock sliding into her, inch by inch. I take my time, letting her walls adjust as her virgin pussy has to remember how to accommodate so much size. “I’m going to squeeze here,” I say, gently placing my other hand over her neck. “I won’t be squeezing hard enough for it to hurt.” I punctuate my words with a few slow, easing thrusts of my cock, which make her arch her back and moan, even as her eyes are watching me with anticipation and panic.
“But,” I continue, “it will restrict your oxygen intake at the right time. Your brain will go into a temporary state called hypoxia. The combination of hypoxia and the orgasm I’m going to make you have will be like no rush you’ve ever felt. All you have to do is trust me, treasure.”
She waits several long moments until I think she’s about to refuse me, but she finally nods her head. “I trust you,” she whispers.
I don’t need any more permission, and I start fucking her like I’ve been waiting to fuck her since the moment she walked out of my house that night months ago. The table keeps her legs spread nicely for me and her arms up and over her head, but she does her best to squirm and writhe with her moans as I plow my cock deeper and deeper into her.
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