The Auction

by Claire Thompson

  Flicking off the remote, Adam reached for the toys. He crouched on the carpet between Carly’s knees. Pushing her legs wider, he stroked her cunt with lubricated fingers until she had to press her lips together to keep from moaning. With a knowing smile, he squirted more of the lubricant onto the silver balls and then inserted them, one by one, inside of her.

  Rising again, Adam held up the rubber butterfly. “This will serve as your underwear tonight. Stand up and pull it on, just like you would a pair of panties.”

  Standing carefully because of the butt plug, Carly took the offered vibrator and slipped her legs into the elastic ties, drawing them up to rest on her hips. Her dress remained hiked up around her waist. Reaching between her legs, Adam adjusted the position of the butterfly so it fit snugly between her labia, the underside nestled squarely against her clit. The elastic straps around her hips held the vibrator in place.

  This time when Adam pressed the remote, both the balls and the butterfly vibrated against and inside her, sending instant waves of stimulating pleasure through her body. Adam slid his finger over the wheel on the side of the remote, causing the vibrations to quicken and intensify.

  “Oooo,” Carly gasped, at once startled and aroused by the sensations, which were heightened by the phallus filling her ass.

  “Yes, oh.” Adam’s grin was evil. He flicked the remote off and placed it back into his pocket. “You can put your dress down.”

  Striding toward the door of the study, Adam reached behind it and removed his jacket from its hanger, draping it over one shoulder. Looking back at her, he said, “You have one job this evening, Carly. That is to behave with proper decorum while we’re out.” As he spoke, his hand slid into his pocket. The sudden vibrating hum and jiggle of the balls and butterfly at her sex made Carly gasp in startled surprise.

  It was, she realized with chagrin, going to be a long night.

  ~*~

  “We’ll both have le diner prix fixe,” Adam told the waiter, waving away the offered ala carte menus.

  “Très bien, Monsieur.” The elderly waiter offered a small, formal bow and retreated.

  The sommelier appeared with a bottle of white wine. Once he’d opened it, had Adam give his approval and then filled their glasses, he set the wine into an iced bucket and faded away.

  Adam reached for his glass and sipped. Carly did the same. “The food here is amazing,” he said. “I trust you don’t mind that I took the liberty of ordering for us both.” As he spoke, Adam slipped his free hand into his pocket and flicked the wheel of the remote to its lowest setting.

  Carly’s eyes widened, her lips pressing together as she took in what he’d done. Adam regarded her in amused silence as she shifted in her chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs, clearly trying to maintain her composure.

  The waiter returned with their first course, mackerel in a delicate wine sauce. Carly nodded to the waiter when he held the huge pepper grinder in her direction. Adam chose that moment to up the intensity on the remote, pulling a startled, breathless gasp from his companion.

  Abruptly the waiter pulled back. “My apologies, Madame. Too much pepper?”

  “No, no, it’s fine,” Carly managed, casting an anguished look in Adam’s direction. He only smiled and reached for his fork.

  When the waiter had once again discreetly melted into the background, Adam rolled the wheel back to low, just a vibrating whir to remind Carly of his control. Other than breathing a little more rapidly than normal, she managed to eat her fish with reasonable calm.

  Two waiters arrived with the braised lamb and vegetables, along with the sommelier bearing a bottle of red wine. As they hovered solicitously over the table, Adam turned up the intensity of Carly’s toys once again, watching as his slave girl struggled to keep her composure.

  All three men serving them kept casting surreptitious glances Carly’s way, no doubt admiring the flush on her creamy skin, the perk of those gorgeous nipples beneath her dress and the delightful way she was squirming in her seat. The youngest waiter stayed after the sommelier and the older Frenchman had gone, lingering unnecessarily, it seemed to Adam.

  “You may go,” Adam informed him. “We’ll let you know if we need anything else.”

  Carly had her hands on the table now, pressing down with open palms. Her eyes were closed, her face twisted in concentration. When the waiter had gone, she whispered urgently, “Please, Sir. Please. I’m going to come. I can’t help it. Please.”

  “If you do, I’ll punish you. And I won’t wait till we get home either. You’ll be punished right here in the restaurant.”

  Her eyes flew open, her hands clenching into fists. Adam glanced around them. They were seated in a private corner of the restaurant and the lighting was dim. As long as no waiter suddenly appeared, no one would witness what was happening at their table.

  Carly was visibly sweating now, a sheen on her flushed cheeks. Her hands were clenched in her lap and her body was shaking. “Oh, god. I can’t help it. Oh god…” A sweet whimper escaped her lips and she lifted a hand to her mouth, trying to stifle her small orgasmic cries.

  “Did you come?” Adam asked unnecessarily as he flicked off the remote.

  Sagging back against her chair, Carly nodded. “I’m sorry, Sir. I couldn’t help—”

  “Yes, yes, I know,” Adam interrupted, pretending to be annoyed. “You couldn’t help it. First thing tomorrow we’ll work on orgasm control, young lady. But for now, enjoy your food before it gets cold. Punishment comes afterwards.”

  That was mean, he knew, and Adam felt almost bad for having possibly ruined her ability to enjoy her meal, but, after a few hesitant bites, Carly began to eat, the incredible food no doubt overshadowing any anxiety about the impending punishment at least for the moment.

  As they shared their meal, Carly kept casting the occasional anxious look Adam’s way. Adam smiled benignly back at her. The younger waiter appeared every few minutes, refilling a water glass, offering fresh bread, topping off their wine, his eyes sliding hungrily over Carly when he thought no one was looking.

  When the main course was cleared, the older Frenchman appeared, a crisp white linen napkin over his arm, the younger waiter in tow just behind him. “Are you ready for your coffee and dessert, Monsieur?”

  “In a bit,” Adam replied, pushing back his chair. “We’re going to take some air. We’ll be back in about ten minutes.”

  “Très bien, Monsieur.” The man bowed while the younger waiter pulled Carly’s chair back for her. The waiters probably assumed they were going out for a smoke, but Adam led Carly back to the restrooms.

  There were five separate restrooms, each with its own private door. Inside was more like a small living room than a bathroom. There was a walled-off stall for the toilet. Along with a marbled sink, the small room contained a long, low sofa with a thickly-piled throw rug in front of it.

  Adam sat on the sofa and reached into the inner pocket of his jacket for the travel quirt he had placed there in anticipation of this delicious moment. “Lift your dress to your waist,” he ordered the still-standing girl, “and lie on your stomach over my lap.”

  Carly drew in her breath as she stared at the wicked leather whip in his hand, but did as he ordered. Adam could feel his cock rising beneath her body resting so sweetly on his, but now wasn’t the time for his pleasure.

  “Five strokes on each side. You will count.”

  The base of the butt plug was peeking from between her cheeks and he could just see the edges of the rubber butterfly pressed against her pussy. He thought about turning the toys on again, but decided that would distract from Carly’s focus on the quirt.

  Pressing one hand firmly against the small of her back to keep her steady, Adam brought the dual strips of stiff leather down hard against her ass. “One!” Carly gasped, as two small welts rose side by side on her skin, perpendicular to the satin garters.

  “Two! Oh!” she cried as the whip again met its target.

  “Keep you
r voice down,” Adam said, as he struck her again. “You don’t want them to hear you out there, do you?”

  When he was done, Adam pushed Carly gently from his lap, letting her roll to her knees on the rug. “Look at me,” he commanded.

  Carly lifted her face to him. Her eyes were bright with tears, her cheeks flushed, several escaped ringlets of hair framing her face. Adam wanted nothing more at that moment than to push her down to the ground and fuck her silly.

  Instead he stood, replacing the quirt in its inner pocket. He reached into an outer pocket and handed Carly the small pocketbook he’d allowed her to pack with lipstick and other feminine essentials. “Make yourself presentable and come back to the table. I’ll be waiting for you.”

  Once seated again, Adam nodded toward the hovering waiters. In a few minutes Carly returned to the table, fresh lipstick on her pretty mouth, her hair once again more or less in place. Adam hid his smile as he watched her lower herself gingerly to the chair, her bottom no doubt smarting from the whipping.

  Fresh raspberries with apricot honey cream were set before them along with china cups of steaming coffee and snifters of fine Cognac. As Carly speared a raspberry, Adam turned on the remote, causing her dessert fork to tinkle against the crystal bowl.

  Carly looked at him with a beseeching gaze, but he stared her down, silently daring her to protest. She took a deep breath and looked down. “Eat,” Adam admonished with a grin. “And try that brandy. It’s quite excellent.”

  Carly managed to eat several raspberries and even added cream and sugar to her coffee, though her hand trembled. She sipped at the brandy and Adam pushed the remote wheel higher, causing her to set her snifter down with a clunk as she gasped.

  Adam watched the play of emotion move over her flushed features—she wanted to protest, he could see that, but she, wisely, didn’t dare. A shudder moved through her body as she clutched and twisted the linen napkin in her lap.

  Adam sipped the strong coffee as he enjoyed her show, glad the jacket would hide the raging erection pulsing between his legs when they left the restaurant. “Come for me,” he finally said in a soft voice, rolling the wheel to high.

  Carly’s shudders had barely subsided when the young waiter approached, a silver coffee pot in his hand. “More coffee, Monsieur? Madame?” Though he addressed them both, the young man had eyes only for Carly, who had wrapped her arms around her torso, her chest still heaving from her recent orgasm.

  “No, thanks,” Adam said, holding out a credit card. “I think we’re all done here.”

  Chapter 8

  The room flickered in the candlelight, revealing vaulted ceilings and walls draped in flowing gold silk. The slave was dressed in swirling, sheer scarves that revealed as much as they hid, gold and silver chains at her wrists and ankles. She danced around him, her hair flying. He tried to see her face, but it was hidden beneath a veil. Several more women were kneeling around him as he lay back against the silk cushions.

  Adam lifted the goblet of hot, spiced wine to his lips, but forgot to drink as one of the slave girls lowered her head over his lap, closing soft lips over his erect shaft. Adam could feel his cock hardening to steel. He reached for the girl’s hair, which fell in long, silky ringlets. Gripping tightly, he pulled her head down, forcing her to take the full length of him.

  As cool fingers curled around his balls, Adam slowly opened his eyes. He was still caught in the web of his dream, though the woman at his groin was no dream. Lifting his head, Adam saw Carly’s tousled mop of curls bouncing against his stomach. His head fell back against the pillows and he closed his eyes again, letting the dream swirl back around him with the scents of cardamom and melting beeswax.

  Carly lowered her head, taking the full length of him. She was doing something amazing with her throat muscles against the head of his cock. Again Adam reached for handfuls of her hair, gripping the silky tresses and wrapping them around his knuckles.

  He held her in that position, aware she probably couldn’t breathe with his cock so far down her throat. The dream burned away in the face of Adam’s lust. How long could she hold her breath before she began to struggle and push against him? How obedient was she? Would she let him hold her there until she passed out?

  When he let her go, she reared back, sucking in a gasping breath, but then she plunged back down, suckling and stroking his shaft with increased fervor, her silky tresses flying over his skin. Adam felt the rise of an orgasm, his balls tightening with expectation. He realized he didn’t want to come yet.

  “Slow down,” he murmured. “Make it last.” He pushed gently at her head, and Carly obeyed, releasing her suckling grip. She began to kiss his cock with closed lips, light, feathery kisses that almost tickled as she moved from head to base and back again.

  She was crouched between his spread thighs on the mattress, and now she scooted back, changing her focus to Adam’s balls, which she took one at a time into her mouth, gently licking the sensitive skin. As she moved, Adam felt a hard nipple brush his thigh. His cock twitched as he imagined sucking each nipple in turn to a shiny pink pebble. He started to reach down to pull her up to him so he could do just that, but stopped himself in time. Carly was not his lover, but his paid slave girl, and she was doing the morning task she had been assigned, nothing more.

  Letting his eyes close, Adam contented himself with the pleasure of her tongue and soft fingers moving over his cock and balls. He felt her shifting between his legs and she put her hands on his thighs, gently pushing them farther apart. Moving her head lower against him, Adam felt her tongue gliding along his perineum as she pushed up against his thighs with surprising strength.

  The touch of her hot, wet tongue against his asshole sent a jolt of confused pleasure rippling through Adam’s loins. Carly rimmed his asshole for several seconds, her hands finding and gripping his shaft and balls as she licked. He hadn’t asked for that. He wasn’t even sure what he thought about it.

  He stopped thinking when the tip of her tongue pressed its way past the ring of muscle while her hands continued to milk his cock until he moaned, a low feral sound pulled from somewhere deep inside him.

  Carly was moaning too—soft breathy sounds as she licked and stroked him, her hips undulating against the mattress as if she were riding an invisible cock. Forgetting his resolve, Adam reached for the girl, pulling her body upward and twisting her so he could get at the sweetmeat between her legs.

  She groaned as he lapped at her silky folds. His nostrils filled with the delicate sweetness of her musk and he gripped her hips to hold her there. Carly was twisting against him, her hot, wet mouth finding his cock. Her lips moved with perfect suction over his throbbing shaft as he buried his face between her legs. He flicked his tongue against the hard nubbin at her center, teasing around it in looping circles until she squealed against his shaft, tremors moving through her body.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she began to cry. And then, “Please, Sir, oh! May I come, oooo…” She closed her lips again around his cock, her body shaking.

  Adam stopped his kisses long enough to respond. “Yes. Come for me, slave girl.” She shuddered against him, though her mouth remained sheathed around his shaft. He could feel the pulse at her clit, which was hard as a small marble against his tongue.

  Adam felt a slim finger slipping into his ass just as the tide of a blinding orgasm crashed through him, causing him to spurt into the silky warmth of Carly’s mouth. He could feel Carly swallowing against him, but she kept the shaft in her mouth as they lay there, legs akimbo, hearts pounding.

  When Adam’s cock began to soften, Carly let it slip from her mouth and lowered her head to lick his balls, her tongue moving in a figure eight from one to the other until Adam finally reached down and pulled her into his arms.

  Carly nuzzled her head against the hollow between his neck and shoulder. Adam lay in a kind of sexual stupor, stroking her hair, loving the feel of it gliding through his fingers, savoring the press of her warm body against his.

>   And then the light flicked back on in his head.

  Holy shit.

  What the hell did he think he was doing?

  Sitting abruptly, he pushed the girl from him and swung his legs over the side of the bed. What the hell had just happened? He’d been half asleep, those fevered, silken dreams dictating his behavior. He stared down at Carly, at the sated, sleepy smile on her lips and the way her hair flung out in all directions, a tangle of golden-brown curls spreading over the pillow. He drank in her full, lush breasts, the tips still rosy hard.

  He felt a rush of confused anger pushing through him, but had learned enough from the day before to recognize the blame lay with himself. He wouldn’t make that mistake a second time. But that didn’t change the fact that he was getting in too deep with this whole thing.

  He needed to pull back and focus on why he’d bought this girl in the first place.

  Erotic BDSM play, no strings attached, end of story.

  It was up to him to reassert his control of both the situation and the naked girl lying like a lover in his bed. “Get up and shower,” he said, striving to keep the brusqueness from his tone. This wasn’t her fault. He had allowed it. It was up to him to fix it. “I’ll be back to inspect and mark you in fifteen minutes.”

  Without waiting for her to react or respond, Adam turned on his heel and left the room, heading for the guest bedroom. A hot shower and a strong cup of coffee would clear his head. And after that, he’d introduce Carly to the water chamber.

  ~*~

  Carly showered in a daze, her mind fogged from the endorphins still rippling through her body. As the hot water cascaded over her, her mind began to switch back on, shining a light on the jumble of confused thoughts whirling through her head.