The Auction

by J. R. Gray

  Scotty: Less than a minute. You are killing me with the pictures.

  Stark: Have time for a break?

  He attached a picture of himself holding his beautiful cock. This time it was leaking at the tip. She licked her lips and clenched her thighs together.

  Scotty: Not by choice. I’m trying to compose myself before my next meeting.

  She got a video reply of him stroking himself and wiping the pre-cum with his thumb. Followed by a picture of his flogger and tie.

  Stark: Got time for a quickie?

  She wished she did. Hell, she needed it. If she had a clear mind it would be so much easier to tackle this meeting. She looked at the clock. There was no way should could even get to his place uptown and back before the meeting, let alone have enough time to get the release she needed. Carefully, she inched up her skirt. She was going to have to lose the panties. She used to carry an extra pair in her car, but it had been years since she’d done that.

  An idea struck her. Walking over to her desk, she took a seat behind it. At least it would shield her if anyone barged in, not that they should with the door locked. She slid her panties aside and flipped to her camera. She snapped a picture, letting him see her thigh highs, garters and the slit of her pussy. She sent the picture without a message and waited.

  Stark: You…

  Stark: Teasing me now?

  Scotty: You’re teasing me. Shouldn’t I be able to fight back?

  She sent a picture of her touching herself. And in return she received a video of him demanding she slide her fingers inside herself and show him proof. She did as he asked, spreading her knees so she could get not only a picture but a video of her sliding her fingers in and out of herself.

  Stark: You little minx. I’m going to make your ass so red tonight for this.

  Every message was making her more needful. She had to get off.

  Stark: Let me see what you’re wearing.

  She sent him a picture of her top half, and then a picture of her shoes.

  Stark: I want you in those shoes and nothing else tonight.

  Scotty: Yes, Master.

  Stark: I want to see you come.

  Her heart raced. She looked around. It was one thing to snap a few quick pictures. Anyone could knock on her door.

  Stark: If you’re worried about getting caught you should have thought of that before you sent me all those messages.

  She slid her panties down her thighs and sent an initial picture. She was really going to do this. Her stomach twisted with anxiety, but the thought of pleasing him, knowing he would probably sit in his apartment and get off to what she was doing drove her on. This time she propped her phone on her desk and used two fingers to rub over her clit, and the other hand to fuck herself. She didn’t hold back, and let him hear it all. When she was done she quickly sent the video and readjusted her skirt. After tossing her panties into her purse she sat back to bask in the afterglow of the orgasm.

  A few minutes later she got everything she needed in a video of him coming all over his hand.

  She replied with a picture of herself pantyless.

  Scotty: I had to ditch the panties for the rest of the day they were too wet.

  Stark: You’re coming here directly after work. I don’t want you to stop anywhere else.

  Before she could reply, another message came through.

  Stark: I want you to strip down to just the stockings and the heels when you walk in the door, and then I’ll have you over my knee.

  She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together, telling herself she didn’t have time for another orgasm. She had to get back to the damn meeting.

  Stark: You better get used to the idea of standing at your desk. Because you’re not going to be able to sit for a week.

  Stark: And you still owe me a fantasy, don’t think I forgot.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Stark had thoroughly embarrassed her, but by the time her meeting rolled around Scotty had kicked ass. She’d done so well one of the partners had complimented her on handing the guy’s ass to him. She hadn’t felt this confident since—she didn’t want to think about it—but it had been a long time.

  She was on top of the world as she took the elevator up to Stark’s place. What a difference taking the pressure off had made. She didn’t feel forced to go to the club with him. She felt good about seeing Stark. At his door she started to unbutton her shirt before she knocked. It was open in the front by the time he answered. He reacted with a groan, and she unzipped her skirt at the side before she stepped over the threshold, letting it fall to her feet before he could get the door closed behind her.

  He grabbed her by the arm, dragging her to him. “Hey,” he growled.

  “You told me to come in and strip.” She batted her eye lashes at him, trying to act innocent.

  “Come inside and strip. Not stand outside my door and do it.” He tightened his fingers on her arm.

  She whimpered. “My bad?”

  He smacked her bare ass. “Sir?”

  “My bad, Sir. I’m not so good at following directions always.”

  He shoved her shirt off her shoulders then roughly grabbed her breasts. “Get that bra off, leave the stockings.”

  “What about the garter?” she asked as he backed off to straighten himself.

  “Leave it.” He paused. “I see you weren’t lying about the panties.”

  She dropped her voice to a whisper, “I never lie.”

  “Come,” he said, leading her into the apartment.

  She followed, draping herself over his lap when he took a seat. He brushed his fingers over her ass, light and teasing. “I want my face here, before I shove my cock into it.”

  All she could do was squirm. She loved anal play. There was nothing like getting off with fingers in her ass.

  “You like that, don’t you?” He slapped her right across her ass, getting it just right so the sound rang out across the room.

  “Yes.”

  He slapped her again, harder this time. “Yes?”

  She had to breathe through the pain. “Yes, Sir.”

  He spread her and played, bushing his thumb over her opening as he did. Alternating smacks and kneading her sore butt. She needed him so bad. Being over his knees, in the humiliating way she was had her cringing and turned on beyond belief. If he didn’t take her soon she’d be begging.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  She was draped over him, sleeping. They’d had a busy afternoon. Fear started to take grip in Stark’s chest. He wanted to keep seeing her, but it felt like a fleeting moment. He couldn’t possibly hold on to her. Not with their combined issues. It was what held him back from dating of any sort for so long. The paralyzing fear he felt when leaving his comfort zone was starting to take effect with her. He could feel it coming like the fog rolling in over a field. It was easy to see, but impossible to know how to combat.

  He’d even seen, well, video chatted, with a few of his colleagues over the years, and none had advice which seemed to put a dent in the feeling. It had taken the world from him, and he’d let it. Handed it over, even. Which of course, he blamed himself for, even knowing how suffocating fear could be.

  “I want to do it.” Her voice startled him from the rabbit hole in his mind he was starting to go down.

  “Hmm?” They hadn’t been carrying on a conversation, and he wasn’t sure what she was referring to.

  “I want to play your game.”

  “Which, kitten?” He lightly stroked his fingers down her back, wondering what she was so eager about.

  “The box in the car…” She picked up her head to rest her chin on his chest.

  He looked down into her eyes. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded. “It will please you, and I want to please you.”

  “I understand that, but I don’t want you to think you have to face your fears before you’re ready. I’m not going to force you.”

  “I know. I want to.” There was something she left unsaid, bu
t he didn’t push it assuming it had something to do with her ex.

  “Tomorrow then?”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  “How the hell am I going to focus with this hanging over my head all day?” Scotty stood in a towel in the living room, having waited until Cheri had had her coffee. They had one firm rule in the house. No one speaks to Cheri until she’s had coffee. And by coffee it was at least two cups, possibly a gallon.

  “Does it look like I’m finished?” Cheri’s eyes were barely open, and she kept the mug as close to her mouth as possible, sucking down the light brown liquid.

  “I have to get to work.”

  Cheri pressed her eyes closed and sighed. “You morning people.”

  “Not everyone can stay up until all hours of the night hacking and get paid for it.”

  “It’s not hacking. It’s preventing hacking and that’s only the tiniest part of my job. Most of it is sitting on my ass in the office, which I also have to do.”

  “I don’t want to understand what your job is. It sounds much cooler when I say hacking or FBI.”

  “Ask your questions before I go back to inhaling coffee.”

  “He’s sending a car for me tonight.”

  “Doing that again?” She was about to go bitchy on Scotty.

  “There will be a box in the back seat, and I have to wear what’s inside.”

  “I remember.” She took another long pull from her mug and sighed. The caffeine was starting to be absorbed into her blood. Cheri usually woke up with a massive headache from lack of caffeine. She drank thirty cups of coffee a day, give or take, so when she did sleep her body went into withdrawal hard.

  “And we are going to the club, or at least I’m assuming.”

  “Oh?” She sat up straighter. “Now I do want to know what will be in the box. I think it will say a lot about what he likes.”

  “I’m sure it will.” She went back to the bathroom to get dressed. Nervousness coursed through her, and her hands shook as she tried to put her hair up. “What if Tanya is there?”

  “You’ll deal with it. I know you can.”

  But could she? She was sure there would be all sorts of rumors and comments flying. This whole thing had just started, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to have it be public knowledge.

  Before she could dash out the door, Cheri yelled after her. “I’m showing up tonight. I’m not going to miss it.”

  * * * *

  This time Scotty was determined to get in the car, but it was going to be difficult as she was currently breathing into a bag sitting on the bathroom floor.

  “I doubt Tanya will even be there.”

  By the time Scotty should have been getting in the shower, she was still in her pajamas mid panic attack. And by the time she should have been walking out the door, she was nearly in tears.

  “I can’t do it,” she said through shuddering breaths.

  “You can do it, and you will. You’re going to be so angry at yourself if you don’t again.” Cheri hauled her by the arm, bringing her to eye level. “You need this. If you blow him off again you’re going to lose him.”

  “But what if she’s there?”

  “I told you this morning, then she’s there. It will be like spitting in her face. She can move on, she did, so you need to show her she doesn’t have power over you anymore. All you did by being single this long was tell her over and over she won. You’re so strong, you can’t let her win.”

  It hit Scotty hard. She had been letting Tanya win. She’d seen it as protecting herself for all this time, and maybe she was her harboring feelings she didn’t want to admit to.

  “You’re right.” Her panic attack started to subside, but tears started to stream down her face. “What the fuck have I been doing?”

  “You’ve been doing the best you could.”

  “I threw away so many years.” She pressed her face into Cheri’s shoulder.

  “And now isn’t the time to break down. You need to stop focusing on the past. You’ve moved past Tanya, and you have someone great ahead of you. And if he’s not the one, you can move on, but don’t kill prospects before you even give them a chance because of her.” Cheri cupped her face. “Now you get cleaned up.”

  Scotty put her hands over Cheri’s, holding her there for a moment. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  “You’d still be a very good lawyer, just with no social life. Don’t sell yourself short. You could have adopted eighty-seven cats and been as happy.”

  Scotty started to laugh through her tears.

  “Get your ass in the shower.”

  Miraculously, she was only fifteen minutes late, which was good for Scotty on a normal day. She came out, and Cheri stared.

  “What? Did I smear my eyeliner?” She was about to duck back into the bathroom when Cheri shook her head.

  “No, you look lovely. Now if only you could get ready that fast every day, you’d stop being late.”

  “It’s hard to decide what to wear.”

  Cheri rolled her eyes. “You act like clothes are such a burden.”

  “They are.”

  Cheri opened the door and gestured her out. “Get going before he changes his mind because you’re so tardy.”

  “Do you think he’ll punish me if I’m late?”

  Cheri just shook her head. Scotty could tell she’d gotten to her. “Spare me the details…I’ll be there to see for myself.”

  Nervous energy turned over in Scotty’s stomach as she slid into the car. She had on her lucky lingerie, and she needed it. As promised there was a box sitting on the seat next to her. It was black and tied up with a big red bow. She pulled one of the ends, letting the ribbon drop to the seat. Next the lid came off, revealing just a thin collar and a note. Her insides twisted and her cheeks heated. She lifted the note and read his elegant hand. Didn’t all doctors have terrible penmanship? She was going to have to ask him about it.

  I almost placed lingerie inside this box. I had a lovely set on order, but I figured it would be more fun to see what you’d pick out for under what I sent because now it will be on display. Put the collar on, I have the leash with me.

  ~ Yours Stark

  She could feel the dominance through his hand writing. His words came off the page and wrapped around her mind, giving her a calm she hadn’t had going to the club in years. She left her jacket on. He could take it off of her when she walked inside. There was no way she was getting out on the street in just her lacy panties. Embarrassment filled her at the thought. Well, at least not today she wouldn’t.

  He was waiting outside when they pulled up to the club, leash in hand. He stepped forward to open the door for her, and Scotty couldn’t breathe.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Stark held out a hand to help her from the car. Past lives haunted his thoughts, and he struggled to stay in the moment. Matt had always helped him get back to the club a couple of times a year, but it had been for shows. He’d never brought anyone here since. Acceptance was the hardest part. He told people that every day, and yet he couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t swallow it, he couldn’t even think about it.

  Scotty’s eyes met his. She looked as nervous as he did. In that moment some of his reserve fell away, not all of it, but he could deal with the rest. He had to be strong for her. This was his job. It was easy to let it take him over. A comfort he’d long since forgotten about in the years he’d been away, but how easily those feelings came back.

  “Sir,” she greeted him, taking his hand to step onto the sidewalk. She wore her dark red overcoat, which covered her from shoulder to knee. Underneath she wore stockings with the lines running up the back and silver heels. Jesus, those heels. They alone were enough to do him in.

  “Am I to your liking, Master?” She stood there, on the curb, presenting herself to him. She extended her neck, drawing attention to the collar sitting at her throat.

  “Very much so, but...” He let the but hang in the air as he clicked the l
eash he held to the D ring at her throat.

  “Sir?” she asked.

  “But, you’re tardy.”

  “Yes.” She dropped her eyes in an apologetic manner.

  “I have a switch which will work nicely to show you how I feel about tardiness.”

  She squirmed. “I’m sorry.” Her face was like an open book. He was sure there were reasons she was late, but he knew the only way to keep this thing going between them was to act like he would with any other sub, on any other day. If he let her off for the panic attack this would falter. She needed the full experience as much as he did. Especially today.

  He tugged on her collar. “Let’s go get you out of the coat.”

  She followed him into the club. He set his silver card on the granite desk. The coat boy only wore a pink ball gag and simply held out his hand for their coats, not meeting their gaze. The master of the house got off on making his slaves work in the club. Stark was going to have to talk to him one day, since they both now had submissives who got off on humiliation. The guy was a true master. He could inflict it and not even be in the room. Stark loved the idea of everyone seeing Scotty as they walked in the door, and her not even being able to say a word. He filed it away for a later date. Maybe a dinner party.

  Stark slipped out of his own coat and handed it over before helping Scotty with hers. She was slow to unbutton it, and it was like she was unwrapping a present just for him. Well, and the rest of the club soon enough, but he would get first dibs.

  As she opened the red fabric, she exposed her chest, covered by thin black fabric, and a lace band extending a few inches from the bottom of the bra. His eyes followed her hands as they opened the rest of the buttons, exposing a garter belt attached to thigh highs and see-through lace panties. He swallowed hard. Sure, he wanted everyone to look at Scotty, but this might be a little too much. He could see her pale pink lips and her slit, and knew if she bent over there would be nothing left to the imagination.

  “Is everything to your liking?” she asked as she turned around and held her arms so he could slide her coat off her shoulders.