by Berry, Kitty
“$5,000.00” says a young woman sitting in the back of the room. Thank God it wasn’t Mark. Maybe I’m wrong and he’s not going to bid on me.
“$6,000.00” says Mark as I knew and was afraid he would.
They go back and forth bidding against each other like they are in some crazy battle until it reaches $15,000.00 from Mark. At that the woman bows out and it looks as if Mark is going to win.
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I didn’t want Sydney to know I was going to be back from my business trip in time to come to the auction. I wanted to surprise her but when I got here and found her sitting at a table with none other than Mark Deerhouse I almost lost my mind. He is a sexual predator of the worse kind. He has tried numerous times to be allowed into The Society unsuccessfully. The other head masters and I all agree that he should be taken off the streets. He continually expressed fantasies about rape and over powering the women he’s with. He doesn’t understand the BDSM lifestyle anymore than the Pope could.
He has his hand on the back of her chair and I feel my blood boil. What the fuck is she doing here with him? How does she know him? Before I have a chance to move and approach them I notice that they are not together, she must have just been placed next to him at the table. She’s trying to move away from him but then he grips her chair tighter and she looks like a deer in headlights. I watch as he leans closer to her and he dumps something into her drink. I can’t believe this lunatic is trying to slip a woman drugs at an upscale event. I order a waiter to dump the drink in his lap and fight off every urge I am having of ripping his head off and shoving it up his ass. That drink in his lap should take his fucking dick down a notch until I can make my move.
It is killing me to stand here and watch this disturbing display. I can tell she’s growing more and more uncomfortable but it’s nice to see that she has self preservation skills and is managing pretty well on her own even if she didn’t notice the drug he slipped into her drink. She has clearly picked up on his mental instabilities and is doing a decent job fending off his unwanted advances.
I smirk and laugh to myself as I watch the waiter dump her drugged drink in his lap. He stands up to brush it off and I almost charge at him when I can’t help but notice the tell tale tenting of his pants. Sydney seems to catch on as well and I watch as she shivers, not in a good way. The look in her eyes when she saw me in that condition was much different, it gives me hope.
When the bidding starts on Sydney’s services I know what he’s got up his sleeve. I’ll admit it’s not much different from my plan. The difference is that I in no way shape or form plan on harming Sydney or making her do anything she doesn’t want to do. What Mark has continued to not understand about a BDSM relationship is that even though the Dominate has the perception of power it is ultimately the submissive with it. If Sydney agrees to share in my lifestyle with me I will control her during sex, give her structure and security at all times, give her endless pleasure and yes punishment when she deserves it but in the end she will have the power. If she safe words me I will stop, she’ll know her power over me. Mark on the other hand wants his women to be afraid of him and fight him off during sex, he wants to rape women in play and one can only question his intentions with them out of play. He wants to beat them and cause pain not pleasure. People like this douche bag make me sick. Their misinterpretation of my lifestyle is what gives it a bad name, making people believe that Doms only want to hurt and control their subs. It couldn’t be further from the truth.
“$5,000.00” says a young woman sitting in the back of the room. I turn and glance at her and recognize her as a friend of Mark’s. She’s a woman he brought to a Society party when he was trying to pledge for membership. They don’t look as friendly now. What are they up to? Are they working together to win Sydney’s services with some plan to get her alone? Well, that won’t be happening.
“$6,000.00” says Mark. He’s just wealthy enough to be dangerous to himself. The look he’s sending the women is demonic and I don’t think she’s doing this for him as much as that she’s picked up on his wanting Sydney and she’s trying to beat him to her. Not going to happen either.
They go back and forth bidding against each other upping the ante in $1,000.00 increments until it reaches $15,000.00 from Mark. At that the woman bows out and I make my move. I walk to stand behind him. Just as he thinks he’s going to win I shove him down hard into his seat by the shoulders as I say, “$100,000.00” to the room and “Sit the fuck down you douche bag, she’s mine and if you go near her again you will not walk out of here tonight” for only Mark to hear.
I watch as the most amazing expression spreads across Sydney’s face. It is one of relaxation, surprise, joy, appreciation and maybe even the beginnings of something much deeper. I walk to the stage and extend my hand, “Come, let’s get you out of here. I’ve missed you. I want you all to myself and I did win you fair and square” I say as I lead her out of the room and into the lobby area. She willingly follows me; she actually looks as if she wants to leap into my arms. I pick up on her signals and when we reach the lobby I pull her in close to my body. I tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear before I gently brush my lips across hers.
“You look stunning in this dress as I knew you would and that necklace suits you perfectly. It makes your neck look all the more alluring” I breathe into her ear before I gently kiss her just behind it. I see the flash of cameras and know we’ll be in the papers again tomorrow, this intimate moment captured for all to witness. Its times like this that I hate being wealthy. I want to be able to have an intimate moment with a woman and not have to worry what the caption will read next to the picture when it makes it into the papers.
“What are you doing here, Day? I thought you wouldn’t be home until tomorrow night?”
“I wanted to surprise you. I had planned on coming all along and winning your services. I never thought I would also mean I would be protecting you from a sexual predator. Why were you talking to that jerk off?”
“I wasn’t…I mean I was talking to him but not like that. I got stuck sitting next to him and he started up a conversation. He seemed pleasant at first but then he started giving me the creeps” she complains.
“He tried to drug you, you know? I was watching him trying to touch you and I saw him slip something into your drink. That’s why I made the waiter come over and dump it into his lap. That’s when I knew I was right. When he stood up he was at full attention, the fucker.”
“Yeah, I kind of noticed that and thought it was a little odd.”
“Sydney, sporting a hard on in your company is not odd. I’ve had one for nine days straight” I tease her before telling her to come with me to sign my paperwork for the auction house but she wants to go into the ladies room then meet me back here instead. I reluctantly agree but figure after what just happened Mark isn’t stupid enough to approach her again, he knows what I’m capable of.
I get the paperwork completed and when I head back in Sydney’s direction I am appalled to find Mark is still here and talking to her again. He has her backed up against a wall and I lose my composure. I grab him by the back of his jacket, swing him around to face me and punch him in the face. He lands on the floor in a heap and doesn’t try to get up at first.
“Don’t be such a fucking pussy, get up you prick. Come on. I’ll give you one free shot” I offer.
He stands up and punches me in the stomach. Lucky for me I work out every day with a trainer who throws medicine balls at my stomach for his pleasure, talk about a masochist. I laugh and say, “That was your one free shot asshole” as I lunge at him and land three more hits before I hear Alex behind me telling me to let him up.
Mark looks at Sydney and says, “He’ll use you and leave you in a heap on the floor too. The only difference between him and I is he’s lying to himself if he thinks he doesn’t like to hurt his women; at least I’m honest with the women I fuck. Did he tell you what you were in for before he fucked you? I bet not.”
/> With that Mac and Jonesie are at my side and with one glance from me they lift him to his feet and remove him from the building. Alex stands in front of me, not allowing me to follow them out to give him the beat down he deserves. I’m sure Mark is being taken out back for a lesson in controlling his fucking mouth by Mac and Jonesie, it’s a lesson I would not want the two of them teaching me.
I turn to Sydney who is shaking like a leaf. I don’t know if it’s because of him in general, I can tell he rubbed her the wrong way. Or if it’s because of what he said about me. Afraid that she might be reacting from his comments about me I don’t want to move towards her too fast. Instead I put out my hand and when she quickly takes it and lunges fully into my arms sighing when I engulf her in them I know everything I need to know. When she’s in my arms she feels safe and that’s all we both need.
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I can’t wait to be in the backseat of the Escalade with Damian with the doors locked, just us in our safe cocoon. I am freaked out over Mark. Damian said he tried to drug me. What would he have done if Damian didn’t come to my rescue? The world had not been spinning correctly for me since Damian left. We have so much to talk about, so much to discuss but right now all I want to do is be in his arms so I can close my eyes, relax and sleep until graduation tomorrow. But Mark’s comment keeps tugging at something in my head; I can’t seem to get his words out of my mind. Why does he think Damian hurts the women he’s with?
When Damian offers me his hand I jump into his arms and he kisses the top of my head leading me out to his car. Mac is there waiting for us but Jonesie is nowhere to be seen. We ride to our apartment building in silence; I may have even fallen asleep for a minute or two.
When we get into the elevator Damian asks me if I would like to spend the night with him at his apartment or if I’d like to be alone. I tell him I don’t want to be alone and I accept his offer to stay with him at his place. He says we’ll stop on the first floor for me to get changed and cleaned up then we’ll head up to his place together. He doesn’t want to leave me alone; he can tell I’m scared.
Damian smirks at me and says, “I want to show you the room you’re going to decorate for me, it will explain some things.”
“Wait, what?” I ask thoroughly confused as we step out of the elevator on my floor and head to my door.
“I won your services fair and square, darling. The deal was that you would design a room for me, no?” Damian asks as he casually punches in the code to unlock my door.
“Well, yes” I say “But I’d do that for you for free. You didn’t need to pay money for me at an auction. And speaking of that, what were you thinking spending that kind of money on me?”
“I was protecting you from that lunatic. He had his hands all over you. You have no idea what goes on in his head. And I would spend that and much more to keep him away from you.”
“And you know what goes on in his mind? How do you know him?”
“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you all about it in due time, the time is coming soon for me to explain a few things to you, Sydney but first we have to talk about a few other things like that email” he says as a smile spreads across his face and I turn many shades of red before heading to my room to get changed and cleaned up for a night at Damian’s, escaping the conversation for the time being.
When I return I find him curled up in a ball asleep on my couch. He looks so sexy in his suit and tie but bare feet. His mouth is slightly opened and he’s not quite snoring but breathing a little ruggedly. He does not look like a man who is a CEO of his own company, one who must be faced with stressful situations every second of every day. He doesn’t look like a man who just got into a fight over a girl he hasn’t even claimed as his girlfriend yet. He looks like a man who is easy on the eyes and even easier to fall in love with.
I don’t want to wake him but I have an overwhelming desire to be close to him so I curl my body into his. When I do he stirs and says, “Can we just stay here? I’m too tired to make it up to the penthouse.” He doesn’t need to say another word; I extend my hand and tug him up from the sofa. “Jet lag” he mumbles as I lead him to my room.
Damian takes off all of his clothes except his tight black boxer briefs that leave nothing to the imagination. “Is this okay? If I sleep like this?” he asks like a gentleman.
Speechless from the sight of him in nothing but his underwear I just nod. I spy the ink on his shoulder as he turns around and a burning heat shoots right between my legs. What is it about a guy with a tattoo? Damian’s is some kind of symbol; and it’s freaking hot as hell.
We settle into bed, he spoons behind me breathing in my hair and he already sounds as if he’s asleep. His breathing is even and I assume he’s out cold but then he starts mumbling something in his sleep that sounds a lot like “I love you.”
When I slowly turn to look at him I realize he is asleep and I must have made those words up in my head. I kiss him softly on the lips and he doesn’t even stir so I use that to my advantage to see what it would feel like, “I love you” I whisper unable to see the smile that spreads across his lips at my words.
Chapter 8
I wake up to feel Damian’s front pressed against my back. He is aroused and I can feel his erection through his underwear. He has it pressed up against my ass and he’s slowly rubbing, grinding it into me. He’s still asleep, I can tell by his breathing. A part of me is saying, “Move away” but another part is telling me to push my ass into him and go with the motion. I decide to turn over and face him and as I do he wakes up and smiles when he sees me.
“Hey you” Damian whispers in his very sexy and raspy morning voice.
“Hey you” I return.
Damian gently kisses me on the forehead and asks me how I slept. I tell him that he fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow. He blames it on jet lag and apologizes for falling asleep on me, saying he knows I feel better falling asleep with him awake and holding me his arms.
“Um, you might want to close your eyes. I need to get up and go to the bathroom and you remember the state I’m usually in when I wake up and these boxers aren’t going to hide a thing” Damian jokingly warns me.
I choose to be bold and I stare at him, refusing to look away then I raise my eyebrow, challenging him to get up while I watch.
“Okay tough girl, as you wish” he says as he gets up and stands facing me, giving me time to enjoy his body before he leans down and kisses me on the lips. Damian turns and walks out of the room and I get to enjoy him from behind as he goes.
Holy shit! Wow, his body is…just wow!
When he returns he is wearing his pants from last night but his chest is still bare. He is carrying a folded piece of paper in his hand. “Can we talk about this now?” he asks as he opens up my email from yesterday.
I put my hands over my face and he is fast to remove them.
“Look at me, don’t hide from me ever. Okay? Please, angel we need to talk before things go any further between us.”
I don’t like the sound of that but I agree having no other options.
“Let me be clear that I was pissed at you for getting drunk and I still am. Very pissed, taking you over my knee and spanking you kind of pissed. Getting drunk was a very stupid and dangerous thing to do. But I do understand why you felt you needed to do it and I blame myself. I knew you were feeling lost after your friend left and I should have asked you to come with me, hell I should have demanded it, I shouldn’t have left you. Do you have anything to say about that?” Damian wants to know.
“Um, are you still over your knee spanking pissed at me?” I ask.
“Yes, I guess I am but not as much as before. I just need to know that you’re safe. When I think about what could have happened I get sick and then pissed off all over again.”
“Would spanking me make you feel better? Are you into that sort of thing?”
“Have you ever tried it Sydney? Spanking? If done correctly it is very arousing and pleasurable
for both parties” he reports.
“So then I take it that’s a yes. You’ve spanked someone before?” I ask.
“Yes and I’ve been spanked and I do know how to do it correctly so it would bring pleasure to both of us but we’ll talk more about this in a minute.” He moves on. “Do you really feel like I suffocate you and you can’t be open with me when we’re together?” he asks.
I explain that it’s not about feeling suffocated; it’s more that he just takes my breath away and I can’t think clearly.
“Are you thinking clearly now, Sydney?” he wants to know.
“Um, kind of I guess. Better now that you have pants on. If you were still in your boxers I don’t think I’d be thinking half as clearly.”