Penny: The Ties That Bind (Auction Night Book 2)

by Ellie Masters

  Eric and Thomas move toward me with singular focus. There's a kernel of fear building within me, but this is what I want and I will meet my fears straight on. I roll back my shoulders and greet my men with what I hope is a look that says Yes, this is what I want.

  Honestly, this feels like a mistake.

  I hope they want what I want. I don't know how tonight will pan out, but I can't help but hope to serve them both, together, forever.

  "You're ours." Eric meets my stare with his and I tremble beneath his power.

  Thomas reaches over my head and grabs one of the cuffs. Eric joins him and before I know it my hands are cuffed and Eric draws up the chains while Thomas stares deeply into my eyes. My hands are overhead. I'm exposed, trembling, and scared shitless.

  What the hell is happening?

  "There's no backing out now." Thomas places his hand over my belly. "You know the saying Be careful what you wish for?"

  "Sir?"

  Eric's laugh is low and I barely hear it, but his words slam into me.

  "That's right, slave. Be very careful what you wish for, because you'll often get exactly what you deserve. Last chance to back out." He's giving me an out and I'm just about ready to reaffirm this is exactly what I want when he continues. "We intend to give you what you need, not what you think you want. And once our bids are placed, you no longer have a choice in what happens next. You'll be ours. No safety net. Is this what you want?"

  My entire body trembles. There's a threat in his voice as well as a promise. Eric is a master at pushing my submission to places I never thought I could go. I should heed his warning, but I don't.

  I can't.

  This is what I want.

  "Yes, Master." My voice trembles, but my answer couldn't be more clear. "This is what I want."

  "Okay then." His expression is stern, resolute, and he exchanges a look with Thomas. They communicate something between them, something I can't fathom. Then they back away, leaving me.

  I stand alone.

  On stage.

  And this is where I will wait.

  Chapter 14

  Katy takes the stage. It's time for the auctions to begin. She stands at the front of the stage and explains how the bidding will go. It gives the men in the crowd time to get the apps on their phones ready.

  She gestures behind her and one of her assistants brings forward the first woman. She steps to the block, strips out of her clothes, and goes to her knees. I know the woman only in passing. She's deeply submissive and plays with several members, but has yet to click with one Dom.

  She's pretty and graceful and sits back on her heels. There's no sign of hesitation as she spreads her knees, arches her back, and pushes her tits out. She's enticing the men to bid on her, perhaps hoping tonight someone will take her who might be the One. I wish her the best of luck.

  Katy is not the auction Master. That task belongs to one of the Old Guard Doms. He steps forward and the auction begins with a flickering of light from the phones of the men who place their bids.

  It's exciting to see their eagerness. A swarm of flickering light reaches out from the audience, each one intent on winning one night of submission from the woman on stage. As the bidding continues, the number of flashes of light decreases until there's only a handful of bidders and then one final light.

  When the auctioneer cries out ‘Sold!’ the woman bows and places her head to the floor.

  Katy attaches a collar around the woman’s neck and leads her off the stage.

  This continues until the line of eager submissives winds down to the last woman. There's a furious flash of light from the crowd until she is finally sold. While she's led off stage, I glance over to Alexa and Michelle.

  We're all nervous, for different reasons, and soon our fates will be sealed. I shift on my feet. They're a little sore from standing for so long and my arms ache from being held over my head.

  For some reason, there are tears on Alexa's face. I know her desire is to become Master Daniel's slave. The prominent doctor has resisted her for months. What decision will he make?

  Ivy stamps her feet and Alexa echoes her movements. I understand and slowly shift my weight from side to side. My feet are a little numb and I alternately lift and lower my feet trying to return circulation and move the blood that's pooled in my feet and legs over the past hour.

  I'm excited. There's no fear. I know we'll have at least one night together, but what about more? How deep into this rabbit hole are Eric and Thomas willing to travel?

  The entire stage is suddenly plunged into darkness. It's part of the theatrics. Then a soft light illuminates the seven of us still on stage.

  Katy moves back to the front of the stage. Her words carry all the way to the far end of the auditorium as she thanks the members for their donations through the night. There's a low rumble of amusement which washes from the crowd back to those of us gathered on stage.

  “It’s time for the last spectacle of the evening. One night. One week. One month. Or one year? These women have placed a price on their freedom, pledged their servitude, and promised their devotion to the men who would claim them as their own.” Katy's voice is clear and strong.

  The crowd comes alive with the rustling of feet and low murmurs of anticipation. Katy explains what happens next. The lights will dim again, plunging us all into darkness. Then, one by one, lights will shine over those of us who have had their minimum bids met.

  There will be light over my head, but I won't know for how long Eric and Thomas will have me.

  Katy continues, “In a moment, the lights will dim again. If their Doms have met the bids of their submissive a light will shine over her head. After that, she may be fully and rightfully claimed. Masters, as you claim your prize, I will hand each of you an envelope. Inside, you’ll discover whether you’ve met the bid for one night, one week, one month or one year. It’s up to you to decide what to do with that knowledge and whether to share it with your sub.”

  Beside me, Alexa is crying. I don't understand why. But there are no tears for me. I'm anxious, excited and really looking forward to what comes next.

  As Katy bows to the crowd, there’s a ripple of applause. The lights flicker overhead and shut off, plunging us into darkness once again.

  A light pops on. It shines down over Alexa. Tears stream down her face. Another moment passes and a light turns on over my head. I breathe out a sigh of relief then turn to Alexa with a huge smile on my face. Alexa returns a less confident smile as a light flickers over Michelle, bathing her in its luminous glow.

  Michelle blinks against the glare. Apprehension fills her face. She doesn’t know how much time Tank has secured. This is exploratory for them. It’s something he wants. She’s hesitant.

  The seconds tick by, and I think there will be no more lights. That would leave four women who didn’t have their reserve bids met. One of those is the new girl, Ivy, and it comes as a surprise when no light shines on her. But a second later, she's bathed in light. Her eyes widen and a smile fills her face.

  I feel that same joy, if for different reasons.

  There are no more lights and Katy escorts the three women offstage who didn’t have a light shine down on them.

  Master Tank is the first to collect his prize. His heavy steps thud across the stage as he approaches Michelle. She gives a gasp when he touches her and I can't help but smile for them. This is what Tank wanted, a night—maybe more—to show Michelle the joy when she hands over her submission fully into his hands.

  Master Daniel is next. He walks up behind Alexa and he unfastens the chains holding her in place. She goes immediately to her knees, lowering her face to the ground like a proper slave. He stoops down and strokes her hair. It's a loving and tender gesture, at least until he wraps his fingers in her hair and yanks her head back.

  Her mouth parts as he wraps a collar around her neck.

  Master Edge is near. He claims Ivy with a brutal kiss. I'd pay more attention to them, except Eric and T
homas approach. I roll back my shoulders and greet them with the fiercest stare I can manage. I want them to know I'm ready. Whatever comes next, this is what I want.

  “You’re ours now,” Thomas says.

  Eric reaches over my head and releases my wrists from the chains. "Did you think we wouldn't pounce on this?"

  Pounce?

  I didn't think they're really that interested. Truthfully, I know they're only doing this to please me, but now I'm not so sure.

  Once I'm released, Thomas points to the ground. "On your knees. Bow before your Masters."

  Masters?

  My eyes grow ten sizes too wide.

  Masters!

  When did they decide this?

  Masters?

  Can I handle serving two Masters? A glance between the two men and I remember Eric's words. Be very careful what you wish for, because you'll often get exactly what you deserve. Last chance to back out.

  They planned this and Eric gave me a chance to back out. I didn't take it, and now they will rule me together—for at least as long as they bid.

  I lower to my knees as Thomas attaches a collar around my neck. There is one word imprinted in the thick leather.

  OURS.

  When did they buy the collar? How long have they planned this?

  There are two silver chains attached to the D-rings on each side of the collar. Eric grips one end while Thomas retrieves the end of the second chain.

  With great reverence, I lean down and kiss the toes of each of their boots. Truth be told, this is my real fantasy. Having sex with both of them is the most I allowed my fantasy to be voiced, but this feels right.

  Two Masters?

  I glance up at them, and now it's my turn for tears to fill my eyes. "How long?"

  Eric cups my chin and turns my face upward. "For as long as we like. Not one night, one week, or one month."

  "No." It can't be. Is it possible they want this with the same passion as me?

  Thomas gives a low chuckle. "That's right, sweet pet. You're ours for the year and by then we'll have convinced you of the truth."

  They lead me off the stage and I can't help but ask. "What truth?"

  "That you belong to us," Eric says. "And I don't think we'll limit this to one year. Thomas has moved into the house for good. You want this and we're giving it to you, but on our terms. Is that understood?"

  "Yes, Master."

  Eric pulls me to a stop. "We'll complete a formal collaring ceremony later, but you'll address Thomas as your Master for the rest of the night. Is that understood?"

  I glance at Eric, then shift my attention to Thomas. "Yes, Master."

  I'm not sure if that is meant for Thomas or Eric, not that it matters, and I'm very aware they are taking me to the door leading down to the dungeon. There's no intent to play in the public areas of the club, and for the first time ever, I'm certain Thomas will not be watching from the shadows.

  My stomach flips as they lead me down to the dungeon.

  Chapter 15

  Wild and uncontrolled.

  That is the best way I can describe the swirling mess of emotions clashing within me. With each step down to the dungeon, I'm working myself up to a feverish pitch.

  My fingers tingle with the need to touch Eric, caress Thomas, stroke each of their hard lengths at once.

  I'm a chaotic mess.

  A fluttering ache tickles my senses, but it's nothing compared to the throbbing between my legs. I need sex.

  Now.

  But are Eric and Thomas planning to do what I think? I want sex with them, but they want to Master me as a team. What does that even mean?

  I've fantasized about this moment for months and I barely register the Dungeon Monitor's litany explaining the rules. In the dungeon, there are no safe words, not that I don't have an out. Each slave who comes down here can use the club's S.O.S. if things get out of hand.

  These men don't share.

  There's a voice whispering in my head, reminding me about the prowess of these two dominant men. But their steps are sure, whereas mine are more cautious.

  They lead me into the dungeon at the end of two chains. When I catch Eric's expression it is full of pure wanton lust and a devouring hunger. Thomas' expression is no different.

  He aims to claim me.

  The air fills with supercharged static electricity as they lead me through the dungeon’s public play spaces to a door set off in the corner.

  I've been here before. Many times.

  This is where private rooms are reserved and places where I have fully embraced what it means to be Eric's slave. He's uncompromising, demanding, dominant and masters me fully.

  I want to reach out to Thomas, needing reassurance, but his expression is cut in stone. The feral predator in him is scratching at the surface, barely contained.

  They lead me down a hallway to a door with a placard displaying their names. We walk inside and the door closes behind us with a solid thud.

  I'm with my men, submissive, willing, and scared to death.

  Eric yanks on the chain, his movements more violent as he embraces his dominance.

  "Kneel, slave."

  I go to my knees and gasp as Thomas comes to stand before me.

  "You wanted to know what it's like having sex with two men. That's what you want, but not what you need. You need the mastery of two and we aim to give you that. Do you accept our terms?"

  Their terms?

  I glance up at Thomas and give a shake of my head. "Yes…Master."

  It's the first time I call him that and I realize what's happening.

  He'll no longer be my Dom, the man I play with to soothe the need within me to embrace pain. He's stepping up to become my Master.

  I twist, needing to see Eric. Is he okay with the shifting of power? How does the dynamic flow between the two of them?

  "Bow before your Master, slave." Eric growls out the command. "Offer yourself to him as you offered yourself to me."

  I press my forehead to the ground and my palms press against the floor. "I submit my will to you. I am yours." His to do with me as he sees fit.

  Thomas has been working me up to more intense impact play, and I sense he's been holding back. Nothing will hold him back now.

  "You're mine, slave," Thomas says. "Mine to love, cherish, and protect. Mine to command. You will obey me in all things. Do you accept my Mastery?"

  "Yes…I accept."

  Eric shifts position until he stands beside Thomas. "As it may be confusing at times to serve two Masters, my word is first in all things, but you obey Thomas as you would me. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Master." My heart is about ready to thump itself right out of my chest. Holy shit, this is happening.

  There will be a formal collaring ceremony later, but I have two Masters now.

  Thomas bends down and scoops me into his arms. I bury my face against his chest while my entire body shakes. He's uncompromising and hard, but in this moment, he's loving and kind.

  He lifts me up and carries me across the room to the bed. Gently, he drops me onto the mattress and I land on my back with a little bounce. I try to scoot back, but he follows me down, covering me with his hard body.

  Lust fills his expression and his hands paw at my panties. The tiny G-string stands no chance against his need and shreds with one pull.

  I search for Eric, wondering where he is, but he's already with us. He lands on the bed, laying sideways, and captures my mouth with his while Thomas paws at my breasts and rips at the lace to free my tits.

  Eric's kiss is ferocious and claiming. He's like a starved animal coming in for the kill.

  I gasp at the sharp bite of Thomas' teeth against my nipple and arch off the bed into his mouth.

  Eric devours my breathy moans, sweeping his tongue into my mouth and plunging in deep to claim the mewling sounds emanating from my throat.

  I'm not altogether sane as I squirm between two men. I'm desperate to be fucked but need to slow this down
. I want to savor this moment, what I hope to be the first of many moments just like this.

  Thomas works over my chest, laving my nipples, biting at the tender flesh. He's marking me with his teeth and I can't help but arch into the pain.

  The corset binds me, and while he shredded my bra and panties, he seems content to leave me in the confining garment.

  There are hands everywhere, on my shoulders, my arms, pawing at my tits and digging into my thighs. Fingers delve between my legs while Eric swallows my air and kisses me until I'm left breathless.

  The heat of Thomas' mouth leaves a burning trail on my skin. His hot lips sear my skin. Eager fingers stroke me until my entire body is a shaking mess.

  Their impatience makes me want to rush ahead, yet they are taking their time playing my body like the Masters they are.

  I try to break off the kiss with Eric, but he presses closer, kisses me harder, commanding all of my attention.

  I find myself outmatched and overwhelmed with sensation.

  There's only one of me.

  Two of them.

  Two mouths.

  Four hands.

  And two very impressive cocks.

  Chapter 16

  Thomas moves down my body, skipping over the corset until he's licking my mound and nuzzling my hips.

  "Fuck!" My back bows off the bed and breath escapes me.

  "Is this what you want?" Thomas grips my knees and shoves them apart. "Fucked by two men?" There's a gravelly urgency in his voice, a heat and power I can't resist.

  He's no longer my Dom.

  Thomas is my Master now.

  "Yes, Master. Please."

  I'm not beyond begging and let my knees fall apart. He lightens the pressure on my knees and I breathe against the fleeting pain.

  Eric bites at my neck, then lifts up on his elbow. "Slave…relax." His command is cutting and sharp.

  I turn my attention from Thomas to Eric.

  "Yes, Master?"

  "This is happening. I want you to let go. Don't worry about us, or what you think you're making us do. This is what we want. Your task is to serve us. Do you understand?"