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“There you are,” Lucia said, sweeping into the bathroom, Juliette and Amira in tow, both looking as if they’d just been roused from their beds. “We have thirty minutes before breakfast. The auction results will be announced right afterward.” She turned to the other girls. “You two shower while I groom Ellen. Whoever’s out first goes next. Katie will be along shortly to help with hair and makeup.”
Time, which had been dragging all morning, suddenly picked up its pace. Body smooth, hair blown out, makeup applied, Ellen rushed upstairs. She managed to eat a biscuit with butter and honey, despite her continuing nerves. The other girls joined her soon after.
“Five minutes, girls,” Lucia announced, poking her head into the kitchen. The three auction subs hurried back downstairs to brush their teeth and check their hair and makeup one last time.
They whispered excitedly as they rushed back up the stairs. They all went silent as they entered the living room. All six participating Doms were there, some sitting in pairs, others alone. As the girls made their way to the fireplace, conversation ceased. Ellen could feel the eyes on her.
The February morning was chilly, and fires had been lit in both grates. As Ellen took her spot on the middle yoga mat, the flames dancing behind the screen gently warmed her back.
She dared to glance around the room, seeking out her first two choices. Master Aaron met her gaze and gave her a small smile and a nod, as if to say, “Yes. I see you. I want you.” Face heating, Ellen offered a small, shy smile in return.
When her gaze turned to Master Zach, he mouthed the words, “You’re mine.”
Ellen’s heart skipped a beat at the silent assertion. Did he already know something? Was this the man who would claim her submission for the next seven days? Was he the man she might fall in love with?
“Slaves,” Master Lawrence barked, startling Ellen from her revery. “Assume the wait position.”
Ellen’s heart leaped into her throat as she brought her arms behind her back and straightened her spine. In a few short minutes, she would know her fate. She could feel the tension in her fellow subs, and also the barely suppressed excitement.
Master Lawrence turned his attention to the waiting men. “Good morning, gentlemen,” he said in a voice designed to carry. “After a careful review of all the components that go into choosing potential matches for these three submissives, we have made our selections. I remind you that you all agreed, subs and Doms alike, to accept our pairings as final.”
He let that sink in a moment before continuing, “Obviously, only three of you have been chosen. For those of you not lucky enough to find a match today, you will be guaranteed a slot in a future auction. As further consolation, we invite those of you who don’t win their bids this time around to feel free to spend a few hours with three of our current trainees, Mei, Nicole and Jenna. They’re waiting in the dungeon at this very moment to serve you.”
There were some murmurs among the guys, but then the room quickly quieted. An edgy, anticipatory electricity crackled in the air. Ellen’s mouth was dry, her underarms damp. She kept her gaze lowered as she tried to focus on her breathing.
“I will call each sub forward one at a time and announce who has won possession of her for the next seven days,” Master Lawrence said. “Once I have announced her chosen Master, the slave is to take her place on the floor cushion at his side.”
You could have heard a pin drop as Master Lawrence said, “Amira, step forward.” Ellen held her breath as the girl stepped off her mat to the carpet, hands still behind her head.
After what struck Ellen as an interminable and unnecessarily theatrical pause, Master Lawrence finally intoned, “Aaron Jacobson, you have won the bid for this slave girl. Amira, take your place by your new Master.”
Ellen inhaled sharply. Master Aaron was out of the running. That only left Master Zach.
No, there are still five other guys sitting out there. Just because she’d chosen Master Zach in her head didn’t mean that’s who she would get. It could be any one of the remaining five. Even—
“Juliette, step forward.”
Ellen held her breath as Juliette moved from her mat. Again the theatrical pause, and then Master Lawrence said, “Tom Jenkins, you have won the bid for this slave girl. Juliette, take your place by your new Master.”
Ellen dared a glance at Master Tom. The man was grinning ear-to-ear. He was seated beside Master Damon, whose expression was impassive, his eyes hooded. Ellen looked away, seeking Master Zach instead. His eyes already on her, he quirked a brow, his lips curving into a smile.
“Ellen, step forward.”
Ellen’s heart thumped in her ears. Somehow, she managed to move though her legs had turned to rubber. Nerves jittering, she deliberately slowed her breathing as she’d been taught. Whoever they chose for her, she would be okay with it. They knew what they were doing. They would make the right choice.
“Damon Miller, you have won the bid for this slave girl. Ellen, take your place by your new Master.”
Chapter 4
Any thoughts Damon had had of bagging this whole thing fell away as Lawrence’s words reverberated in his head. Even if she hadn’t initially been his first choice, he’d beaten the odds and won the girl, and he did like winning.
Assuming he could get work out of his head, a solid week with this sexy, deeply submissive girl would be a delightful respite from real life. He was forced to admit to himself that he couldn’t wait to get started.
Ellen, on the other hand, looked like she’d just received a shock, and not necessarily a good one. At a none-too-gentle prod from Lawrence, she made her way toward Damon. Their eyes met as she lowered herself to the floor cushion beside him. When he smiled at her, color washed over her face as she ducked her head.
Damon was distracted from his observations about his new temporary slave girl by Anthony. “That completes the auction assignments,” he said, rising to his feet. “Zach, Jordan, Michael,” he said with a regretful smile, “I’m sorry you didn’t get a match this time out. I hope we’ll see all three of you again at another binding auction, as I believe each of you would make a worthy Master for the right sub. Meanwhile, please feel free to enjoy Mei, Nicole and Jenna, who await your pleasure in the dungeon. Lawrence will get you situated.”
Once Lawrence and the three losing Doms had filed out, Anthony turned to the remaining men and their kneeling subs. “Congratulations to all six of you. We have a boilerplate slave contract available on our website that you are free to tailor or you may devise one of your own.”
