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"Which gives everyone a chance to see her," the soldier said, his voice like ice. "Driving her price up even higher."
Shale made a polite but noncommittal noise. The soldier placed a hand on Madison's bare shoulder. With a simple shift, he took her away from Troy and she was against him. He was wearing a uniform, and the wool scratched her bare flesh. She burrowed against him anyway, and his arm slid around her waist, hand palming her buttock. When he squeezed, the marks of the switch throbbed and the plug was nudged by his knuckles. The mix of pleasure and discomfort made her breath catch.
"I'll examine her thoroughly in the back. When the auction starts, you can communicate her bids to me via intercom. I will match and exceed them. No one will touch her except by my say-so."
"As you wish, sir." Shale's voice was as satisfied as any commissioned employee of the Training Mistress's would be, knowing she was going to get top dollar for her efforts.
He was guiding her away from the noise, the light. Yes, there might be people here, but he was taking her away from that. No one was going to touch her unless he permitted it. He'd said so. She inhaled his scent. He was near, holding her leash. It was okay.
She passed through another seemingly crowded area and then she was in blissful solitude with him, a quiet room that seemed quite a bit smaller. He unsnapped the tether, leaving her standing there without his support. She heard him moving around her, measured steps in crisp shoes. Military shoes.
"You're as lovely as I remember. Beautiful breasts, soft skin. You were ill-behaved in front of the camera this afternoon, a shameless tease." He pinched her buttock, hard, making her jump. "I see your bottom has already been whipped for an infraction. You'll be punished by me as well. Have you ever felt the bite of a single tail, sweet slave?"
She shook her head, and then yelped as something stung her nipple. Something electric, like a wand. She heard the crackle of the energy. "No sir."
"Better. You will address me as Master or Sergeant Major, at all times."
"Yes, Master." She shook as he moved the wand over her flesh, coming close enough for her to feel that tiny jolt and sting again. Under her nipple, along her hip bone, across her thigh. A thigh tracked with her moisture. His finger traced it and she bit her lip, then gave a yelp as he tugged on the chain to her nipple clamps, a firm hold that also pulled on the collar in a provocative way, reminding her she was wearing it.
"Spread your legs."
This was an entirely different tone from what she'd experienced before. There was no hesitation, no pause to determine what she was thinking, feeling, making sure they were going slow enough, reassuring her. But she was a trained slave. It was assumed she was ready for this, right? And though her heart was pounding rapidly and she was caught between nerves and a flight instinct, she was well aware she was responding to every word from his mouth, every touch. He'd taken her away from the stage, brought her here, just the two of them.
She'd spread her legs as he'd commanded. Her fingers fisted in the bonds at her sides as the wand touched her labia, just under the thong, sending the kiss of pain through those sensitive nerve endings. Catching the side strap in one finger, he pulled the garment outward enough to slide the wand down in between it and the bullet, making her hips jerk in rhythm as he kept applying those electrical impulses to her clit.
"Master . . ." She bit back a yelp as he gave her a sharper zap, a reminder she was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. But he caressed her cheek as if her outburst had pleased him.
"The bidding is about to begin for her, sir." Shale's voice, through an intercom. "Would you like to open?"
"Twenty-five thousand."
"Very good, sir."
He put pressure on her shoulder, holding her steady until her knees met the floor since she had no hands to balance her. She heard the rustle of clothing, a zipper opening, then she inhaled the intoxicating musk of his cock. "Now would be the time for you to convince me just how much you want to be mine."
She already had her lips parted. He fed his stiff organ to her, keeping his fist wrapped around it so he gave her a provocative inch at a time, making her lick and suck and tease at his knuckles with her mouth. With the sway of her body and the fervency with which she worked her lips over the portion he gave her, she begged for more. The plug inside her, the rub of the bullet against her clit, all added to her enthusiasm, her arousal.
"Thirty thousand."
Another pause as more bids were taken. Every few moments, the voice came through again, Shale patiently waiting for his next counteroffer. Sometimes he paused, and Madison would renew her efforts, frantic that he might change his mind. This was her reality, fully immersed in the fantasy that had been drawn around her, made impossible to resist by the blindfold she wore, the way he'd submerged her senses in an environment that convinced her she was in an auction house, and he was one of her bidders, this stern man in uniform.
"Fifty-six thousand." He reached down, caught one of those chains and she came off her heels as he tugged at her left nipple, pulling it up higher. She moaned against his cock as he thrust harder, his other hand fisted in her hair. "You're worth a hundred thousand for your mouth alone," he muttered. "But I have to have enough left over to feed you."
She didn't need food. She just needed him. She teased the corona, sucking on the edges, flicking her tongue along the throbbing vein. She wanted to make him come, wanted to hear him make the winning bid in a strangled tone of near release. He chuckled harshly as if he sensed her intent, and then pulled her off of him.
"Forehead to floor, ass in the air. Spread your thighs. Let me see those switch marks."
She obeyed, whimpering. She was so close to coming it was as if she was in aftershocks already. It was hard not to move. He pulled up a chair near her and rested the flat of one shoe against her ass cheek, using her as a footrest. A struck match and she smelled the scent of a clove cigarette, a much more pleasant scent than the tobacco kind.
"We have a competing bid of ninety-thousand, sir. I believe you have some competition."
"One hundred and five thousand. I know my competition, and he's about tapped out. He doesn't want her as much as I do. Which will be his eternal loss."
He shifted his foot, rocking her body slightly, almost like she was a cradle to soothe a baby, only she was the occupant being soothed by the movement as well. "I have some friends eager to meet you. You're my gift to them tonight. After I enjoy you myself. I have to be sure you're worth what I've paid for you."
Another silence, and then the intercom crackled. "Congratulations, sir. You have the winning bid. We've completed the transfer from your account. You may take her home."
"I'd like to see them try to stop me." The delicious threat and promise rippled along her spine. Her Master rose, trailing his fingers along that same track, down to the crease of her buttocks, probing between them, making her twitch as he dipped down beneath the thong to collect some moisture from her pussy, paint it around the rim where it was stretched around the plug. "It's good they've stretched you out there, but not too much. Some of the boys will want that pleasure tonight."
