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But this morning everything felt different. She was genuinely delighted for the couple. Could it be that she, too, might be stumbling into something equally as meaningful and powerful in her own life?
Cool it, her rational mind warned her. You’re moving too fast. Slow the fuck down.
But the rest of her ignored the warning. She was too giddy with joy to heed her own cautions. And she couldn’t wait to see Dylan again.
~*~
That evening, Dylan laced his fingers through Kendra’s as they stood near the auction stage in the main dungeon. They’d both been too busy that afternoon for a surfing lesson. They’d agreed it would be fun to check out the slave auction before engaging in a scene of their own.
“Maybe I’ll auction you off someday,” Dylan teased, though he had no intention of doing any such thing. He was a possessive Dom by nature, and he certainly didn’t want to share Kendra with anyone. He had no idea where things would go between them but he was looking forward to finding out.
“In your dreams, buddy,” she retorted with a saucy grin.
“That’s Master Buddy to you, slave girl,” he replied with a laugh.
Several guests and two of the staff slaves had been “sold” for an evening of negotiated play when Lauralee, the woman who had so sweetly asked him for a Shibari bondage session the other night came up on the stage.
Her plump body was packed into another revealing leather outfit, this one a very low-cut, very short black leather dress with various complicated-looking zippers. Ryan, who was serving as the auctioneer for the evening, started the bidding process.
“Hey, look,” Kendra whispered. “It’s Master Upchuck from the bullwhip session.”
Dylan followed her gaze. “You’re awful,” he chided, chuckling. “But you’re right. That name suits him better than just Chuck. Something about the guy gets my hackles up.”
The man in question sat on a chair in the first row of seats in front of the stage. He was again decked out in full leather regalia with lots of extraneous chains dangling, a pair of metal handcuffs clipped to his belt. His naked submissive knelt beside him, a leash attached to the collar around her neck. She didn’t look especially happy that he was bidding on another woman, though maybe Dylan was projecting.
He’d seen plenty of guys in the scene like Master Chuck—pompous, arrogant men who thought that putting on leather, carrying a big whip and insisting their pronouns be capitalized as if they were deities made them Masters. Though it was a generalization, guys like him tended to be fairly clueless when it came to the lifestyle.
There were several people bidding on Lauralee, who looked nervous but excited. Dylan couldn’t help but admire her courage, and the courage of all the subs who got up on that stage, putting themselves out there like that. He doubted he’d have the balls to do it.
“Sold to Master Chuck for one thousand dollars,” Ryan eventually called from the stage, rapping his gavel on his podium.
“Poor Lauralee,” Kendra said.
“Yeah,” Dylan agreed.
The auction over, they turned their attention to the room. “That nylon spider web suspension frame over there looks pretty hot,” Kendra said. “I’ve always wanted to try out one of those things.”
“An excellent idea,” Dylan enthused. “You’d look hot as hell tethered in that web. Maybe I’ll invite a second Dom so we can flog you from both sides at once.”
Kendra sucked in a breath and hugged herself. “Yes, please,” she said urgently, her eyes shining. She was dressed in a super sexy bustier cut in such a way that her round, high, perfect breasts were fully on display.
Stepping away from the auction stage, they made their way to the web restraint frame set up near several St. Andrew’s crosses, two of them already in use. Dylan unhooked Kendra’s sexy bustier and set it aside, leaving her in thong panties and thigh high black stockings. She looked so incredibly sexy and inviting that he briefly considered forgetting the scene altogether and just taking her directly to his bed.
But, no. The scene would make the lovemaking later all the sweeter, and he could tell she was excited by the prospect of being suspended in the web.
He used the attached straps to secure her by the waist, wrists, arms, thighs and ankles, rendering her completely immobile and at his mercy, her feet no longer touching the floor. A sublime, submissive expression of surrender moved over her face as he tethered her in place. As he worked, he couldn’t resist kissing her mouth, her shoulder, her breasts, her thigh. His cock bulged in his pants, his whip arm tingling with the need to flog her.
When he looked around for another Dom to join in their play, he saw Master Chuck leading Lauralee to the unoccupied St. Andrew’s cross near the web, his slave girl crawling as fast as she could behind them.
