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ChapterSix
Roman
The little sub’s eyes widen as she sees me and she mutters something, but I can’t hear what she’s saying.I’m inordinately pleased that she recognizes me from the pool, almost as pleased as I am that she seems a little terrified of me as well.A little healthy fear in a sub, particularly a new one, is always good.With this one, it’s downright intoxicating.
When she’d come onto the stage, I’d watched the range of emotions play across her beautiful face—discomfiture, fear, mortification, and even arousal—before she’d slipped that careful mask back into place and tilted her little chin up in defiance.I find I can’t wait to destroy that proud composure and reduce her to a girl who simply feels.
I walk onto the stage and take the leash that Collin hands me.He’s a dungeon monitor at Logan’s club in San Francisco and one of Logan’s most trusted Doms, and I know he’s taken care of Avalon while making sure she understands her place.
She’s looking at me with trepidation in those unfathomable green eyes, and I decide to let her worry a little more.I simply turn and tug, forcing her to follow behind me a few paces as I lead her back to my table.Most subs would kneel unless instructed otherwise, but she just stands next to the table uncertainly, her face impassive, although the way her body is fairly vibrating with tension gives her away.
Although the other two subs who’ve already been bought are kneeling at their new Doms’ feet, watching the remaining subs being auctioned off, I think Avalon needs the comfort of strong arms around her.Since she seems a bit skittish, I also want her to become accustomed to the idea that she’s mine to touch how and when I want.I pat my lap.
She stares at me in disbelief.
With a sigh, I tug sharply on the leash, and she stumbles.Unable to catch herself with her wrists bound behind her, she falls into me, and I catch her in my arms, settling her in my lap.
“First rule,” I murmur in her ear.“I will have my way, whether you cooperate or not.”
She stiffens slightly but nods.
“Good girl.Would you like a drink?”Although there’s a strict no-alcohol policy during scenes, she looks like she could use one, and this isn’t officially a scene.She nods again, and I gesture to the waitress, who immediately comes and asks what I’d like.I raise my eyebrow questioningly at my new little sub.
“A shot of tequila.Make it a double, please,” she says, completely serious.
I frown at her.“Bring her a glass of champagne,” I say to the waitress.To Avalon, I say, “I want you relaxed, not comatose.”
She turns her face away from me.I decide to let her insolence slide for the time being, and we watch as the voluptuous woman on the stage is auctioned off to one of the older Doms competing in the games until the waitress returns with the champagne.I take the glass from her and hold it to Avalon’s lips.
“Drink,” I command.
“You aren’t going to untie my hands?”
“Not yet.”
She presses her lips together tightly in stubborn protest, but when I don’t make a move to untie her, she finally parts her lips and takes a small sip.
I set the glass down on the table so I can run a hand possessively across her taut abdomen.It quivers beneath my touch.“I want to inspect what’s mine first.”
I trail my fingers up her torso and lazily circle one breast and then the other as the next submissive is brought onto the stage.I lightly pinch her nipple and she gasps, struggling to get out of my arms.“You can’t do that!”she hisses under her breath.
“Oh, I can and I will,” I assure her, holding her immobile against me.“I bought you.You’re mine.”
By the time the next Dom comes onto the stage to claim his submissive, Avalon is squirming delightfully in my lap.
As the next two subs are auctioned off, I alternate between exploring her smooth, flawless skin and pressing the glass of champagne to her lips, my cock hardening when her tongue darts out to lick a stray drop of champagne from her sensuously full upper lip.I suddenly want nothing more than to bite that lip as I press myself into her, penetrating that cool exterior until I make her scream.
The champagne and the slow, rhythmic touch of my hands on her body are having the desired effect, and I can feel her relaxing into me as the next three subs are presented and bought.As the bidding for the next sub—a cool blonde with an air of arrogance—ends, Avalon struggles to sit up.I pull her back firmly against my chest as my gaze sweeps across the room, trying to a see what’s caused her distress.Ah.My little sub’s alleged Dom, Emmett, has just won the bidding and is claiming his sub.
I cup her left breast with my right hand, holding her still.“I know he’s your friend, but remember, you are mine,” I remind her firmly, my lips near her ear.I take the nipple between my forefinger and thumb and roll it gently.I hear the sharp intake of her breath, but she doesn’t say anything.I twist a little harder.“Do you understand?”
She nods.
I increase the pressure on the hardened little bud as she wriggles deliciously against my hard cock.“Say it!”I demand.
“Fine.I’m yours,” she says breathlessly.
And I feel like I’ve won the fucking lottery.
