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The auction was to take place on a raised dais at the back of the main dungeon. The scene stations that usually occupied the space had been dismantled for the event, four rows each containing six chairs set up instead.
Most of the chairs were already occupied by event attendees, most of them male. Each had been given a bidding paddle with a number on it. Lia recognized several people from The Garden.
The auction was just getting started as Beau and Lia slipped into two seats in the back row. Master Brandon was apparently the auctioneer. Lia had always thought he looked like some kind of ancient Scottish Lord, with his tall, sturdy build, auburn hair and rugged features. The four trainees stood in a row toward the back of the stage, naked save for their collars and some body jewelry.
“Let’s get started,” Master Brandon said in his loud, jovial voice. “Just to reiterate the rules: bidding is silent via your paddle. Before bidding begins, each slave will present him or herself to you in a series of positions designed to show you their wares and demonstrate their grace. All money raised will go to local charities. You will have one full hour to use your slave as it pleases you, with the caveat of no exchange of bodily fluids and no sexual penetration. In other words, they can suck you but they can’t fuck you, and vice versa.” The expected chuckles followed.
“Our first offering is slave Kinsley,” Brandon boomed. “Come forward and display yourself for our bidders.”
Kinsley looked sweet and shy, her eyes downcast as she stepped forward. Her breasts were small and high, her red-rouged nipples encircled with delicate rings connected by a long gold chain that hung between them. She wore matching bangles on her wrists and ankles.
Kinsley executed various slave positions that Lia knew all too well from countless hours of drilling during her previous tenure at The Enclave. She started out with the basickneeling presentposition, lowering herself to her knees and spreading her thighs wide. She moved from there tokneeling submitposition, kneeling forward face down, arms stretched before her.
Beau draped his arm over Lia’s shoulders. Reflexively, she leaned into his embrace. He stopped her by murmuring, “Sit up straight. No matter what I do to you, remain still and silent, eyes on the stage.”
Heart picking up its pace, Lia did as she was told. His arm still around her shoulders, he let his hand drop so it covered her left breast. He cupped it, moving his palm over her nipple until it hardened to a throbbing point.
Meanwhile, Kinsley lifted herself and leaned back onto straight arms, kneeling with knees wide. She glanced toward Brandon, who gave her a nod. Rising gracefully to her feet, she assumed thewait upposition, standing with legs slightly apart, wrists crossed over her head.
Beau shifted his arm a little, his fingers finding and gripping Lia’s distended nipple. He squeezed it, lightly at first, and then tighter, twisting until a small mewl of pain escaped Lia’s lips.
“I told you to be silent,” he murmured, his mouth close to her ear. “Suffer for me.”
He twisted again, sending another jolt of pure erotic pain through Lia’s nerve endings, directly to her cunt. Prepared this time, she managed to keep her mouth shut, lips pressed in a tight line to keep from moaning.
On the stage, Kinsley lowered her arms. She seemed to hesitate, momentarily frozen in place. She glanced again at Brandon, who lifted his brows as if to say,“Go on. Do it.”
Color suffused Kinsley’s pale cheeks as she assumed thegenital displayposition, arching her hips forward and spreading her labia so her cunt was fully exposed.
At the same time, Beau, his fingers still gripping Lia’s nipple, reached between her legs with his other hand. “Scoot forward on the seat and spread your legs wide, slut,” he growled softly.
The two men to Lia’s left were both watching her now, instead of the stage. Reminding herself she was an exhibitionist, Lia assumed the position, her left knee bumping the man closest to her in the process. He didn’t move away.
Ignoring the guys, Beau rubbed Lia’s rapidly moistening labia and then slid a hard finger directly inside her. Her cunt spasmed in nearly unbearable pleasure against the digit. In spite of his dictate that she remain silent, a low, feral cry escaped her lips. It was all she could do to hold her trembling body still.
“Focus,” Beau softly admonished. “And don’t youdarecome.” He moved his finger inside her while rubbing his palm over her slick vulva.
She tried to control her breathing as waves of raw pleasure hurtled through her. Normally, she was all about the erotic pain. Sexual pleasure was almost an afterthought. But now all she could think about was orgasming.
No doubt fully aware of exactly what he was doing, Beau chuckled with a sadist’s pleasure. “Control yourself, slut.”
Lia bit back a whimper. Somehow, this man had slipped past her usual defenses. She felt naked—exposed—with him in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. And damn it, if he didn’t stop what he was doing, she was going to come.
He’stryingto make you come,she admonished herself.Don’t give him the satisfaction. Show him you’re tougher than that.
Gritting her teeth, she kept her eyes on Kinsley.
When Beau slid a second finger inside her, Lia shuddered, gasping in her effort to control herself.
Don’t come. Youwill notcome. Think about something else. The auction. The new job. Think about…
But she couldn’t think of anything at all, except how incredibly sexy Master Beau was, as he worked his dark magic on her.
Then, all at once, he pulled his hand from between Lia’s legs and let go of her tortured nipple.
Sagging with a combination of thwarted need and relief, Lia drew in a deep breath through flared nostrils. She didn’t dare open her mouth in case another moan escaped.
Kinsley, meanwhile, had turned her back to the audience. The trainee reached back and spread her ass cheeks, giving everyone a good look at the small, perfect asterisk of her asshole.
