Auction Day: The Wolf Shows His Teeth
Brie pampered herself the morning before the auction. A long bubble bath with classical music made for a relaxed little submissive. She met Lea and Mary at the school and couldn’t help noticing the Center was buzzing with excitement.
“What’s going on?” she asked Mary.
“I don’t know. It’s weird. Even Ms. Clark is smiling.”
“An actual smile?”
Mary nodded slowly as if she couldn’t believe it, either.
Lea poked Brie in the ribs and pointed out that Sir and Marquis were having a private conversation and were actually laughing together. It was surreal.
When Ms. Clark came to get them, Brie saw her lips turned up in a jovial manner, even when she looked at Brie. Twilight Zone moment, for sure… Brie soon found herself on the stage, anxiously waiting to find out what the excitement was all about. She became distraught when she got the answer.
“This will be the last auction for this class of submissives. In honor of that, we will begin the bidding at one thousand dollars,” the auctioneer announced.
The last auction? She knew the class would be ending next week, but she’d assumed there would be a final auction. She hadn’t been prepared for things to end this fast!
There was a flurry of bidding and the numbers kept rising until she heard the auctioneer call out, “Sold to Faelan for two thousand, four hundred dollars.”
Her first thought was, Oh crap, that’s a lot of money! Her second was utter disbelief. Faelan?
He confidently walked onto the stage and took Brie’s arm. Her heart skipped a beat at his handling of her. The aura surrounding Blue Eyes was intensely male.
Brie followed him down the steps while the bidding began for Mary. The girl ended up in the hands of Captain. This time, he did not bother with the blindfold. She could not see the expression on Mary’s face when he went to retrieve her, but Brie sincerely hoped Mary would be kind to the man.
“Are you ready, blossom?”
Brie looked up into Faelan’s blue eyes and caught her breath. The intensity of his stare made him seem dangerous. She followed meekly behind him, her body quivering with excitement—and a little fear. There was definitely a dangerous vibe to him.
It turned out that Faelan drove an old Mustang convertible. He raised his eyebrow in a sexy manner when he opened the door, explaining to her, “Sucker for classics.”
When she’d sat down, he leaned over and buckled her into the seat, his lips just centimeters from hers. She could almost feel them on her mouth, but he pulled away and said, “Sucker for safety, too.”
Faelan wasn’t a speed demon like Tono, but he did punch it on the straightaways. Brie liked the rumble of the motor and the wind whipping through her hair. She felt a bit wild and stared at Faelan shamelessly.
He drove her to a side of town she hadn’t visited before. The community was made up of young professionals and had an energized feel to it. He pulled up to a small duplex and helped her out of the car.
A jogger passed by and waved. “Hey, Wallace, hot date?”
Blue Eyes gave him a friendly nod and responded, “Something like that.”
The man called back, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Faelan leaned down and growled in her ear, “Oh, but I plan to.”
She shivered as he led her to his home. This was not the mild-mannered business student she knew from the Center.
His place was small, but filled with modern conveniences. It had a youthful feel. Brie watched him casually fling his keys on a hallway table and motion her to his side.
He said gruffly, “Kneel.”
She basked in the feeling of his dominance as she knelt before him and he placed his hand on her head. He spoke solemnly. “Tonight you will serve me well.”
Her loins tingled with pleasure and anticipation. “Yes, Faelan.”
“Take everything off but your panties.”
She started untying the corset, but her hands fumbled with the laces. The way he was staring at her made it feel like her first time. Calm down! she commanded herself. She had at least four days more training than he did. That made her the veteran. She stood there confidently with her clothes in a neat pile at her feet, waiting for his next order.
“Turn around slowly.”
She felt the intensity of his gaze on every inch of her body. It was disconcerting how wet it made her.
“Go to the chair in the center of the room.”
She walked over slowly and faced him, keeping her eyes on his black marble floor.
He came over and showed her the rope in his hand. “I will be tying you to the chair. It will not feel comfortable. I want you to embrace the discomfort and know that you are doing it for me.”
She felt butterflies in her stomach. He was not going to be as easy to please as she had initially assumed. Ms. Clark’s voice rang in her head. You know what they say about assuming…
“Lay your shoulders on top of the back rest and keep your body in a straight line. I will support you until you are properly situated.”
Faelan helped her settle her shoulders on top of the wooden back, telling her to put her hands behind her. “Head back. Straighten your body.”
The chair dug into her skin and muscles as she braced her feet against the floor and made her body straight as an arrow. “Beautiful,” he said, running his hands down the length of her body. He tied her ankles together and attached them to the legs of the chair. It gave her some support and she was grateful for it. The crease of her ass lay against the edge of the seat and dug into her there, as well.
He tied her wrists together next and attached them to the rungs at the back. This also provided additional support, giving her a chance to remain in this position longer than she could have on her own.
Faelan tied a blindfold over her eyes next, then moved away from her. He said from the other side of the room, “You are beautiful, blossom.”
She could feel the emptiness engulf her when he left, and she worried that he was going to leave her like this. For a second she contemplated relaxing, but immediately dismissed it. She lay against the chair, keeping her stomach muscles taut to keep herself in place.
She felt a deep a sense of relief when she heard him return. “Did you miss me, blossom?”
“Yes, Faelan.” She was surprised how much she meant those simple words.
“We are going to play a game, you and I.”
Her heart rate sped up. What could he possibly have in mind with her tied in such a vulnerable position?
“It’s a guessing game.” Brie heard his footsteps as he walked across the room and stood over her. She couldn’t stop her quick, shallow breaths as she waited, feeling completely at his mercy.
Brie jumped when she felt the touch of something bitterly cold on her chest. It melted on her skin as he rubbed it over both breasts, making her nipples ache in response.
“What is it?”
“Ice, Faelan.”
“Very good.”
He took the ice away, and then kissed and licked her nipples, returning the warmth he had stolen from her. Then she heard him pick up a new item and felt something cold again. It glided over her stomach, but did not melt. She shook her head, unable to place what it was.
“Don’t move,” he said smoothly, then turned the item on its side so she could feel its sharpness. She gasped in fear and surprise.
“What is it?”
“A knife, Faelan.”
“Yes.” He chuckled lightly. The edge of the knife slowly glided down to her mound. She remained perfectly still, holding her breath. He cut through her thong and she felt him pull it away from her body. The flat of the knife returned and slid down over her clit, then the touch disappeared. She allowed herself to breathe then.
“Are you scared, blossom?”
“Yes, Faelan. A little…”
“Good.”
His answer gave her goose bumps. He was like a wild animal—enticing, but with the potential to bite her when she least expected it. Why it turned her on, she couldn’t explain.
She gasped when she felt his hot breath on her clit. His tongue sought out her sensitive nodule and began caressing it with its moist warmth, while his fingers made their way between her swollen lips. He lifted his mouth from her and said, “Your body gives you away, blossom. I can tell how much you’re enjoying my game.”
She could not deny it. “Yes, Faelan.”
His mouth claimed her clit again. She struggled not to lose her pose as his tongue plundered her. Eventually she cried out, her body shaking from the effort to remain still.
Faelan’s tongue left her clit, but his fingers immediately replaced it while his lips slowly made their way up her trembling stomach to her breasts, finally trailing up her neck all the way to her mouth. He kissed her then, and all other awareness fell away. Her only reality was the passion flowing through his lips.
Just as it had the first time, Faelan’s kiss took her breath away. The feeling frightened Brie because of the intensity—his kisses were demanding and all-encompassing. When he finally broke away, she groaned.
“Back to the game.”
This time she felt something smooth and extremely warm, almost hot. She had no idea what the item was as he glided it over her skin, but it seemed long and cylindrical.
“What is it?”
“I’m not sure, Faelan.”
“Maybe this will help.”
He trailed the hot cylinder down to her pussy. She whimpered when he separated her outer lips and slid the tip in. The heat of it felt delightfully erotic.
“What is it?” he asked.
“A dildo?”
She heard his chuckle again. “I prefer phallus, but yes, it’s a glass dildo, my sweet.” He repositioned himself before sliding the hot device inside her. She moaned, having no ability to participate, only receive.
“I put it in hot water to heat the glass, blossom.” He pushed it farther inside. The smoothness of the glass was delicious and the warmth of the phallus was like nothing she’d experienced before. He began stroking her with it, while his tongue plundered her mouth again.
His lips stole her breath away as he claimed her pussy with the glass cock in his hand. Brie’s body relented to the fire he was creating. She shuddered as sweat dripped from her forehead.
He changed the angle of the toy and it caused her whole body to stiffen. “Come, blossom.”
The swirl of erotic emotions gelled into an enormous orgasm. “Oh, Faelan…” she whispered as it took her, claimed her. It was so erotically intense, she couldn’t breathe and felt herself blacking out.
She felt him tugging at her bindings as he quickly untied them and took off the blindfold. Soon she was in Faelan’s arms. “Are you okay?”
She opened her mouth and then shut it, unable to form words yet. She just nodded.
“What is your color?”
She could hear the worry in his voice and nodded her head again.
He swept his hair away from his eyes in a nervous gesture. His newness was showing, but she found it appealing and attempted a weak smile.
He raised his eyebrow and said accusingly, “Do you normally orgasm like that?”
She shook her head.
His face broke out in a grin. “Ah, then I must be good.” He suddenly had the look of a cocky boy with that satisfied half-grin on his face. If she had not been acting as his submissive, she would have rolled her eyes in response.
He must have read her thoughts, because he grabbed her chin. “Oh no, disrespect is not allowed.” He pushed her head towards his cock. “Suck me, slower than you have ever sucked a man.”
She was still a little disconcerted from her orgasm, but she dutifully got in a kneeling position and opened her mouth. He eased his cock between her lips and she began fellatio.
“Too fast.”
She slowed down, licking his frenulum with less vigor.
“Still too fast.”
She looked up at him with his cock still in her mouth. Was he trying to test her? She licked his shaft centimeter by slow centimeter, her concentration focused solely on his manhood. Everything else disappeared as she centered on pleasing him.
She felt his hand on her head. “That’s better, blossom.”
With that simple act, she was totally his submissive again. She moaned with his cock in her mouth, wanting to express her pleasure at being his for the day. She took delight in teasing his manhood and feeling it respond in her mouth—the taste of his pre-come, the warmth of the blood rushing to the area, his rigidness, the little jumps it made in her mouth when she hit just the right spot.
His hand guided her to a faster pace, and she understood he was going to allow her to swallow his essence. “Taste your Master’s pleasure,” he said, grabbing both sides of her head as he released his seed into her mouth. She swallowed rapidly, surprised that it had a fresh tang, not as bitter as most she had tasted. She held on to his shaft as she finished licking the entirety of it.
“That was good. Now stand before me.”
She gracefully stood up. His finger lifted her chin up and his crystal eyes gazed directly into hers. “Who is in charge of you?”
She bowed her head. “You are, Faelan.”
He lifted her chin again. “I may not have the experience of the other Doms yet, but I know parts of you they cannot. We are kindred spirits, you and I.”
She met his confident stare with trepidation. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You fight against it, but you cannot hide from me.”
Faelan let go of her chin and started moving the chair and other instruments from the room. Then he turned to her. “I will show you what I mean, right now. Stand in the center and face the opposite wall.”
She turned away from him and stood there with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety.
To her surprise, he turned on the stereo. The music that erupted from the speakers had a driving beat, full of deep bass and drums. “Dance,” he commanded.
Brie felt a little silly, but she started wiggling her ass to the beat.
“No, close your eyes and give yourself over to the music.”
She closed her eyes as he’d commanded. She hadn’t heard music like it before. The beat demanded her movement, and the bass drove its vibrations straight to her loins. She relaxed and allowed it to carry her.
“That’s it, blossom…”
His praise heightened her pleasure as she danced for Faelan. The bass vibrated in her core, the electronic notes highlighting the score as she moved instinctually to the erotic rhythm.
Goose bumps rose on her skin when she felt his hot breath upon her shoulder. He pressed against her and started moving with her. The two gyrated together as a single unit, in time with the sensual beat. She looked down at his masculine arm wrapped around her waist, struck by how intensely male he was.
He moved away from her and ordered her to continue dancing. She did so reluctantly, wanting Faelan to continue his physical seduction of her. She closed her eyes again and moved to the rhythm, swaying her hips and moving her arms gracefully above her head, feeling totally, utterly female.
Her nipples hardened as she felt his naked skin pressing against her, his firm cock tucked between her ass cheeks. Then she felt warm liquid down her front, and the scent of milk chocolate filled her nostrils. Her eyes popped open. She looked down and watched his chocolate-covered hands make dark trails over her white skin.
“Keep dancing,” he murmured.
They moved in sync with the music as he covered her chest in warm chocolate. He left for a second and then returned, his hands dripping with more of the sweet ambrosia. She put her hands over his and followed them as they trailed down her stomach and then moved to her waist, grabbing her aggressively. She laid her head back against his shoulder, giving in to the warm sensation of his chocolate caress.
He panted in her ear like an animal. Then she felt his masculine hand grasp her throat, holding her possessively. She was overcome by the gesture, loving the submissive emotion it provoked. “Release your animal, blossom,” he growled. He then pushed two fingers into her mouth and she started sucking them as they continued to grind to the music.
When the beat slowed, Faelan turned her around and pushed Brie to her knees, then joined her on the floor. He cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed them together before licking and biting her chocolate flesh. Brie moaned raggedly, but her voice could not compete with the loud music filling her senses. The driving rhythm made her feel young, reckless, wild… She scratched her chocolaty fingernails down his chest. She looked down at his long, hard cock and cried, “I need…”
His lustful stare melted her loins. He turned her away from him, forcing her onto her hands and knees. Faelan grabbed her buttocks roughly, sexually, with only one thought in mind—to impale her with his manhood. She growled with animal passion as he delivered a powerful thrust. The two of them fucked to the aggressive beat of the music. His thrusts were demanding and she met every stroke by pushing against him, driving him in deeper. Needing more…
He sensed her unspoken desire and pushed her to the cold marble, shoving his cock deeper. She closed her eyes and accepted all of him. Possess me!
The two of them grunted as they copulated on the floor—and copulated was the proper term. She was lust—hungry, insatiable, ravenous. He met that unquenchable need, fucking her hard, picking her up and pushing her against walls, tables, chairs… He was rough with her, pulling her hair, grabbing her forcefully, slamming his cock into her repeatedly.
And her body took his raw passion—craved it, in fact. She licked his sweaty skin, needing to taste every part of him. At one point, the need for him became so intense that she bit down on his shoulder. He growled in lusty encouragement, pressing her against him.
By the time they had finished, she was a quivering heap of feminine flesh. She had to hold on to Faelan as he lathered her up and rinsed her off in the shower. Then he carried her to his bed and gathered her in his arms, panting softly in her ear. They lay like that for what seemed like hours, her body taking its own sweet time to come back down.
“You smell delicious,” he said huskily.
She buried her face in his neck and took a long inhale. She smiled as she looked into his blue eyes. “You have an intoxicating smell yourself.”
He pressed her closer to him and chuckled.
“What’s so funny?”
“I remember that day you were pushed into my chest at the door. I knew by the way you stiffened that you felt the connection too, no matter how much you wanted to fight it.”
“May I speak freely?” Brie asked.
“Yes, blossom.”
“You are an arrogant man.”
“I think you confuse arrogance with confidence, my sweet,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
She smiled despite herself. For being as green as he was, the man was Dom through and through.
“You and I are a lot alike, you know.”
She looked at him doubtfully. “How so?”
Faelan swept a string of wet hair from her cheek. “We both run on natural instinct. But it’s not just our instincts that we have in common, it’s also the burning desire to experience the limitless possibilities. Imagine two people determined to explore each other. Nothing too mundane or extreme to be considered, as long as both consent.”
Her heart quickened at the thought.
He kissed her tenderly on the lips and murmured, “I bet you didn’t know that I’m taking private lessons on top of my training.”
She shook her head and sat up to look at him more closely, surprised by the revelation. It seemed his interest in domination was not simply an infatuation over a girl. He was taking his training as seriously as she was—more so, in fact.
“I’ve decided to get the most out of the break from my business classes. Not wasting time while I have the opportunity to learn from the best.” Brie nodded, feeling a new level of respect for the man. She was about to tell him so when he switched gears on her, gliding his index finger leisurely down the middle of her chest.
“Now that I have brought out the lioness, I want to hear you purr.” His mouth demanded her attention as his hands began their wicked exploration. Brie wiggled and squirmed, thoroughly enjoying the fruits of his training.
When Faelan dropped her off at the Center, he insisted on not only escorting her inside, but also directing her to the chair next to Mary. He bent over and bit her earlobe. It sent a fresh set of shivers down her spine. He chuckled softly before leaving her side.
Mary gave Brie a strange look, so she mumbled, “What’s your problem?” Mary ignored her and turned back to the panel.
Brie wondered if Mary had struggled with Captain. It would be a shame for both parties, but Mary shouldn’t be taking it out on her.
Once Lea joined the group, the panel discussion began. Brie was relieved to hear via the trainers’ questions that Mary had had a positive experience with Captain. Surprisingly, Mary had actually enjoyed her time with him. It seemed that she’d relished being chained to the bed even more than Brie had. Maybe her calling was to be a pet for a strong Dom who could balance discipline with tenderness.
Lea’s last Auction Day had been with a Dom named ‘the Sheik’. He’d had a harem of five girls that he’d introduced Lea to. From the glow on her face and the excitement in her voice, it was easy to tell it had been Lea’s dream come true.
Sir turned his attention to Brie last. “How would you rate your time with Mr. Wallace?”
“I would give today a solid nine.”
“Really?” he asked. “I couldn’t help noticing the marks on your arms.”
Mary stared at her again, and this time Brie could not miss the look of jealousy that played across her face.
Brie examined both arms and saw that there were several red splotches, some of which were beginning to turn purple. She’d had no idea they’d been that rough. She looked back at him and said, “It was worth it, Sir.”
“What exactly did you do?” Marquis asked, clearly interested.
“Umm…basic, animalistic sex. We did play a game first. A guessing game that included a blindfold and certain items I had to identify.”
“I wouldn’t have suspected you liked it that rough, Miss Bennett,” Master Anderson commented.
“I’m a bit surprised myself.”
Sir followed up by asking, “Based on your rating, I assume it’s something you would entertain again?”
She blushed and stammered, “Ah…only with the right Dom, Sir.”
He answered with a simple, “I see,” but the way he said it was odd. She wasn’t sure how to take those two words, and was surprised when all five trainers wrote down something on their paper.
Ms. Clark asked the standard question: “Is there anything you would change about the encounter?”
Brie answered with a straight face, “Well, having a rug would have been nice. The marble was a bit hard.”
Mary snickered softly, causing Ms. Clark to instantly turn on her. “Do not encourage such insolence!”
Ms. Clark ordered Brie to look her in the face. Brie felt queasy as she lifted her eyes to the Domme’s. The look of disgust and anger was hard to take.
“Such a flippant answer has only one recourse—the stockade.”
Brie silently groaned. It was true. She had not treated Ms. Clark with the respect she was due, but this was their last auction night together. All Brie wanted to do was head out of the door with Mary and Lea.
“Please, Mistress Clark. I’m sorry if I sounded flippant.”
“You did not sound flippant, you were flippant. Speak again and I will increase your punishment.”
Brie nodded and sighed inwardly. She hoped desperately that the other two would wait for her. She needed her time with them.
Master Coen addressed the group. “This was your last auction. Next week, we will be introducing you to the community. It is a formal affair. I advise you to buy clothes suitable for the occasion.”
“What sort of clothes, Master Coen?” Mary asked.
“Clothes that would please a potential Master, of course.”
His words made Brie’s heart stop for a second. My Master…
Marquis Gray spoke next. “You will have the option to present a symbolic collar to the Dom of your choice, but keep two things in mind. One, you do not have to pick a Dom. In fact, we would discourage it. It would be wise to give yourself time to circulate. Second, even if you are certain you have found the Dominant you wish to partner with, he has the right to refuse you.”
Brie’s jaw dropped.
Marquis continued, “To prevent that from happening, we will allow you to meet with up to three Doms during the gathering. If, at the end of the night, you still want to present your collar, you will be given the chance to do so.”
Sir added, “Whether you choose to present your collar or not, take advantage of the three meetings. It is an opportunity to quiz Dominants you are interested in, and you are allowed to engage in private activities, if you so desire. You will have no better chance to interview potential partners.”
It kind of reminded Brie of speed dating, with a BDSM twist.
“Are there any questions?” Sir asked.
Lea spoke up. “Can we change our minds partway through the night if we decide not to present the collar?”
“At any point you may change your mind. This is a personal decision. Do not feel pressured—it’s simply an opportunity afforded you at the ceremony.”
There was no question in Brie’s mind about presenting a collar. She was desperate to commit to one Dom, but the problem was she wasn’t sure which one yet. Having her heart stretched in so many directions was killing her inside.
“If there are no further questions, you are dismissed.”
“All except you, Miss Bennett,” Ms. Clark snapped.
Brie stood up to follow, but Marquis accosted Ms. Clark and spoke to her briefly. While she was waiting, Brie heard Lea whisper, “We’ll be in the parking lot.”
Brie closed her eyes in relief. At least Ms. Clark wasn’t taking that away from her. The Domme snapped her fingers and gestured for Brie to follow. Her trainer’s heels clicked loudly down the hall. The ire in her walk was easy to hear, filling Brie with apprehension.
Why am I such an idiot?