I could hear the sounds of people talking and glasses clinking and it frightened me. Was I about to be put on display again? I hadn’t liked that feeling at all. I’d dealt with it. I hadn’t let it take me over, but I didn’t like it. That was the one thing I wasn’t going to do again, especially seeing how the other women had to be treated in ways I wasn’t. If I sought another Dom, if this man didn’t wish to keep me after the three-month contract was up, then I might find one without being put up for auction.
I was fairly certain, at that point, that I would seek to stay some Dom’s sub. The truth was that belonging to someone had already made a pleasant feeling pulse within me.
My owner stopped and turned to me. “I want you to know that I’m extremely proud to have you, Blyss. Hold your head high and be proud to be mine. You’ll be rewarded for your efforts.”
“I’m proud to belong to you, master.” It wasn’t a lie. I was elated to find the man to be so appealing to me. Not only physically, but I admired the way he talked to me too.
He nodded, then opened the door and walked into the crowded room. I was astonished by the odd-looking people who had converged there. Many men were there, clad in black tuxedos much like the one my owner wore. And the women wore skimpy little leather straps that barely covered anything. I saw a few of the women I’d been in the auction with. A couple of them wore blue dresses, telling people they were BDSM virgins. The other actual virgin, Caity, was there with her Dom. She looked pale and visibly ill.
She and I had talked a little while we were put on display. She needed money very badly. Her home had burned down to the ground and she didn’t have any insurance. She’d inherited a small, wood-frame home from her grandmother. It was all she had.
I felt sorry for her as she saw this as the only opportunity she had to get back on her feet—feet she’d never really been on. The fact was, she liked women, not men. I’d asked her if she’d thought about putting herself in the lesbian auction, but she thought men would pay more for her than women since she couldn’t call herself a virgin in that respect.
The man who’d won her was good looking and any woman would love to have him between their legs. But Caity didn’t want a man. It was sad that she thought she only had that way to make money. After my initial experience, I’d most likely write about other subs. Delving into the psyche of others was what I did, after all. And I was searching the faces of those we walked past, wishing I was a mind reader. Some of the women were in their element, their faces seductive and sultry. Others looked frightened and embarrassed. I figured I looked somewhat aloof, as I often did according to the people I knew at school.
My master stopped as a man with salt and pepper hair acknowledged him. “Might I kiss the hand of the fairest Sub I’ve ever seen?”
My master turned to me. “Extend your hand, Sub. Allow one of the club’s founders to meet you.”
It struck me odd that a founder of the club would call me the fairest Sub he’d ever seen. After all, he’d seen many of them. I extended my hand and he took it in his. His lips pressed against the top of my hand as he looked into my eyes. His eyes were a deep blue and there was a fair amount of sorrow in them.
I gave the man a smile and he returned one to me. “You are a true beauty, Miss Danner. You’re in good hands with this man. I look forward to seeing you at the end of your contract. You’re pure as snow right now, but you won’t be when we next meet. I think I’ll find it interesting to see if you blossom or wilt as you discover our world.”
“I like the way your mind works, sir. I’d love the chance to discuss what I’ve learned and how I feel about this world once my contract is over.” I bowed, as I felt it was the thing to do.
The man sighed and let my hand go. “Treat her right, Mr. M. She is precious.”
“I’m well aware of that. Thank you.” My owner gave me a brief smile, then led me on.
In all my twenty-two years, I’d never been looked at so much. And most of the people in that room looked at me with awed expressions, especially the men who looked at me. More than a few women turned down their noses at me.
It was obvious to me they thought I was a liar. Never having masturbated was something I couldn’t prove. Even some of the women I was in the auction with had made comments about that.
There wasn’t a thing I could do about what anyone thought. I didn’t waste any time on trying to get any of them to believe me. What did it matter in the scheme of things anyway? When the crowd began to thin, I found a black door that my owner was heading to. The door to the private rooms, I guessed. The strangest combination of hot and cold ran through me as we came to the door.
Was he going to just go for it, tie me up, and begin hitting me with things? Was he going to take my virginity with great speed and get that out of the way? What was he going to do to me? He opened the door and led me into a long, dark hallway. It was only lit by red and green lights that were up high. The walls were black and it was other-worldly in the corridor. I heard noises that definitely reminded me of what one might hear if they found themselves in a dungeon.
“This place is aptly named,” I commented.
I got no response from the man who led me to a door with a green light above it. He opened it and a dim yellow light highlighted a few ghastly sights the room held.
He took me inside, closing and locking the door behind us. “Your first thoughts, Blyss?”
“The room inspires fear. Is that one of the basic emotions BDSM is based on?” I looked him in the eyes and saw his sparkle.
“Yes. In life, there are many things people fear. Some have valid reasons, like rattlesnakes, blazing infernos, and things that can actually kill you.”
I gestured to the shackles that hung on the wall. “If a body is secured, unable to retreat, and physical harm is inflicted, one can die.”
“That’s true. The truth is, there are things in this room that can cause serious injury and even death. Even if I allowed you to fight me, I could easily string you up and beat you until you’re dead. As my sub, the first thing we have to establish is trust. You should never allow anyone to bind you in any way if you don’t have complete trust in them.”
With a nod, I said, “That said, master, I haven’t known you long enough to form an opinion about how trustworthy you are. While you seem like a man people trust, I don’t know that for sure. Will you be attempting to tie me up tonight?”
He pulled my leash, making my face come close to his. “And if I did, what would you do about it?”
I had to think about that one. What would I do?
My eyes wandered around the room and I found one of the several cameras that were there. “I’d look into one of the cameras and ask for security to be sent in.”
“You could do that.” His lips grazed my cheek, then trailed over my neck before they landed on the shell of my ear. His breath was warm and my knees went weak. Luckily for me, his arms moved to enclose me in them, holding me up. “Or you could judge me based on what your body and brain tell you. Do I give you a sense of dread, Blyss?”
“No, sir.” I wasn’t feeling dread at all.
His body went flush with mine and I could feel his cock becoming erect as it pushed against my mound. “Do I give you a sense of adventure?”
“Yes,” came my breathless reply.
He kissed his way down my neck, then turned me in his arms and faced me to the wall. “Put your hands on the wall.”
I did as he’d said and found him moving his hands over my shoulders, then down my body. He left streams of heat on my skin as he made his way over every part of me with a gentle touch.
“Can you tell me why you held onto your virginity, only to give it to a stranger?”
“I didn’t plan it, exactly. It just so happened that no man ever wanted it.”
His arms ran around my waist and he pulled me back to him. I sank into his body as he breathed into my ear, “That’s impossible to believe. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever laid eyes
on.”
“I guess you’re the only one who thinks that, master.”
I stopped breathing as one of his hands moved down my stomach, resting on my pussy. “I’m not the only one, I assure you. But I am the only man who will be touching you, holding you, and treasuring you and what you’re giving me. I don’t take lightly the gift that is you.”
“The way you speak is intoxicating. Not that I’ve ever been intoxicated, but this must be how it feels. My head is light, my body feels like electricity is moving through it, and I’d do anything you want.”
“You’ve formed that trust in me that I was talking about. See, it’s easy, isn’t it?”
“With you, it is,” I agreed. “Do you want to tie me up, master? I’m ready to do anything you want.”
The growl that came from deep inside of him made his entire body rumble. “That’s good to hear. I won’t be doing anything like that to you yet.” He turned me in his arms and rested his forehead against mine. “Tonight, we’ll get to know one another. I want this to be special for you.”
“That’s sweet of you. You’re quite the opposite from how you look.”
“Like how?”
“You’re big and all muscles.” I ran both hands over his bulging biceps. “Kind of beastly, you know. But inside you seem to have a softness that’s rare, I bet.”
“I can be brutal too, Blyss. You’ll find that out later. Much later, after I’ve gained all of your trust. You think you have trust in me now, but it’s not anywhere deep enough for what I have planned for you. For that, you’ll have to trust me with your life, something you can’t possibly do yet.”
The way he held me had me wanting to undress and get right to it. Our bodies were hot and I was about to break into a sweat. I envisioned us together on a bed, sliding together as we coupled like a couple of squids, all slippery and entangled.
His hand moved to the back of my neck, cupping the base of my skull in his large hand. “I’m going to kiss you now. I want you to tell me the truth. Always tell me the truth about things, even if you’re embarrassed by it.”
“Okay.”
“Have you ever been kissed?” His eyes searched mine for the truth.
“Never.” I felt my lips pulsing as I got ready for my first kiss.
“Never,” he exhaled the word. “How fortunate for me. I get to give you your first kiss.”
My fingers curled around his arms as he moved closer to my mouth. I parted them only a bit, and when his touched mine, I went wet. His tongue barely touched my lips, then he eased it through them. He tasted like cinnamon and I wondered if I tasted good or terrible to him. When he moaned and pressed his mouth harder against mine, I knew he liked what he tasted. His tongue stroked mine as mine laid limply in my mouth. He coaxed it to move with his, and I did what he wanted, loving how it felt.
Why touching lips and tongues felt so good made no sense. Food had moved over my tongue before. I’d licked lollipops and ice cream cones, but nothing had ever made that sensation inside of my mouth before. I was flying, without wings, without drugs, without alcohol. The man who’d bought me was taking me on a ride I’d remember for the rest of my life. And it was only our first kiss.
Troy
Blyss lived up to her moniker. Kissing her was pure bliss in every sense of the word. I’d kissed many girls, but that young lady took my breath away. Our chemistry was explosive. The way she clung to me as I kissed her spoke to my heart. I knew, without a doubt in my mind, that she was going to be a Sub I’d always remember.
When I ended our first kiss, we both were breathing hard. I could’ve dropped her on the floor and fucked her right then. My cock was begging me to do that, but my brain wouldn’t allow it. She wasn’t like the other subs I’d had. She was more innocent than anyone I’d ever been with. We had three months to do all I wanted. I could wait. I could make it an experience she wouldn’t only remember, but would think about as the best thing that had ever happened to her.
I took her hand, instead of the leash that was attached to the collar I’d put on her. “I’m taking you to a nice hotel, where we’ll have separate rooms. We can have a late dinner, then I’ll walk you to your room and leave you for the night.”
She hung onto me as if she wanted more. I didn’t care if she did want more. I was going to give it to her the way I wanted to. The way I knew would be best for her.
When she nodded, instead of argued, I was happy. “Okay, master.”
I felt I needed to make sure she knew a few things before we left the safety of the club and entered the judgmental world of reality. “My name is Troy Masterson. You’ll call me Troy when we’re not here or in private.”
“Yes, master.” She smiled at me and blushed. “I like your name.”
I kissed her lips for the briefest of moments, as I just couldn’t get enough of them. “I’m glad you do. I like your name too. Now, let’s get going. I’m sure you’re tired after such a long day and we have a lot to do tomorrow. There’s shopping to do before we head out in the morning.”
I picked up the leash and led her to the door as she asked, “And where are we going?”
“Camping, after one night in a nice hotel, sleeping on soft beds. Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping on a blow-up mattress while gazing at the stars. How does that sound to you?”
“Good. Anything you want sounds good to me.”
I knew she was being agreeable more so now than she would be later on. The new was still controlling her. In no time at all, that would wear off, and we’d get on real terms with one another. That’s what I was looking forward to. Getting to know the real woman that was Blyss Danner. Perfection is only good for a small amount of time. No one can be expected to live up to that all the time. While Blyss was on point in every way imaginable, I would never hold her to staying that way. I didn’t even want her to stay that way.
I wanted to see her screaming with desire, sweating bullets as I took her body to an unbelievable max. I wanted to see her with her hair in a tangled mess and her creamy skin blotched red from my hands and whatever else I used to torment that perfect skin of hers. She thought I was a softie, and to a certain extent, I was. But the biggest part of me was a warrior who wanted to make more people into what I was. A person with more strength than weakness.
We walked through the roomful of people again, and I reveled in how the men looked at my woman. Blyss held her head high as I’d instructed her to. Not an ounce of training in her and she was naturally exhibiting traits of the most prized subs in the club.
As we waited outside at the valet’s entrance for my Jeep to be brought around, I took off the collar and kissed her cheek. “I’m Troy now.”
“Hi, Troy.” She kissed my cheek too and slipped her hand into mine. “This is fun.”
“What kinds of things do you do for fun?”
Shrugging, she said, “I don’t. I mean, I read. I guess you can say I have fun vicariously through the characters I read about.” Her eyes clouded. “Do you think that’s sad?”
“Why would I think that’s sad?” I opened the passenger door as my car was pulled up to the curb.
“Everyone I know thinks it’s sad.” She took a seat in my car, and I closed the door as my brow furrowed. She was in a prestigious college, full of above-average students. Why would they all think she’s sad for reading?
I got in behind the steering wheel and took off. “I don’t know who all you know, Blyss, but I don’t see anything wrong with being an avid reader.”
“When it’s about all you do, then it seems to be a problem.” Her hands knotted in her lap.
“Well, that’s all about to change. I’m going to fill this summer with things you’ve never done. All kinds of things. The place I have in mind for camping has a lake. We’ll swim and maybe rent a boat.”
“I never learned how to swim.”
“What?” I stopped myself from sounding as if that was so unbelievable. “I mean …no prob, I’ll teach you.”
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�I also don’t know how to ride a bike. I’ve never been to the movie theater. I’ve never been to the zoo or the beach. I’ve been on a bus that went past the beach once, but I’ve never felt the sand between my toes.”
I gulped, as she seemed like she must’ve lived in a plastic bubble. “Where did you grow up, Blyss?”
“I was born in Texas. I wasn’t there long. I was moved to New York. They had better places for me there. I didn’t go to school in New York. I was sent to Michigan to live in an orphanage and went to school until the third grade. Then I was moved again. This time, I was sent to Colorado. There was a new program where the orphanage taught kids. Homeschool is what it was called. I stayed there and did that with a group of about eighteen kids. But when I was to go to high school, I was moved again.”
“Jesus, Blyss!” I felt terrible for her and had to try hard not to make her feel bad by pitying her. I knew people hated being pitied.
She looked out the window, and I reached over, taking her hand to give her some comfort. She looked at it, then me as a weak smile took over her sweet lips. “I know my childhood is daunting, to say the least. You’ll be happy to know I went to all four years of high school in the same place—West Virginia, a school for highly intelligent teens. And from there, I was accepted into Stanford, and I’ve been in California for the last five years. That is where I finally interacted with people and found my voice.”
“Glad you found yourself.” I squeezed her hand lightly.
“Only a small fraction of myself, Troy. I came here to find more. I want to make myself into something more while I do research on this lifestyle. I’m going to do my thesis on BDSM.”
I let out a loud guffaw, then hated that I’d done that. “Sorry. You’re serious, huh?”
“I am.” She nodded. “I’m going to be a psychologist. I think making a thesis on that subject might even get me published before I begin my practice.”
“Intelligent and gorgeous. Man, I lucked out.” I pulled her hand up and kissed it. “I can’t wait to get to know all about you.”
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