They hadn’t attended an auction since, but Sir had insisted they witness this one.
“Trust me, little bird, you don’t want to miss it. I understand a certain Superintendent is up for auction.”
Sir had laughed at her open-mouthed astonishment, and Lindsey hadn’t been entirely sure he wasn’t making fun of her. Sure enough, as the second-to-last slave stepped forward, it was a familiar blonde, who glared into the stage lights.
With her arms clasped in the required chains, she still didn’t give off very submissive vibes, as confirmed by Mike’s soft curse to Lindsey’s right. Sat by his heavily pregnant Mistress’s feet, he shook his head and winced when Scarlett pinched his earlobe.
“Language, brass. She might think she’s a Domme, but this will teach her. I’m never wrong about these things.”
Master Jonas and Pedro, who made up the rest of their little table, both laughed.
“And we all know who’s going to bid for her, don’t we?”
Mistress Scarlett inspected her fingernails as though she couldn’t care less, and Lindsey watched in fascination as her whole stomach rolled. It hadn’t exactly been a huge surprise when the baby Scarlett had been expecting turned out to be babies. Thirty-six weeks into her pregnancy, she looked utterly enormous, and much softer around the edges. Not that anyone would dare say that to her face, but Mistress Scarlett, while still formidable when riled, glowed with an inner happiness these days quite at odds with her hard-nosed Domme persona she was known for. Then again, that had been pre-Mike, who put both his large hands on her stomach, and action on stage seemingly forgotten talked to his babies in a sotto voce voice.
Sir’s hand on her shoulder tightened, and she leaned into him. Hopefully, one day soon that would be them. Lindsey had had her contraception removed only last week, after all.
The bidding had started while Lindsey had been lost in her observations.
“Gentlemen, I fear you’ll be losing that bet. He doesn’t even seem to be here.”
Lindsey didn’t have to ask who Sir meant. Master Alexej and Sir had become firm friends since the whole Montgomery incident, as they now referred to it, and while he still frightened Lindsey a little, she’d also seen his softer side. Not that the Russian showed it often, and certainly not when the subject of Rose Malone came up.
“We have one-and-a-half thousand pounds for this lovely English rose here. Come, on, ladies and gents, surely we can do better?”
Master Nolan raised his hammer and looked around the crowed room.
“Going once, going twice…need I remind you this is for the victim support fund, a very needy cause I’m sure you will agree.” He smiled in Lindsey’s direction, and, heat staining her cheeks, she hid her face in Sir’s leg. Despite what had happened, she certainly didn’t think of herself as a victim. A survivor, maybe, but never a victim, never again.
“Five thousand.” A familiar Russian voice rung out from behind them, and a shiver of unease crawled up Lindsey’s spine when Alexej stepped out from behind the pillar he must have been leaning on this entire time. The intense focus which with he regarded the stage almost made Lindsey wish someone else would beat him to the woman on stage, who glared right back at him with disdain.
“Sold to Master Alexej. Come and claim your slave.”
Jonas and Pedro high-fived each other, Scarlett gave a satisfied nod, and Sir gave a short laugh.
“Let the game begin.”
THE END
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Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Time travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far-too-small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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