They walked over to a group of people in a seating area. “Masters, Mistresses, subs, and slaves, I would like to introduce Grace. She’s a new prospective member, and it’s her first night,” Craig announced to the group.
He stood back and waited to see who approached her first. It would assist him in confirming his impressions of her slave potential. He was shocked when Sam was the first to approach her. Sam was a long-term submissive.
As he approached Grace, Sam lowered himself into an extreme submissive stance. All his body language screamed, “dominate me, I will submit.” When Grace took his hand, very obviously distancing herself, she showed instinctually she understood his offer, but at the same time rejected the role to dominate.
Frank, a Dom he’d known for many years, then approached her. He projected his domination by staring straight at her while invading her personal space. Grace immediately showed her submissiveness by lowering her eyes and rolling her shoulders forward, but also a measure of defiance to his domination by taking a slight step backward. Grace was a very interesting specimen. She had the armor of a dominatrix but the soul of a true natural submissive.
Sandra then approached the group to extract Grace so she could begin the tour. After they’d left, Craig couldn’t wait to see what both Frank and Sam’s thoughts were of Grace.
“So tell me what you think of Grace?”
“Craig, I honestly thought she was a Domme. She carries herself with the air of a Mistress, but obviously, she’s a submissive, through and through. Shame really…I’d have loved to submit to her.” Sam’s face showed genuine regret.
“She’s an extremely strong submissive, Craig. She could easily be psychologically damaged. She would have to submit willingly, I can see. But to be on the receiving end of that submission would be something. She would give pure devotion.” Craig could see the envy in Frank’s eyes. It had been two years since Frank’s sub and wife had died. She’d been killed behind the wheel of her car by a drunk driver. Frank had not been the same since. He needed someone to get him out of his rut.
Grace followed the group to the basement level of the club. Sandra explained that this was the dungeon and what was allowable here. Grace looked around. She had no idea of the purpose of half the equipment in the room. The group watched as a dungeon master had a submissive strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross. He was in the process of placing strike after strike of the crop against her ass.
Seeing the sub restrained at the mercy of the dungeon master sent a shiver of jealousy through Grace. She wished it were her there instead. Even though part of her was terrified at the image, she still longed to submit to the erotic punishment. To let herself go, to know she was safe in her Master’s hands, to not have to be responsible, to not have to take care of anyone. Until this moment, Grace hadn’t been aware of how right this Lifestyle felt to her. She realized then this was her destiny. It would fulfill her as nothing else ever had.
How light could I travel without the weight of the world on my shoulders? Maybe Craig was right. Maybe I should consider a slave contract?
It would only be for six months. Sandra had explained that was the best timeframe. Not so long as to be bored in the relationship, but long enough to settle into the role. Imagine all the knowledge she would gain and the training. It would be like a paid vacation. However, could she really trust anyone that much to let them control her life? Could she truly let go completely? She could always change her mind if she found it wasn’t for her. It would be a business arrangement. There was no failure in terminating a nonsuitable business venture. She needed to talk to Craig. Maybe he could help her with some of her fears.
On the opposite wall, a Mistress had a male sub kneeling at her feet, demanding that he lick her boots in thanks for the punishment she has just given him. Considering the scene, Grace felt no desire at all to be in the Mistress’s place. To be truthful, she’d never respect a submissive man. It wasn’t in her nature. She knew she’d treat him cruelly and not with the love a Mistress should give.
Michael walked into the club alone. He was still seething that Jason couldn’t come with him. Thanks to a deal that had started to fall apart at the last minute, Jason was stuck at the office. This whole thing wasn’t even his idea. But here he was, wasting time just to placate Jason. At the moment he felt like he was gay and Jason was his wife. That sounds about right. I feel like we have a vanilla marriage, demanding, tedious, and annoying, with no sex.
As soon as he found Craig, and checked out these slaves, he could get out of here. He’d head home and sit on the deck with a scotch, looking out at the night sky and letting all his stress melt away. The only thing that’d make it picture perfect was a submissive on his lap or maybe sucking his cock. Definitely the blow job, he thought. He needed release and bad. Maybe he could pick up a sub while he was here. Sighing, he knew the trouble just wouldn’t be worth it.
He saw Craig in the seating area by the bar talking to Scott Kennedy. Scott was a good guy, a bit immature, but a good Dom. “Craig, Scott, nice to see you both.”
“Michael, it’s good to see you again. Is Jason with you?” Craig tilted his head, looking around.
“No, I’m flying solo tonight. But I can fill him in on everything I see. I know his tastes well.” Michael chuckled with amusement. He knew both Doms were aware that he and Jason shared.
“Shame Jason couldn’t make it. Scott’s here also to see some of the new talent. He’s also in the market for a slave.”
Michael noticed the change in Craig’s tone. If he didn’t know better, he was sure Craig was trying to pit Scott against them.
“Michael, I didn’t know you and Jason had finally graduated to big Dom pants. Finally looking for a slave, eh!” Scott snickered.
“Scott, you’re such a comedian. Slave ownership is a concept we’re investigating right now. We’ve made no commitments yet.”
Just as Craig had suspected, Michael wasn’t fully on board with what obviously was Jason’s idea. However, Michael was showing his interest by coming along alone, which was a leap in the right direction. “Well, gentlemen, the first slave I’d like to show you is one you’re familiar with. Slave K will be in next week’s auction, unless I find a private placement for her beforehand.”
“Really, Craig, I thought she was one of your favorites. Hasn’t she been with you for a couple of years now? Why the sudden change?” Scott’s surprise was apparent in his voice.
“She and I have run our course, and it’s time for her to move on.”
“Yes, boredom does get to us all sooner or later. I’m not sure our friend Michael here could handle her though. She’s a true slave and in quite deep.”
“Yes, but I never would have thought Michael would be looking for a slave in the first place, so who knows?” Craig responded.
“As beautiful and as graceful as Slave K is, she wouldn’t fit into our home. Craig, I’m sorry, but you can count Jason and I out of bidding for her.” He wanted to say he had no interest in mindless toys.
Yes, she did have a great body and model’s looks, but there was no substance, no spark. Not to mention Jason and he both liked women who had some meat on their bones. He never understood the desire to fuck a stick. He was more interested in feeding them than fucking them.
Craig burst into laughter. “I love that I can always count on your honesty, Michael, and your political correctness. Okay, so Slave K is not for you, moving on. If you look to the dance floor, you’ll see the woman in red with the black hair, standing next to Mistress Stephanie. She’s a new member who recently moved here. She’s been in a slave contact before and will be participating in the next auction.”
Michael studied the woman Craig had pointed out. She had a good figure, but she looked awfully young. Turning to face Craig, he had to ask, “How old is she?”
“She’s twenty-two but has the maturity of a thirty-year-old.” He’d worried about this. Michael, in the past, had issues with too big of an age gap between himself and a
submissive. He had hoped he’d moved past it, but apparently not.
“Craig…I think you know me better than that. Again, Jason and I will not be bidding.”
“Okay, Michael, let’s forget the other three I was going to show you.” Craig tapped his finger to his chin, humming. He was playing this for dramatic effect to draw Michael in. “I do have another interesting prospect. I believe she may be in the next auction. However, that is yet to be confirmed. She’s on her trial night as we speak,” Craig drawled, adding to the intrigue.
“So, she’s never been auctioned before?” Michael’s voice perked with interest.
“She’s new to the Lifestyle. She is of course completely untrained. Her name is Grace. She’s intelligent and a beauty…However, what is most interesting about her is the energy she exudes. I must warn you, however, she’s a bit of an enigma,” Craig said, picking up his drink. “She has the look and walk of a dominatrix, the spirit of a submissive, and I believe the soul of a slave. Tonight, both Doms and subs were attracted to her. She’s a contradiction. Actually my best description would be a sheep in wolf’s clothing.” He twisted his drink in his hand, trying to suppress a chuckle and failing.
Both Scott and Michael turned to look at him. They both had fire in their eyes and a challenged expression on their faces. For a Dom, there was no greater challenge than making a woman like this submit to them. “Of course because of this, she’s not yet agreed the idea of a slave role. I know she’s made for it, but she’s in conflict with herself for the time being.” The bait was in place and the trap set. Now he just had to sit back and watch.
“So, Craig, my man, where is this sheep in wolf’s clothing?” Scott said, near drooling.
“I’ll have Sandra bring her to us. However, gentlemen, I must have your word that you’ll not make any offer or imply in any way that you believe she’s a slave. It’s in everyone’s best interests that she be allowed to make her decision freely, and I’ll do all I can to help her get to the auction block.”
Scott growled. “I’m sure I speak for Michael and myself, given he has more honor than ten of me. We give you our word. Now produce the girl!” He couldn’t hold back his impatience. His Dom fought to the surface and won.
“Scott, my dear friend, that Dom voice may work with your slaves, but you couldn’t even fantasize about me submitting to you.” Craig’s eyes pierced Scott with anger.
“My excitement got the better of me. I’m eager to see this girl. I apologize, Craig, for my outburst.”
“All’s forgiven, Scott. I’ve texted Sandra, and she’ll be bringing Grace to us in a few minutes.”
Grace followed Sandra to Craig, who sat with two other men. The one to the left of Craig had sandy blond hair and blue eyes. She guessed he’d be in his mid to late forties. He was quite handsome and had an air of youth around him. She sensed he was an eternal child.
The other man to Craig’s right looked to be in his late thirties, maybe even forty. He was tall and very well toned, not like a bodybuilder but more…just well cared for. He had dark hair, a ruggedly handsome face, and gray eyes. The intensity of those eyes stunned her. She could actually feel him inspecting her. Just him looking over her body sent shivers of heat down her spine right to her core. She felt as though his eyes were breaking through all her protective barriers and burning into her soul.
Holy fuck…I’m not in Kansas anymore, and there’s no way I want to go home. Scratch that, if he wants me, I’ll go anywhere!
Michael studied the woman standing next to Sandra. She was average height, with long, dark brown hair, blue eyes, and an olive complexion. Her body would bring men to their knees. With generous breasts, a trim waist, and an ass that was rounded to perfection. She was goddamn drop-dead gorgeous, exactly the way a woman was meant to be. Curved in all the right places and he guessed around thirty years old. He could see the self-acceptance one only finds after they’ve left their twenties behind. However, what most attracted him to Grace was the light in her eyes. The energy and life there was intoxicating. Just looking at her, he felt the need to own her, to have her love and devotion. Owning her would be a prize like no other. I want her on her knees begging me to take her. She’s mine!
Michael was stunned, not only by the thoughts racing through his head, but also by his body’s reaction to her. He felt like a teenager the first time he saw a cheerleader in a swimsuit. Actually, he felt like the big bad wolf that just got his first look at Little Red Riding Hood.
He tried to calm his raging lust. There was no way he could jump up and grab her, then mount her, here in the middle of the club. Or could he? No. No. Fuck…I’ve got to calm down.
He originally was skeptical at the idea of purchasing a slave, but Jason wouldn’t give up. But…if she could be their slave, then this was a whole new ballgame. He would happily become her slave master any day. Watching Grace, Michael wanted to call Jason right away and thank him for pushing him to accept this concept. She looked perfect, and his stone-hard cock seconded the motion. He was concerned that he might actually explode in his pants. Jason’s going to be green with envy when he finds out what he’s missed and that I got to meet her first. He was going to rub that one in well and truly.
Chapter Four
“Grace, I’d like you to meet Master Scott and Master Michael.”
It wasn’t lost on Michael that Craig was referring to them as Masters. The sneaky bastard was setting up their roles to her right from the beginning. “Hello, Master Michael, Master Scott.” Michael was pleased that Grace greeted him first, even though he was introduced last.
“We hear this is your trial night. How have you found the club so far, Grace?” Scott asked.
“It’s been a very interesting evening, and I’ve met some wonderful people.”
“That’s fantastic, my dear. I was sure you’d fit in. I’d like to discuss a few things with you after we’ve finished our chat here.” Craig turned to Sandra. “Sandra, would you take Grace to the bar and get her a drink while I finish up here?”
“Of course, Master Craig.”
Michael watched as Grace walked to the bar. His need to own her was growing by the second, and he had felt his body stiffen at the very mention of her meeting other people. It should have concerned him how quickly the connection and desire had overwhelmed him, but there was no way he could fight it. He just hoped that Jason would feel the same way.
Maybe this was fate. Perhaps she was always meant for them. Maybe this was kismet. For a moment, the fear that Jason wouldn’t feel the same about Grace as he did overwhelmed him. He tried to console himself that over the years they’d been together they had almost always lusted after the same women.
Michael glanced at Scott and saw the same thoughts crossing his face. Houston, we have a problem! Anyone who saw Grace would want to own her, plain and simple. “Craig, you have yourself a bidder. How quickly can you get her there?”
“Michael, as I already told you, she hasn’t yet agreed to a slave lifestyle. Let alone agreeing to an auction. You’re aware these things cannot be rushed. Push her too hard and she’ll run.”
“Craig, I have great faith in you and your abilities. I’m sure we’ll not be disappointed. Jason has the details and the invitation to the auction, I believe.” With his last statement, Michael stood. “Gentlemen, thank you and good night.”
Michael, ensuring he walked past the bar on his way to the exit, stopped in front of Grace. Taking her hands, he raised them to his lips and kissed them while staring straight into her luscious blue eyes. “Grace, it was a great pleasure meeting you.” He watched as she stood there speechlessly staring into his eyes. Noting her nipples budding, her thighs clenching, and the sudden dilation of her pupils, he was pleased. It was obvious he aroused her. Using every scrap of his inner strength, he gave her a rakish smile and walked out the door.
As suddenly as he arrived, he’d left, and a wave of loss slammed into her. She felt bereft. What the hell was that? God, I’m such an idiot.
I didn’t even say anything. He must think I’m stupid. For heaven’s sake, Grace, it’s not like he asked you out. He’s probably married. That has to be it. Married or gay, no guy that good-looking and a Dom could be single. She shook herself and turned back to the bar.
As soon as Michael got to his car, he activated his car’s Bluetooth connection and called Jason. After three rings, Jason answered. “Well, hello, stranger. I wasn’t expecting your call so soon. I assume the meeting didn’t go so well?”
“Jason, let me first say I’m sorry that I ever doubted you on this idea. You’re a genius!” His excitement couldn’t be contained.
“What?”
“Next, let me tell you that tonight I’ve met our slave. She’s exactly, and I mean exactly, what we’re looking for. Beautiful, in a sultry, sexy way. Intelligent, and a natural submissive. However, I must warn you there is a streak of defiance in the spitfire. She had it leashed tonight, but it’ll surface in a long-term role. This will just make the punishment and the rewards so much sweeter.
“There are a few minor issues at the moment, but I’m sure Craig can iron them out. God…I want to jack off right now just thinking about her.” Michael took a long, calming breath.
“You. Lucky. Bastard. I’m so jealous of you right now. Is there any way I could meet her?”
“I don’t think so. Craig’s being very protective of her until he has her committed to the auction. She’s going to cost us a lot more than we had previously discussed. But trust me, at any price, she’s worth it.”
“I can’t believe I stayed here to take care of this bloody business crap. I can’t believe I missed it.” Jason was seething with jealousy. For this Grace person to have taken the serious, cautious, and jaded Michael by storm, she must be something really special. Maybe it was better that he didn’t see her. He would’ve tried to take her home tonight. Patience wasn’t one of his virtues. He was honest with himself about that.
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