“What’s the rush, baby?” Chase said. “We have plenty of time to wander.”
“Nothing,” she replied. “I just saw someone I wanted to check out.”
“You are a hopeless liar, sweetheart,” Jarrod told Holly. “You will pay for it later. What is it about number eleven you don’t want us seeing?”
Crap, she was doomed. Holly had tried too hard to get them not to notice her, and all she had done was the reverse. The brothers looked her over and Emily felt her heart sink. All she needed to do was make it through to the auction and it looked like their plan was going to fail.
She looked over at Holly and felt the pleading in her eyes. Holly looked back at her apologetically, but remained silent at her Dom’s side.
“You know,” Chase said. “She does look familiar. I just can’t put my finger on why.”
“Nah,” Jarrod said, and Emily couldn’t help but look up at him. Their eyes met and she knew that he recognized her. “I think she just looks like someone we know, but she isn’t. Let’s move on.”
“All right,” Chase said. “But it’ll bug me until I can figure out who she looks like.”
Jarrod winked at her as the three moved on and let out a sigh of relief. He gave Holly a playful slap to her ass and she let out a tiny squeal. Emily hoped Holly didn’t get into too much trouble for her part in their deception, but at least it looked like Jarrod was going to keep their secret.
It wasn’t long before they were led back behind the curtain to wait for the auction to start. There had been no other close calls and Emily was grateful. Now she just had to get through the auction and then if everything went according to plan, a night of submission to Wolf and Hawk.
Emily accepted a bottle of water from Master Black and slowly took a sip. She settled onto the bench to wait for her number to be called and turned to the submissive beside her.
Her mouth opened and closed when she recognized Candy. What was the woman doing here? Putting herself up for auction was the logical answer. Was she hoping that Wolf would bid on her, too? Did she suddenly have competition for her men?
Emily didn’t like the sound of that at all. Now she not only had to worry about whether or not they would bid on her at all, but whether or not they would choose Candy over her. It made her sick to her stomach.
She knew that Candy had been on Wolf’s tail for ages and could be quite vicious if anyone got in her way. Poor Holly had plenty of run-ins with the nasty woman.
Emily discreetly took a peek at Candy’s number and then turned away, hoping the woman didn’t recognize her. God only knew what would happen then. Luckily she was before Candy by three numbers, and if all went according to plan she would be safe at Wolf and Hawk’s side before the woman went up for auction.
“Number Eleven,” Master Black called. Emily sucked in a breath and stood. There was no turning back now. It was either going to work in her favor or it wasn’t. Emily crossed her fingers and hoped that the fates were on her side. She moved forward, pulled her shoulders back, and straightened her spine and walked out into the bright lights of the stage.
* * * *
Wolf looked up as a curvy blonde walked out onto the stage. She was lush and rounded in all the right places. Her dark purple corset accentuated her curves and pushed her large breasts together invitingly. She wobbled on her tall, strappy heels as she gingerly made her way to the front of the stage.
“Number eleven,” said the MC. “Is new to the scene and is looking for a Dom that will appreciate womanly beauty and shy submission. At twenty-four years old, she is one of our youngest on auction and is perfect for a Dom who is into the lighter bondage and discipline.”
She took her place at the end of the stage, her feet shoulder-width apart and her arm behind her head. It pushed her chest out and her large breasts looked dangerously close to popping out the top of her corset. Wolf felt himself getting hard behind his leathers and decided to take a closer look at the woman who had caught his attention.
“Let’s start the bidding at 500 dollars,” said the MC.
“510,” called a male voice. Stingy prick, Wolf thought.
“520,” said another. It was going to be a slow auction if they bid small amounts like this.
“550,” said the first voice, and Wolf recognized him as one of the older dominants who liked to play with women half his age.
“600,” said the second voice. Now they were getting somewhere. Wolf walked behind the crowd of bidders and looked up at the slave on stage. Her eyes frantically darted around the room and Wolf wondered if she was looking for someone.
“650,” shouted the old guy and Wolf almost snorted. He had bid and lost on the last three younger women because he wasn’t willing to go over that amount.
“750,” a female voice called from the back and instantly recognized Emily’s friend and training Domme, Sam. Why was she bidding on a woman? She was into men as far as he knew. It was on her training application.
“850,” bid the second male voice, and Sam was quick to reply with a 950 bid. Wolf looked back at the woman, her eyes had come to rest on him and he felt his whole world go cold when he looked into her hazel eyes.
Emily. It suddenly made sense why Sam was bidding on her. The woman had probably planned the whole damned thing. Sam was trying to save Emily from having to spend a night as a slave to another man.
Wolf didn’t like to be manipulated this way and it made him damned angry. Not only to see the woman he had told never to step foot in his club, up on stage, but to have her put him in a position where he would either have to bid on her or give her up to someone else, was unacceptable.
He should let her suffer and walk away. If Sam didn’t win, Emily would have learned her lesson, a lesson that told her he couldn’t be manipulated that way. A lesson that made her give up on him once and for all. And one that meant she would spend the night in the arms of another man.
He couldn’t do that to her. She looked so vulnerable up on his big stage, her eyes pleading and her sexy body on display. She was dressed exactly how he always pictured her in his fantasies and reality was so much better. He had a decision to make and it needed to be made quickly.
“1,500,” he called and heard other bidders gasp.
“The highest bid goes to Master Wolf,” the MC said. “At 1,500. Any more bids?”
“Er,” Sam said. “2,000.”
“5,000,” Wolf called and crossed his big arms over his chest and glared over at Sam. He knew that last bid had been a dummy bid to make him go higher. He would sort her out at classes on Wednesday night.
“5,000 to Master Wolf,” called the MC. “First call.”
“What’s going on?” Hawk asked, coming up behind him.
“Second call.”
“Why are you bidding?” Wolf didn’t answer and continued to stare at Emily as she trembled on stage. She should be scared. He had plans for her she wouldn’t soon forget.
“Final call.”
“Seriously,” Hawk said. “What’s going on?”
“Sold,” said the MC. “To Master Wolf for 5,000 dollars. Come and collect your slave.”
Wolf turned to Hawk and patted his friend on the shoulder.
“If you were in on this—” Wolf said and let the threat linger.
“In on what?” Hawk asked, and Wolf could tell he wasn’t lying. He was just as clueless as Wolf had been.
“It’s Emily,” Wolf said and walked toward the stairs to collect her with Hawk hot on his heels.
Bounding onto the stage, Wolf didn’t halt his stride and he dropped at the waist and hauled Emily up and over his shoulder. She let out a surprised squeak as he flipped her upside down and kept walking.
“You are in a world of trouble, kitten,” he told her and landed a hard slap on her exposed butt cheek.
“I’m sorry, Master,” she said quietly. She wasn’t yet, but she would be.
Wolf walked from the stage and toward the back of the club. As he passed Cole Jackson,
he asked him to keep an eye on Candy now that he would be occupied. He didn’t expect trouble, but with that woman you never knew.
Hawk ran ahead and pulled open the thick, heavy wooden door that led into the back part of the club. At first he thought to tie her over the first spanking bench he came to, but this discussion needed privacy and so he made his way down the corridor to the private theme rooms instead.
Wolf entered the wet room, not because he had anything in mind, but because it was the only one that hadn’t been booked for the night. The small room was totally waterproof and covered in a clinical white tile that was easily cleaned.
Showerheads had been strategically placed at different levels around the room. Some could be detached from the wall, and others moved for different angles. A large tiled bench sat in the middle of the room and hooks and rings hung from the ceiling.
A small change room was located just inside the door and held a cabinet that was filled with suction cup cuffs and collars and slip-proof rubber mats for the floor and bench.
Wolf placed her on her feet in the change area and moved back to get a good look at her. Hawk locked the door behind them and moved to stand next to him.
She was perfect in his eyes and that made his blood boil. What if he hadn’t won her? She would be with another man right now and a man that might not understand how inexperienced she really was. Of all the crazy, stupid things to do. Well, she had his attention now and he wondered what she would think of it when the night was over.
“So,” he started. “What do you think of my club?”
He could tell she wasn’t expecting that question when her head snapped up and her hazel eyes met his, riddled with confusion. He looked back at her and waited.
“I didn’t really see all that much,” she replied. “I was too busy looking at the floor.” Wolf almost snorted.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Hawk asked. “Do you know all the things that could have gone wrong? If Wolf hadn’t seen you when he did, you could have had to spend the night with anyone in this club and you wouldn’t have had a choice.”
“That wasn’t going to happen,” Emily said. “Sam was bidding to win if neither of you did, and I always have my safe word. I read the rules.”
“Not all Doms follow safe words, kitten,” Wolf told her, which he hated to admit was true. There were some less than honorable men in the lifestyle who refused to respect a sub’s limits.
“Not in your club, there wouldn’t,” she replied, and Wolf’s heart tumbled at her defense of his club and its rules.
“We can debate all this later,” Wolf said. “Emily is ours for the night, and I intend to give her lesson on what being our slave would entail.”
“So you will let me stay?” Emily asked. “You’re not just going to kick me out?”
“No,” he told her. “I paid 5,000 dollars for one night of complete submission from you, and I fully intend to collect.”
“Oh,” was all she said, and Wolf wasn’t sure if she was happy about it or not. He didn’t see why she wouldn’t be, she was getting her way. Not that he would let her control the night. The only thing she had done was get them all in this room together. Everything would be decided by Hawk and himself.
“First,” he told her. “Punishment. Remove your clothes and put them in the locker behind you. Then I want you kneeling in the slave position waiting for your next order.”
“Yes, Master,” she said and moved to do his bidding.
“You can call us ‘Sir,’” he replied. “No one in this room has earned the right to be called Master yet.”
Wolf moved over to the cabinet and grabbed the rubber mats and suction cuffs. The mats they would need now, but the cuffs were for later. He walked over to the bench and placed two on the bench to cushion it and one on the floor for Emily to kneel at his feet.
When he returned, Emily was naked and kneeling just as he asked. Her form was a little sloppy but they could work on that. Hawk had removed his shoes and shirt and stood looking down at their gorgeous sub with a lustful look in his eye.
He had thought she was beautiful with clothes on. Naked, she was simply breathtaking. He took his time to look her over and admire her form. Her chest slowly rose and fell making her large plump breasts gently move with each breath she took. They were topped with dusky pink nipples that had turned hard with either the cold or excitement, he wasn’t sure which.
Her rounded belly and flared hips did things to his insides, and his already hard cock grew even bigger. Her little hands rested palms up on her fleshy thighs, and when he finally looked at her little pink pussy soaked in her juices, Wolf knew that she was turned on being naked and kneeling at their feet. He mouth watered at the sight of her womanhood, and he was desperate to taste her, but it would have to wait.
He told his cock to settle down, but it refused to listen. He needed to get through her first punishment before they could move on to the fun part of the night, and in order to do that his cock needed to stop the constant throbbing in his leathers.
“Do you know why you are being punished?” Wolf asked her. There were a few reasons, but he wanted to know what she would say.
“Because I came into the club under a false identity,” she answered, “and forced you to bid on me.”
“Kitten,” he told her. “No one can force me to do anything. You tried to manipulate me and Hawk, and for that you will be spanked. You came into the club despite my wishes, and by doing so you put your safety at risk. For that infraction, Hawk will also spank you.”
“I can’t wait, babe,” Hawk said. “My hand is itching to spank that naughty bottom.”
Wolf removed his shoes and shirt and hung them in the closet. He didn’t rush. By prolonging the wait, Emily had to think about her wrongdoings and how much her spanking would hurt. He then moved over to the bench in the middle of the room and sat down.
“What is your safe word?” he asked, looking over at her kneeling form. Her eyes were still lowered and she hadn’t moved a muscle. He was impressed. For a novice she should be squirming around by now.
“Cannoli,” she replied.
“Either use it now,” he told her, “or stand and place yourself over my lap.”
Wolf decided to give her an out. She was so new to Ds, he didn’t want to push her too far too fast and freak her out, but he also couldn’t go too light on her and give her hope that being their submissive even for just one night was easy.
He needed to start as he planned to go on and that wasn’t fluffy and sunshine. It was dark and twisted and involved just as much pain as it would pleasure. She needed to understand that, and if she still wanted to see them when the night was over well, he would just have to wait and see.
Emily stood and made her way over to him. He patiently waited as she paused and looked down at his lap. When she finally lowered herself across his knees, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“You will receive twenty swats from me,” he told her, rubbing his hand across her warm, round cheeks, “and another twenty from Hawk. You can make as much noise as you want and you don’t need to count. This is a punishment spanking and not one for play. It is going to hurt. If you can’t handle it and need to stop, use your safe word and we will take you home. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
He slowly raised his hand and paused for dramatic effect. When he finally let his hand fall, it slapped at her ass and the noise echoed around the tiled room. She sucked in a breath but remained quiet.
“Let it begin,” he said and raised his hand again.
Chapter Seven
Emily was surprised just how much the smack that Wolf had given her hurt. She understood that she was being punished and it wasn’t for play, but she never expected the sting followed by burning heat that ripped through her ass and set it on fire.
Spankings had been the favorite topic of discussion between her and her friends and they had always said how much it hurt, but she never
really understood until now. Wolf had a hand like a damned paddle, and when it hit, it landed with a solid slap and covered her entire cheek.
The second slap was slow in coming and it wasn’t until she stopped holding her breath and sucked in air that his hand fell landing on her other cheek. She knew she had to do this. She would need to take her punishment if she was ever going to move forward in her relationship with these men.
It hurt like buggery and he had only given her two. Eighteen more to go and then it was Hawk’s turn. Maybe he didn’t smack so hard, but if he was the Dom she thought he was, he, too, wouldn’t go lightly in her rear end.
Slap, slap, slap. The next three came in quick succession and Emily couldn’t hold back the cry of pain, but what was surprising was the warm heat that spread through her body and settled in her sex.
“That’s a good girl,” Wolf told her. “Cry out if you need to. Don’t be embarrassed or afraid.” His words helped, and when the next three slaps landed, Emily moaned loudly and found that it helped.
Slap, slap. Two more fell and Emily felt tears start to fall from her eyes. She wiggled on his lap and kicked her legs. Her pussy throbbed and her ass was on fire. She was a jumble of emotion and filled with pleasure and pain.
“Halfway, kitten,” he told her and adjusted her on his lap. Wolf threw a leg over hers, pinning them between his large thighs, effectively stopping her struggles.
Wolf gave her no time to catch her breath as he started to rain down slaps on her ass. He smacked each cheek and the crease between. He slapped at her fleshy underside where her butt met her thighs and Emily decided that there hurt the worst.
She was completely sobbing now and hadn’t realized he stopped until she was gently lifted from over his lap and made to stand between his spread thighs.
“Do you know what the color system is?” he asked her, wiping the tears from her face.
“Yes,” she replied. “Green for go, yellow for slow, and red to stop.”
“I’m going to ask you what color you are now, kitten,” he said. “Before Hawk takes over.”
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