by Jenika Snow
Evernight Publishing
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Copyright© 2013 Jenika Snow
ISBN: 978-1-77130-492-4
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Editor: JC Chute
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DOMINATING THEIR VIRGIN SUB
The Virgin Auctions, 4
Jenika Snow
Copyright © 2013
Preface
The year is 2135, and young women are bid upon at the Virgin Auctions, a citywide event that allows wealthy men to purchase young brides for an exorbitant price. These females are prepped from a tender age to be docile and submissive wives that will please their future husbands. Once they are bought, they are at the mercy of their owners.
Chapter One
Her ass was a pretty shade of red, and the thin lines from Nikolas’s cane covered the spongy mounds in an erotic display of her submission. Griffin St. Michaels watched his brother bring the cane down upon the bottom and the back of her thighs over and over again with a precision that rivaled his own. Their sub for the evening was a buxom blonde with big tits and a willowy frame. He heard his brother speak softly to their sub.
“How do you like my lashes, sub?” Sweat covered Nikolas’s bare back, but still his twin was relentless in punishing the sub.
“They feel good, Sir.”
“Do you wish to use your safeword?”
“No, Sir. I want more.”
“Ask me for another ten lashes, girl.” Griffin turned around and watched as Nikolas held the cane tightly in his hand and ran the tip of it up and down her spine. The goose bumps that popped up along her body were visible even from where Griffin sat, across the room.
“May I have another ten, Sir?” She thrust her ass out for more.
“If you want them, tell me why you deserve them.” Nikolas kept his voice low and steady.
“I disobeyed you, Sir. I was greedy for more pleasure, Sir.” The sub didn’t dare lift her eyes, not unless she wanted to be punished further.
As his brother punished her, Griffin rose and moved to the bar in the corner of the dungeon. The name might have others picturing chains hanging from the wall, the moldy smell of earth, and unspeakable torture devices, but of course it held none of those things. He poured himself a drink, and listened to the sound of bamboo hitting flesh. It filled the room with an air of pleasure and pain. Nikolas was the kind of Dom that derived pleasure from giving pain. He was a sadist in his own right, and revealed it in every strike of his cane to the body of their submissive plaything. Griffin, on the other hand, considered himself more of a sensual sadist. Just the act of making a sub think he would physically punish her, or forcing an orgasm from her, brought Griffin immense pleasure. It was almost as good as the act of penetration itself.
Watching the sub’s ass blush as Nikolas caned her was enough of a visual pleasure in its own right, but where Griffin would have stopped to stroke their submissive into compliance, Nikolas would rather cause pain to seek his end result. Griffin supposed both methods worked well enough, and always their subs were consensual in their play, but Griffin wanted more. He wanted what their older brother Kristoff had: a loving wife and beautiful daughter. Kristoff knew that he and Nikolas enjoyed being Dominants and having their females submissive. Although their brother didn’t live that kind of lifestyle, he was accepting nonetheless.
Griffin scrubbed a hand over his face and watched as Nikolas unhooked the female from her bounds and scooped her into his arms. He laid her on the bed and covered her body with the thick throw. Her face was relaxed and her small smile told of the pleasure his brother had given her, despite the fact she had been punished. Nikolas may like to deliver pain for his pleasure, but he also made sure their sub for the evening got just as much pleasure out of it. In the end the females always enjoyed it.
After ensuring their sub was comfortable, Nikolas came beside him and made himself a drink. Griffin had been thinking long and hard on how to broach the subject with his brother, but whenever the opportunity presented itself Griffin found the words lodged in his throat. These repetitive scenes with nameless subs were starting to wear on Griffin. He wanted something more substantial, more meaningful. He didn’t necessarily want a 24/7 D/s relationship, but he did want a submissive that would give as well as she took.
“Not feeling like participating again tonight?” Sweat gleamed off of Nikolas’s chest, and he breathed out roughly. He cut his eyes toward Griffin at the same time he brought his glass filled with whiskey to his lips. Now might have been a good opportunity to talk to Nikolas about attending the virgin auctions as potential buyers, what with his brother sated, but with the sub still on the bed it probably wasn’t the right moment. This conversation would just have to wait until she was gone, and hopefully Griffin could grow a set of balls and bring it up.
“I just find it…unfulfilling.”
Nikolas furrowed his brow. “How so?” He poured himself another shot of whiskey.
Griffin did the same, knowing he would need it. Nikolas wasn’t the type of man to settle on something, females included. They had always had dominant personalities, Nikolas more so. Being twins, albeit fraternal, there was a certain bond between them. Being brothers and twins, they had always tended to flock to the same places and desire the same women. Their first time had been at one of Andre Patrowski’s parties. Andre, a business partner of Kristoff, had a shadier background, what with the drugs, drinking, and hordes of women at his disposal. Things had changed with Andre. At least Griffin had assumed they had. It wasn’t until after Kristoff’s new wife, Veronica, had almost been killed by his late wife’s former lover, did everything finally come to the surface. That was a hard year to get through, but Kristoff and Veronica were now deliriously happy, and Griffin wanted that too. Of course he wanted to share a wife and submissive with his twin.
“I just...” Damn, was it really going to be brought to light right here? The look Nikolas gave him told Griffin that Nik wasn’t going to let this go. He looked at the sleeping sub and breathed out. He supposed he might as well bring it up. “I want something more permanent.” For a solid minute Nikolas didn’t do anything but stare back at him. It was a calculating glare, and his twin was trying to see exactly what the hell Griffin meant.
“Something more permanent?” Nik said slowly. He finished off his whiskey and leaned against the wall. Arms crossed over his chest, he stared at Griffin, clearly waiting for him to elaborate. The fact that they lived together and shared everything should have made this all the easier to bring up, but of course that wasn’t the case. Nik liked what he liked and seldom steered from that mentality, but they were getting older now, and it was time for them to settle down. Griffin wanted a wife and a family. If Nik didn’t want those things, then…well, Griffin didn’t want to think about that right now, not until he heard what his brother thought about taking on a wife. They had always been a team, and not having Nik is his life because he wanted to stay out of a monogamous relationship was a little frightening.
Griffin c
ould have just gotten a bride for himself, and not worried about what his twin said, but that wasn’t how their relationship worked. They had always shared women, and that wasn’t going to change just because he wanted a wife.
“Yeah, I do. I want a virgin bride, Nikolas.”
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Nikolas took his seat beside Griffin. The large, enclosed wooden stage would soon hold virgin brides up for auction. The highest bidder would get the pleasure of taking the female, or females, home as his rightful property. When Griffin had broached the subject of wanting a wife, it had taken Nikolas a moment to fully comprehend. Griffin had brought up valid points, of course, but even at thirty-four years old Nikolas had never even considered settling down. He had always been content in his life as a Master to his submissives. The power exchange between him and a sub exhilarated him, and sent a rush of pleasure through every part of his body. For years their life had run like a well-oiled machine, but now Griffin wanted different things. He may not want exactly what Griffin did, but they were brothers, twins, and a team. If Griffin wanted a wife to share, then Nik would stand by his brother. Griffin may watch him wield his cane, but he seldom took part in the play anymore. At first, Nikolas had questioned his lack of participation, but when it became apparent his twin was growing distant in dominating their subs, Nik had backed off.
Now, here he was sitting beside Griffin at the virgin auctions. To be honest, he had no desire to take a wife. He was content with where his life was, and didn’t want to change it. But he was close with his brother, and would do anything for him. Breaking apart was not an option. They lived together, worked together, and fucked women together. It worked, the females enjoyed themselves, and they derived power from each other as they controlled the situation. Nik had made one stipulation, though. If he was to share a wife with his brother, she would need to be the perfect little submissive. Being a Dom was his life, and he wanted his woman to be his opposite. He didn’t want a sex slave, but a female that got just as much pleasure bending to his will as he got exacting his strength. So, they had searched out an auction that specifically catered to virgins trained to be willing submissives to their Dom husbands. A good virgin at an auction was docile and timid, always ready to please her husband, but the females that were set to make their presence known were trained more in the art of submitting. That’s not to say they would be perfect in any way. He and Griffin would have to create a relationship with their new bride, teach her what they liked, and learn what pleased her. It would be a partnership that would hopefully grow to be a trusting, meaningful marriage.
So, although Nik wasn’t all for what was about to happen, he would do it for his brother.
The lights dimmed and a spotlight shone on the center of the stage. The energy around the room hitched.
The announcer came out and went through the bidding process, but any man that attended these auctions was already well versed in how things ran. There was a handheld electronic bidder on each of their armrests. After the announcer went through the legalities of the proceedings, the first virgin was announced. The female that emerged from the back was a dark-skinned beauty. Her breasts were large and generous, and the tips dusted a dark coffee color. Female after female emerged, and he and Griffin were on the same page when it came to finding the right one. Virgin after virgin was put on display, each one beautiful in their own way, but not standing out as a female that wanted to become their wife and submissive.
“Griffin, I don’t think we’ll find her today.” There were only a few more females left to be showcased.
His brother was tense beside him, the energy like a living entity that surrounded him. He stared at his brother’s profile. Their looks were nearly identical, despite the fact they were fraternal. Griffin’s blond hair was swept to the side, his look more sophisticated than Nikolas’s disheveled mess. He knew without having to see his eyes that they would be bright blue, the same as his and Kristoff’s. As they announced the next female, Nikolas watched the display of emotion filter across his brother’s face. He turned back to the stage and instantly heat spread through him when he saw the female standing under the spotlight.
“Maylene Steffanos of the Steffanos Manor.”
She was a gorgeous, curvy auburn beauty. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was definitely an intense attraction. With her head lowered and her hands clasped behind her back, she was displayed in a manner appealing to the dominant inside of him: A submissive, in every way.
An attendant came up behind her and removed her robe. Creamy, peach-colored skin was revealed and Nikolas’s cock hardened beneath his slacks. The blood rushed through his veins and filled his ears, blocking out everything else around him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and the way Griffin sat up straighter beside him told Nikolas that his brother was just as interested.
Her measurements were announced, and the attendant moved behind her and lifted her generous breasts up for the bidders to appraise. Instantly her nipples hardened and a pretty shade of pink covered her body. She was thick in all the right places for him to get a handful.
“Size sixteen, with thirty-six D breasts.” The announcer continued to list her specifics and a hushed murmur of excitement filled the room.
His cock jerked again behind his zipper and he found himself leaning forward, trying to get closer to her. His reaction startled him.
Before Nikolas could tell Griffin she was the one his brother said, “I want her, Nikolas.” Griffin looked over, his desire for the lush redhead clear. “She’s the one for us.” Just as quickly as he had looked at Nikolas, his attention was back on the female.
“Certified virgin, as per protocol, this female has been trained in the art of submission.” The attendant spoke as he circled Maylene. “She is eager to please in every way and will make a wonderful addition to a harem or for sexual servitude.”
The way the announcer spoke about her set something inside of him on fire. He didn’t want to think of her with another man, as part of their harem or as a sex slave. Gritting his teeth was all he could do until they started the bidding.
The attendant spoke low to Maylene and Nikolas’s heart jacked in his chest when she lowered herself to her knees. Hands still clasped behind her back, head lowered, and legs spread should-width apart, she displayed herself beautifully. The attendant then spoke to her again and she lowered herself to her back and brought her knees to her chest, showcasing her shaved pussy in all its glory. There was a chorus of whispers around them, and Nikolas knew that they wouldn’t be the only ones bidding upon her tonight, but they most certainly would be the ones taking her home.
Chapter Two
The light blinded and the air was stifling. Sweat beaded along her temples and she itched to wipe it away. Maylene Steffanos wanted to shield her eyes from the intense glare above her, but to do so would be a grave mistake. After rising from the cold, hard ground she made sure to keep her head lowered, but what she really wanted to do was see the men that stood mere feet from her, the ones that were to bid upon her like a prized piece of cattle. Had this not been what she wanted from the moment she entered her training as a virgin bride? Yes and no. Like every virgin in the auctions, there was a part of her that feared what would become of her and if her Master would be kind. There were always rumors that circulated within the auctions about the cruelty that brides had faced at the hands of their husbands.
Maylene could handle being one amongst many if her new husband owned a harem, but to be harmed for the sake of her husband’s pleasure wasn’t something she would be able to stomach. It was true that she had been trained specifically to appeal to dominant men that wanted a submissive wife. With pain came pleasure with the right Dom, and if he was good and kind he would cherish her and teach her what he liked so they both benefited from the relationship. That was what she wanted, and why she had decided to enter the specific role as a submissive. Her training, in essence, was not one that was written in stone. She wanted to enter into a relationship with
her Master where he would teach her what he liked. She would also teach him what pleased her, and they would grow into a comfortable ownership that was filled with love and mutual release. A give-and-take partnership, that was her fantasy. Things didn’t always work out that way, and she hadn’t fully understood the reality of that until she stood on the auction block with the lights glaring down on her.
The fact she couldn’t see the men in front of her, though she was completely bared to them, unnerved her so horribly she trembled. Could they see her shake? Did they think her defective because she couldn’t follow the command to stand still? She wasn’t like the majority of the virgins on display. Her body wasn’t lithe and thin, but more curvy and full. She had stared at herself often in the mirror, scrutinizing her frame and wondering why she couldn’t look like the other females. In the end it didn’t matter, because today would prove if someone found her attractive. She would either have a husband by the end of the proceedings, or she would be placed in the next auction, a mark on her file stating she wasn’t purchased previously. It was humiliating, to say the least, and some even saw it as a strike against her worthiness. Her worries were short-lived, though, as the attendant gripped her upper arm and steered her off the podium.
Once Maylene was back in the common area with the rest of the virgins, she let herself breathe a sigh of relief. She had done the best she could. It was now a waiting game until the last of the bids had been placed. Maylene took that time to reflect on her life. If purchased, then she would be leaving everything behind, but then again there really wasn’t much to leave. Her parents had both passed a year earlier and left everything to Maylene and her sister, Kata. With her sister only a year younger and training to be in the auctions as well, Maylene had no one else in her life. It wasn’t as if they saw each other, or had been close while growing up. In essence Maylene only had herself, but that was okay because in the end, that was the only person she could rely on.
