“I don’t think of you as a monster. You had tons of pain inside you. You still do. I can see now why the women asked you to do the things you did to them. I also want to take your pain away and would feel the bite of your strap or whatever you had to endure to take it away from you,” she said then ran her hand over his cheek.
“That’s not what I want for you, Steele. I don’t want you to feel pain. Shit! You can’t take it and you shouldn’t have to. Your life wasn’t bad. You have no reason to need to accept pain and learn how to deal with it and I won’t be the one to make you.” He took the pole from her, turned and walked away.
In that instant it all became crystal clear to Steele. Arsen was never going to be able to stay with her. She turned and ran from the room at full speed. All she could think was she had to get the hell out of that place and away from the man she loved more than she ever could’ve imagined, but he was never going to allow her to be what he needed.
ARSEN
The door slammed, and he turned to find Steel had gone. He cursed and ran after her, not sure which way she’d turned in the hallway. He took off the way they had come in, but he knew she might’ve gone the other direction and he hoped she hadn’t done that.
After searching the two rooms they’d been in, he found nothing. He stopped by the coat check stand and saw her red coat still hanging and he knew she wouldn’t go out without it.
He made his way back and hoped she was okay because if she found herself in the room at the other end of the hallway she was going to be in over her head.
Hearing the roars of laughter and shouts from a lot of men, Arsen went into the room where the auctions were held and sure as shit, Steele was on the auction block.
The daft woman had run right into the one place where she should never have gone. Arsen stayed in the back in the dark shadows as he saw her trying hard not to let her fear show as a man wearing nothing but ass-less chaps held a leash fastened to a black collar around her throat.
She must’ve been making a lot of fuss and a gag was in her mouth, the straps ran around her head and her hands had been bound as well.
Oh, the fit she must’ve been throwing for them to do all that to her.
He flinched when the blonde-haired, older man smacked her on the ass and said, “Whew wee! This one is wild and built to handle what you got to dish out. I tell you what!”
Steele glared at the man and Arsen winced as the man pinched one of her nipples, making her close her eyes and shake her head. Some man in front yelled, “Two hundred dollars.”
The auctioneer’s eyebrows raised.
“You have got to be kidding me. For this feisty piece of prime ass that’s all you got. I’m starting the bidding at five hundred dollars. She’s got it all men. The looks.” He grabbed her by her braid and pulled her head up and ran one finger over her red cheek. “The body.” His hand ran over her breast.
Arsen stiffened and clenched his fist at his side. Another man shouted. “I’ll give you five hundred for her.”
Another shouted out, “I’ll give you six. She’s about as wild as they come. I’d love the chance to break her fine ass.” He held a whip in his hand and popped it in the air.
Steele’s eyes went wide, and she shook her head, making the room full of men laugh. Arsen wasn’t laughing though. He was getting increasingly pissed at how the auctioneer was touching what was his.
An old man yelled out, “I’ll give you one thousand dollars for her. I could use me another sub and she’d make a fine one.”
The auctioneer reminded him.
“This is only for the remainder of this one night, old man. Not forever.”
The old man cackled then said, “Once she gets a taste of my dick, she’ll beg to become my sub.”
The auctioneer moved his body behind Steele’s and acted as if he was fucking her from behind. He went so far as to push her shoulders forward and pull her hips back and slammed into the back of her. Only the thin leather strap of her outfit which ran between her legs and his chaps was stopping him from actually getting to her and Arsen had all he could take.
He strolled up to the very front and smiled at Steele who mumbled behind the gag and begged him with her eyes to save her. Arsen looked at the auctioneer. “How does five thousand sound?”
The man released Steele and said, “It sounds like you got a hankering for this little filly, sir. Your number please, so we can get our money.”
“Twenty-one,” Arsen said and took the leash the auctioneer handed him. “Thank you.”
The crowd of men moaned and gave Arsen dirty looks as he led Steel off the auction block then threw her over his shoulder, smacking her ass one time. He took her all the way back to his private room before he took the gag and binds off her. She took in a deep breath and threw her arms around him.
“Arsen, that was horrible.” She let him go and placed her hand on a small red bump on the outside of her thigh. “That man popped his whip, and it hit me as I realized once I got into that room I needed out of there fast.”
He pulled her back into his arms and shushed her.
“You’re okay now. I have you, Baby.”
“I’m sorry I left the room. I was an idiot!”
“Look, that’s over now. Let’s get those poles and break them down and get them out of here. I think you’ve seen quite enough of Club Fierce.” Arsen let her go and moved to unscrew the poles to make them manageable.
Steele pulled the black collar off and found the red one and put it on. She held her hands out to take the poles into her hands.
“Take my leash and do not let me go. I’ll carry these.”
Arsen handed her the six pieces of wood and chuckled.
“At least I don’t ever have to hear you ask to come here again.”
“No, you will never hear those words come from my mouth ever again. That’s a promise. If you wish to leave this behind you, I’m all for that.”
“Good.” He took her leash and led her away from what had been his life.
He looked around the room just before he closed the door for what would be the last time if he had anything to do with it. Ghosts of the three women who had been his subs flittered through his mind and he found himself saying out loud, “I’m sorry girls. I’m really sorry and I hope you can forgive me.”
He closed the door and had to swallow the lump which had formed in his throat. Arsen hadn’t allowed himself to think about the dead women and with their memory came a flood of emotions. And Arsen was not one to allow many emotions.
STEELE
Sliding into the back of the Suburban, Steele opened the little fridge and grabbed the first bottle of liquor her hand landed on. One long drink she took then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as Arsen watched her with a smile on his handsome face.
“That was rough on you.”
She nodded and stayed on her knees on the floor of the car as he sat on the seat. Paul closed the door and Steele untied the belt of her leather coat. Pulling it off, she laid it out on the floor and got on her hands and knees and wiggled her finger at Arsen.
He looked at her for a second, obviously taking her all in. Arsen moved off the leather seat and came to her. Moving her to lie on her back. He ran his hand over her forehead, pushing some of her hair back off her face.
“Thank you, Steele.” His lips brushed hers softly, and she moaned and ran her hand to the back of his neck.
She needed him. For reasons she didn’t understand she needed to feel him inside her. Show her she was his in every way. What she’d seen was fresh in her head and worrisome. She needed to know he wanted her. Nearly plain old vanilla, her.
His tongue ran around hers and he pressed his body to hers. She arched up to him and said, “Arsen, please take me.”
He reached between them and unbuckled the one strap that was keeping him from getting to her. His fingers found her wet and he unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks and pushed himself into her.
She moaned in his e
ar as he thrust into her.
“Fuck me, Arsen. Make me come all over you hot, huge cock.”
Steele knew he didn’t tell her she could talk and a small part of her wanted to test him. See if he was going to really be her master.
Arsen plunged deep into her and pulled one of her legs back. He held his body up and watched his dick slam into her over and over. Steele found him fascinating as she watched his reaction to their bodies coming together.
He looked at her.
“You like it? You like my cock buried inside you?”
She nodded and moaned then put one finger in her mouth and wet it. She reached down and touched her clit and moaned as she stroked it. She was pushing him and was waiting for him to tell her something.
“Fuck me harder, Baby,” she groaned.
He pounded into her harder as she rubbed herself and moaned loudly. She knew he didn’t allow much noise made, and made as much as she could. He pulled out of her just before she was about to come.
“Did I make you mad, Master,” she said with a sly smile.
“Really, Steele.” He leveled his dark eyes on hers. Then he grabbed her and turned her over and slammed into her from behind as he pushed her face and chest to the floor. “Is this what you want from me?”
He pounded her like any other piece of ass he’d fucked, Steele thought. Her breath was coming out in spurts and she was thinking that was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to feel him do to her what he’d done to all the others. Fuck them and care nothing for them. Then he stopped again and pulled out of her.
She lifted herself off the floor and turned around to find him setting back on his haunches. His hands over his face and he was shaking.
“Arsen?”
Steele reached out and placed her hands on his and gently pulled them away to find tears streaming down his face. She pulled him to her and hugged him as he cried.
“I’ll never lay my eyes on their beautiful faces again. I’ll never run my hands over their exquisite bodies again. I will never get to tell them how sorry I am for hurting them both physically and mentally.”
She had no idea he’d break like this. Selfish is what she felt like. She was so busy wanting him to do to her what he’d done to the others, she never thought about how it might affect him.
“Arsen, it’s okay.” She hugged him tight. “They know now, Baby. They know everything now. And they no longer hurt.”
He pulled back and looked at her, breaking her heart for him as the strong man sat on the floor of his expensive Suburban, wearing an Armani suit that cost more than the rent on her apartment, and cried like a baby.
“I never even bothered to talk to any of them about why they felt they needed to be submissive. I’m sure each had her reasons, but I never asked. I hardly ever spoke to them. I used them for what I needed, and then left them. The money I gave them, the cars, the apartments I rented them, I thought that would compensate them for what I did.” His body was shaking and Steele pulled him back into her arms.
“You were a hurt person yourself. How were you to be any better than what you were? Give yourself a break, you lived in hell for quite a few years. No one can judge you, Arsen. Please, don’t judge yourself.” She rocked back and forth with him as he let out what seemed like years of pent up emotion.
She was mad at herself for breaking him down. Though unintentional, nearly everything she did was making him be a man he wasn’t. Arsen pulled back, and she saw his tears were slowing.
It hit her she’d never seen him look more beautiful. He was opening up to her. Letting her see what he never even allowed himself to see. The part of him that was human. Weak and sorry and a completely vulnerable human being, just like everyone else.
“Steele, you’re saving me. I don’t know exactly how, but you are saving me, Baby. I feel more weak when I’m with you, but also more powerful in other ways. You’ve brought something to my life I didn’t even know was missing. God, I love you.” He took her face between his hands and kissed her.
It was a kiss like he’d never given her before. Not overpowering and not soft, just something which felt as if he was one with her. Like they were equals. And in that moment for one split second she let herself believe she was okay letting him change.
He laid her back on the floor and pulled his mouth from hers.
“I want to make love to you. I never want to fuck you again. Please don’t ask me to. I’ve fucked women for too long. Let me make love to you, Steele, please.”
“I understand now. I didn’t before, but now I do. Arsen, please make love to me, Baby. You’re all I want and need in this world.” She opened her arms, and he began unbuckling the leather straps and pulled them all away.
ARSEN
Arsen ran his hands over Steele’s body as she lay on the floor of his Suburban. He’d taken all his clothes off and lay next to her. Thin lines ran over her pristine skin where the leather straps had been.
Things had to change, she had to see he was a man in transition and be able to be there for him, allowing him to make the changes he needed to. Too much bad had happened in his life and it was time for the good.
Steele had brought that good into his life. He wasn’t about to let it be him who changed her. She was perfect already. His hand ran over one perfect breast and gave it a gentle squeeze.
He took it in his mouth and ran his tongue around the nipple then suckled it, moving his hand to play with the other pert breast as he did. Steele made a little moan. Arsen didn’t even have to fight the instinct to smack her ass to let her know she wasn’t allowed to make noise.
Instead, he found her sounds pleasing and arousing. He kissed up her chest and playfully nipped at her neck then found her lips and took them in a soft kiss.
The kiss turned hard as Steele pulled at him, making him come closer and closer until his body was over hers and she was arching up for him. Normally he’d make a woman wait until he said it was time, but Steele made him want to give her anything she wanted.
It was all about her. Arsen knew she was his one weakness, and he was able to accept that fact. He could live with it. He wanted to live with it.
He moved into her and she sighed as he filled her completely. His heart beat hard in his chest as he felt more than he’d felt the night before. He’d come apart in front of her and she didn’t try to hurt him while he was weak.
Steele had held him, nurtured, and comforted him. Arsen knew he could trust her, like he’d never trusted anyone else in his entire life. In his arms he held the one woman who could help him be the strong man he wanted to be without being a monster to keep him that way.
Slow, long strokes he made as she arched up to meet each one. When he pulled his mouth from hers, her eyes opened and she looked at him. Her hands moved over his biceps as she whispered, “I love you so much, Arsen. I love you more than I even knew was possible. Being with you like this is more than Heaven.”
He couldn’t speak because tears were threatening him yet again. Arsen kissed her cheek softly and rubbed the tip of his nose to hers. Letting her know he felt the same way she did.
Steele ran her legs around him, running her feet up and down the long length of his legs. He knew she loved the way his muscles rippled with every movement. He moved faster, rippling them more for her.
It was all he could think about, pleasing her, giving her whatever she wanted. She arched up to him, silently asking him to speed up. He moved faster and thrust harder until her breathing was ragged and a thin sheen of sweat shone on her creamy skin.
Arsen knew Steele liked a little of his control over her and he leaned to whisper in her ear, “Come.”
Her body exploded around him, pulsing and squeezing him as she moaned with her release. He came right along with her. They would have some things to work through to get where each needed to be.
Arsen knew Steele wanted some of how he’d done things and some just weren’t good for her so he’d have to let her know those were his new hard limits. S
he was becoming more and more precious to him with each passing day. And he meant to treat her like one would any precious object.
“I love you, Steele. Thank you for being here for me. It’s more than I deserve,” he said then pulled away from her and began dressing. “We should probably get our clothes on. We should be nearing home.”
Steele picked up her strappy leather outfit and smiled at him.
“Um, I don’t know how to put this thing back on, Arsen.”
He smiled and shook his head as he buttoned up his shirt.
“Just put the coat on. Don’t even try to get back into those boots either.”
Wrapping the coat around her then tying the belt to keep it closed, she sat on the seat and buckled her seatbelt as the car came to a stop in front of the building Arsen’s penthouse was in. And that’s when he saw her.
“Oh my God.” Arsen’s tanned face went pale and Steele followed his wide stare.
“Who is that?” she asked as she looked at the woman who stood at the front of the building at twelve o’clock at night.
“Mistress Sinclair.” The words barely had left his lips when he realized Steele had rushed past him and gotten out of the car, running at full speed towards the tall, thin, blonde woman.
It was obvious Steele was in a full rage as she screeched, “You fucking piece of shit, bitch.”
Mrs. Sinclair had a smug look on her amazingly unwrinkled skin. The woman was a little over fifty and didn’t look it. Arsen winced as Steele, nearly six inches shorter than the woman, jumped up a little and grabbed a handful of her shoulder-length blonde hair.
In an instant, the two were on the ground and Steele was straddling the woman and beating the crap out of her. Arsen and Paul had gotten out of the car as quickly as they could, but Steele was just too fast for them.
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