Alexa: The Ties That Bind (Auction Night Book 1)

by Ellie Masters

  But I don’t want him in my room.

  What I want is something else entirely. If everything goes as planned, after tonight, I’ll have everything I want.

  I’ll have all of him. The rules and agreements we have between us will no longer be required. It’s a scary thought and not something I enter into lightly. I’ve been thinking about it for months, after I first recognized the need growing within me.

  If I open that door, we won’t make it to the auction tonight, and I need to be up on that stage.

  “No, Sir.” I keep my voice meek.

  “You have two minutes to get to the headmaster’s office, young lady. Two minutes! Or you will regret it.”

  I gulp. He’s normally my professor, not my headmaster. He’s taking us to a different level.

  “Yes, Sir.” My reply comes out as a squeak.

  As he walks away, I pull my hair back into a ponytail riding high on my head. It makes me look younger; young enough to face my headmaster.

  He’s prowling around the house, anxious to begin, and I hear him enter his office. On the outside, it looks exactly as you would expect a doctor’s home office to look like.

  There’s a massive mahogany desk with a leather chair set behind it. There’s a couch off to the side. It’s wood paneled with a built-in bookcase.

  It’s one of those bookcases with long metal rods going from one wall to the next with a ladder that can slide across. What you wouldn’t realize is that those metal rods, one just over my head and the other ankle height, are used as restraints. Behind the locked cabinets are rows of impact toys, blindfolds, ropes, cuffs, and all manner of adult toys.

  In the far corner is something which looks like a Zen rock garden. There’s a small wooden bamboo post with a display holding one of his medical books. It looks like he’s paying homage to his chosen profession, only instead of sand, he’s filled the base with rice. And that medical book is only there for display.

  I’ve spent hours with the rice granules digging into my knees as I’ve written out my lines. It’s an insidious form of punishment, because it’s uncomfortable at first, slowly turning excruciating as time wears on. I’ve written thousands of lines kneeling there while he works at his desk.

  I’ve cried and begged to be released from my torment, but he never wavers in the discipline he dispenses.

  My stomach churns as I walk down the hall and I pause outside the door. He’s in the room, waiting and glances up at me as I knock on the door. I’m not allowed inside the headmaster’s office without permission.

  “Miss Alexandria, you are late for detention.”

  “Yes, Headmaster, I’m sorry.”

  He changed his clothes as well.

  When he stands, he buttons his tweed blazer and shoves a hand into the pocket of his wool trousers. There's a noticeable bulge behind the zipper. There’s a red bowtie around his neck and he grips a pipe in his other hand. His gaze is hard, resolute, and sends a shudder down my spine.

  He reaches down and takes a wooden ruler in his hand. Smacking it against his palm, he points to the front of the desk.

  “Palms flat on the desk. Bend over.” The need in his voices rushes over me and the air is practically sizzling between us.

  We enter an entirely different realm when we’re like this…at our best.

  “Yes, Sir.” I step into his domain and everything changes. I’m no longer Dr. Alexandria Black. I’m a recalcitrant school girl who’s been summoned to the headmaster's office to be punished.

  My palms slick with sweat as I place them on the desk. Bending over, the short skirt rides up my ass. I’m not wearing panties and he can see everything.

  Chapter 4

  “What is this?” He acts like he’s shocked and he flips what little there is of my skirt up. Air whispers against my naked butt.

  I wiggle my ass. I’m asking for it.

  Before I know what’s happening, he spins me around. He props a hip on the desk and braces his knee to support my weight. The air whistles between his fingers as he brings his hand down sharply on my ass.

  “Do you know what happens to slutty girls?” He spanks me harder and I feel his erection lengthen between us. “There is a dress code in this establishment. Panties are required, but I think you believe you can get out of your punishment by seducing me.”

  Crack!

  He strikes again. My breath rushes out of my lungs, too fast for the scream I need to unleash.

  I grunt with each crack against my ass. The burn is too much. Too intense. Too much of everything. I’m fucking wet for him.

  Ten strikes, then I’m spinning in the air again. Daniel’s strong and lifts me effortlessly. I’m facing the desk again and he’s putting my hands back on the desk.

  The wooden ruler cracks in his hand. The sound makes me jump, but I don’t dare move.

  “What happens to slutty girls?”

  It’s a question I don’t want to answer. All I care about is swimming in enough pain to drown out the noise in my head. This is my bliss and I want it now.

  But I’m not the one in charge.

  “They’re punished.”

  “That’s right, Miss Alexandria. They are punished.”

  The ruler whistles though the air and I’m lifted onto my toes when it strikes across my ass. It pulls my first full-bodied scream from my throat and I don’t have time to take a breath before he strikes again.

  Ten swats from his hand. Ten strikes from the ruler. I’m a quivering mess and terribly aroused. I need to come so badly my legs shake. My panting is more from arousal than it is from pain. Although, to be honest, the two merge until I don’t know what hurts or what feels so damn good.

  “Please!” I’m also not above begging.

  “What?” He places his hand on my lower back, keeping me in place. “Please, Sir…I’m sorry.”

  “It’s too late for that.” He reaches between my legs and his talented fingers find my clit.

  I’m lifted up on my toes again, although this time for an entirely different reason.

  “So fucking wet.” His husky voice shifts out of angry headmaster to aroused sexual dominant. “Tell me, did you think you could waltz in here and seduce me?”

  That’s exactly what I thought, but that’s not what school girl Alexandria would say.

  “No, Sir.”

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  He smacks my ass while he shoves two fingers inside of me. His fingers pump in and out and I’m caught between intense pleasure and excruciating pain.

  “That’s not what I think. I think you thought you could walk in here and entice me with that hot body, those luscious lips and your tight pussy. Tell me, do you want to fuck me?”

  I’m powerfully attracted to Daniel and not beyond begging to get what I want.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Crack!

  “Or do you want me to fuck you? There’s a difference young lady.”

  Holy hell, his fingers are working magic as they slowly pump in and out of me. And his thumb! He presses it against my clit, driving me crazy, but each time I get close he pulls back.

  Leaning over me, his lips tickle my ear. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you, baby girl?”

  “Yes…” My answer is barely a whisper.

  “What? I can’t hear you. You came in here thinking you could seduce me and get out of your punishment. Instead, you’ve been punished and now I’m going to take what I want.” He flips up the tiny scrap of my skirt and the sound of him unbuckling his trousers fills the room. The drag of the leather as he pulls his belt free gets my attention, but I’m more focused on the rasp of the zipper being drawn down than worrying about why he removed the belt.

  Hell, I know why he did that. Poor Alexandria’s punishments are far from over.

  His fingers drive me insane and I grind against him, needing more friction. I’m shamelessly humping his hand, trying to steal my orgasm from him. I need to come…now.

  “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Greedy
girls don’t get what they want.” He pulls away, chuckling at my whimper of frustration.

  His palm brushes against my ass, soothing the burn from the ruler. Then I feel the flare of his cock between my legs. He drags his dick along my pussy, coating it in my juices, before he presses it against my opening.

  “Tell me you want this, Alexandria. Tell me you like getting fucked by your headmaster.”

  “I like getting fucked by my headmaster.” I’ll say whatever I need to if he’ll fuck me already.

  He plunges inside of me and my eyes practically roll back in my head with the sensation of him filling me. He grips my hips, fingers digging deep, as he slowly pulls out.

  “You’re going to report every day for detention, Miss Alexandria.” He slams forward with a grunt. “Fuuuuck…” he says, “you’re so fucking wet for me.”

  “Yes, Sir. Only for you.”

  We drop the pretense of headmaster and school girl.

  This is just us. Him fucking me until we’re oblivious to the world.

  I come quickly and he takes his time. He’s enjoying fucking me slow, which I don’t mind in the slightest. I come again before he finally allows his orgasm to crash through him. We stay draped over his office desk, blissfully satisfied.

  He brushes my long ponytail off my back and nuzzles my neck. He’s still half hard, the long length of him is buried deep inside of me.

  “The perfect end to a perfect day, don’t you agree?”

  I reach around and cup his hand. “Yes, Sir.”

  He pulls out and collapses to the floor. I join him. Our backs press against the desk and he pulls my hand into his lap. His long fingers trace mine.

  “You held a man’s life in your hands today. Tell me how that felt?”

  “It was beyond amazing.” I grip his hand and put his finger in my mouth. I suck on it, flicking the tip like I do the head of his cock. I stare at him coyly and his lips turn into a smile.

  “Teasing the headmaster is a risky move.” It’s a warning and his low throaty growl has me horny again.

  I lift up and twist around, straddling him. His dick is soft, but I feel it twitch.

  “I held a man’s life in my hands, Sir, but you know what I loved about it?”

  He sweeps the hair out of my eyes and trails his fingers down my jaw. He pushes his thumb into my mouth, pushing it in and out like he’s fucking me there.

  “Tell me.”

  “It was wonderful because you were by my side. Your hand on mine. The way you guided me. Your mastery over me…”

  He pulls his thumb out and presses it against my lips. “We’ve talked about this.”

  I give a little pout and reach between us where I take his cock in my hand. His head tips back as I slowly stroke him until he’s hard again.

  “And?”

  We’ve talked about it, but he’s holding back.

  “You’re not ready to be a slave.”

  “How do you know?”

  I would bow before him now except I’m lifting up and settling over his cock. The tip breaches my entrance and I slowly lower down as he bites his lower lip.

  His hands are on me again, resting on my hips, but he doesn’t take control. I sink down until he’s fully inside of me and rock my pelvis. I arch back, which puts my tits in his face.

  Generous to a fault, he takes my nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. I ride him, rising slowly up and down. We have somewhere to be tonight, but there’s always time for this.

  “What if I told you I was?” I won’t let this go. He’s a captive audience as I fuck him.

  “You don’t know what it means to be a slave. The power you’d hand over to me is too much.”

  He clamps down on my nipple and shocks of pleasure shoot through me. Reaching between us, he places his thumb on my clit.

  I’m rocking my pelvis against his, but his thumb is so much better at getting me off. He knows exactly the kind of pressure I need. My orgasm slams into me and my legs quiver. I’ve lost my rhythm as my entire body shakes.

  He flips me to my knees and enters me from behind while the last waves of pleasure roll through me.

  “I know what it means to be a slave.” He needs to know I’m ready.

  His breathing picks up as he thrusts in and out. With his hips rocking back and forth, I’m getting rug burn on my cheek. Not that I’ll tell him to stop.

  “I don’t think you do.” His words come between thrusts, his breathing heavy and labored.

  He’s wrong. It’s exactly what I want and I’m willing to prove it. He slams into me, chasing his release. His body bucks as he increases the pace, fucking me into oblivion until his body shakes with the force of his orgasm. He slaps my ass and collapses beside me.

  “You’re fucking amazing.” He clasps my hand over his chest and the rapid beat of his heart pulses beneath my palm.

  I roll over and prop up on my elbow so that I can gaze at his chiseled perfection. I trail my hand over the hard planes and ridges of his body.

  “I want to be yours. I want to be yours in every way.”

  “You are mine.” He looks at me with incredible tenderness. This man who used his hand and a ruler to tenderize my ass a few moments ago, looks at me with adoration and love. I feel the same way, but I need something more.

  “I want to be more.”

  He releases my hand and rises to a sitting position. “Becoming my slave…it means surrendering your life into my hands. You’re young, Alexa. You’re not equipped to make that decision. You don’t know what it means to me. You don’t know what I will take from you.”

  I know exactly what he’ll take. I’ve seen the way he looks at me. I’ve seen the longing in his face when we’re at The Ties that Bind. There are rooms there, rooms we’ve yet to explore. They are dark and twisted. I want to go there with him. I want to be that for him.

  But I say nothing.

  Our night has barely begun. This isn’t the end. It’s only our beginning.

  Or, so I hope.

  Chapter 5

  The Ties that Bind is more than a nightclub. It’s an exclusive, posh, members-only club which has become our secondary home.

  Funny how I call the club my home. Although, if you understand my past, it makes a lot of sense.

  I feel alive in The Ties that Bind.

  Really alive.

  It’s a place where I shed my skin and become that other, more secretive, part of myself.

  The real me shines.

  And tonight is the night of the big auction. A charity event which never fails to bring in millions.

  No surprise.

  Not when the prize items up for bid are women willing to sell themselves for a good cause.

  As for me?

  I’m going to give myself to Daniel. At least that’s the plan.

  We’re a kinky pair of deviant perfection.

  But, I want more.

  It’s a little uncertain in my head whether he wants me as much as I want him. He keeps putting off my questions. There’s a small chance I may be nothing more than a passing fling.

  As far as I know, I’m the only resident he’s slept with…is sleeping with. But, I could be wrong.

  Infatuated doesn’t begin to describe my state of mind when I’m with him. I’m over the moon in love with Dr. Daniel Greyson.

  Over.

  The.

  Moon.

  But here’s the problem.

  It’s a stinking pile of shit problem.

  We can’t be seen together and we most definitely can’t be seen as a couple. If anyone finds out what we do at the club, or within the privacy of his home…

  Let’s just say both our careers will be over.

  Mine is yet to begin. We’re screwed.

  With years of residency ahead of me, I don’t want to wait.

  He does.

  And he calls the shots.

  It’s the smart thing to do—the rational thing we should do. It’s the only thing that saves his j
ob and reputation, not to mention my fledgling career.

  He refuses to jeopardize my future. He says I have true talent. I believe him, because I’m a damn good surgeon. Or, I will be once my training is complete.

  We are so fucked.

  And yet, we fuck.

  We fuck a lot.

  And we’re fucking kinky as fuck.

  I want to take things to the next level and that doesn’t involve a wedding ring.

  I want his collar.

  His unwavering dominance.

  His unyielding authority.

  Plus, I want the sting of his hand, the bite of his whip, and the strictness of his rules to encompass every facet of my life. Not just stolen moments.

  Not just at the club. I want it all the fucking time.

  Tonight, I may be making the biggest mistake of my life. Or, I might be making the best damn decision for us both.

  That’s another problem.

  I’m not the one who makes our decisions. It’s not my role. Not my place. And I’m going to burn in hell for what I plan for tonight.

  Either way, I’m not coming out of this unscathed.

  I say this because we didn’t talk about tonight. He doesn’t know what I plan.

  And when he sees me on the auction block, there’s a good chance he’ll walk away.

  A sane man would.

  I’m scared shitless. So much so, that I flinch when he comes up behind me as I'm getting ready to draw the hair off my nape and kisses that spot right behind my ear which always makes me weak in the knees. My entire body is alive and buzzing in my well-fucked state.

  “You almost ready, baby girl?"

  After his office, we broke our scene to get ready for tonight’s event.

  My insides turn to jelly every damn time he calls me baby girl. It makes me feel precious, coveted, and completely his. That’s the feeling I want—no not want—I need more of it.

  I’m supposed to be wearing an evening gown, something I plan to ditch in the not so distant future for something much more appropriate. But I’m running late and only have a tiny g-string and my bra on.

  I’m doing my makeup and just finished my hair.