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

by Ellie Masters

  Daniel is a bit of an exhibitionist. He loves when others watch us fuck.

  He places a few bids on rare bottles of whiskey and a crate of wine. We meander over to a jewelry display where he teases me by asking for a closer look at several nipple pieces. There’s one with a chain that dangles between the nipples which makes me squirm. He shows far too much interest in that piece.

  I know exactly what he would do with such a thing. The torment he would make me endure would be the sweetest torture. He lifts several up to my tits, dangling them over my nipples as he twists his lips. What he’s doing is making my nipples draw tight and practically poke through the silky fabric of my dress.

  I’m getting stares from the other men. Daniel loves it because they’re looking at something they can never have. He reaches up and flicks one of my nipples causing me to bite down on my tongue. I’m so wet my thighs are slick. I’m surprised there’s not a stain on my dress.

  “There are several here I like.” He’s talking to the lady behind the jewelry counter and she’s helping him with his phone to place a bid.

  I don’t know if he’s placing a real bid or simply fucking with my head. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I’m practically on cloud nine just thinking about how hard he is with this little game. The man is shameless about sporting an erection in this crowd.

  At work, in the thin scrubs we wear, I have no idea how he controls the beast between his legs. Because when we’re not at work, the man’s dick is more often hard than not. He reaches down to adjust himself and watches me watching him.

  “You want this, don’t you?”

  I give a nod and lick my lips. I want to go down on him right now. It doesn’t matter we’re in the middle of a crowd. Not this crowd. Every person here gets it.

  There’s a commotion off to our right. Master Edge is pushing through the crowd and one of the prospective members is trailing in his wake.

  “What do you mean you didn’t get the rope?” Master Edge lifts his hands over his head. “Of all the things to forget.”

  “I’m sorry.” The un-vetted Dom trails behind Master Edge.

  “Sorry is for shit heads.” Master Edge’s scowl cuts through the crowd.

  “I’ll go get it.” The man says.

  Master Edge spins around and points at the un-vetted Dom. “You stay here and mind what I told you.” His gaze sweeps around the room and lands on Daniel. He gives a lift of his chin which Daniel returns.

  It’s their manly way of saying hello without actually speaking. I’m surprised there aren’t grunts exchanged. Master Edge and Daniel are a couple of the old-timers here. They were the first round of Dominants recruited by the recently deceased founder of The Ties that Bind.

  Which reminds me…

  I tug on Daniel’s sleeve. “Sir, I need to check on Katy.”

  This is the first Gala she’s hosted since Master Andy died. All the Doms in the club pledged to help her find a new Master. Or at least a Dom strong enough to fill her life with the structure she craves. Daniel’s been looking for some time to find a suitable match, but so far there’s no one.

  Katy needs a Master in her life.

  I understand the need.

  It’s what I want.

  Katy saw the longing within me before I did, and it’s only with her help that I find myself brave enough to risk everything.

  Daniel pulls me close. “Go ahead, but be back before the main event.”

  “I will, Sir.” There’s a smile on my face and pain in my heart.

  I hate lying to him.

  But I do.

  I lie through my teeth and get the hell out of there before he notices.

  Chapter 7

  It doesn’t take long to find Katy. She’s the heart and soul of The Ties that Bind. I just head toward the largest gathering of women and she’s right in the middle, firing off answers to a never-ending string of questions.

  There are technically three auctions tonight. The first is the silent bidding before the main event.

  I watch Daniel as he moves from table to table. He passes the jewelry display and moves on from whiskey, wine, and vacation packages to sex toys and other fun stuff.

  His phone is practically in his face and I give a little grin. He’s a fanatic for kink paraphernalia and his home dungeon rivals the setup we have at the club. His entire basement is a den of sin and seduction, pain and pleasure, and more tantalizing treats. It’s my favorite place in the world.

  I think he’s only beginning to truly explore the things he needs. I’ll be right there with him. Wherever he wants to go, I’m right there beside him.

  I may be the submissive in this thing we do, but we’re equal partners in our desire for kink. I’m lucky he values my opinions and respects my limits.

  Not all dominants understand how to truly maintain control.

  Katy notices my arrival and comes to wrap an arm around my shoulder. The gaggle of submissives moves with her and I’m soon in the middle of the excitement with her.

  “How are you doing, Alexa?”

  “Excited.” I’m not excited. I’m fucking nervous. But I can’t say that. I can’t risk any of these girls inadvertently letting what I plan slip out and get to Daniel’s ears.

  He’ll put an immediate stop to it.

  Katy knows this.

  We stand in the middle of the women while she answers questions about the second event of the evening: the open auction. There’s a growing signup list being circulated among the group.

  Those on that list will be auctioned off on the block to the highest bidder, subjected to their whim for the remainder of the night.

  It’s an opportunity for girls to hook up with men they might not otherwise have a chance to meet.

  The third event of the night belongs to a much smaller group of women. There’s a selection process with rules associated with it. We won’t be put up for auction to the members at large.

  Our bidding is a little different, and it requires consent of all parties involved. Or rather, it should.

  I don’t have Daniel’s consent.

  Technically, Katy and I are breaking the rules. But remember what I said about how well I follow rules?

  I tend to spend a lot of time draped over Daniel’s knee for breaking rules and bad behavior. I also tend to spend an inordinate amount of time on my knees with his dick shoved in my mouth. And there are the other punishments I endure.

  Thinking about him has me biting my lip and rubbing my thighs together. I need to come and I don’t think I’m going to survive the next few hours with this needy ache between my legs unfulfilled.

  Maybe I can get Daniel to fuck me before the auction begins?

  “Alexa?” Katy gives a little pinch to the back of my arm. “Have you heard a word I’ve said?”

  I give a little shake of my head because I’m oblivious to anything but my need for Daniel.

  Her soft laughter floats to my ear. “Hun, I was asking if you could help me prep the girls for tonight.”

  My eyes widen. This is how she’s getting me back with the others. I’m going to be her assistant.

  “Um, yeah. Sure.”

  “Good.” She turns to one of the girls I barely know. “Izzy, do me a favor and tell Master Daniel I’ve borrowed Alexa to help me out with the auction.”

  We decided not to ask Daniel’s permission. I can’t afford him saying no.

  Izzy gives a nod and heads toward Daniel. Before she gets to him, Katy is pulling me to the side of the room. I need to be out of here before Daniel realizes Katy is appropriating my assistance.

  Again…we can’t give him the opportunity to say no.

  Not that Daniel would deny Katy anything. This is a tough night for her. The first time hosting this event without her Master by her side.

  The men are falling all over themselves trying to make things as easy as possible for Katy. She knows this and is using it to her advantage.

  I have a feeling Katy is going to be a handful for w
hatever man attempts to rope her under his control. Whoever the club Doms find for her has no idea the fight he’ll have on his hands. She’s feisty as fuck.

  Which is why I love her.

  Katy is also willing to bend the rules when she thinks it’s the best thing for those involved.

  “We made it.” She gives a little clap of her hands as we make it to a side door leading out of the room.

  I catch Daniel’s eye as I slip through the doorway. His lids narrow and his lips draw into a tight line.

  He’s standing beside Eric, another of the Old Guard Doms, and Thomas, one of the newer Doms who joined the club last year.

  Those two are trouble. From the way their heads are tucked close, I sense they’re up to no good. Daniel’s right there with them, plotting. I can feel it in my submissive bones and make a note to find Penny. She’s involved with both Eric and Thomas, not as a threesome, but rather in an open, polyamorous arrangement.

  It’s concerning to see the two men together.

  The door shuts behind us, sealing Katy and I in one of the service corridors.

  “Hurry up. We need to get you out of that dress and into your outfit.”

  I picked my outfit out last week. It’s nothing special, but it embodies everything Daniel and I are together. We’re all going to be dressed for our Doms enjoyment. It’s a way to entice them to bid high.

  “I’m nervous.”

  Katy gives a shake of her head. “As I would be if I were you. This is a big night.”

  “What if he doesn’t bid on me?”

  What if he decides I’m not worth the trouble? Or worse. What if he decides this isn’t what he wants at all?

  “He’ll bid, sweetie.”

  “How do you know?”

  She stops and takes my hands in hers. “I just know.”

  There’s a glimmer in her eyes I don’t trust, but it’s probably just her trying to keep me calm and reassure me. I trust Katy. She knows things.

  "Now you go ahead. I need to head back and tie up a few loose ends." Katy returns to the main room and leaves me to my thoughts.

  I hurry to the room where the other submissives are gathered. There are only six of us signed up for tonight. There’s a seventh spot, but it stays open tonight in memory of Master Andy. Maybe next year, Katy will be tied to that pole?

  I know Daniel and the others are working hard to find a Dom to step into Master Andy’s shoes. I don’t envy them their task.

  When I arrive, Michelle is already decked out in her harem outfit. She’s a blonde knockout with bright blue eyes and vivacious personality.

  “You’re really doing it?” She gives a squeal and rushes to me. “Your stuff is ready.” She points to a small chair where a tight crop top, short plaid skirt, thigh-high white stockings, and Patent leather shoes wait for me. She pulls me down on the couch beside her. “Does he know?”

  I shake my head. “Nope. It’s going to be a surprise.”

  Who am I kidding? It’s going to rock his world and shift the foundations of our relationship.

  Or destroy it.

  I need to leave. This is a bad idea. There’s still time to stop the madness.

  “Well, fingers crossed for you.” Michelle crosses the fingers of both her hands and holds them up for me to see.

  Her bright blue eyes shimmer in the light. She’s easily the prettiest girl in the entire club.

  Which is funny considering who her Dom is. Tank is not a man I would call handsome.

  He’s tough and scary with a busted-up face from one fight too many. A retired boxer, Tank’s face bears the scars of his life’s passion. And he’s huge.

  He and Master Edge are two of the biggest men in the club. Daniel appears slight of build when he stands beside them. Which is funny considering Daniel is one of the most athletic doctors at the hospital.

  “What about you?” I deflect attention away from myself. The longer I’m here the more I’m thinking this is a really bad decision. My gut is telling me to run. “Are you ready for tonight?”

  As I said, our auction is different from the others. A score or more women will offer themselves up for the night. They’ll negotiate their scenes and play in the club with whichever Dom wins the highest bid.

  Our auction is a bit different. We’re not auctioning off our bodies. Our men already have that.

  We’re delving a bit deeper. Our men will win the rights to everything. The time determined only by their bid.

  At least, if their bid matches ours.

  It’s not as complicated as it sounds.

  We’re offering ourselves for one night, one week, one month, or one year to our Doms. We’re not offering our submission. Like I said, they already have that. We’re offering control.

  Or at least, our willingness to surrender control into their hands. It’s like slavery, but with a built-in time limit; a test drive, if you will.

  It’s not really real if it comes with an expiration date. That makes it safe for those of us interested in testing the waters of a M/s dynamic without actually committing to a collar and bonding ceremony.

  Michelle is a submissive with a passing interest in more, but it’s not really her thing. She’s too feisty and independent to hand over full control to Tank.

  This is something he’s asked her to consider. She’s gracious enough to give him a taste of what he desires, but she’s not brave enough to really dive in.

  I’m ready to jump into the deep end. No life jacket. It’s sink or swim for me.

  I’m hyperventilating thinking about it and I’m staring at the door. I’m scared as shit this is going to blow up in my face.

  There’s still time to back out. You don’t have to do this.

  Penny wanders in and Michelle and I jump up to give her a hug.

  “How you holding up?” Penny’s question is for me.

  About the same age as me, she’s graced with a gorgeous full figure and mysterious eyes which always seem as if she knows the mysteries of the world.

  I rub at my arms. “Nervous as fuck.”

  Penny gives a low sultry laugh. “I bet.”

  “How about you?” I ask. “Are you nervous?”

  Penny is offering herself to Eric and Thomas in a way she’s never done before.

  “The butterflies in my stomach are complaining about the butterflies in theirs. I’m a mess, but an excited mess.” Her smile is uncertain.

  “Do you think they’ll bid?”

  “For at least a night.” She’s like me. She wants more. “I think sharing me separately is one thing. Dominating me together is something else. But we’ll see.”

  I know what she really wants. She wants them to be a real threesome.

  We’re all here for different reasons and to experience different things. Yet there’s a sisterhood which unites us.

  A buzzer in the room sounds and Michelle grabs the phone. Her eyes widen and her mouth forms an ‘O’ of surprise.

  When she hangs up, we’re all look at her.

  “What’s up?”

  “That was Master Edge. He’s sending someone to us. He's taking the empty spot in our auction.”

  Master Andy's post?

  What?

  Master Edge plays here and there but he's not technically attached to one submissive. I know he craves a woman he can master. I've heard his conversations with Daniel, but as far as I know, no one has lit a spark within him.

  To appropriate Master Andy's post for tonight's auction speaks volumes. Did he find someone?

  How?

  When?

  This is amazing news.

  Michelle waves to my clothes. “Better hurry up and get dressed. Katy is going to be pissed if we’re not ready.”

  Penny helps me unzip and I shed the evening gown. It was an uncomfortable skin and I’m eager to exchange for what’s on that chair.

  I put on the tight crop top, short plaid skirt, and pull up the thigh-high white stockings. I’m not wearing panties. There’s no reason when D
aniel will just rip them off anyway.

  I’m taking another step forward.

  There’s still time to turn away. I can back out at any moment.

  But I don’t.

  I bend down and fasten the buckles of my Patent leather shoes. I’m ready for the next step.

  Chapter 8

  Penny and I chat while Michelle takes care of Master Edge’s request.

  “You look really cute.” Penny takes a moment to admire my outfit while I pick at the seams of the tiny skirt.

  My nerves are showing and it’s not like me.

  “Thanks.”

  Michelle is wearing her harem outfit for Master Tank. Penny is putting on a lace g-string and my eyes go to her nipples and the studs which stick through them.

  “Do those hurt?”

  “Does what hurt?” She’s holding a red leather corset she’ll wear over her g-string.

  “Your piercings.”

  One is an emerald and the other is a sapphire.

  She glances down at her tits and gives the sapphire a little flick with her finger.

  “I guess they did at first. I don’t know, I don’t really think about them much, except I never orgasmed from nipple play before Thomas put this one in.” She’s looking lovingly at the sapphire.

  “Did he give them both to you?”

  Her attention shifts to her other breast and she holds the emerald stud between her forefinger and thumb. There’s a look of contentment sweeping across her face. It’s followed by an almost painful longing.

  “No, this one is from Eric.”

  “They each gave you one?”

  “Yeah.”

  I don’t know how things work in their relationship. It seems complicated. But then my relationship is complicated too.

  “What’s up with you?” Penny puts a flimsy lace bra on and struggles to latch it behind her back while I stare at the studs piercing her nipples.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t know. You seem a bit off tonight.”