"Yes, sir." She emulated Sara and the other submissives she'd seen. Brianny could feel the lump of tears in her throat. He was angry. This was not the way she'd wanted it to be.
"I'm wondering what's hiding under this garb." He came up so close behind her, she could feel the heat of his torso against her back. "Perhaps they should have had the slaves naked for the auction, so we would really know what we were buying." He gripped her thick French braid close to her scalp and pulled her head back, turning her face toward him at the same time. "How are you going to feel when I make you take this dress off and parade you naked from here to our suite?" His voice was husky, his breath warm against her cheek.
"I—uh, I will do whatever you ask of me, Master." She hoped he could hear her, it was hard to talk with her head held back that way, stretching her neck.
"Is that so?" He let her hair go, and the heat of his body disappeared as he came to stand in front of her again.
"Yes, sir." She couldn't look him in the eyes. She stared at his chest instead, wanting to reach out and run her fingers over the edge of the fabric that showcased him so artistically.
"Anything?" He crossed his arms over his chest, distorting her view. "Look at me," he ordered.
Brianny squeezed her hands, her nails biting into her palms, but she wasn't going to lift them from her sides. She absolutely would not fling herself into his arms and beg him to hold her.
"Anything?" he asked again. "If I asked you to crawl naked to our room, what then?" The tilt of his eyes said he was mocking her. She supposed she deserved it.
"If you were serious, yes, I would, sir." She pushed her chin up, trying to look tall and proud. Even so, he still towered over her small, five-foot, two-inch frame.
"What if I want you to suck another man off while I fuck your ass?"
She didn't delay this time, even though the crude question pooled in her sex like molten lava. "If you wanted me to, sir." She deserved this, she could be patient until he forgave her and decided what he really liked or wanted from her. That was what it was to her. She wanted to please him; even if it was difficult, even if it hurt. Especially if it hurt.
"Even if I wanted to use the Dungeon Master's famous long tail whip?" He hadn't moved from his spot in front of her, but her ass tingled as if someone had dragged a brush over it.
It traveled. Her ass seemed to crawl away on its own, inching itself as far away from her as possible. Except it wasn't possible. Perhaps the single shot of Hot Damn she'd grabbed before the auction had been a bad idea. Surely she couldn't be so affected by one shot? Brianny balled her fists tighter, refusing to let them reach behind her to cup her bottom as they so desired. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
"I trust you, Kian," she solemnly swore.
"But I'm not Kian here, am I?" He moved to her side again, and trailed his fingers up her bare thigh until they caught the hem of her tunic. The movement of the fabric so near her mons sent a shiver over her whole body. "I want you naked. Now, slave." With that, his other hand clasped the hem at the back, too, just before he ripped it off over her head—as if he did it every day. Was there a 101 class on this?
She'd been naked before him many times. Bri most definitely wasn't a shrinking violet in bed, and yet somehow, being naked in front of him while he was fully dressed and looking as sexy as sin, she felt both submissive and proud at the same time.
It also helped that Sara had treated Brianny to a full work-up at the spa that afternoon. Nothing made a woman feel sexier than a trip to the spa. Even if she had been worried and fretting all day. Well, she'd worried ever since Sara had mentioned that she'd given Bri's name to Master Marshall as a participant in the auction. How in the hell had she let her sister talk her into it?
"I like seeing your pussy like this." He came to her side and reached down to run his fingers over her lower lips. She was still a bit sore from the waxing, so even his gentle touch made her draw in a deep breath. She wanted to look down and see if it was still red and irritated, but he teased her then, tracing his finger along her slit. Brianny wanted to open for him and thrust against him, wanted him inside her. "Put your hands on your head."
She was quick to obey him even while he moved behind her, trailing his hand lightly around her hip to her ass, then thrust his fingers lower to stroke her pussy from behind.
"Open your legs." His fingers were wet against her thigh when he prodded her to open. "No, wider." She moved her feet until they were slightly further apart than her shoulders. "Bend over—as far as you can. Keep your hands on your head." He stepped back, removing his touch, but she could feel his gaze searing her from behind.
Her ass and pussy were completely exposed to him and the air that fairly sizzled around them. She was oblivious to the ongoing auction and the subs going into the other cubicles. She was deeply focused on her Master.
"You have a beautiful ass, Blossom." He dragged her fake name out, as if mocking her.
"Thank you, sir." It didn't matter, she desperately wanted to please him.
"Will you thank me if I fuck your ass right here and now?" He stepped forward as he spoke the question. She gasped, not only at his words, but what he was doing. He pressed his fingers into her crack, first for a very quick thrust into her pussy, and then to circle her asshole. He pressed against that hole… but didn't penetrate. "Answer me now."
"Yes, sir." She concentrated on not leaning away from his touch. She felt as though she was swaying.
"Yes, sir, what? Say it. Say you will thank me if I fuck your ass right here." He shoved his finger into her anus hard and fast, the moisture he'd gathered so briefly from her pussy barely lubricating his entrance.
"Ahhh," she whimpered.
"That's not what I asked you to say. Shall I paddle your ass right here before I fuck it?" He pulled his finger out with a quick pop and slapped her butt, not once, but three swats in quick succession. "Say it."
"I will thank you if you fuck my ass right here… sir." She lost her balance at the surprise smacks and lunged forward two steps before bracing herself again. Who was this man?
"Yes, I think you might like that, and I'm not ready to give you pleasure. How about we go over your application?" He moved to grab the file he'd set on the chair, and she fought her desire to watch him. "I hope they gave me a copy of mine too, so I can find out what I like while I'm at it." She heard the chair move, and then a soft puff of air as he sat down. She was still bent over with her legs spread wide, and he now sat behind her, at eye level with her bare pussy.
"Ki—Master Brady, can we please—"
Heat exploded on her bottom, spreading like a wild fire all over her round cheeks. He hadn't even moved from the chair. Smacks rained down and she couldn't hold the pose. She jumped up, cupped her bottom and spun around on him.
"Why are you doing this?" she cried. "I've never been spanked before. I need a warm-up!" She felt stupid. His slaps didn't feel like she'd thought they would. They didn't make her feel sexy; they hurt too much. And he had probably only smacked her five to seven times!
His face remained completely calm. He didn't seem angry at all. His voice was even-keeled and gave nothing away. "What you need is to get back in position… unless you want me to borrow Master Grimsley's switch—and I will, in a heartbeat. Don't tempt me."
She swiped the tears off her cheeks and turned slowly around. She'd made a terrible mistake—she'd never felt farther away from the man she loved.
"Hands on your head, bend down further. I know you can. Get your ass up in the air." He was right, too. She was able to bend further, even with her hands behind her head. She could see him from down between her legs. He'd sat back as if to get comfortable, and crossed one of his legs over the other. "Now, it says here that you are open to a variety of things: restraints, rough sex, hair-pulling, cock-sucking, face-fucking, gagging, double penetration. Not much you won't do, eh?"
"I just want to please you. Whatever you like," she mumbled. It was hard to speak when she was ba
lanced so precariously.
"Whatever I like? Okay." He flipped the sheets over and looked at a different page. "That's funny, because it seems that I like all the same things you do. I don't think this is about me at all. In fact, it seems rather one-sided if you ask me."
"You have every right to be mad. Please, can we just go somewhere else and talk?" Her legs were starting to quiver from her precarious position.
"Talk? Now she wants to talk." He chuckled as he shuffled the papers back together and stood. "I have a better idea. Stand up." Kian grabbed the leash and hooked it to the soft ribbon, then tugged on it to lead her out of the ballroom and away from the continuing auction. "Let's take a walk, Blossom. We'll check out the dungeon together. Have you been down to the dungeon?"
"I had a tour of the whole Castle." Bri kept her eyes on him and tried to pretend she wasn't about to die of mortification from walking through the hall stark naked except for the collar and leash. She deserved his anger. She wasn't afraid of the dungeon. Even if her trembling now had nothing to do with her stance. She wasn't. She tried again to convince herself and calm her nerves.
"Great, so you have a good idea what's down there. Or wait… you know, I don't think we've discussed this. Have you ever been to a place like this before? A BDSM club maybe?"
If she hadn't been able to see the slight bulge and pulsing in his temple, she might have thought he was just making conversation, but he was angry. Angry and taking her to the dungeon. Shit, shit, shit.
Brianny was oblivious to the beautiful sconces and heavy wooden doors she'd been amused by on her earlier tour. Should she try to get away from him? Perhaps she should hide and give him some more time to think. A tug on her collar reminded her that unless she squeezed the clasp, she couldn't actually run away. He still had her on the leash. Shit!
"I asked a question. Have you done this before?"
Was he trying to explore her interests, or looking for another opportunity to lash out at her?
"Once. I went with Sara once. It was obviously much smaller. I was too nervous to enjoy it. I mean, I just watched." She hesitated when they arrived at the doorway and the stairs leading down into the dungeon. The collar bit into her neck when Kian kept walking in front of her, not realizing she'd slowed.
He turned to look at her, but kept walking, bringing her along with the lead. "What's the matter? You're not afraid, are you? I have a lot planned for us."
Brianny loved Kian. She knew she could trust him. He wouldn't hurt her. Or would he? How odd that this was exactly what she'd thought she wanted—prior to it becoming a reality.
She followed him into the basement dungeon, finding it mostly abandoned… perhaps much of the normal dungeon traffic was still at the auction. It was very open; a row of long rooms were sectioned off by stone pillars and half walls. It was also huge—it had to run under the whole castle. Station after evenly-spaced station housed an amazing collection of BDSM gear. There were spanking benches, a St. Andrew's cross, a padded horse, a saddle, stocks, poles, hooks on chains suspended from the ceiling, sex slings, and rows of shelves and racks of implements of every material, shape and kind. Even with the vast array of stations, it had been pretty busy down there when she'd toured the place that afternoon.
They passed a station that looked a lot like a doctor's office, more specifically an examination room. A woman lay nude on the long table while a man looked over a small machine, perhaps adjusting the settings to the long wand in his hand. The only other station in the huge room that was occupied was a padded sawhorse with a man bent over it, his legs spread wide, each one strapped to one of the legs of the bench. The same with his arms on the opposite side. Kian stopped with her to observe the exchange. Another man stood to the side of the sub with a leather strap. Brianny realized it was actually two straps, or two layers, when the Dom lifted the implement and brought it down again. The two flaps of the strap left an imprint on the sub's already mottled red and pink ass. The Dom seemed to go slow, whether it was to give the sub time to cope, Brianny didn't know. Even with the fast-paced music in the dungeon, she could hear the sub apologizing and begging to be done.
"That looks like fun. Maybe we should see if we can find one of those benches." Kian didn't actually speak to her, it was more like he was talking to himself as he pulled her forward. "No, we're going over to that cross thing. I've been thinking about it all day." He led her on, stopping again only to grab implements from the selection available: a thick leather belt, a huge frat paddle, a paddle brush, and—what was in the package? As he piled the frightening collection in his arms, Brianny panicked, scrambling to unhook the leash from the collar around her neck, then took off running as soon as she'd freed the clasp.
She may have been mistaken, maybe she'd imagined it, but Kian's deep laugh followed her out of the dungeon.
Chapter Three
She'd actually lasted longer than he'd thought she would. Kian hadn't honestly intended to scare the crap out of her. It was just a point he'd wanted to make. Okay, maybe he did have a little bit of a sadist hiding inside him. He had enjoyed her nudity, the inspection—well, and her initial vow to please him. Shit, who wouldn't like his future bride calling him Master?
Bri was the hottest little thing he'd ever seen. On a normal day, just the thought of her pink, heart-shaped lips, and her nipples of almost the same exact shade, made him hard enough to pound nails. But damn, seeing her bent over and willing, weeping for him, her pretty pink pussy lips glistening with invitation, while she offered him anything he wanted? It had been so hard not to let his cock free from the restraints of his leggings. Leggings! If someone would have told him years ago that he'd be wearing leggings and make-up in public, he probably would have broken their nose.
He made his way slowly through the halls, trying to give Brianny some time to settle down and time to think. There were so many things to see in the Castle, aside from the various people playing out so many of their fantasies. As an architect, Kian's eyes were always drawn to structure first, but here, even the décor held his attention. No detail had been missed, right down to the scrolled plates for the door hinges. Still more interesting were the sconces and door knockers, or the vases and statues. If he toured the Castle every day for a month, he bet he could still find new pieces of interest to enjoy.
He waited outside the door of their suite, again sorting his thoughts, for a couple of moments before entering. He'd thought for sure she'd have come to their room. But both the bedroom and the bathroom showed no sign of her recent presence. Puzzled, he even stooped to looking under the bed. Could she really be that afraid of him? His pondering led him to the window, where he stood for a few minutes.
He'd been told that their room had one of the best views—the maze—but he wasn't very fond of it himself. Perhaps if he could zoom in on the actual maze, and not the statue blocking much of the view, he might like it better. As it was, he had to look through the spread legs of a very large, very well-endowed man in order to enjoy the gardens. Kian was not thinking about the nude statue or the maze just then anyway, but the nakedness of the man sparked a possible solution to the disappearance of his new submissive.
Surely she'd gone to the Wardrobe first. It would have actually been closer than her coming all the way back to their suite anyway. It didn't take him long to get there, and Kian was nowhere near as surprised as Brianny was that he came to find her there, if the widening of her eyes and rapid breathing said anything.
Blocking his path, unfortunately, were two large men in black shirts, bearing bold white letters across their chests and backs labeling them Castle Security. Someone else may have been upset, or nervous. Kian was glad she was safe, and that the security measures were in place. It wasn't until after the fact that he'd started to worry about her running naked and alone in the Castle halls. He was thankful that so many steps were always taken to ensure the safe play of guests in residence.
"Are you her Dom?" The beefed up, blond giant pegged him with a cynical sta
re. Kian was sure he'd seen him on WWF at some time or another.
"Yes, we took part in the auction and I purchased her. Thank you for caring for her when we got separated." He dismissed the man and moved forward. Brianny was being buttoned into a long Victorian gown, with seed pearl buttons running the whole length of her spine. Well played, he thought, it would take him a while to get her out of that dress. "Hey, baby. Are you all right? Why'd you take off? I was worried." He stroked her arm, ignoring the way the security guard inched closer. Brianny's face was red and blotchy, her blue eyes red-rimmed.
"Sir, I'm a little concerned by your treatment of this girl. It's alarming when a submissive is terrified enough to run crying from a scene—and left to run through the castle without protection. What gives?" the darker Sylvester Stallone lookalike challenged him.
Kian turned back to the men. "Did she call the Castle safeword?" He turned back to Bri to ask, "Do you want me to leave? If you don't want to be near me, I'll leave. In fact, that might be safer for you, because I'm going to end up blistering your ass before the night is through."
"I'm going to have to ask you to step into the hall, sir." Stallone stepped between Kian and Bri.
"She didn't safeword. Ask her if she wants me to leave." Kian crossed his arms over his chest. Jackson had warned Kian of the chance of this happening.
"We might do just that, but you are going to wait elsewhere." The blond quarterback hedged him to the door.
***
Bri was so confused. She did trust Kian, and she didn't want him to leave. He had every right to be upset with her, and she had planned to take it if he decided to punish her. For God's sake, that was what she wanted. She'd just been overwhelmed by the dungeon. Surely he couldn't have meant to use all those implements on her? Not her Kian.
"Miss, are you okay?" This time it was the dark-haired one. Rambo wannabe. "You do not have to continue to scene with him. If there is any concern you have, I know Master Marshall would want to see you."
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