Chapter 12
Mysterious Bidder
Not all is what it seems
Even though I’m brimming with confidence when I meet up with my classmates, I notice Michelle looks upset. Mistress Kim demands silence as she leads us to a lavish room with chandeliers and takes us to the blue curtains set behind the stage.
I pull Michelle aside as soon as the trainer walks away and whisper, “What’s wrong?”
She frowns nervously. “I’m going to fail today. I just know it!”
“Why are you worried? You’ve done well at all of the other auctions.”
“But this one isn’t my fantasy. I’m not as good as you or Amethyst in class. I’m afraid I’m going to forget everything I’ve learned and act like a total idiot.”
“You are an idiot,” Nash mumbles in passing.
I glare at him before growling under my breath, “We both know he’s the idiot.”
Michelle breaks out in giggles, which garners a scowl from Dono Marcelo.
Not needing the negative attention, I turn to face Mistress Kim standing at the entrance to the stage, while quietly reminding Michelle, “Our trainers are not setting us up to fail.”
Thinking back on my recent conversation with Headmaster Wallace, I assure her, “They want to see how far you’ve come, so they know what to concentrate on for the next few weeks. That’s it. So, you go out there and live out the fantasy of pleasing your Dom—just like in all your romance books.”
She instantly perks up. “Yeah…it’s like I’ve been studying for this for years.”
“Go get ’em, tiger,” Amethyst tells her when Michelle is called to line up.
“How are you feeling?” I ask Amethyst after Michelle leaves.
“I’m stoked. How about you?”
“Same.”
She studies my face for a moment before asking, “You sure everything’s okay? I noticed you were a bit preoccupied on the flight here.”
Unable to say anything about Anton, I choose to share instead, “I almost kissed the driver today.”
She raises her eyebrows. “Getting frisky before the main event, huh?”
“Nothing happened but…I wanted it to.”
“He did look hot, I’ll give you that. But I’m glad you resisted the urge. I would hate to see you kicked out of the program on a technicality.”
I smirk when I confess, “But it might have been worth it.”
She tsks at me, then turns her head when Mistress Kim calls her name. “See ya on the flip side, Lane.”
In a spiteful twist of fate, I’m left standing with Nash as we wait for our names to be called.
Wanting to see the Doms in attendance, I take a quick peek through the curtains, wondering which one of them will make the winning bid when it’s my turn to take the stage.
Whoever it is, and whatever they look like, I’m committed to serving my Dominant well.
But I’m surprised to find there is a sexual element to this that turns me on. I enjoy the uncertainty of this encounter.
When my name is finally called, Headmaster Wallace nods to me as I walk past him. Although I deeply appreciate his encouragement, I realize that I’m not here for him—or even for Anton.
This is my moment. As I walk onto the stage, I feel powerful in my own skin. With my eyes lowered, I wait patiently for the bidding to begin, knowing I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
I smile to myself when the bidding starts up. I’m prepared to surrender my will, and in the process, open the possibility of discovering new things about myself. I trust that when the two of us part at the end of this day, we will both leave fully satisfied.
When I hear the announcer call out the winning bid of four thousand Brazilian reais, I’m unsure how much that is in US dollars. But I’m pleased it is one of the higher bids for this auction.
I’m slightly alarmed when the room suddenly falls silent as my winning Dom takes the stage to collect his prize.
Hearing the heavy sound of his boots as he approaches, I note that he is wearing jeans and has very large feet that are attached to equally long legs.
My Dom must be extremely tall. So tall, in fact, that I have to reach up to take the arm he offers me.
I feel like a little pixie standing beside him.
Although tall men tend to make me nervous, I eagerly accept this challenge as I struggle to keep up with his long strides. As we leave the stage, I notice that his palms are calloused, which tells me he’s someone who works with his hands.
I’m dying to see his face, but he’s much too tall for me to glance up without being noticed. So, as he escorts me out of the large room, I have to content myself with covert glances at the other people and gauge their reactions.
Based on the way that crane their necks, he much be even taller than I thought.
I have to stop staring at his large hands. I can’t help but wonder if they hint at the size of his cock. If so, I may be in serious trouble…
Instead of heading out of the hotel, he escorts me to the elevator and says in a low, gravelly voice, “Change out of your uniform and put on something more comfortable.”
Keeping my eyes lowered, I explain, “I only have a simple dress.”
“That will do.”
I hurry to change back into the sundress I wore earlier, not wanting to waste a moment of his time. However, I decide to keep the sexy thong on for his enjoyment. On the elevator down, I take a quick peek as soon as the doors open to get a full view of my Dom before I lower my eyes again.
Somehow, I’m not surprised to see that my overly tall Dom also sports a large, but meticulously trimmed, mustache. Although that was also on my list of things I find unattractive in a man, after scening with Lord Murray on multiple occasions, I’ve thankfully grown used to facial hair.
Stepping out of the elevator with my gaze lowered, I take his arm again. He leads me out of the hotel and walks up to a pickup truck covered in mud.
That’s unexpected…
After opening the passenger door, the man lifts me into the truck as if I’m as light as a feather. I suddenly break out in surprised laughter and forget to keep my eyes lowered.
His expression remains neutral as I stare at him. “Buckle up. We have a long drive ahead.” His gravelly voice matches his serious expression perfectly, and it’s kind of attractive to me.
This Dom doesn’t seem like any other Dominant I’ve ever met before.
I sit quietly in the passenger seat, keeping my eyes lowered, as he jumps into the vehicle and turns on the radio before driving off. The truck fills with the sounds of Brazilian country music, drowning out any chance for conversation.
I assume that’s intentional, so I sit back in my seat to take in the stunning views out the passenger window as we drive down the coast, zig-zaging our way through the mountainous terrain.
Eventually, he pulls the truck off the main road, and we travel down a dirt road toward the ocean. My jaw drops when the road opens up to reveal an exquisite beach hidden by a thick line of trees.
“Stunning,” I exclaim with a happy sigh.
Turning off the music, he lowers both windows, and we sit listening to nothing but the soothing sounds of the waves.
After several relaxing minutes, he smooths out his mustache before turning to address me.
“This scene is a simple fantasy involving two strangers meeting on a beach and exploring their attraction for each other.”
Liking the focus of the role-play, I ask him, “What would you like me to call you during the scene?”
“No names.”
I nod and follow up by asking, “Are there any other parameters to the scene I need to be aware of?”
“You are to stand at the shoreline, looking out at the ocean, and wait.”
I smile, certain I can handle that, and tell him, “I’m honored to fulfill this fantasy with you.”
The goliath of a man blushes and gets out of his truck to open my door. “Take off your sandals.”
Quick to comply, I hand them over. After placing my shoes on the floor of the truck, he helps me out and points to the area of the shoreline where he wants me to stand. “Stay in place, facing the water.”
I bow, and my Brazilian Dom watches in silence as I hurry to follow his order.
As I stand at the water’s edge, I pretend that I’ve come to Rio with Gwen and have taken a drive up the coast to escape the crowds. It was a stroke of luck that I happened to find this private piece of paradise.
I smile when I feel the warm ocean water froth over my toes.
But then my heart skips a beat when I hear the truck start up. I immediately turn around, and my Dom sticks his arm out of the window, directing me to face the ocean again.
I groan, realizing I’ve already disobeyed a command and we’ve only just begun.
Turning back to face the ocean, I’m determined to keep my eyes forward while I wait for him to park the truck up the road so we can officially begin our scene.
I stare at the rolling waves, wondering how this fantasy is going to play out.
Will he play the role of a Brazilian playboy looking to have some “fun” with an American, or will he be more creative and take on a different role altogether?
The anticipation is almost too much for me, but I force myself to gaze at the horizon while I anxiously wait for his return.
As the minutes continue to tick by, I start to grow antsier, unsure how long he expects me to wait here alone. So, I take a quick peek and notice movement just beyond the line of trees by the dirt road.
Not wanting to get caught disobeying a second time, I face forward again, trembling with excitement.
Having sex on the beach sounds deliciously exotic, especially to a native New Yorker like me.
I bite my bottom lip as I hear him approach, and my knees go weak when I finally feel his hand on my shoulder.
He turns me around slowly, and I gasp in surprise when I face him.