Chapter 16
Wouldn’t you like to know?
Delaney
The man on the microphone started to announce names.
Each time one was called, a woman walked out on the stage, did a little strut dressed in lingerie, and a red lace mask across her eyes, with a number pinned to her hip.
I watched as men and women in the audience started to take note, paying close attention to the stage, and then the women would walk off the stage, then another name was called.
Like they were being showcased before being sold off like cattle.
Are they auctioning off women? What the hell is this place?
My breath hitched when I realized that my assumptions were correct when a woman stepped out on stage and red paddles started to rise from the crowd.
The man on the microphone shouted out numbers so quickly that it was hard to follow.
I must have looked terrified sitting there with my mouth open.
I looked around to find Lacy but she was nowhere to be seen.
I’m gonna kill her, ugh!
I scooted all the way around the crescent-shaped booth, toward the door. I almost made it there but just as I reached for the door my wrist was grasped and I stepped back into a hard chest.
And the musky smell of Dallas Kingston.
“Where are you off to?” He breathed heavily into my ear.
I stuttered nervously. “I’m going… I didn’t know…. I need to find….Are you selling women up there?” I finally pushed through my nerves and asked the question I desperately needed the answer to.
He let out a deep laugh at my disdain. Confused by his reaction, I grew angry. I was more than angry, I was furious – why would Lacy bring me here and where did she go? And why the heck did those women look so happy to be sold off like farm animals at the swap meet auction on a Saturday?
Before I could get too lost in my thoughts, a name I didn’t notice earlier sounded around the room.
“Here we have Lacy Goodwin, a twenty six year-old kindergarten teacher. Her kinks include: praise and degradation, cum play, choking, and role play. She is a newbie to the auction and is very eager to please a dom with complete obedience. She prefers male doms so no women will be permitted to bid this round. Who will be the lucky one to take this beauty upstairs? The bids will start at $10,000.” After that, a ton of paddles went up, and the bidding war commenced.
I swirled around and locked eyes with Lacy. She smirked and shrugged her shoulders from up on the stage. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Sold to Mr. O’Donald. Please come claim your prize.” The announcer sang into the microphone.
I stood there with my mouth wide open as I saw a man come from the crowd.
She kneeled in front of him, he put a collar around her neck, and then helped her to her feet.
He led her off the stage toward an exit, on the opposite side of the room.
She walked with her head down and her hands behind her back.
The man who just paid thousands of dollars for her, paraded her through a crowd of men and women eager to purchase their own Submissive.
My emotions spiraled out of control at what I had just witnessed.
Part of me was confused at what was displayed.
I wanted to feel disgusted and appalled, to be purchased like property then collared and leashed like an animal, but there was another emotion mixed in there too, one I was conflicted about…
Curiosity?
“What’s the matter, Sweetheart?” Dallas pressed against my back, breathing into my neck as he spoke, sending tingles down my spine.
I leaned into him momentarily before I quickly corrected myself.
I tried to pull away from him with little effort, because for some crazy reason It felt good having him so close to me.
I flinched when he reached up to touch my arm, flecked with goosebumps.
His fingers were rough and masculine, yet tender.
“Don’t worry Delaney, I’m a man of consent, I wont do anything you don’t beg me to do.” A subtle, intimidating chuckle slipped from his lips.
“Presumptuous, aren’t we?” I retorted, matching his cocky tone.
“Mmm, or maybe just…perceptive.”
“Or maybe just an arrogant asshole.” I snapped pulling back from Dallas giving myself some space from his magnetic power he seemed to have on me.
He took one step to stand directly in front of me, his chest pressed against mine as he looked down. He used his fingers, tilting my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his.
“You sure are bratty, aren’t you?” he breathed the question as a statement. He tilted his head to the side, and a deep groan escaped him.
“What is it, Delaney? Why do you stir away from me like that?” he asked with genuine curiosity in his tone. “Have I done something to make you afraid of me?” He paused, giving me time to answer.
I stayed quiet, contemplating his question. I wasn’t afraid of him – it was the opposite. I wanted him in a way that made me feel devious and sinful.
I read way too much smut not to be a little curious.
“I’m not afraid.” I finally forced out in turn of a response. “I’m just…” I paused because I didn’t know what I was. I was horny, I was needy, I was intrigued, but strangely fear wasn’t one of the many emotions I was feeling.
“Curious?” He whispered. Without a second thought, I was nodding my head.
“Do you want someone to take you into a private room and push you to your knees and ram their cock down your throat, and mercilessly fuck those perfectly pouty lips until your eyes water and you are gasping for air?”
My breath hitched at the mental image he created for me. I felt my heart begin to pound and my body heat up as I squeezed my aching thighs together.
“Mmhmm, feel that, Sweetheart?” He released a breathy growl into my neck. “The things I’d do to you…” he sucked a breath in audibly as if he was on his last bit of restraint.
My pulse was racing as he leaned in closer and gripped my chin a bit tighter, pulling our faces no more than a centimeter from each other. If it weren’t for the mask shielding him, I would think he was moving in for a kiss.
My eyes closed and my heart fluttered at that very thought. Imagining how his tongue would taste against mine.
“You would enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” He teased, breaking me of my fantasies when many more erotic images flashed through my mind.
He turned my head so that he could whisper into my ear. “I bet you are a dirty little slut for the right Dom,” he said, baiting me to either deny or agree to his suggestion.
A spark of boldness overcame me as I spoke my next words, direct and unwavering.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I glared at him.
The groan that escaped him was so deep, I felt it in my toes.
“More than you could ever know, sweetheart.”
I wanted to know. I wanted to know more than anything at that moment.
He walked around me positioning himself at my back and pressing himself against me.
I felt his bulge hard against my ass, as he intentionally grinded it there.
He traced my spine with his knuckles, sending an incurable sensation straight to my pulsing core, then he firmly laced his fingers in my hair, tugging it hard to expose my neck.
His breath, although slightly obscured by the fabric of the mask, sent electricity through my entire body.
The scent of musk and lust radiating from his pores.
His teasing gesture combined with the sting of my scalp made me pool between my legs as I imagined what types of pleasure this man could give me.
“The things I’d do to this tight little pussy, the stretch you’d feel as I thrusted inside of you…” He hissed at his own seductive words.
“The ways I’d use my tongue to make you scream my name over and over again, your body won’t be able to stop rolling in pleasure.” He whispered through gritted teeth. I felt his jaw twitch against mine, as he gained his composure that seemed to be slipping.
“I’d make you mine in ways you’ve only ever imagined in your dirtiest fantasies. Would you like that, Delaney?”
I swallowed hard at his question.
I tried not to give in to his taunting but my body betrayed me when my nipples were noticeably perked and my skin flushed.
I felt him nuzzle into my neck where he remained, pressed firmly against me.
“Or maybe you’re not the kind of girl to start slowly…” He took a deep breath and let out a sigh as he regrouped his thoughts.
“No,” His chuckle was deep. “Maybe you’d like to be treated like a bad girl, is that it?”
My breath hitched and my palms started to sweat as I squeezed my thighs together. I tried to be subtle but he seemed to notice everything.
“Mmm. That’s it, isn’t it?” He teased, moving his head to rest on my other shoulder. He ran his fingers down my arm teasingly.
“I like that Delaney, that’s my kind of fun.” He chuckled menacingly. Like he wanted to inflict fear in me, to intimidate me.
As much as I wanted him to stop, the need for him to keep going was growing louder in every cell of my being.
“First, I’d force you to your knees and fuck this pretty little mouth of yours,” he used the pad of his thumb to caress my bottom lip as he spoke slowly, “then I’d rip this from your body, leaving you completely naked and at my disposal, ready to meet my every need.
” He pushed a stray hair from my face, behind my ear.
“Then I’d wrap my hand around your neck and shove my fingers deep inside that tight little pussy until you are dripping all over me. ”
I breathed in a shaky breath, trying not to seem shaken but failing miserably.
“And then what?” I whispered, desperately wanting to hear more.
“Mmm so eager, sweetheart, Daddy likes that.” He hissed into my hair.
My body tingled with need. He pressed his hand firmly against my abdomen and pulled me in even closer.
“Do you feel what you do to me, Delaney?”
Oh, I felt it. I felt his big bulge, which was hidden by only a thin layer of fabric. And I wanted it so badly I felt my muscles tremble.
He pressed his lips together and blew a soft stream of cool air along my collar bone, suddenly my body tensed. I threw my head back and let go, riding the wave of the most erotic and intense orgasm I have ever felt.
My body shook as I neared the end, biting my lip to suppress the scream that threatened to escape my mouth right here in front of so many people.
“That’s fucking right sweetheart, cum for Daddy,” He cooed in my ear, holding me tight against his chest..
Moments later, I came back to reality, realizing what had just happened. My face heated in sheer embarrassment.
How could he make me cum without even touching me? And in front of so many people?
I was mortified, but satisfied, all crammed into one big emotion.