Chapter 21 Tied up, handcuffed, and spanked…
Tied up, handcuffed, and spanked…
Delaney
“It’s okay, Delaney, I promise I was safe.
There’s tons of precautions with this stuff, you’d be surprised how much thought goes into these…
activities to make sure it’s safe before it even goes down.
” Her words hit me and my mind suddenly went blank – I had to admit in that moment the way Lacy was describing this stuff piqued my curiosity even more.
The control freak in me jumped for joy when I considered how much more relaxed I could feel knowing certain likes and dislikes were discussed beforehand.
Way too often I read scenes in my smutty books that describe a sudden launch into raunchy lust, and while I drool over these scenes I always think, ‘there’s no way I could do this without talking boundaries before’.
“Well…I was tied up, handcuffed, spanked, and called a good little slut for most of it but I was safe within reason.” She threw her head back and laughed, breaking my daydream. I reached for a fuzzy pink pillow from the couch and smacked her right in the face.
“Hey!”
“Hey nothing! You left me in a really weird place, all alone, and then I had to be driven home by one of Dallas’s men.” My whining trailed off when I looked at Lacy’s twisted face.
“What?” I snapped.
“Dallas didn’t drive you himself?” She asked, disappointed.
“No. He had Jacob bring me home. I’m assuming because he would have had to remove that mask to drive.”
“No! He was supposed to drive you home, I saw you guys all close together.” She giggled, shrugging her shoulders.
“Did you plan that?” I was getting madder by the minute.
“No, not at first. But when he showed up and blocked you from being seen by all the other guys in there, I slipped away and didn’t worry about you. I passed my keys to him and asked him to get you home before I went backstage.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were gonna be auctioned off to the highest bidder?”
“Honestly Delaney, I didn’t know how you were going to react, but I wanted you there.”
“Okay, okay, fine. I’m not mad at you only because I had the greatest orgasm of my entire life that night.” I smirked knowingly.
“What the actual fuck? You slept together?” She shouted, jumping up to sit on her knees.
“Wait, you and Jacob?” she squealed
“NO Dallas! wait..No, we didn’t sleep together. But he made me cum so hard it was unreal.” I smiled and stood to walk toward my room.
“Oh no! I need details from Delaney Bennett, now!” She yelled
“Nope, those are for my best friend. You know the one that doesn’t leave me alone in a club.” I teased.
I went into my room and closed the door. I wasn’t actually mad at her but I wasn’t pleased with what she did, even if it did end up being one of the hottest experiences I’ll probably ever have and more than likely the closest I’ll ever get to actually being with Dallas Kingston.
Just as I finished my thought, I looked over to see the box with the club logo on it, reminding myself of the auction invitation.
I made Lacy explain everything to me, excluding the information that I was formally invited by Dallas himself.
I didn’t want her to know because she would push me into doing it.
She wants me to test the waters, to spread my wings a little bit.
I get that – eventually, the time will come that I do, but I want it to be at my pace.
I’m just trying to figure out what that actually is at the moment.
One thing I wasn’t fully certain of was why Dallas wanted me to participate in this event when it clearly bothered him that I was being looked at by other men at the club. It was weird, almost possessive of him, but then again maybe I’m just imagining things.
A man like Dallas doesn’t have to waste his time on an inexperienced girl like me when he could easily pluck any of the stunning women that strutted around the club and have his way with them, mask and all.
I walked over to the dresser where I left the black box and opened it up to review the entry form for the auction.
There was a whole packet of papers attached. Another questionnaire, some kind of contract and medical forms to be filled out by a physician. I appreciated how much care they seemed to take when it came to that part of things, at least I didn’t have to worry about cleanliness in that way.
I sat down on my bed and mindlessly started to read.
The first page was a contractual agreement that seemed to be partially filled out, which was odd considering I wouldn’t know who my Dom would be until there were bidding parties.
I raised my eyebrows when I saw that the starting bid was $30,000.
The girls from the other night started in the $5,000’s…
I plopped down on my bed and started to read through the contract:
This agreement contractually binds the submissive to the Dominant for a total of thirty (30) calendar days. The start of this agreement will begin immediately after both signatures are documented and witnessed by a representative of Club Crawl.
Thirty days? How would that even work? And why do I sound like I’m considering this?
Lacy told me her agreement was for seven days.
She would go to the club daily for seven days starting on the day they both chose, I guess the first night didn’t count.
I giggled to myself and blushed over the thought of the dirty things Lacy told me they did at the club.
Apparently, he gave her a dress code to follow and a list of expectations for the time they spend together.
One of those days she would be required to go shopping, all expenses covered by him of course.
I mean, the more I thought about this idea, the more I seriously considered agreeing to it all.
I did feel a little bothered by the idea of Dallas wanting me to come and participate in the auction but I guess I had the wrong idea about us, probably just conjured up a spark all on my own.
I knew he would never really want a girl like me. I was just hoping to be wrong.
One of the requirements was a clean health record. I made a mental note to schedule an appointment just in case I decided to go, I wasn’t making any commitments by just going to be checked out.
“I mean, it’s good for me either way, if I decide to do this or not.” I said to myself, biting my lip.
Before I could get pulled into the argument I was creating with myself, I was interrupted by a text message alert.
Unlocking my phone I saw Dallas’ name across the screen.
Delaney, I have something I’d like to discuss with you. Would you mind coming to the club tomorrow around three?
I threw my phone to my bed and tried to ignore the dire need to jump at his request.