Penny: The Ties That Bind (Auction Night Book 2) Page 7

  They exchange looks, but say nothing. This leaves me to continue. Actually, it feels good talking about this. For so long, actually since I mentioned the auction, we haven't really talked about it.

  "And I know it's complicated. I love you both, and I know you love me." I curl my shoulders inward, very aware of how exposed I am sitting in this chair by myself. "I should've never brought it up. I'm being selfish." I glance at each of them. "I'm sorry, but I can't stop thinking about the two of you controlling me together."

  My gaze lowers to the ground where I start counting the number of fibers in the expensive Persian rug. My insides twist and knot with frustration, fear, and regret.

  I pushed my men, ruining something that was perfect. I put my foot in it and fucked everything up. I'm in love with two men who love me back. I should be content.

  Eric gets up from the couch and comes over to stand in front of me. He lowers to his knees and stares up at me.

  "Thomas and I have no interest in fucking each other, but we have a lot of interest in fucking you. We've talked about it and come to a decision."

  I blink back tears I refuse to shed.

  "You have?"

  "We want you. All of you. And if this is a part of you, a need you have within you, then we want that too. It's not much different from when I brought Thomas into our dynamic to be your Dom. It's not going to affect the rest of what we do. I'm still your Master. Thomas is still your Dom. You'll serve us both, obey us, as we decide. We're not against exploring this with you, but we want to be clear on what will and will not happen."

  Does this mean they're considering moving forward with this? I'm almost afraid to hope.

  "We had our own concerns, which you just answered. And we've stated our limits."

  I understand limits. They form the cornerstone of everything we do. Limits are inviolate.

  Thomas stands and heads over to the conference table. "I don't know about you two, but I'm hungry. It's time to eat, then time to change for tonight."

  Eric pulls me into his arms. "You know I love you, right?"

  "Yes, Master."

  "And you know I'll always give you what you need?"

  "Yes, Master."

  "And you grant me the authority to give you what you need, not necessarily what you want?"

  "Always."

  I surrendered my will to Eric years ago. He's my Master, my life, the very essence of my soul.

  "Good girl." His voice is a deep, needy rumble. "Now strip and lay down on that table."

  "Strip?"

  "Was I unclear?"

  "No, Master, but…"

  He grips my wrist and I'm tumbling in the air as we exchange positions. Before I know it, he's in the chair and I'm draped over his lap.

  Eric's not a sadist, but that doesn't mean he won't spank my ass, or put me in my place. He does that now, brutally raining down ten painful swats to my ass.

  Unlike Thomas, who warms me up so that I might tolerate more intensity during our sessions, Eric's punishments are quick, effective, and meant to sting.

  He releases me and I immediately go to my knees in front of him. My entire body shudders as I press my head to the floor and wait for his command.

  "Your place is not to question me. I said strip and get on that table. I'm wondering why you're still kneeling on the floor."

  A little squeak escapes me as I rush over to the table. Thomas is pulling things out of the paper bags, setting them to the side, while I'm divesting myself of my clothes.

  As I climb up on the table, Thomas directs me how I should lie down while Eric goes to his office door and turns the lock.

  My eyes are wide as he tugs at his tie, loosening it, and my mouth gapes as he rolls up his sleeves.

  "Good girl." His attention shifts to Thomas. "Let's eat."

  I squirm as Thomas places various bits of sushi over my naked body. He slaps my thigh when I wriggle beneath the delicious torment.

  "Stop squirming."

  But, how can I?

  Eric is on one side of the table. Thomas is on the other. And I'm their buffet.

  My toes curl when Eric leans over and sucks the emerald stud piercing my nipple into his mouth. My back arches when Thomas leans over to lave the sapphire he gave me with his tongue.

  When they each place a hand on my thigh, one on the left, the other on the right, and slowly pull my legs apart, I come undone.

  I can't help the breathy moan when they touch me down there—together.

  Chapter 11

  I'm a very lucky girl. Eric and Thomas treat me to an orgasm given by the magic of their hands. Two hands, two men, and more sensations than I can process.

  They give me a moment to recover. My breathing is barely back to normal when Eric moves to the foot of the conference table. He pulls me toward him until my ass practically hangs off the edge and lifts my legs to rest on his shoulder.

  While Thomas eats sushi off my belly, Eric turns his attention to my clit using his devilish tongue to make me fly.

  True to his word, there's no actual sex, but they pass me between them until I'm coming on Thomas' tongue a few minutes later.

  They eat their fill and feed me in between orgasms while they chat about Thomas' latest tour, Eric's win in the courtroom, and generally treat me as if I'm not there.

  That doesn't bother me. Objectification is one of my things. I'm happy to serve as their table and I can't help but love the attention they shower upon me when one of them is face deep between my thighs.

  I'm a panting, sweaty mess by the time dinner is done. Rice sticks to my skin. Soy sauce runs down my sides, and I'm slick with my own juices between my legs.

  Fortunately, Eric's office has a full bathroom with a shower. He leads me into the shower with orders to clean up and I leave the two of them alone.

  What are they talking about?

  That was the second time they touched me together. It was strangely weird, erotic as hell, and a little overwhelming.

  Who am I kidding?

  I'm over-stimulated, over-sexed, and already thinking about what tonight will bring.

  Which leads me to the bids they will place and the reserve bids I need to put on my time.

  There are three auctions at The Ties that Bind tonight. The first is a general auction for items donated by the membership. There are cruises, dinners, mini-vacations, wine and whiskey bundles, jewelry, cigars. You name it, it's probably there.

  Then there's the open auction where submissives auction themselves off to the membership at large for one night of play.

  I did that once, a long time ago, and was bought by a man I'd only ever seen from a distance. Eric took me that night, blew my mind, and uncovered needs within me I never knew existed.

  I started as his submissive, then a year later put myself in the third auction. I gave myself to him as a slave, thinking he would only meet my bid for one night. Eric made a quarter of a million dollar donation to charity that night and I became his slave for a year.

  This year, I'm going up again with the hopes of something equally as mind-blowing.

  The third auction of the night isn't really an auction. The only people allowed to bid on me are Eric and Thomas. For the five other girls, it's their Dom or Master.

  We place a minimum bid on what we're willing to accept for our dominants to have us for one night, one week, one month, or one year. It sounds complicated, but it's not.

  I need to decide how much I'm worth for one night where I will serve both men. The price goes up for a week, a month and a year. I won't know which bid they win, unless they tell me.

  And I can't undervalue myself. There's no point. First off, all proceeds go to charity. Secondly, Eric will have my head if I lowball the bid. There's no fun in not knowing. I'm pretty sure they will bid. What I don't know is for how long they will have me.

  Eric mentioned something about them both bidding. Only if they both meet the reserve will they win me for whatever duration that might mean.

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bsp; So, how much am I worth?

  I think about it while I shower.

  When I exit, I pull up short. Eric and Thomas are decked out in their tuxedos. Eric wears tailored suits every day, but in a tux he's breathtakingly handsome. And he wears a tux well, like it was poured over his muscular frame. His entire countenance exudes dominance, a force I'm powerless to resist.

  Thomas tugs at the bowtie around his neck. He's gorgeous, but a little uncomfortable in the black and white garb. I think he looks even sexier, as if that's possible, not that I'd ever say so. Thomas hates the pretentiousness of a tuxedo.

  Eric's attention shifts from his conversation with Thomas to me and I dutifully bow my head. I'm naked before these men, but it barely registers. Most of the time, Eric keeps me naked at home. I'm more available to him without pesky clothing getting in his way.

  I approach with my eyes cast down and chin tucked until I'm a few steps away. Then I slowly lower myself to the ground before him.

  I say nothing. I don't speak unless spoken to first, and wait to be acknowledged or given further direction.

  "Our girl is a fucking goddess." Eric's tone is rumbly and sets up a vibration under my skin. I live for these moments.

  "Fucking amazing." Thomas paces around me and I feel his feral nature coming out. He wants to fuck. It's in the heavy intake of his breath and the heat of his gaze.

  I don't actually see him. My forehead is pressed to the carpet, but I feel every lick of his hungry gaze.

  Thomas walks over to the door where my red dress hangs.

  "You want to do the honors?" He's speaking to Eric, not me.

  Eric says nothing, but I track Thomas' movements and the swish of the fabric glides across the floor.

  "On your feet, slave." Eric says.

  I rise with a grace instilled in me after years of serving my Master. I don't look Eric in the eye and I don't speak. I'm more of an object right now, something to admire and play with.

  Holding the dress, he steps near me. I give a little gasp as he presses his finger to the soft hollow of my throat. His finger trails down to the cleft between my breasts, then wanders over to tug on Thomas' sapphire and then his emerald.

  "You're a beautiful woman, slave, but it's your submission which is glorious. I look forward to your service tonight." His finger continues its maddening path, swirling around my belly button and dipping down over my mound. It's bare and exquisitely sensitive.

  Thomas is somewhere behind me. I feel him, but my entire body is alert and focused solely on the press of Eric's finger.

  His finger continues further down to press against my clit. There's no stimulation, just a gentle pressure letting me know he is in full control.

  "None of us have discussed bids, and none of us will. You will price yourself according to your true value and we will bid according to our desires. All of what we bid will go to charity, but the duration of your service will be determined not by the highest bid, but rather by the lowest. So, if I bid for a week, but Thomas only a night, you will be shared between us for one night. Do you understand?" His finger pushes against my clit and a tiny gasp escapes me.

  "Yes, Master."

  "Good girl. Now, let's get you dressed. The car service will be here shortly."

  He places the dress over my head, and between him and Eric, they dress me like a living doll.

  My insides are a twisted mess as excitement and worry war with one another inside me. They're tying my guts into knots and I don't know if I'll ever be able to unravel them.

  I'm giddy. I'm terrified. I'm hesitant, but I'm also accepting of whatever comes next. I trust Eric and his guidance. His leadership means everything to me.

  I don't want a day with my men.

  I want forever.

  But I'll take whatever they're willing to give.

  This query I make of them is huge, and I'm lucky they love me enough to allow this fantasy into the light of the day.

  Once I'm dressed, I stand with my hands clasped, my gaze respectfully down, and I wait for further commands.

  Thomas goes over to a small side table where Eric keeps his whiskey. He pours two drinks and Eric joins him. They stand behind me, so I can't see what's happening, but there's a little pause and then a clink of glass. It's followed by what sounds like them thumping each other on the back.

  I can only imagine how difficult this must be for them and that brings up a lot of guilt.

  Eric tells me not to feel guilty. He shoulders the burden of the decisions he makes. He's the one who asked what my fantasies were.

  I told him I wanted to explore sadomasochism and he found Thomas to give what he couldn't. Then I revealed the dreams I had where the two of them fucked me together.

  We're standing on the precipice of my fantasy becoming a reality.

  I want this, but Eric decides.

  He tells me not to feel guilty for wanting what I want, but damn if it's not hard. I'm pushing him. I feel it in my bones, but he's my Master. Eric decides what happens next.

  This is his decision, not mine. Therefore, there's no reason for guilt to eat me up from the inside out.

  It's not always easy to trust my Master, but I do as best I can.

  Chapter 12

  We head downstairs and pile into a waiting car. Eric and Thomas sit in the back with me sandwiched between them. Each places a hand on my thigh and we drive in relative silence all the way to the club.

  I'm acutely aware of their presence as well as our dynamic folding over us. My Master is to my left and my Dom to my right. The car fills with their dominant auras and I'm left barely able to breathe.

  Is this really what I want? This overwhelming, suffocating testosterone clotting the air? Because it is. I'm surrounded by predators and I'm their prey, willingly sacrificed to feed their darkest desires.

  The Ties that Bind is an exclusive sex club. We don't advertise who we are to the rest of the world with a big sign that flashes Get Your Kink on Here! The club takes up a city block; an unremarkable building on an unremarkable street. It's raining outside. It gloomy and mysterious, the perfect night for an auction.

  Inside is something altogether different.

  Several stories tall, the main floor is where most of this evening's events will begin. This is the social level, a transitional space between the outside world and the pleasures within.

  This is where my world divides. Upstairs is a general play space, an open place where members can socialize and scene publicly. It's where Thomas and I generally play with Eric watching. Sometimes, Eric scenes with me in the upper space, but he generally takes me down to the dungeon, a place reserved for those who embrace the Master/slave dynamic fully. The dungeon is where normal safe words disappear. Not that there are none. Every slave has the ability to S.O.S. if a scene becomes too much.

  I don't know how to describe it, except things feel more real in the dungeon. It's one of the places where I can fully immerse myself in my role as a slave. It's like fantasy and reality collide allowing Eric and I to let our true selves express our darkest desires.

  At home, there are dishes and laundry and beds to be made. In the dungeon, there are no distractions. I sink into my slavery and Eric embraces his mastery over me.

  I like the dungeon.

  But Thomas and I don't play there.

  He's been down as an observer, watching Eric and I interact with each other as well as with the other Masters and slaves. He's curious, but Thomas doesn't appear to be interested in the M/s dynamic.

  I think…

  We're fashionably late, which means things are just beginning to kick off. I trail respectfully behind Eric as he and Thomas go to the sign-in tables and register their phones for the betting.

  The red silk of my dress drapes beautifully down my body. It's thin and I'm naked beneath it. I'm getting appreciative stares from the other men and curious glances from the women when they notice the studs pierced through my nipples.

  Eric and Thomas stick together, not
unusual, but I'm not used to seeing them move as a unit. I trail behind them as they check out the general auction items. Eric treats me more like a piece of jewelry than a person, but then that's exactly what I am in here.

  I'm his property, a collared slave bound to him. I'm no longer Penny; having shed my name the moment I stepped inside these walls.

  I trail behind them, not really interested in the auction items. Eric stops in front of a wine basket and places a bid on his phone. Thomas and he discuss whether to bid on some expensive whiskey. I remain silent, obedient, and fall deep into a meditative space where I'm able to fully embrace what it means to be Eric's slave.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a woman in black dress pants, white pressed shirt, and a black blazer surrounded by a group of women. It's Katy. She's the glue which keeps all the submissive women bound together. She separates from the gaggle of submissives with Alexa in tow. The two of them disappear behind a side door, then Katy returns a moment later.

  Within minutes, she's surrounded again. The anticipation is out of sight. I feel the excitement in the room. It skates across my skin, sending sparks along my nerves.

  Eric catches the direction of my gaze. He knows I'm supposed to be helping Katy set up for the auction, but I would never remind him of that fact.

  I serve him, faithfully, devotedly, and fully. Eric is my prime focus, and standing beside him is Thomas, a man I can't get out of my head.

  "Slave, would you like to help Katy?"

  I duck my head and press my hands together over my belly. "Only if it pleases you, Master."

  "It would please me to have you suck my cock, but I will wait." His words come out a growl, throaty and needy, demanding and certain.

  I say nothing as he leads me over to Katy. Thomas comes with us, bracketing me between their solid forms.

  All the women take notice and part before the combined potency of Eric and Thomas. Thomas grips my upper arm and Eric's powerful hand is on the small of my back, guiding me forward.

  Katy dips her head and gives a little half bow while the other submissives quiet and take a step back.