The Auction (12 page)

Adam moved toward the tub and lifted back the lid. Steam rose from the water. He turned toward Carly, his eyes glittering. “Imagine yourself with your arms bound tightly at your sides, your body crisscrossed in a webbing of thick rope. You would be suspended from those chains and then lowered, inch by inch, until you were under the water, your very breath controlled by another, your life, quite literally, in his hands.”

Auction
, Carly reminded herself.
That’s my safeword. I can use it if I need it.
Wait! How would she use her safeword if she was submerged in the water? She opened her mouth, about to ask for permission to speak, but closed it as Adam continued.

“It takes extraordinary trust between two people to engage in the kind of intense breath play this submersion tank makes possible. While I know your contract says nothing regarding hard limits when it comes to water play, I don’t believe you’re ready yet for that kind of scenario.”

Carly felt relief pulse through her body and she blew out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “No, Sir,” she whispered gratefully.

Her relief was short-lived, however, as Adam said, “This morning we’ll see how you handle the spray. But before we do that, you’re going to pee for me.”

“I’m sorry, what, Sir?” She had heard him, but hoped she had not heard him correctly.

“You’re going to squat over that drain”—Adam pointed to the drain set into the concrete near the hoses—“and empty your bladder. I’m going to watch. After that, I’ll hose you down.”

Carly flashed back to Patty at the auction house. Her refusal to pee in front of the others had resulted in her dismissal from the program. At the time Carly had been deeply, silently grateful that she hadn’t been the one called upon to squat on the newspaper like a puppy. Now she understood all too well why Adam had her drink that large glass of water. 

Carly took a deep breath. She could do this. What was the big deal? She blew out the air slowly, willing herself to be calm and graceful. Graceful! That was a laugh. She felt awkward and humiliated as she forced herself to squat over the drain.

At least her bladder was full. She closed her eyes to Adam’s intense scrutiny and thought of flowing water.

Nothing happened.

“Go on. Are you disobeying me?” Adam demanded.

Carly opened her eyes. “No, Sir! At least, not on purpose. I’m trying. It’s—it’s kind of embarrassing, Sir.”

Master Franklin’s words moved through her mind.
Modesty
, he had said,
implies boundaries. It implies your separateness from your Master. A true slave gives up her modesty as a gift to her Master.

Carly felt the sudden easing of her muscles and the warm stream of urine splashing down between her legs. She closed her eyes again, aware she was blushing, but relieved she’d been able to obey Adam.

“Good girl,” Adam said warmly. Mixed with her embarrassment, Carly experienced an odd sense of pride. She had done what he’d asked of her, despite her reservations. She had worked past her modesty. She had pleased her Master.

Adam pulled Carly up by the arm and positioned her with her back against the concrete wall between the eyebolts. Reaching for her wrists, he lifted them, pressing them against the wall over her head. “Stay in that position. I’m going to chain you in place.”

Grasping the chains on either side of her, Adam pulled the cuffs open and secured her wrists against the wall. He did the same thing with her ankles, so she was spread eagle against the cool concrete. “Arch your pelvis, show me that cunt,” Adam ordered, tapping her hip. Carly tried to obey, though it was difficult to move, chained as she was.

Adam moved toward the wall with the hoses and reached for one, uncoiling it from its spool. Bending down, he turned on a faucet and held his fingers beneath the running water for several seconds before turning it off to attach the hose.

Carly’s heart was beating high in her throat. She tried to take several deep, calming breaths, but each one came out in a shuddery gasp. Adam came to stand in front of her. He reached for the hair that had fallen into her eyes, pushing it from her face. His touch was gentle, his expression kind, though his eyes seemed to be glittering with an inner fire that made Carly catch her breath.

For one ridiculous second she thought he was going to kiss her, but he only leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Calm yourself, Carly. Slow your breathing. Show me your grace.” He stroked her cheek, his fingers sliding sensually down her throat. “I won't give you more than you can handle.” His hands found her nipples, catching them between thumbs and forefingers, rolling them like marbles as they stiffened to his touch.

When they were fully erect, he twisted hard, all the while looking deep into her eyes. Carly winced as the pain shot through her nipples, but then moaned as it went zipping along her nerve endings to lodge directly in her cunt, which she could feel swelling and moistening between her spread legs. Adam offered a knowing smile as he let her go and stepped back.

He moved toward the hose and returned to stand in front of her. Pointing the nozzle at her groin, he squeezed the lever, sending a spray of water in her direction. Reflexively Carly closed her eyes, expecting a freezing blast, but the water that hit her skin was surprisingly, even pleasantly, warm. He sprayed her sex and rinsed away the dribble of pee that had slid down her thigh.

Adam moved the spray over her body, drawing it under her arms and along her sides, playing it over her breasts, aiming it at her nipples. “You have one job this morning. That is
not
to come. You
will
exhibit self control. No orgasm. Not unless or until I say so. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” Carly gasped, again squeezing her eyes shut as the spray splashed into her face.

Adam turned the head of the nozzle and the spray became a more focused stream of water that he aimed between her legs. “Give me that cunt,” he ordered in a hoarse voice. Carly saw the erection tenting beneath his shorts. “Arch it forward,” he commanded, and she struggled in her chains to obey.

The jet stream hit her spread pussy in an explosion of warm, pounding water, instantly sending jolts of sensation through her body—not precisely pleasure, not precisely pain, but definitely intense. Just when the pressure was nearly too much to bear, he shifted the spray, moving it over her body in no particular pattern.

Then it was back at her cunt, vibrating the delicate folds and pounding against her clit in a steady stream. “Oh god,” she heard herself groan.
Don’t come, don’t come. Think of something else. Tax returns. A root canal. Don’t come. Don’t come.

She tried to twist her body away, but Adam barked, “Cunt out. Don’t you dare shift away.”

The spray pelted her sex, a steady, sharp stream of relentless stimulation. As the water continued to pound at her clit, Carly’s body began to judder of its own accord, an orgasm building against the flimsy dam of her self control, despite her desperate attempts to resist.
Car trouble, getting fired, no place to live…

It didn’t work. She couldn’t fight the rising surge of climactic release being forced from her body by the masturbatory fingers of the water stream. Giving in, she felt her head fall back against the wall, her wrists and ankles straining against their cuffs, her heart bursting in her chest as the orgasm was wrested from her unwilling body.

For a moment she couldn’t figure out where she was, and why she was dripping wet. Then it came rushing back, and she realized she must have blacked out for a second or two. Adam had dropped the hose and was standing in front of her, shaking his head with a bemused expression.

He reached for her wrists cuffs, pulling them free. Crouching, he released her ankles as well. As she stepped away from the wall on rubbery legs, Adam moved toward a cabinet near the door that Carly hadn’t noticed before. He took out a thick, white terrycloth robe, which he draped around Carly’s shivering shoulders.

To her surprise, he took her into his arms, cradling her against his body. Tentatively, she dared to wrap her own arms around his waist, ready to instantly retreat if he gave any sign that she was overstepping. But he only held her tighter, and she could feel his cheek against the side of her head, and his hard, muscular chest against her breasts. What she really wanted, she realized as he held her, was a kiss.

What she got instead was a pat on the bottom, and then he dropped his arms and stepped back to look at her. “What am I going to do with you, Carly? You can’t obey the simplest command.” His eyes were twinkling, but the curve of his mouth was cruel, and Carly knew she was going to be punished for her lack of self control.

“I think I know what we’ll work on after breakfast and chores today,” he said, using a towel to dry his own wet torso. “Any slave girl worth her salt needs to learn to control her orgasm.” Pulling her leash from his pocket, Adam attached it to the wet leather collar around her neck. Giving it a light tug, he added nonchalantly, “We’ll begin right after your whipping.”

Chapter 9

Carly’s arms were extended over her head, her wrists cuffed to chains hanging from a beam in the dungeon’s ceiling. She was stretched taut, her legs spread wide and held in place by cuffs hooked to bolts in the floor by each ankle.

Adam walked around her in a slow, continuous circle, striking her body with the heavy flogger, its leather tresses stinging her skin as they snapped against her ass, her thighs, her breasts, her shoulders. She could feel the sweat pricking beneath her underarms, and the rush of breath rising in her throat. When he flicked the leather between her spread legs Carly jerked hard and gave a startled cry of pain. When the tips of the leather caught at her nipples, she gasped and began to pant.

Adam continued to move in a circle around her as he flogged her, his movements almost lazy as he let the stinging leather land against her body. When he began to speak, Carly had to concentrate to make sense of his words over the ragged pant of her own breath and the sparks of fiery pain showering her skin.

“Erotic suffering can come in many forms,” he was saying. “This pain you feel now as the leather kisses your skin”—he struck her breasts with a stinging thwack—“is easily identifiable by your brain as pain. But there are different ways to suffer, ways we will explore together.” He struck her ass, the tips of the leather tresses curling cruelly around her hip.

The flogger swished and whirled around her body, covering every inch of her flesh until Carly felt as if her skin were being flayed from her body, her breath pushed from her lungs in hiccupping cries. She was dizzy and might have fallen if she hadn’t been held up by chains, her feet locked into place. As it was, she sagged heavily against the wrist cuffs, her chin dropping onto her chest.

When he finally let her down, Carly fell to her knees, a wave of dizziness moving over her, her mind a fog. Adam crouched beside her, stroking the hair from her face. His touch was gentle as he helped her to a more comfortable sitting position on the carpet. He sat beside her. She could smell his clean soap scent and the hint of masculine sweat. She could feel the heat of his skin near hers. To keep herself from reaching for him, she drew up her legs, wrapping her arms around her knees.

Adam pushed himself to his feet and smiled down at her. “That was your punishment. Now comes your training.”

He walked toward the bookshelf. Carly watched with open-mouthed surprise as he pressed a button on the wall, causing the entire shelf to slide into some kind of hidden panel, like something out of a Victorian horror novel.

Behind the shelf was a small chamber, most of the space filled by a black leather bondage table complete with belts, cuffs, hooks and chains set strategically along the edges to fully immobilize a person in any number of positions. There were stirrups attached to the corners on either side at the end of the table.

Adam turned to Carly with an evil grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling into laugh lines. “You never know what you’ll find in some of these old houses.” He moved toward her, extending a hand. “Come on. I’m going to strap you down and we’ll have a nice, long lesson in orgasm control. We’ll practice every day, as long as it takes. You
will
learn to control your body and your reactions, or you’ll continue to pay the price.”

Carly allowed him to pull her upright and she moved toward the small chamber with trepidation. There was a long, high counter set against the back wall, on top of which were rows of neatly placed whips, handcuffs, ball gags, coils of rope, lengths of chain and half a dozen dildos and vibrators, each wrapped in shrink plastic. What really got Carly’s attention, however, was what looked like a small red plastic gun with a narrow twelve-inch rod coming from the muzzle, its tip ending in a rubber-tipped fork that reminded Carly of a scorpion’s tail.

Adam followed her gaze, his lips lifting in a cruel smile. “I can see by your expression you’re familiar with this.” He lifted the shock prod, his finger curling around the trigger. When he pressed it, sparks flew from the forked tip, making Carly jump. “Got your attention, huh? Nothing like a zap from this baby to remind you to obey. I’ll only use it if you make me. It’s all up to you, Carly.”

He directed her toward the bondage table, helping her to lie down. He had her scoot to the end of the table and place her feet into the stirrups. He used Velcro straps over her ankles to keep her feet anchored. Next he secured her wrists to cuffs on either side of her body, and brought a thick strap over her midriff to hold her in place against the table.  Reaching down, he pushed a button on the side of the table that caused the back of it to slowly lift until Carly’s back was raised to a semi-upright position. Her legs were spread wide, her cunt and ass fully exposed on the edge of the padded table.

Adam moved to stand between Carly’s knees. He reached toward the counter, selecting a tube of lubricant and a slim black dildo with a circular rubber base. He unwrapped the dildo and squirted a dollop of lubricant on its tip, wiping the excess lube against Carly’s exposed asshole. He pressed the tip of the dildo against her entrance, easing it carefully into her. She felt a slight pressure as he pushed the base of the dildo into her. A moment later he flicked its battery on, sending a vibrating hum through her loins.