Arching her brows, Emma resisted the urge to touch the little s.p.a.ce between them, sure he was right that her frown line was showing. Her dad called it a warning to men that she was stubborn as h.e.l.l and to approach at their own risk, much like her mother and two sisters. Her poor dad had been outnumbered, and she was pretty impressed that he"d lived through having three teenage girls in the house.
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From Ann Mayburn"s Submissive"s Wish series:.
Ivan"s Captive Submissive.
Male Dom BDSM Romance.
Chapter One.
Gia Lopez stood in a staging area for the submissive auction with a line of women covered in sheer black robes. Her long, light brown hair was twisted back into an intricate braid that was a work of art, but she desperately wished she"d gotten plastic surgery to take care of her big nose before agreeing to this. The other women scheduled to be sold off with her were beautiful, each perfect and lovely in their own way.
She felt like a sparrow surrounded by peac.o.c.ks.
While Gia possessed enough self-worth to admit she was cute with her dimples and big brown eyes, she"d never be breathtaking like the auburn haired s.e.x-bomb submissive next to her. Gia had a slender figure from her daily jogging, but with her small b.r.e.a.s.t.s she felt like a boy when compared with the curvy submissive.
Why couldn"t Gia have gone after someone who wasn"t a pinup girl?
Mistress Alice, a tall, blonde Domme, walked down the line of submissives. They were gathered in what looked like parlor with all the furniture moved out. Elegant watercolors still graced the walls and a tasteful chandelier bathed the room in a low, golden light. The door to the room where the auction would take place was currently closed, but from her orientation earlier, Gia knew that on the other side there was a curtained area to hide them from the audience. Then, the scariest of all, a stage where she would be sold to the highest bidder.
Mistress Alice paused now and again to point out something she wanted changed with a submissive"s hair or makeup and took a moment to speak with each woman. Up at the front of the line, a few men in brown leather loincloths presented a nice visual treat as they were oiled up by a trio of giggling submissives.
Mistress Alice stopped before Gia and slowly inspected her from head to toe. When she spotted the gold barbells piercing Gia"s nipples through the sheer cloth of the gown, she smiled. "Lovely touch against your nicely tanned skin. The gold works much better than silver."
"Thank you, Mistress Alice." Gia curtsied as she"d been trained and Mistress Alice"s gaze warmed.
The Domme tilted her head and studied Gia"s face. "You"re Mistress Viola and Master Mark"s girl from South Carolina, Gia."
"Yes, Ma"am. Mistress Viola and Master Mark were my trainers."
"Lovely couple. I met them once at a Domme convention in Las Vegas. They told me to keep an eye on you, that you have quite a temper and are very high spirited."
Gia flushed and dropped her gaze. "I"m working on that, Mistress Alice."
"Well don"t work on it too hard." She leaned closer and whispered, "Some of us like a subs with fire in their veins. We like the challenge and the constant battle for your submission."
Gia started as the other woman gently bit her earlobe before leaning back. "Am I understood?"
A soft rush of desire went through Gia and she licked her lower lip. "Yes, Mistress."
The desire unfurled gently in her belly as she relived her training and how she owed her trainers a debt she could never repay. It had been a unique experience to work with Mistress Viola and Master Mark. Together they"d helped her start her transformation into the kind of submissive she yearned to be. They"d also given her glorious o.r.g.a.s.ms that swept the world away and left her existing as a being of pure pleasure. Not only did they train her physically, they helped her learn how to love herself just the way she was.
Mistress Viola was a plump, curvy, delicious armful of woman. By today"s standards she was considered overweight, but back in the 1950"s she would have been the ultimate in female beauty. Gia had yet to see a man who didn"t gravitate to Mistress Viola in a room, no matter how many other women were there. The fact that her husband, the more traditionally handsome Master Mark, loved her beyond reason helped more than anything else to make Gia believe that maybe there was a man out there that could love her just as she was and give her the confidence to become the woman she wanted to be.
Beautiful, elegant, and loved.
Well, she wasn"t loved yet, but she would be. She had faith her Master was out there, looking for her. The thought of him being here tonight, maybe waiting for her in the audience, sent an ache of longing through her. The practical part of her mind scoffed at the idea of soul mates and fate, but the romantic side of her nature insisted anything was possible.
A pet.i.te mahogany-skinned woman who reminded Gia of a pixie came up to Mistress Alice and knelt at her feet. "Mistress, Master Martin wishes me to inform you we have fifteen minutes until we begin."
Mistress Alice nodded. "Thank you, Tilly." She smiled at Gia, "Have fun, sweet girl. Whoever gets you is going to have their hands full."
"Thank you, Mistress." Gia bent into a graceful curtsey.
The pair went farther down the line and Gia tried to slow her breathing. The redhead in front of Gia turned around and gave her a warm and dazzling smile. "First time?"
"Yes. Is it painfully obvious?"
"Yep. First timers are pretty easy to spot. You"re the only ones who aren"t excited. My name is Iris."
"Gia. Nice to meet you." Gia smiled and smoothed her hands against the sheer robe. "I take it by your lack of panic attacks you"ve done this before?"
"Oh, yes. This is my third time." Iris gave a dreamy smile. "After the first auction, I was bought by a lovely Dominant couple. At the second auction, I met my husband, who is also my Master."
Gia tilted her head in confusion. As far as she knew, this auction was for single, uncollared submissives. "If you have a Master, why are you doing this again?"
The woman laughed and fingered her collar. "Because he wants to win me all over again."
Gia couldn"t help a small stab of envy. "That"s very romantic."
A chime sounded three times, silencing all conversation. All of the submissives turned towards the sound, and the redhead leaned over to whisper into Gia"s ear, "Don"t freak out. Whoever you end up with is going to be one of the best Masters in the world. If you click, great. If you don"t, then you will, at the very least, come away from the experience as a better submissive. Besides, all of the Masters have your fantasies available to them, and only a Master or Mistress interested in fulfilling your fantasies will bid on you."
Gia laced her fingers together, trying to keep her anxiety at bay. She didn"t want to start shaking like a scared puppy. "That"s what worries me." She lowered her voice and leaned closer to Iris. "I shared a bottle of wine, or two, with my girlfriend before I filled my form out, and I"m afraid the fantasies I submitted are a little more...frank. Let"s just say I was super honest about what my deepest, darkest desires are. Like, embarra.s.singly honest. When I read what I had already submitted the next morning, I couldn"t look myself in the mirror for the rest of the day without feeling like a pervert."
Iris giggled. "Oh, that does sound interesting. Care to share what one of those fantasies were?"
A stern man"s voice range out over the crowd. "Ladies, eyes on me."
They turned and Gia recognized Master Martin, the man who ran the Submissive"s Wish Charity Auction and owner of this elegant mansion. Tonight, the distinguished man wore a dashing black tux with an expertly tied red and black bowtie that nicely set off his greying hair. His presence filled the room and all conversation stopped.
Raising his arms, he smiled. "Welcome to the twenty eighth annual Submissive"s Wish Charity Auction. Some of your faces are well known to me as members, and others are delightful new additions to our evening. Whether new or old, I encourage all of you to make the most of the opportunities presented to you tonight. Allow yourselves to embrace your submission and give yourselves the freedom to enjoy the fantasies your Masters or Mistresses create for you without useless shame or misplaced guilt. For the next week, you will be at your Masters" or Mistresses" beck and call. You will find yourself challenged, pushed beyond what you thought you could endure but, in the end, it will all be worth it."
A nervous giggle came from a few of the submissives and Master Martin smiled, then his expression turned serious again. "Let me take this opportunity to emphasize once again that your happiness is the most important part of this auction. If you are purchased by someone that you do not wish to have s.e.xual relations with you are by no means obligated to do so. The only thing the Master or Mistress that win"s you gets is your company. It is up to them to try to seduce you and make you fall under their wicked spell."
Barely stifling a wistful sigh, Gia wondered if she was really ready for this. Yes, she"d submitted to Mistress Viola and Master Mark while training, but she"d never managed to achieve subs.p.a.ce. After listening enviously to the way the other submissives talked about it, she really wanted to experience it but, truthfully, didn"t know if she could. She"d tried with a couple of local Doms that she was friendly with back home in Myrtle Beach. While the s.e.x had been great, she"d never even gotten close to achieving that floaty, o.r.g.a.s.mic feeling the other submissives described. It made her feel like a failure as a submissive that she couldn"t get into the right heads.p.a.ce for her Dominants.
h.e.l.l, if whoever won her here couldn"t top her, maybe she should consider becoming a Domme.
Master Martin"s deep voice interrupted her dark thoughts. "You will soon be blindfolded and ear buds will be put into your ears so you cannot hear. We want you to focus on yourself, on your goals, on what you hope to gain from this experience. Not on what is happening around you."
Gia shifted nervously and the air around her became charged and crackled with tense energy.
"Don"t worry about how you"ll walk or move around while blindfolded. You will each be escorted onto stage by an experienced submissive." He looked up and down the line. "Any questions? No? Such a quiet and trusting group of submissives we have here tonight."
Everyone chuckled, then a curvaceous dark skinned Dominatrix towards the back of the line raised her hand. "Master Martin?"
Master Martin smiled. "Our lovely Mistress Vivienne. What is your question?"
Mistress Vivienne smiled. "This girl," she pointed to the pet.i.te woman with a riot cute dark curls in front of her, "is worried she may end up with some serial killer."
The submissive flushed beet red and seemed to sink in on herself. Gia felt sorry for her, but she"d been wondering about that as well. Of course, this auction had been running for twenty-eight years without incident, and everyone had been highly screened, but all it took was one bad apple to end her life. Great. Now she was nervous and scared. It seemed like her brain would never turn all the way off and let her relax.
She liked being in control of her life, leaving nothing to chance or fate, but being constantly on her guard was mentally and emotionally draining. She hated not having control over what was happening to her, which was probably why she had such a hard time submitting. It took trust in the unknown to let someone truly inside your mind and heart during a scene and to totally let go. So far, no one had managed to breech the walls around her soul. That was fine, she was in no hurry to get serious...though it would be nice to have someone to cuddle with at night and wake up to in the morning. Someone to share holidays with and someone who would not only satisfy her physically, but also intellectually. She thought about being in some faceless man"s arms as they watched the sunrise over the Atlantic ocean together and let out a sigh.
Master Martin cleared his throat and her attention returned to him. "As we have a larger than usual number of visiting submissives for this auction, I will reiterate what our members already know. There is not a single Master or Mistress out in the audience tonight I wouldn"t trust my own submissive with....though I doubt any of them could actually handle Mrs. Martin." He waited for the polite laughter to die down before continuing. "Every single one of our bidders has gone through extensive background checks and have been members in high standing of their local clubs for a minimum of five years. While nothing in life is ever guaranteed, I take the safety of every man and woman here very seriously. Does that answer your question, darling girl?"
The blushing woman dipped into an elegant curtsey and said in a lightly accented voice, "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Master Martin."
"You are most welcome. Anymore questions?"
"Sir?" A willowy woman with short blonde hair held her hand up.
"Yes."
"Will I have access to my luggage at all times? I"m a diabetic and will need to be able to get to my medication."
"Of course. The suitcase we asked you to bring has all of your important identification, including your pa.s.sports, and medication inside along with a change of clothes. We"ve also included two thousand dollars, cash. If you feel uncomfortable and you"d like to leave you can do so without having to rely on anyone to help you." An uneasy murmur went through the submissives and he gave them a bemused smile. "We haven"t had a single submissive leave before their time was up, but we like to make sure that you feel as comfortable as possible."
"Any other last minute questions?"
Silence blanketed the room and Gia laced her fingers together again. Her background check had taken six months. By the time it was done, they knew everything about her-from who her best friend had been in elementary school to her preferences in food. She hoped the Dominants had to go through background checks as thorough. This whole experience was so outside her comfort zone that it was quickly turning into something surreal, like a confusing dream where the scenes changed too quickly to really get a grasp on what was happening.
If it wasn"t for the fact the money raised from her auction would go directly to her charity of choice, she"d be tempted to pretend to be sick and run as far and as fast as she could. Then she"d probably spend the rest of her life kicking herself in the a.s.s for missing the opportunity to serve a true Master, however temporarily. No, she wasn"t going to chicken out. She wasn"t quitter and she certainly wasn"t going to let her fear rule her now. Though the thought of hiding in a bathroom with a fifth of tequila to gain some liquid courage seemed like a great idea.
She was such a basket case.
When no one spoke up, Mr. Martin gestured toward the back of the room. "Let me introduce you to the men and women who will help you navigate the stage."
Laughter rang from the doorway at the back of the room, and a steady stream of elegantly dressed men and women came to stand before them. A lovely Latina wearing a golden cat mask that matched her elaborate gown stopped before Gia with a friendly smile. Taking a closer look at the gown, Gia was pretty sure she"d seen it on the cover of this month"s edition of Vogue. A diamond collar with a small gold owner"s medallion glittered around her slender neck.
"Good evening. My name is Harper and I"ll be taking care of you, Gia."
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