Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
The whole auction thing was still in its initial stages. From what Mason had gleaned from conversations with Lawrence, who was spearheading the initiative, it was a kind of dating service for Doms and subs heavily into the scene. Trained subs who were looking for long-term partners would participate in a once-monthly auction to be held at The Enclave. Vetted Dominants from the community would be given the opportunity to scene with the various subs before the auction began. The Doms would then bid on the available subs, who would agree beforehand to abide by the results of the bidding.
Mason wished Ellen the best, but at the moment his main concern was taking the edge off so he would be able to focus during Hannah’s session. “You may use your hands and mouth,” he said, placing his hands on his hips.
The girl cradled his balls in one small hand, the other curling around the base of his cock. Staring up at him with big brown eyes, she closed her lips over his shaft and took him into her mouth. Mason sighed with pleasure. Even so, as eager and as skilled as the girl at his feet was, he couldn’t deny it—he’d rather it had been Hannah.
Mason was waiting near one of the spanking benches. He’d changed into leathers for the session, black leather pants and a vest, forgoing a shirt. He wore his usual black boots.
He’d made sure to grab one of the portable, wheeled cabinets that was filled with all sorts of sexy toys and restraint gear. He’d also made sure the station’s impact toy rack was fully stocked. This was going to be fun.
Brandon was already engaged in a scene with his slave boy and the trainee, Michael, at a nearby whipping post when Hannah entered the space. “Over here, slave girl,” Mason called, eager to get started.
As she approached, he asked, “How are you? Ready for some intense, hands-on play?” He certainly was, but he’d decided he would direct during this session, rather than participate. That could come later, up in his suite.
She was staring at his chest, no doubt admiring the various tattoos. Amused, he put a finger under her chin, directing her gaze to his face. She swallowed visibly. “I-I think so, Sir,” she managed.
“Good girl,” he encouraged. “Here’s what’s going to happen over the next hour. I will strap you down on the bench and allow whoever wanders in to play with you in whatever way amuses them. This might involve sex toys, impact toys, or whatever they come up with.” Taking in Hannah’s somewhat terrified expression, he added, “Don’t worry. Your hard limits will be respected.”
She looked slightly mollified by this reminder, but she was still strung tight as a bow.
“I recognize I’m kind of throwing you in the deep end here. Don’t worry about being perfect. Just do your best, Hannah. I have faith in you, or I wouldn’t have stepped up to be your personal trainer.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she said in a soft, tremulous voice.
He tucked an errant tendril of her hair behind her ear and gave her an encouraging smile. He placed both hands on her shoulders and looked down into her eyes. “It’s all good, Hannah. This is what you want. It’s what you need.”
He could feel the tension in her body and see it in her face. She was still skittish as a colt. A part of his mind whispered that he ought to slow down. Maybe she wasn’t ready for this yet, despite the fact she had agreed to full-immersion training. But they only had a few days, damn it. She’d really given him no option.
He wanted to take her face in his hands and kiss those sensual, full lips. Would she kiss him back? Or push him away? Was she ready for a new relationship, or still in mourning for her late husband?
Relationship?
What the fuck? Who the hell is talking about a relationship?
Dismissing his crazy thoughts, he focused on his charge, who was in need of some pre-session care. “Close your eyes, Hannah. Focus on relaxing your body and opening your mind. I want you to breathe in through your nose and then let it out through your mouth. Slow, deep breaths.”
As her eyes closed, he noticed how her long, thick eyelashes touched her cheeks. There were faint smile lines at the corners of her eyes. Mason had a sudden desire to see that full-on dimpled smile again.
“Breathe,” he reminded her. “That’s it. Let all the tension flow out with your breath.” He kept his hands on her shoulders, hoping his touch helped to steady her. “I know this is challenging for you, Hannah. But you’re brave and strong. You can do this.”
He smiled. “It might not always seem like it during this kind of intensive training, but you’re among friends here. We all want you to succeed.” He stroked her cheek. “If you can, focus on the pleasure of submission and the satisfaction of your masochistic cravings, rather than your fear.”