Bought: Highest Bidder(13)

She smirks when I look at her.

I only care about two sheets in that entire packet. The non-disclosure  agreement, and the page where Dahlia signs and consents to be my  Submissive for the next thirty days.

"Madam Lynn, Dahlia," I greet them both, although my eyes are firmly on  Dahlia. At the mention of her name those beautiful wide eyes look up at  me.

"Are you going to be keeping your mask on? Or is it acceptable to reveal your identity?" Madam Lynn asks.

Ah, yes. I slip off the mask and place it on the table. I'd forgotten  about the damn thing. I know Dahlia has already signed an NDA for the  auction, and I want her to get a good look at me and read my expression.

I don't want her to question how much I truly want her.

"Dahlia, meet your new Dominant, Lucian." Madam Lynn leans back in her chair as Dahlia extends her hand to me.

A smirk plays at my lips. She's so fucking cute. I play along, shaking  her hand. When our skin touches, her soft small hand in mine, my body  ignites with desire. The urge to pull her close to me takes over, a  spark heating between us. I release her and move my hand to my lap  before I do something stupid and take her before the contracts are  signed.

I clear my throat. "Let's get this over with."

"Eager, are we?" Madam Lynn thinks she's funny.

She sets a sheet of paper in the middle of the table and points to a  list with a thin silver pen. The list has several boxes checked, but  some are empty.

"Do the two of you consent and agree upon the following conditions?" I  look through the list carefully. The checked boxes are the ones that  Dahlia desires, and the unchecked boxes are hard limits, meaning we  won't be engaging in those activities.

I read through each stipulation carefully, making sure our tastes are  agreeable. For the most part, it's my choice on things while she's still  finding her limits. She's new to this lifestyle, so she's been assigned  cream as her color for now. With over fifty specific fetishes on the  list there are only a handful of hard limits, such as: scat, blood,  breathing and permanent marks which remain unchecked. I agree with her  on all of those, and I'm not interested in them either.

The boxes checked include the usual: anal, bondage light and bondage  heavy, nipple play, deprivation, spreader bars, and other kinks and  fetishes. Fisting is also included, which makes me look up at this  petite little thing with mild surprise. She blushes violently as I take  in her expression. We could work up to that. I imagine she checked it as  a soft limit.

I sit back and nod my head, accepting the pen from Madam Lynn. "Everything looks perfect to me." I sign on the line.

"Wonderful," Madam Lynn says as she takes the sheet and pulls out  another. I'm getting anxious, and I can't stop staring at my treasure.  She's not looking at me, and I know she's nervous; in fact, I enjoy that  she's nervous. But I'm going to need some privacy to take full  advantage of that.

We sign a few more papers, including the NDA I require.

"Alright, and now to summarize the above terms and conditions. You, Mr.  Lucian Stone, are agreeing to act as Dahlia Days' Dominant at the  locations of your choice for the duration of the next thirty days which  will end at precisely one minute past midnight on the fifteenth of the  following month of December. As her Dominant, you agree to the terms and  conditions in the above contract, including and accepting that at any  point Miss Days can terminate the contract and end the relationship  entirely."

I nod my head as Madam Lynn pauses and glances at me. "And Dahlia Days  acknowledges and accepts that by leaving this arrangement, all monetary  gains in the sum of half of one point six million, which is the  equivalent of eight hundred thousand dollars." Dahlia looks as though  she's going to faint as Madam Lynn rattles off the figure, "will be  forfeit." She turns to Dahlia, who's completely lost in thought; it's  obvious she's still in slight shock. After a few seconds, my treasure  sits upright and nods her head.         

     



 

"Yes, I understand."

"I'll need you to sign here," Madam Lynn says, and I wait for Dahlia to  sign, my hands itching for the pen. "And Mr. Stone," Madam Lynn hands me  the pen and I'm quick to scribble my signature.

"Your thirty days starts tomorrow," Madam Lynn says, finalizing the procedure. It's about fucking time.

"I'd like you at my address at eight in the morning," I say and scratch  my address down on the pad of paper. I took tomorrow off just so I could  enjoy her fully for the first day. I may be a workaholic, but my  treasure is a real treat, and I'm going to need time to explore every  inch of her body and test how every subtle touch affects her.

"But I-"

I stop and look up at her, not knowing why Dahlia would object. Maybe  she doesn't have transportation. "I can have a car pick you up, if you'd  rather?" I offer her.

"I can drive. I just wasn't expecting it to start so early. And I thought maybe we'd be at the club?"

"You'll be in my playroom for training, and you'll be available when I  want you, which will be all times of the day and night, treasure." She  gasps slightly, and her eyes widen.

"I-" she starts to answer, and then looks at Madam Lynn as if she's the  one she should be speaking to. I'm her Dom, for fuck's sake.

"You what? Tell me what's bothering you." I'm getting irritated by her  hesitation, and my tone reflects that. She doesn't seem too bothered by  it though, which is good. She's going to have to get used to it.

"I have an internship," she answers hesitantly. The poor girl hardly  looks like she's breathing. She can't even look me in the eyes. Her  shyness, nerves and even the hint of fear are all endearing.

"Why was that not included in the contract?" I ask her.

Madam Lynn opens a folder and produces a sheet, sliding it across the  table. I glance at it, and her schedule is listed as flexible.

"I didn't know my schedule ahead of time," she explains meekly.

"Do you know it now?" I ask her.

"For this week," she answers me quickly. I nod and let out a heavy sigh. That'll have to work.

"I'll need your schedule," I say and hold out my hand for her to pass it  to me from the pile of papers in front of her. She should have brought  it.

She looks at the stack on the table and then up to me. Her eyes are  gorgeous, a beautiful mix of greens and blue with a touch of golden  brown. They're the most stunning hazel eyes I've ever seen. Her chest  rises with a sharp breath as she says, "I-" she stops, and swallows  thickly. "I didn't know to bring it."

My expression hardens, and I move my hand back to my lap. My fingers  grip my thigh to keep from grabbing her ass and pulling her across my  lap. She's unprepared. My dick is hard as a fucking rock knowing I  should punish her. But I have to remember, she's new and still needs to  learn.

"I can get it to you tonight," she says in a slightly more firm voice.

"Is that acceptable?" Madam Lynn asks me from Dahlia's right. I can feel  her eyes on me, but I don't take mine off my treasure. I can't punish  her just yet. But I'm going to give her a taste of it tomorrow. Whenever  I'm able to get my hands on her.

"How many hours a week is your internship?" I'm already pissed that I can't have her whenever I damn well feel like it.

"It's forty hours," she says softly. Her quick reply with an answer I  was expecting makes me relax somewhat. I can handle forty hours of her  away. It will be good for her to maintain a social life. I swallow down  my selfish desire to have her on call at all times. For now, this will  have to do.

"What time are you done?" I ask.

"Around six," she says, then holds my gaze and nods.

Around six. I give myself a moment to calm down. She isn't trained. She  doesn't know me. But she will, and she has so much to learn. "Precision  and timeliness are important to me."

She opens and closes her mouth, clearly at a loss for words and then  nods her head. That's a very good start. I'm enjoying this already.

"I'll need to know when and where to pick you up." I could have my  driver wait there, or I could wait outside of wherever it is that she  works as well, but I don't have any desire to wait around. I have a list  of shit that needs to get done, and I want to know a specific time.  More importantly, I want to hold her to this time.

"No later than six fifteen," she says confidently. Good girl. It's  irritating as fuck that I'll have to wait, but I'll have her to myself  tomorrow night. I'll bury myself in work until then.         

     



 

"I'll need the address and your schedule sent to this number." I jot my  number down and slide it across the glass-topped table to her. She  reaches for it, but I keep my fingers on the paper and wait for her to  look at me. "I expect that message tonight."

"Yes … " I can practically hear the "s" on the tip of her tongue. She looks up at me and then back to Madam Lynn.