Fulfilling Her Fantasy (8 page)

Chapter One

Oh
God. What had she been thinking? Brianny rubbed her sweaty hands down the front
of her flimsy tunic. She tried to tug it down to cover more, but the motion
bared her breasts at the top of the deep V. It was a toss-up as to which area
she preferred the thin costume cover. She tried to cover her breasts again
while still leaving the short flap—not to be confused with a skirt, as a
skirt went all the way around, and her tunic was one flap covering her front
and another covering the back, tied around the waist with a sash to hold it all
in place—to cover her freshly waxed bikini area. The moisture gathering
there made the air passing over it feel cool against her bare pussy. Which was
a huge contradiction as her sex was achingly hot, and not at all content to be
left alone and smoldering.

Brianny
took a deep breath and squeezed her legs together, trying unsuccessfully to
calm her racing heart and stop her arousal from dripping down her leg. She had
never been so self-conscious and aroused all at the same time before, but then
again, she'd never been auctioned off as a submissive to a crowd of say, two
hundred, before either. What the hell had she been thinking? Sheesh. She
obviously hadn't been thinking at all, since she'd let her sister talk her into
this stupid auction. Okay, so what if Bri had actually been the one to make the
joke about selling herself in the auction? She'd been kidding… surely.

Sara
had always been the one to live large. Brianny had just been too shy. The word 'boring'
popped into her head, and she shoved it aside. No, not boring, just more
reserved. Trying to steady her useless hands and stop them from fidgeting, she
straightened her slave girl costume for the twentieth time, then crossed her
arms over her chest. That didn't work either, as she ended up crinkling the
marathon-like paper pinned there over her braless chest. Her nipples beaded
hard under the shifting, gauzy fabric.

Number
two, the sign on her chest boasted boldly, second in the lineup. She'd been
happy with her place in the line when she'd received her number, thinking it
would be good to get it over with quickly. But now, she wished she had more
submissives between her and the auction block. She probably would have taken
the number off and run away at that moment; if her dear sister hadn't come back
to her side just then.

"Gosh,
you'd think you were heading off to slaughter instead of the BDSM fantasy of
your dreams." The largely pregnant woman smiled and hugged Brianny. Sara's
teasing voice was a balm to her raging fears, soothing Brianny's frazzled
nerves. Before letting go, her sister whispered in her ear, "Remember,
this is fun, and this is where you find out if he really is the man for you. If
he is, he will want to meet all your needs. This is it; you will know before
the day is out if he is the one." She backed away from Brianny and met her
eyes, then straightened the crumpled paper sign on her chest.

"What
if he doesn't bid? What if he is so angry… No, what if some other—"
Bri shuddered at the image in her mind of a seventy-something year old man with
sagging skin hanging over his pathetically thin frame, "—man beats
Kian's bids?" Her glance flitted around the immense ballroom. Her eyes had
adjusted to the semi-darkened room, but that wasn't enough for her to make out
faces in the crowd. "I don't know how I let you talk me into this. I haven't
seen Kian since we arrived. He has to be miffed with me. This is a mistake, I
know it."

Brianny's
shoulders tensed all over again as applause broke out in the ballroom. The only
thing between her and her future was the beautiful princess Jasmine, who would
be auctioned first.

"It's
not going to happen, him not bidding on you—and if he doesn't, then he is
a slime ball and not worthy of your love. But, again, it's not going to happen.
Everything you've told me about him says he is a good man and loves you dearly."
Sara smiled. "Deep breath, you can do this. It will be exciting." She
took Brianny's hand, clenched so tightly at her side. "The show is about
to start; that's Master Marshall now."

The
chattering participants in the long line all quieted down, but that didn't stop
Jasmine from bouncing on her toes in anticipation. Brianny should be feeling
the same way. The man of her dreams sat somewhere in the crowd. Well, Kian had
all of the qualifications of being the man of her dreams—all except this
deep, dark, secret desire she had never shared with him.

"Please
stay with me until I have to go." Brianny turned her pleading eyes toward
her sister.

"I
can't. Jackson wants me out there with him. He's been almost freakishly
obsessive about me and this baby." Sara patted her belly bump and smiled. "If
I don't put my feet up and rest, he is going to add another demerit to my ever
growing list. That was fine in the beginning when I had months before paying
up, but it's looming now." She winked, then added, "You'll be fine,"
before squeezing Brianny in another reassuring hug.

Both
women laughed a little when Sara's burgeoning belly thumped; seemingly in
protest at being squashed between them. The brief instant of normal, in the
midst of kink, temporarily soothed Brianny.

"Shh,
I want to hear him," came the whispered plea from the girl behind them.

Sara
pulled away from Bri and gave her one last encouraging smile. "It will
work out."

Then
she was gone. Brianny turned toward the man speaking. Jasmine was still
vibrating with excitement. If kink ever became mainstream, Jasmine would rival
the energizer bunny. It must be nice to have that kind of confidence. The
princess most likely knew exactly who would purchase her. She'd probably been
able to live her desires openly all her life.

Brianny's
jealousy tasted bitter on her tongue. There were times when she had even been
jealous of her sister—and she hated that about herself because she loved
her sister so. Brianny had known she was different all her life. The only
person she'd ever shared her ugly desires with, was Sara. Which was why she was
here now. She had no confidence. She'd tried for almost two years to tell Kian
her secret fantasies, but couldn't. She just couldn't voice them. What if he
hated her after this? What if he asked for his ring back? She looked down at
the single solitaire, and twisted the ring on her finger.

Sara
said that if he was self-centered enough to ignore Bri's needs, he wasn't the
one she should marry. Brianny couldn't marry someone and stay with him for her
whole life in misery just because she couldn't speak of the dark yearnings that
plagued her. This was the final test.

She
fingered the black velvet collar at her neck and listened as Master Marshall's
voice drifted in the ballroom. "What you are purchasing tonight is the use
of a willing submissive who has vowed to make herself yours from the moment you
make payment until ten o'clock Friday morning. If you are the winning bidder in
an auction, your submissive will be removed to a waiting area while you settle
your account. You will then be given a file containing his- or her likes,
wants, desires… and hard limits. You will make yourself familiar with those
limits and you will not cross those lines."

Brianny
was sure she could hear the hum of the lights directed at the stage as quiet
descended over the audience when Master Marshall paused. She wondered if the
lights were similar to the heated tanning bed bulbs as sweat beaded on her
spine before crawling slowly down her back.

"Your
submissive has vowed to make his or herself pliant to your desires, but no
still means no. If you cross that line, you will find yourself in my office and
I will not be forgiving. Also, the Castle rule regarding gags is still very
much in effect. If you do not apply for a waiver and I catch you using one, I
will not be forgiving. Are these rules understood?"

The
silence in the vast ballroom was painful to the ears for a moment before he
spoke again. "Then let us begin. Our first submissive, ladies and
gentlemen. Please welcome… Jasmine."

Jasmine
walked out on the stage confidently, her shoulders back, her head held high.
The sequins on her green and blue belly-dancing costume reflected in the light
that was directed at the stage. Most of the rest of the room was darker.
Brianny looked around again at the faces she could actually make out in the
dimly lit audience. There was only one face she cared about.

"A
servant looking for a Master to worship," Master Marshall told the
audience, as Jasmine did a turn and rocked her hips and tummy back and forth. "Hard
limits include anal, but she loves to be restrained. The bidding will start at
two hundred…"

In
the shadows, not far from the stage, Brianny's eyes locked onto the angular
shape of the face she'd been searching for. From her position, she couldn't see
that his eyes were the deep blue she knew them to be, but she could tell that
they were, in turn, fixed on her. She swallowed hard and took a step back,
feeling his scorching gaze. She might even have run away, if not for the line
of submissives behind her. One moment she'd been contemplating escape, and the
next she'd been shoved out to the center of the stage. Jasmine danced off the
other side of the platform and disappeared.

Brianny
spun back, looking for the exit door off the side of the stage, but a shout
from the crowd—her sister, Sara—drew her attention back to the
audience, then to Master Marshall. He exuded confidence and authority.
Surprisingly, his eyes were reassuring as he beckoned her toward him, gave her
a wink, and started to speak.

"Ladies
and Gentlemen," Master Marshall said, holding out his hand to her. "Welcome
Blossom. Her hard limits are needle- and electroplay."

 
She took a step in his direction and
turned to the audience again. Master Marshall had barely had time to announce
her limits, before a voice called out, "Five thousand."

She
knew that deep baritone too, but it didn't stop her from focusing in on the
blinking red light of the paddle the bidder was holding up. If her heart
continued to beat, it wasn't keeping time. Kian's face was unreadable. Was he
angry?

"Sold.
Five thousand to number one-eleven. Master Brady, please collect your prize."
She blinked, then stared in shock as Master Marshall announced her sale with
the carrying sound of the gavel as he slammed it down.

It
was over that fast? Nobody else had even been given an opportunity to bid. Didn't
they usually try to draw it out and get others to raise the price—but
then, five thousand dollars? What was Kian thinking?

Brianny
shivered now, even though the room was so warm that she'd been sweating seconds
before. Master Marshall gave her a comforting smile and, with a gentle hand at
the middle of her back, directed her to the side of the stage. She'd needed the
direction too; her thoughts were quite jumbled.

She
headed for the holding area and was met by a tall, dark and stoic butler,
Master Grimsley. Sara had introduced him to Brianny earlier in the day. He
directed her (with the point of a long switch) into a cubicle to her right.
Even though he looked fearsome, his eyes told the truth. He reminded Bri of her
uncle. He'd always been full of bluster too.

She
sat on one of the cold metal folding chairs in the small enclosed section, but
the portable office-like walls did nothing to block out the sounds of the
continuing charity auction. She could still plainly hear Marshall calling out
for bids on the next submissive.

Where
was Kian? How long had she been sitting there? He wouldn't stand her up, would
he? Buy her so no-one else could and then leave her there? She'd die of
mortification.

***

From
the moment he'd put on his white and purple bracelets, Kian knew his life would
never be the same. He might have come to the Castle in the dark, so to speak,
but he'd been enlightened before ever breaching the massive wooden doors.

Outside
the Castle, registration and orientation took place. The application, along
with the liability forms he'd been handed, were eye-openers for sure. He had
signed the application almost without reading it. A quick skim made his cock
twitch and swell in his tight blue jeans. He'd gotten the gist of the resort
when he'd seen some of the things his dear, sweet fiancée must have filled out
online for him ahead of time. Anal—check. Oral, both giving and
receiving—check. Spanking, giving—check.

But
she'd never given him a clue; two years of dating, and he didn't know her at
all. Could she have been lured here by her sister, without knowing the nature
of the business? He had glanced at the stranger sitting next to him, but she
hadn't given him the satisfaction of looking back at him. She'd known he was
watching her, though. He could tell. Her neck—or throat—had tensed
as if she was having a hard time swallowing, and then her hand had been trembling
as she'd signed her own liability statement.

In
hindsight, he had noticed different things about Bri's behavior over the last
couple weeks. She had seemed nervous or jumpy at times, or, more specifically,
every time their vacation and meeting her sister had come up.

"I
just don't want you to feel uncomfortable," she'd said one time.