The Black Onyx Pact (26 page)

«The opening bid is twenty crystals!»

«Twenty-five.» immediately offers one of the men without the mask.

«Thirty.» bids the one next to him.

Tarasque doesn't seem interested in bidding, he continues to touch Nymphe's delicate face while his lips are bent in a lovely smile. He is a man whom never loses his smile, not even in difficult situations. It's his natural expression, but that doesn't affect his natural austerity.

Nymphe feels a warmth in the chest in looking at those eyes of the color of the ocean, feeling strangely and deeply relaxed near him. But when she notices the ring that the man is wearing she opens her eyes wide and startles: it's a white gold ring with a smooth black stone on it. A member of the Black Onyx Pact! Oh! Now she does feel uneasy in front of him! Why he is even wasting his precious time with someone low level like her?

The man lowers one of the chemise's straps and looks impassibly at her abundant breast, he doesn't show it but he is fascinated by its prosperity. He gently touches it enjoying the softness.

The hooded man keeping her on leash bends over Tarasque to whisper:

«Sir, I don't recommend choosing this beauty since she is untrained. I think it is more appropriate for you to wait for the next members. Nymphe is a lovely girl but this is her first time as
gem
; she did it out of curiosity, but she hasn't knowledge about the role of a submissive. She could ruin your enjoyment.»

Tarasque looks at Nymphe whom has heard everything and now is visibly embarrassed. Tarasque pulls the strap up to cover her breast and she thanks him mentally for that kind gesture. That man seems to understand every subtle mood.

«Is it true that you never submitted to anyone?»

«Yes, Sir.»

«So you don't know how to stand up in front of your owner or how to talk to him, is that right?»

«Yes, Sir.» confesses Nymphe glancing down.

Tarasque puts a finger under her chin making her look at him, and when their eyes meet the girl feels like those intense blue eyes can touch her soul. He is so austere but also so reassuring.

«To an experienced girl that knows what to do I prefer an inexperienced girl that offers herself to me with deep trust. I don't care about your lack of knowledge as long as you have a natural docility.» He bends over to touch her forehead with his, and she stares at those amazing deep blue eyes behind the mask. «Will you be a good girl if I buy you? Will you be my little obedient slave, hmmm?» asks Tarasque smiling.

«I
—
I'll be good, Sir. I'd like to be trained by you. P
—
please, buy me. I'll do whatever you want.» murmurs Nymphe closing her eyes.

She doesn't know why but she would give anything to be only his that night. It's an inexplicable feeling but she really feels she must be his!

Tarasque caresses her face with a finger and lays back comfortably, sipping his wine and looking earnestly at her.
Meanwhile the other men continue bidding. The price reached
40
crystals already.

Tarasque takes a deep breath.

«Why should I buy you? Why should I waste my time in training someone like you, hmmm?»
«B
—
because I'll repay you with my deep obedience, Sir.»
«Really? You don't know what it means to be mine, sweetie. Look at you, shaking in fear just for being in front of me. Better for you not to offer yourself to me, I'm warning you.»

Nymphe hesitates for a moment, then gets a bit closer staring at his incredibly blue eyes. Her hazel eyes diving in his oceanic eyes. Her pupil in his pupil.
«Please...», begs her soft voice.
Tarasque takes another sip and tilts his head to one side.
«Is it in this way that a slave should beg?»
She thinks about it for a second.
«N
—
no, Sir.»
«Well? How you should beg then?»
Nymphe thinks for a second, then she bows down elegantly in front of him to lick his shoes. Tarasque looks and clenches his jaw, watching that beautiful girl devotedly prostrated stroking his shoe with her pink tongue. She is really beautiful with that generous breast touching the rug, her eyes closed and her hair spread on her silky back. He must have her!
«Fifty!» bids one of the unmasked men.

«Fifty-five!» outbids another.
Tarasque bends over to lift Nymphe face, looking straight in her sweet eyes before to announces calmly:

«One hundred.»
At the firm and powerful voice of Tarasque everyone turns to look at him. They seem surprised that he spent all those crystals for that inexperienced girl.
The other men who were bidding give up, realizing they cannot compete with someone like him. The auctioneer calls out the bids.

«Tarasque wins Nymphe! Congratulations.»
«I strongly oppose!» says a man with a blue mask approaching the center of the room.

Everyone listen attentively to him.
«This is not fair,
monsieur
Tarasque, you are a member of the Black Onyx Pact, you can outbid all of us if you want! Usually those of the
sublime
don't interfere in this way during the events, respecting the limitations of other members. Please,
monsieur
Tarasque, let us have our fun, give back your purchase and go away.»
All the people startle at those rude words. Tarasque smiles gently as if he were amused other than annoyed.
A sophisticated lady looks at the man with the blue mask.
«It seems that someone is a bit envious.
Monsieur
Tarasque is in the Club since five years and he never abused of his power and if now he did, it means he really likes the
gem
of tonight.»
The man with the blue mask makes an indignant grimace at those words, and shouts:
«What are we? Seven? The older can do whatever he wants? Am I the only one here who feels offended by such behavior?»
All the people in the room look at each other and then nod at the man.
«Yes, sorry, you are the only one.» states the sophisticated lady.
Tarasque is listening interested without losing his smile.
«Fine!» exclaims the man with the blue mask. «I want the formal apologies from Tarasque then! And I want them now! I think it's the least he can do!» he adds yelling angered.
A security man goes near him then looks at Tarasque, before asking him:
«
Monsieur
Tarasque, you want me to accompany this gentleman to the exit?»
Tarasque frowns.
«Why should you do it? He did nothing wrong, he just expressed his opinion.» says Tarasque calmly. Then he gets up and looks straight at the man with the blue mask, saying: «I do apologize for my behavior. I apologize for hurting your feelings and I also apologize for disrespecting this event; it wasn't my intention to create discomfort among other members. You are free to present a written complaint to the
Order
. But I'd prefer to solve this altercation like men, shall we? So
—
since I don't have any intention to renounce this beautiful
gem
—
what do you say if I formally invite you as my protege to a Black Onyx's auction that will take place next week? You can buy whoever you like and I'll pay any price you'll bid.»
Everyone in the room startles, shocked by such generous offer. The man with the blue mask is silent in amazement.
«I a
—
accept, t
—
thank you,
monsieur
Tarasque.» says after a while.
Tarasque extend his hand.
«So, deal?» asks with a smile.
The man with the blue mask shakes his hand.
«Deal.»
Tarasque goes back to the couch, sitting comfortably in front of Nymphe, still on her knees at her place.
The auctioneer begins to speak and soon the atmosphere is relaxed and friendly again.
Nymphe's soft lips tremble with emotion.

«Thank you, Sir.» she says in a breath, showing her gratitude.

Tarasque strokes her face with his big hand.

«I bought you, you are one of my possession now, so how you should call me?»

The lovely hazel eyes of Nymphe wander gently in those blue of the man.

«Thank you, Master.» she corrects herself.

He emphasizes his smile stroking her hair.

«Good girl.» he praises satisfied. «Mmmm, I look forward to make you mine, but before I retire with you I want to enjoy the auction of a friend of mine.»

She nods and sits more comfortably on the rug between his strong legs. She is about to rest her head on his crotch but stops thinking that probably she cannot do it without his permission. She already likes that situation, it gives her unknown pleasure. She looks at him.

«Master, may I lay my head on you, please?»

Tarasque nods pushing kindly her head on his groin. Nymphe keeps her eyes on his while brushing her face on his tights like a purring cat, and Tarasque smiles again. She is so beautiful! His eyes sparkle with pleasure, it's clear that he really looks forward to play with her.
Meanwhile, Sibylle finally arrives to the Palace with a black car of the Club. A man dressed in a red uniform opens the car door bowing his head. When Sibylle get off the car the man stands in admiration: she is beautiful. No, she is magnificent!

Sibylle looks like a Gothic lady. Is dresses all in black, except for the red shoes. She is wearing large mesh black fishnet stockings; a latex miniskirt; a corset with lots of laces; a pectoral necklace made of red stones that look like rubies; a hooded long damask cloak over a Chantilly lace jacket wrap. She walks inside, feeling confident in her new dominant role for that night. She spent a whole afternoon with the
‘
lovely lady
’
, whom really is an old nice smiling lady. The old woman is also very experienced and willing to share her knowledge to those who want it. In the Club she is respected by all. Sibylle arrives at the entrance, where a man dressed in a black suit leads her to the auction room, leaving her in front of a huge black door. Sibylle looks at the two door men standing with their arms crossed; she shows the invitation and one of them takes it and read it carefully.

«Passwords for this event.» asks the other man.

«“
Until the dawn I'll dream
”.»

The two men nod, open the door and she enters. As soon as the door closes behind her all the guests turn to look at her and fall silent. Including the auctioneer. Everyone is stunned by her beauty, by her elegance, by her femininity. She also looks at them with a firm gaze, just like the
‘
lovely lady
’
taught her.

«The second
gem
may enter.» says the auctioneer, going back to work.

The same shirtless, hooded and bulky man brings in the room the second
gem
: a beautiful woman on her forties, with blond hair and brown eyes.

The auctioneer describes her with grace, announcing that that
gem
is available for both men and women. Sibylle is looking around, already distracted in watching people. A smiling waiter hands her a silver tray with a crystal flûte, but she declines politely. Although she looks self-confident, inside she is terribly nervous and her stomach is so close that she cannot even drink a sip of water! The two men wearing the raccoon and pig masks approach her.

«Améthyste, we feared you weren't coming! You are very beautiful, that kind of beauty that is also intimidating.» says the one with the pig mask.

«Can we hand-kiss you or you'd whip us if we dare to?» jokes the young man with the raccoon mask.

Sibylle extends her hand and the two kiss it in turn.

«Asterix and Obelix, I suppose.» she says.
They nod.

«Yup, here we are.» says Obelix, the one with the raccoon mask.

«Your masks are gorgeous.» observes Sibylle.

Asterix
—
the one with the pig mask
—
turns up his nose.

«I didn't want this one, I wanted the wolf one, but I haven't found it at home.»

«That's because your stuff is always a mess.» reproaches Obelix.

«You live together? Are you engaged?» asks Sibylle.

«No, we're just good friends.» explains Obelix. He looks so good with the raccoon mask.

«He he, you do share everything.» says Sibylle winking.
They giggle with low voice to not disturb the auction, which is growing fast.
«You guys are here to buy something in particular?» asks Sibylle.

«Yes, the next gem: Silk.» tells her Asterix, with visible excitement.

Obelix moves near Sibylle's ear to whisper:

«Look at him, he wags his tail like a dog. Silk is a girl we know for years and with whom we play often. It seems he can't live without her anymore. The puppy is in love.»

The blonde
gem
woman is won by a beautiful black woman who leads her out of the room.