His Sub's Submissive, Cooper McKenzie [highly illogical behavior .TXT] 📗

coming to Esoteria’s first annual sub/slave auction to raise money to help build a new women’s shelter,” Jenna began. “Tonight we have seven offerings. Three slaves offering services and four subs, including a virgin sub who is in need of a firm, kindhearted Dom to introduce her to the joys of submissive loving.”

 Sloan tried not to blush at the description, but her cheeks burned anyway. Staring hard at the far wall, she listened as the mean-eyed Domme paraded each of the others around the stage. They turned circles at each corner and then were brought to stand in front of the podium. After a description of their wants, needs, and talents, the bidding began.

Too soon, Sloan stood alone on the stage.

The Domme unhooked her from the floor and led her across the stage as she had the others. The crowd murmured as Jenna introduced her as the virgin submissive and offered her body to the crowd for a forty-eight hour period. She followed as the Domme led her to stand next to the podium.

The Domme holding her chain jerked on it and spoke out of the side of her mouth, “Drop your eyes, girl. You’re supposed to be submitting to these folks, not challenging them.”

Sloan dropped her chin and stared at her bare feet. Now she understood why Jenna demanded she have a pedicure in addition to the manicure, waxing, haircut, and massage. Her cousin had dropped a bundle so she could look good and bring a higher price.

When Jenna finished her sales pitch, silence descended over the room. That few seconds felt like a lifetime to Sloan. Didn’t anyone want her? Would her worst fear come to pass and she’d be left here, alone and rejected by the crowd that Antony had assured her would go nuts for her? Then she remembered that Jenna hadn’t opened the bidding yet. Maybe she wasn’t completely hopeless yet.

“Because this is a beautiful virgin sub, a woman who I personally know has a warm heart and loving spirit, I’m going to open the bidding at five thousand dollars.”

“Five thousand.”

“Six.”

“Seven.”

The three bids came so quickly Sloan lifted her head to see who was bidding on her.

“Ten,” came from an older man who looked hard and mean.

“Twelve,” someone from the back of the crowd offered.

“Twenty-five thousand dollars.”

Stunned silence dropped over the room like a bomb. Sloan looked at the bidder with wide eyes. It was the dark angel Dom.

Sloan stared at him then his partner who looked nearly as stunned as she felt.

Jenna cleared her throat and swallowed hard before continuing. “I have a bid of twenty-five thousand dollars. Anyone else wish to make an offer? Going once, going twice, sold to Master Dane for twenty-five thousand dollars.” With that, Jenna dropped the gavel one last time as the crowd applauded. “Thank you all for your enthusiastic response to our first auction and for your generous support of the women’s shelter. Enjoy your evening.”

At that, the bright lights dimmed on stage, and the crowd slowly dispersed. Jenna took Sloan’s chain from the Domme. “You didn’t sign on for two men. Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

Sloan didn’t look at her cousin. She focused on the pair of leather-clad men crossing the stage. “You once told me that two men were three times the fun. Since this is a weekend adventure, why not go all the way and live out all my fantasies at once?” Then she looked her cousin in the eye. “It will be okay, Jenna. I’ll be fine.”

Jenna studied her for a moment before nodding. Then she turned to the two men. “Dane, you really are a crazy son of a bitch, aren’t you?”

The Dom shrugged. “It’s Merlin’s birthday. I wanted to get him something really special.”

Jenna laughed. “Well, I think you did. This is Sloan. Sloan, this is Master Dane and his partner slash submissive, Merlin.”

Sloan went to offer her hand but forgot about the cuffs. They rattled, and her arms fought one another before she gave up. A small smile and nod would have to do.

“Master?” the blond said softly.

The Dom didn’t glance at him. “Jenna, remove the handcuffs, please.” Sloan watched as he pulled a pair of leather cuffs from his belt and handed them to the other man.

As soon as the handcuff was taken off her left wrist, Merlin took possession of that hand. He held her arm steady while he rubbed at her wrist where the metal cuff had chafed her skin. After a moment, he wrapped one of the wide leather bands around her wrist. He repeated the action with the other wrist. Once both bands were in place, he hooked them together.

Sloan looked up and met his chocolate brown eyes as he threaded the fingers of his left hand with the fingers of her right. Then he smiled down at her. The fear tightening her throat in a chokehold eased until she could swallow, though her mouth was still as dry as the desert.

“Relax. We’ll take good care of you,” he whispered, squeezing her hand.

Sloan nodded, and the knots in her belly loosened. Taking a deep breath and releasing it in a rush of air, she felt her shoulders relax as well.

Dane watched and nodded his approval. “Very good, pet. Let’s have a drink and get better acquainted before we head upstairs.”

“Yes, Master,” Merlin said

Sloan remained silent, not sure what her response should be. She was a birthday present for a submissive. That placed her even lower than the submissive, didn’t it? A sub’s submissive? In all her research about BDSM, she’d never heard of such a thing.

After one last smile to reassure Jenna, Sloan followed Merlin who followed Master Dane through the crowd toward a small table tucked away in a corner. While Master sat at the table, Merlin guided her to sit on a large pillow next to the Master’s leg. Then she watched as he walked away.

Chapter 3

While Sloan was new to BDSM, she’d read