Page 9 of All The Happily Ever Afters

I remember her whispering it with such sincerity after I took her for the first time. It was slow and sweet and I hadn’t revealed how much more I needed from her. I was desperate to have herand I wish I’d told her sooner. Regret starts to creep up on me, but I shake it off.

She’s here now and that’s what matters.

I watch the screens in the control room as she walks into the dining hall. She’s beautiful in her cream chiffon pleated dress. She looks innocent and naive wearing that in here. If it were any other time, she’d be struck with surprise at how out of place she is. We usually don’t let anyone into the building this early. Some Doms have keys to the private rooms that work from the entrances outside, but not in here.

When she emailed back asking to come, I allowed it. I’m already breaking rules for her. I’ll break them all to get her to submit to me.

Madam Lynn is getting her set up. Watching the two of them interact makes me uneasy. Lynn knows how much this means to me. I turn on the volume for the mics and listen in as they walk through the hall and into the play rooms. There are several on the first floor, and even more in the dungeon.

Alena never struck me as a woman who’d care for the dungeon. She doesn’t want pain. She just wants to give up control. Even if she doesn't realize it.

My thumb rests on my bottom lip as I watch the screen.

They’re quiet as they walk into the first play room and she eyes the Andrew’s cross in the back of the room.

There are two crosses as well as some other furniture meant for BDSM interaction.

I can see her tied to one. Bound and helpless. Her eyes widen slightly and I can see her breath hitch as she realizes that’s what it’s for. She pauses mid step and looks at the dark raw wood beams as though they may bite her.

I lean forward watching her every move and willing her to explore.

I don’t want her to be scared off just yet. She would enjoy it.

As if hearing my thoughts, she takes a few steps forward and gently touches the wood. Running her fingers down the side of it and eyeing the leather cuffs attached to it.

I can see the wheels turning in her head and finally, those plump lips part with lust clouding her eyes.Yes!

She turns abruptly and clears her throat.

“How are the...” she looks away and then back at Madam Lynn. “How do the Dom’s choose their subs?” she asks. My skin prickles with excitement.

“Well,” Lynn takes a seat on the dark brown leather chaise and crosses her legs as she leans against the back of it. “Submissives and dominants are free to roam so long as they’re wearing the bracelets that signify their interests.

“So as long as I have no collar and wear this,” she raises her arm, showing off the three layered bracelet, silver, black, silver, bands. “Then the dominants will know?”

Black for carte blanche. A smile slips into place. I have so much to explore with her. So much to teach her.

Lynn nods her head. “That’s correct.” She gestures to the cross. “If you’d like to go up there, you can simply kneel by it and wait for a partner.

Alena’s head whips to the side. “Just wait?” she asks with a higher pitched voice. Her face is etched with insecurity. “What if no one wants to.”

Lynn laughs at the absurdity. It pisses me off that she thinks no one would want to accept the offer. She’d have men lining up for her.

My hands ball into fists. That’s not going to happen though. I’ll kick all those fuckers out before I allow that.She’s mine.

My anger dissipates entirely as Alena asks, her voice laced with fear, “what happens if they just leave me there or-”

Lynn’s quick to cut that off, and I’m relieved she’s there to put cherry at ease. This was good. I was right to handle it thisway. Lynn isn’t intimidating in the least. This is the perfect introduction for Alena.

“We have security in each of the rooms at all times. All you’d have to do is safe word. If you’re gagged, then you can use a hand signal.”

I can see Alena taking in the information and letting it calm her down. She nods slightly and looks at the other trinkets and toys around the room. Most items are in packages because of the nature of their use. Vibrators, plugs, nipple clamps. Some paddles and whips aren’t packaged. They can be wiped down and sterilized.

“You can always go up for auction,” Lynn offers out of nowhere. Every hair on my body stands upright, the breath stolen from my lungs. Once a month we hold an auction. It’s a one month long contract. Lynn’s eyes meet the camera in the room and I know that comment was meant for me.

I grunt and sit back in my seat. Fuck that, cherry’s not going up for auction .. although. If I bought her she couldn’t say no. I’d have her to myself for an entire month.

She’d have to sign the paperwork afterwards though. And the next auction isn’t for two weeks. I’m not waiting that long or risking her running when she finds out that I’m the one who bought her. Waiting this last week was too much as it is.

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