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“We’re going to work to make the experience feel as authentic as possible,” Caden said, raising one hand as if trying to appease me, “but the alpha who bids the highest and wins you will have been preselected for you based on both of your preferences. Sort of like how it works on the app. Or an ordinary dating app, really.”
“Oh.” I tried not to be disappointed. I wanted the feeling of a complete stranger, a dangerous unknown, snatching me up at my most vulnerable and doing wicked things to me.
“I think you’ll still be satisfied with the experience we have in mind,” Caden reassured me again. “That’s part of the feedback we’ll be looking for afterward. Now, tell me what you’re looking for in this experience.”
I hesitated for only a second. Caden had probably seen the news reports about the near-miss at the airport, and he would guess at the level of self-loathing I felt because of it. But maybe that would work in my favor.
“I want someone really sadistic,” I said, suddenly energetic. “I want the full non-con experience.”
“Consensual non-con,” Caden clarified.
I nodded. I would have been up for genuine non-con at this point.
“I want brutality, humiliation, and degradation,” I went on. “I need lots of pain and forced sex. I want to feel like I’m at the mercy of a cruel Dom who doesn’t care about whether I live or die, who just wants to get off on using me.”
“Okay,” Caden said, nodding thoughtfully.
Nowhere else in the world could I spout all the things I’d just said and have the person sitting across from me react like I’d told them I wanted sugar and cream in my coffee.
“I’m assuming all forms of bondage are alright with you, too?” Caden asked.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
“Forced heat?” Caden asked.
That idea pinged something in me. “Absolutely,” I said.
“Any preferences about your alpha’s age, physical attributes, or kinks?”
I shrugged. “No, not really. I’d like someone big and beefy, but most alphas are.”
Caden smiled. “It’s a gift of genetics,” he said, sitting a little taller to show off how massive he was.
I wouldn’t have said no to Caden playing with me, really. He was all sunshine and light now, but I’d seen him get downright brutal when he was in character.
“Okay, I think we’re good to go,” he said, slapping the arms of his chair and smiling. “Come right through this way to the changing room.”
I stood and followed him to a door built into the movable wall at the other end of the room. It opened into what looked like a gym locker room, but without the showers.
“Undress and pick one of the lockers to store your things in,” Caden said. “This room will be monitored throughout the event, so your things are perfectly safe here.”
“What should I do once I’m undressed?” I asked, already shrugging out of the jacket I wore.
Caden gave me a smile that had a sadistic glint to it. “Don’t worry about that.”
The deceptively relaxed way he said that had my pulse kicking up. I couldn’t wait to see what they had planned.
“Remember,” Caden said as he walked back to the door, “you can end the fantasy at any point. The entire staff of the Dark Fantasies Club is acting as everyone’s seconds. Only our most trusted clients have been invited to this trial, so despite appearances, everything is tightly controlled.”
“Alright, thanks,” I said.
Caden left, which meant all I needed to do was undress and wait for what happened next.
I wandered over to the row of lockers, picked one at random, and hung my jacket on the hook inside. I then took my wallet, phone, and keys out of my pockets and put them on the shelf at the top of the locker before peeling out of my clothes.
It felt decidedly unsettling to strip naked in a staged locker room by myself. I could hear vague talking and the distantsounds of a hotel kitchen far away somewhere. It wasn’t silent, but the noise was so removed that it gave me a sense of unreality.
I didn’t really know what was going on within the parameters of the auction. Getting naked stirred me, though, and my hole felt slipperier than usual. As soon as I slid out of my underwear, folded that, and set it on the shelf with the rest of my things, I didn’t know?—
