Page 40 of Auctioned Surrender

“Oh, it’s so good, Damian.” My hips move on their own accord, arching forward to feel the warm force of the water and excitement it’s creating.

“No, Doll, I give you your pleasure. You accept what I give. Can you do that, Bryanna?” he asks, keeping my folds parted with only the force of the water, rocking it back and forth and creating a raging need that’s screaming to be satisfied.

“Yes! Damian! Yes! Oh Damian!” I shudder through a release that he doesn’t let end until long after I’m completely sated and completely wrung.

His intense gaze hasn’t left mine, and his eyes are hazed with a deep desire that causes butterflies to form in my stomach. “That’s exactly the answer I was expecting,” he says with a wide smile. Now let’s get you out of here and dried off before I decide to have my way with you again,” he says, leaving no room for discussion as he reaches around the stone wall of the shower and drapes me in the large cashmere towel he’s pulled from the shelf.

“It’s the softest thing I’ve ever felt,” I say, snuggling into the warmth.

He pats the extra moisture out of my hair and gestures me closer to the vanity, where he pulls out the blow-dryer. I stand mesmerized, watching him in the mirror as he gently dries my hair. When he’s done, he unwraps the towel from around me and pats the few remaining patches of water away before kissing my lips and carrying me to his bed.

“I need to work the rest of the afternoon, but I set up a laptop for you last night. You’ll find quite a few reputable sites on the desktop. I’d like you to spend this afternoon going through them. Make a list of what you do and don’t like, along with anyquestions that you have. It will help us sort through some of your preconceived ideas about submission.”

He probably thinks I need a ton of work to be a good partner. “I’m not a very good submissive, am I? You can tell me the truth. It really won’t hurt my feelings.”

Damian leans down and kisses me. “I already told you—you’re a perfect submissive. You’ve explored a bit and know some of your preferences, but you haven’t had anyone to introduce you to the lifestyle; not to mention that you’re young, Bryanna. I want you to be sure that a relationship like this is what you are truly interested in exploring. Dynamics aren’t carved in stone; they can be as individual as each of us. It’s the dominant’s responsibility to explore and learn the submissive’s desires and to provide that experience, if they are compatible.”

If we’re compatible…

“Do as I ask. Spend the day going through this material while I work. Tomorrow we can talk, and I’ll go through your list. Just be completely honest, Bryanna. If I still believe we’re compatible, we’ll spend the next few days together exploring your desires. I’ll teach you and make sure your experience is everything that you dreamed it would be.”

I nod, considering what he’s said while his penetrating gaze causes my skin to heat and my eyes to lower as I’ve seen on the websites, but it doesn’t change the facts.

“Doll, I know what you’ve read and seen in the submissive forums, but your eyes stay on me, not on the ground. I want to see every single emotion that passes through them when I’m talking to you or we’re in a scene. Pretty much anytime, unless I ask you otherwise. Understand?”

I nod, one silent lie.

“I have a conference call and will be working in the spare room, and more than likely straight past dinner, but there’s plenty in the refrigerator. Make yourself at home, and I’ll checkin on you a little later in the night,” Damian says, giving me a gentle kiss before leaving and closing the door behind him.

I may have other things to do, but I can’t help my blatant desires. I don’t waste a minute after he’s left before opening the laptop he’s placed on the table for me. I am completely absorbed within minutes, spending much of the afternoon perusing the sites and links he’s put together for me. It’s already late afternoon by the time I close the device, unable to look at it further. Every single site makes me sadder and sadder. These people have relationships I can only dream about, because after tonight, Damian will never look at me the same.

I switch focus to concentrate on my plan, because there is much to do to ensure my family remains safe from the monster who shares my name. I start in on the work I’ve outlined in my mind and only take a couple breaks to go to the bathroom and make myself a sandwich for dinner. I’ve been steadily planning well into the night when the phone they gave me vibrates with a message from Layla.

Dereck, Damian’s friend, told me that you are safe. Do not try to connect with me at this number after tonight. I’ll send you an email with my contact info once I get settled. Love, Layla.

I’ve just put up the laptop when I hear Damian’s footsteps approach, and the door opens. “I need to go out for a little while, Bryanna. It shouldn’t be for more than a few hours, and I’ll wake you when I return,” Damian says, walking over to me and kissing my lips before pulling the cover over my naked frame.

When the door closes, I listen to the footsteps and hear the door to the penthouse open. As soon as I hear the click of it closing, I slip out of the bedsheets and scramble to get into my clothes. I rummage through my purse to find the credit card that managed to stay tucked away, hidden in the zipper pocket. I let my fingers trail over the name on the card. Damian Moletti. I swallow down the sadness that I won’t be here when Damianreturns, but I know exactly what I need to do, and if I wait any longer it may be too late. As soon as I reach the door, guilt riddles me and I turn, head to the kitchen, and find a notepad on the counter.

Dear Damian,

I had a wonderful time with you. I hope that when you return you won’t be too disappointed in me. I need to do this, or I’ll never be able to rest, and my family will never be safe. PS- I still have your credit card; they took your money and gun, but I will repay every single penny! I promise!

I struggle for all of two seconds with how to sign the note. Affectionately, passionately, or hopelessly in lust all sound better than love, which it is way too soon to be feeling, but it’s the first word that popped into my mind and the only one that seems to accurately reflect how I feel.

He’s had enough baggage to deal with since trying to find me, and there is no way that I’m going to be the immature girl who throws out the love word this soon. I’m sure he treats all his ladies like princesses. I should just be glad he chose to spend the night with me, made my first experience extra special, and was even willing to spend a few more days teaching me about the lifestyle. In the end, I sign a quickBryannaand head for the door.

The private elevator heads right down to the street entrance, and with a quick show of my hand, a cab pulls up to claim his fare. “Where you heading?” the driver asks, resetting the meter as he pulls out into the evening traffic.

“Party Haven. It’s a bit across town. I need to stop there for a few moments, and if you wait for me, I’ll put an extra fifty on the tip,” I say, cringing at the thought of my earlier theft from Damian.

“You got it, but fifty bucks isn’t gonna get you a lot of time. I have bills to pay,” the cabbie says, swerving into traffic, gettingus honked at in the process, and then shifting lanes and cutting someone off before gunning it through the next set of lights.

Dear lord, I’ve hired a crazed lunatic for a driver. “I’m in a hurry, but getting there in one piece would be a good idea!” I huff.

The driver gives me a wide smile in the mirror, and his front tooth is missing. “You’re safe with me, miss! Never been in an accident in my entire life,” he says, slamming on the brakes before we barely miss crashing into the back end of a bright red pickup truck.

“Get a move on, asshole!” he shouts through the open window to the driver as he veers around the truck and then zigzags to get back into the lane we just left. I have a slew of not-so-nice things to say about his driving, but I hold my tongue, deciding his attention is much better focused on the road. Instead, I pull on the strap of my seat belt to make sure it’s fastened securely.

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