around what looked like a long, wide storage chest, the top covered with a fitted leather pad. There was a bookshelf against one wall, and a globe resting on a marble pedestal beside one of the armchairs. Against the far wall stood a cabinet with two columns of drawers. Beside it was a tall wardrobe, its double doors closed. A grandfather clock stood in the corner, its brass pendulum swinging slowly. There was even a pool table in a corner of the large room, covered in kelly-green felt.
Carly scanned the walls, looking for the door that would lead to the actual dungeon when Adam said, “Welcome to my dungeon. You’ll be spending quite a lot of time here over the next thirty days.”
She nearly blurted out her questioning surprise, catching herself just in time as she recalled his rule that she must ask permission before speaking. “Excuse me, Sir. May I speak?”
“No.”
Carly drew in a breath and hiccupped in her effort to stop herself from giving voice to the words that had already formed at her lips.
Adam was looking at her, his eyes narrowed. “You were anticipating that I would say yes. Never anticipate, Carly. When you ask for something, you make damn sure I approve, get it?”
“Yes, Sir,” Carly replied, embarrassed.
“You’re wondering where the toys are—I can see it in your face.” He waved a hand around the large room. “They’re all here, just not necessarily in evidence. You’ll get to know every inch of this space before I’m done with you. I plan to get my money’s worth, slave girl. When you leave here, you will have earned your keep, and then some.”
His words hung heavy between them, balanced between a promise and a threat, and for the first time since this stranger had bid on her, Carly felt a whisper of fear brush its way through her, making her shiver. What if he took her too far? It wasn’t as if she could just walk out. Was she really up for this? Could she handle whatever this man had in store for her?
Adam’s smile was slow, at once sensual and cruel as he moved his eyes appraisingly over her naked body. “It’s late, and you’re waiting for your punishment.” He pointed toward the padded chest. “I want you to crouch on the cock box. Disobedient slave girls need a good, hard spanking to remind them of their place.”
Cock box? What the hell was that? Was the chest filled with dildos? Carly didn’t dare ask. She approached the chest, her lower lip caught in her teeth. Upon closer inspection she saw that there were holes drilled into the wood along the sides of the chest near one end.
Air holes? Cock box . Were those holes for…? Carly didn’t allow herself to complete the thought.
“Get on your hands and knees, ass in the air,” Adam said. “I don’t want a sound from you, not a peep. And don’t forget—this is a punishment. I’ll stop when I’m done, not when you think I should be done, is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” Carly whispered. She assumed the position on top of the chest, which was wide enough to allow her to balance comfortably on her hands and knees. She felt Adam’s hand on her back, guiding her shoulders downward until they were touching the padded wood, forcing the target of her ass up high and clearly exposing her shaven cunt at the same time. Turning her head, she rested her cheek against the cool, soft leather.
She jumped a little when she felt his hand on her lower back. “Not that I expect you’ll need it right now, but this is as good a time as any to give you your safeword. Since I bought you at auction, the word will be auction . I warn you now, don’t use your safeword lightly. It’s an absolute last resort, to be used only when you don’t feel you can take another second of whatever is happening to you.” His hand moved over her ass, making her skin tingle.
“I’m confident you understand the seriousness of using the safeword, and I like to think I pay enough attention to my sub’s reactions and responses
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