The Auction Read Online Free PDF Page B

that headspace. She realized she was gripping the padded wood so hard her fingers were spasming. Her body was rigid with the effort to stay still as blow after blow pounded through her frame.
    The skin on her ass and thighs felt flayed and bruised, and still he smacked her, each blow stinging increasingly tender skin. Adam began to focus on one spot, just where her left thigh met her ass cheek, smacking it over and over until Carly thought it might burst into actual flame. Tears were flying from the corners of her eyes and it was too much, too much. Her mouth flew open, the rush of pain pushing past her lips.
    “Noooooooooo!” she wailed. Falling to her side, she crouched on the padded chest, curling tight as she twisted away from Adam’s relentless palm. She was gasping, trying to get the breath to speak, to beg, to apologize, but all she managed to say was, “No, no, no, no…”
    Strong arms encircled her, lifting her into the air. She realized Adam had settled with her on the sofa. Again she tried to speak, but only whimpers escaped between shuddering breaths. Carly realized she was trembling. Without realizing what she was doing, she burrowed her head against Adam’s chest. Her face hidden, she waited for his rebuke, half expecting him to push her from his lap and let her tumble to the floor.
    Instead he just held her, saying nothing, letting her remain curled in his strong arms. Carly realized suddenly that she was exhausted. The last night in the slave quarters she’d barely slept. Nervous and excited about auction day, she and the other slave girls had stayed up late whispering, though each was confined to her own bed, chained by wrists and ankles to the bedstead to get them used to sleeping in shackles.
    Eventually one girl after the other had drifted off, but Carly had remained awake, watching the sky turn from black to gray to lavender and gold as the dawn spilled through the high windows of their dormitory. Nervous energy had kept her wide-eyed and edgy all day and through the auction, but now she found herself bone-weary.
    It felt good to be in someone’s arms, even if it was a man who regarded her solely as a purchased piece of ass. It had been a long time since she’d been held. And though that was by choice, it hadn’t made it any less lonely.
    Just a little longer, she silently begged the stranger cradling her so gently. Her ass and thighs still throbbed with pain and she knew she’d be bruised tomorrow, but right now she felt so good, cocooned safe and small in his arms. Just a little longer…
    ~*~
    Adam stared down at the sleeping girl in his arms, not sure what to think or how to feel. He knew he shouldn’t have picked her up—they weren’t lovers, and she was being punished, after all. He had needed to set a precedent for their future interactions, and he had meant to be stern and clear. Instead, at the first wail he’d stopped the punishment and lifted her into his arms as if she were a child, instead of a hired sex slave.
    Still, he told himself, it was only her first night. She had clearly been nervous and exhausted. The real training could begin in the morning.
    To Carly’s credit, she had taken quite a rough spanking. He’d expected her to balk or cry out sooner than she had. She could take a lot of pain. That was a good thing, as he very much liked to dish it out. The sadist in him thrilled to the power and the passion of taking control of another person—of leading them to the limits of their endurance and then giving just enough push to send them over the edge.
    Pain wasn’t the only means by which he did this—there were many ways to control and use a willing sub, but it was certainly the most direct and immediate way. And there was nothing like a good, hard spanking, that intimate connection of skin on skin, to take the measure of a masochist’s willingness and ability to suffer.
    Adam probably could have found a willing sub by advertising on one of the BDSM sites, but they