My suspicion was confirmed when he leaned over, breathing in my ear. "Have you had enough?"

My vision swung; I could barely see him. "Yes, Master, I... please, I can't handle..."

"You could, if I wanted you to, correct?"

His curt question shut me up. More of this would ruin me. Fuck, I'd start babbling, I'd have to be carried out.

No, I thought desperately, I couldn't handle more, even if he wanted me to.

Onyx stared me straight in the eyes.

And I whispered, "Yes. For you, Master, I could."

It seemed to please him, the straps around my thighs vanishing as he removed the toy.

The air felt good on my wetness, but his fingers, gentle and probing, felt even better. Excitement thickened within me at his exploration. "You're soaked, little jewel, are you sure you're done? Or do you want something else?"

I understood his mind games. Every time I admitted to his questions, a part of me broke down. It made pushing me easier and easier. He was turning me into his slave, just like he said he would.

But I didn't care.

"I... something else, Master." I knew other people would hear me, but I'd been craving this since the beginning. How he'd spoken to me, tempted me to sign up as a submissive...

Wait, I thought, my mind clearing. No. It was before then.

I'd hoped for more from Onyx-from Seth-since the day I'd entered his home. Even before I knew this side of him, I'd wanted the handsome, confident man to show me what he could do.

I'd have let him kiss me in his pool, I think, if he'd tried.

I want it, I really do, please...

"Tell me what you need." Spreading my ass cheeks, he traced the slickness that had coated everything.

Internally, I battled with saying it so bluntly. But the pressure inside of me was tight, aching for him to finally fuck me. I'd tasted his cock, where was the harm in giving in and saying that I...

That I need it? Is that it?

"Answer me, girl," he growled, digging his fingers deeper into my backside. I whimpered, especially when the pain only made me yearn for more.

"I want... I want you, Master."

"Cock," he laughed, spanking me lightly. "Say cock. You want my cock."

Blushing furiously, I shut my eyes. "Your cock, I want your cock!" I was amazed at how just uttering that phrase made my clit swell.

Onyx peeled me open, sliding his thumbs along my pinkness. Inhaling sharply, I tried to encourage him to go further, but I could only wiggle so much.

"Tell me more," he breathed, wicked and sensual. "You know what I need to hear. Tell the whole room."

My mind bristled with the memory of that night; the woman tied down like I was now, whimpering at the gold-masked man's touch, his every movement.

He wants me to beg.

So I opened my mouth.

"Please, Master, I need it! I... I need you to fuck me, I'll do anything!"

Onyx chuckled, a harsh sound that only hinted at his own throaty lust. Did he want me as much as I wanted him?

He brought his teeth to my ear and gave a sharp nibble. It made me moan, but not because it hurt.

"I always knew you'd do anything to have my thick cock spreading you open."

Something about how he said that tugged at the warning center of my brain. I was too mushed up to think deeper.

I didn't hear him free his erection from his pants. I was only aware of that warm head, sliding up and down my soaked folds, teasing me with its presence.

Shuddering, I groaned as he began to push inside of me. His length penetrated slowly, a fact I was both thankful for, and frustrated by.

I wanted more, and didn't want to wait.

Onyx had been trying to teach me patience. I had very little, right then. If I hadn't been tied down, I would have thrust myself back onto him. Instead I tossed my head, clenching him hungrily as he sank further into my pussy.

His shaft spread me completely, stretching me beyond what I thought I could take. But he kept on, his thickness helped by my multiple orgasms. My slickness eased his path.

Onyx grunted with the final inch, my walls hugging him, craving more. Carefully, he began stroking into me, his gloves holding my hips in a vice. His pace was rhythmic; taunting me with his ability to control himself.

How can he be so calm? I'm going insane!

Again, he pumped into me. Again, I cried out in carnal bliss.

I turned my head to watch him. His mouth was slightly parted, teeth bared-a man far more wrapped in his lust than he wanted to show.

He frowned harshly. "Look away, girl."

Disappointed, I put my cheek to the table.

My pouting was brief. His next stroke slammed into my eager pussy. "Aah," I gasped, amazed by how wonderful he felt. Expertly, he reached below, the smooth texture of his glove stroking my needy clit. Perfect little circles, the man knew my body intimately.

He's going to do it, he's going to make me come again!

Nothing could beat the sensation of being stretched around his hard cock. It was constant, never relenting in how it stuffed me.

So worked up, so ready to finally be in the moment, I tensed all over as the waves began. My muscles strangled his cock as it stirred up my insides.

Then he was there, instructing me from mere inches away, his nose tickling my temple.

"Come for me, Opal, show me how well you can obey."

Like I was a song he knew by heart, an instrument far too familiar in his acute hands, I felt him calling my orgasm to a crescendo. Numb to my own screams, I shook on his cock as his hard chest pressed into my back. So lost in the pleasure, I was dimly aware of his prick when it started to swell.

He's going to finish in me!

I wasn't on birth control. How could I be so reckless?

In a panic, I opened my mouth to argue, but only a hoarse sob escaped.

At the last second, his cock pulled free, the warm spurts of his semen landing on my skin. Breathing heavy, I relaxed on the table while the last of the aftershocks fled my pussy.

I can't believe it, did I really... did he...

I heard someone speaking, was sure it was Onyx. Dampness touched me, rough and sliding over my back. Looking up, I was dismayed when it wasn't my Master, but a girl with long, raven hair.

I've seen her before... what was her name? Cora? She cleaned off the blonde, too, that night.

My ankles were freed, as well as my wrists, but I didn't move. Everything ached, I was exhausted and wanted to rest. People were talking around me, I caught snippets of conversations.

"...be wonderful, really..."

"...yes, I'm excited for the auction..."

"...think he'll go for her..."

"...oh, he never buys any of them..."

Gingerly, I pushed myself up, weak and unable to stand without the aid of the table. Holding the edge, I turned around, fighting through a cloud of cotton as I regained my composure. What is everyone talking about, the auction?

"Here," Cora whispered. The dark haired girl offered me the green dress and lingerie I'd been wearing. Taking it, I redressed quickly, conscious now of my nudity. Once more thankful for the masks we all wore, I tied the gown into place. "Where did Onyx go?"

"Master Onyx," she corrected, "Is talking to potential buyers."

"Buyers?"

"Yes." Cora nodded, her collar glinting in the light of a nearby lamp. "All the new submissives are sold off to potential Masters at the auction. The next is two nights from now, Master Onyx plans to put you up."

"What?" Blinking, I stumbled backwards. "But I... I thought he was, you know, my Master?"

Why would he auction me off?

Panic bloomed like a thorny rose inside of me.

The other woman gave an indulgent smile. "No, Master Onyx likes to train the girls, but he never takes any as his own. Someone else will buy you, but don't worry, all the Masters are very excited about you."

I hardly heard her, I was looking around for Onyx. No, there's no way I'd go with someone else. It's him... him that I...

Halting my thoughts, scared where they might go, I hurried through the crowd.

Brushing past everyone, each person becoming just a blur, I moved down the tunnel and into the main room. Whipping my head side to side, I finally spotted him. He was standing by the man I recognized as Helm, wrapped in conversation.

I didn't know what I had planned, only that I was suddenly in front of Onyx. My hands were clenched at my sides. I knew my eyes burned with the hurt that rolled in my guts.

Onyx and Helm both paused, staring at me with dubious frowns.

I spoke first.

"You can't auction me off!" Lifting an arm, I cut through the air for emphasis. "Not after everything! I won't let you do that to me! Don't you know that I-"

At once, several things happened.

Helm moved his arm, and I knew he was about to hit me.

Onyx grabbed me by the hair first, forcing me away from the attack and into the ground instead. Yelping from the sharp pain in my scalp, I realized through my shock that cheek was being shoved into the rug.

On my knees, I clawed desperately for the arm holding me still.

Onyx was stronger.

His other hand grabbed my wrists, holding them still, leaving me helpless in his captivity.

"Let me go!" I hissed. I was on the verge of hysteria. Between what my body and mind had endured just minutes ago, and the news from Cora, I was ready to strike.

To fight.

His voice was hot on my temple. The tone he used was frightening; placid, emotionless. "Did you honestly, honestly, just walk up and and tell me what I couldn't do, little jewel?"

I opened my mouth to argue, but he squeezed my hair, making me scream briefly instead. When I quieted, hyperventilating into the rug, he pressed on. "It seems I was mistaken, thinking you were ready to be a slave. I don't enjoy being embarrassed like this. I have rules, and they are to be taken seriously. Always."

Rules, I thought bitterly. I know all about your rules.

"I'll need to put you through more training instead of auctioning you off, which will disappoint many of the other Doms here. Do you know how that makes me look?" Onyx lifted my head, turning me so our noses touched. Through the holes in his mask, I got a good look at his eyes.

They were boiling with anger, bright and alive with a sense of indignation. They terrified me with how piercing they were, how perfectly blue. I'd seen Seth angry before, but it paled beside this moment.

He pushed me down roughly. "You're lucky the evening is over. Next time, we'll take your training to a new level, rub out this ridiculous defiance you have. Go, leave me."

Pressing my forehead to the floor, I stared at the rug blankly.

How could he do this to me?

On weak legs, I knelt, looking up at Onyx and his turned back. Unsure of what else to do, I scrambled, falling through the purple curtains. I fell up the stairs, my eyes blurry with tears I didn't understand.

I was angry-I was furious!

I was also hurt beyond words.

On wobbling legs, I climbed to my room, collapsing on my bed in a heap.

How could Onyx do everything he had to me-with me-and then casually auction me off to another man? Had I meant nothing?