Auctioned

Liam

I cannot let her leave like this.  I run my hands through my hair, pacing the hall outside the women’s restroom.  I know this is a lot for her.  I do.  But I need her commitment so that I can start her training and help her.

      I'm all in.  I'm taking this completely seriously.  I need her to commit.
      Maybe I’m asking too much?  But I don’t see how I could be.  She says she wants this, and I know she needs it.

     Madame walks out first, and I stop in my tracks.

      “I saw what you did,” she says and I know she almost says my name, but someone walks behind us, stealing her attention and reminding her where we are.  “You need to be gentle.”

      I stare at her, my blood heating with anger.  “She is not your concern.”

      “Correction, she is not yet your concern.”  She takes a step closer, lowering her voice.  “Maybe if you tried a different approach?”  Her eyebrows raise as though I’m missing something obvious.

      “You know I don’t do subtleties,” I say beneath my breath.  I know I’m fucking this up royally.  But how?  I have no fucking clue.  I only need her to agree, and then this will all be so much easier.

      “Maybe show her what it’s like first.  Give her a taste, ease her into it.”  Ease her into it.  How the fuck am I supposed to do that?

      I let her words resonate with me as the sound of the bathroom door opens and my kitten walks out with her hands clasped and her head down, a solemn look etched onto her face.

      “Think about it,” Madam Lynn says quietly before walking off, leaving me with the bit of advice she’s cared to offer.
      “allison?”  I close the space between us, waiting for her to look at me.  When she does, my heart breaks for her.

      “I’m sorry, li -” I press my fingers to her lips.  She instantly silences and her sad eyes widen, her breath hitching.
      “No need to apologize.  You have done nothing wrong.  I am only displeased with myself.”  I move my hand away and plant a chaste kiss on her lips and then her neck, taking her small hand in mine.

      I turn her hand over and kiss her pulse.  “I need you to come back with me and talk to me.  I have to know what you’re thinking so I can make this right, kitten.”  I keep my eyes on hers and gently rub her wrist with the pad of my thumbs in strong soothing circles.

      “Yes, Master.”  A smile threatens to slip across my lips, but I don’t allow it.  Not until I figure out what I’m going to do with her.

      As I lead her back to the room, I’m quiet.  Lost in thought.  I don’t want to take it slow.  I don’t want to let her return to her own home and be without me in the evenings.  I have needs, but more importantly, she has night terrors.  I’m supposed to be her Master, and what good would I be if I allowed her to suffer through them alone?

      I can’t.  I only need her to realize that.
      I unlock the door, ignoring the fact that my own men are standing outside the room.  The door opens with a loud click as I realize something.

      She can’t know that.  Because she doesn’t understand what a true Master is.
      She only knows what an abuser is like in the guise of a Master.

      I close the door, feeling a surge of renewed strength.

      “Come here, kitten,” I say as I sit easily on the edge of the bed and pat the seat next to me.  She obeys obediently, placing the palms of her hands on her thighs.  I’ll show her what a good Master is worth.