The Auction
“Carly could still taste the salty, mushroom flavor of Adam’s semen on her tongue and she could still feel the imprint of his hand on both cheeks. Despite her embarrassment at having proven disobedient in the face of his direct command, her cunt felt swollen and wet. Having her face slapped had always been a sexual trigger, a fact of which he was probably aware, since it was in her dossier.On the second floor Adam guided her down a thickly-carpeted hallway. As they walked, Carly caught a glimpse of what must be the master bedroom, a large brass bed on one side, a sitting area on the other, complete with its own stone fireplace. At the end of the hall Adam had her stop in front of a narrow door. Pulling a key from his pocket, he unlocked the door and pulled it open. Unlike the wide, polished wood stairs leading to the second floor, these were narrow and covered with thin, well-worn carpeting. They led, Carly imagined, to what must have been servants’ quarters at one time. Now, she thou...ght with a shiver of nervous but excited anticipation, they must lead to Adam’s dungeon.When they got to the top of the stairs, Carly expected to see the typical setup she was used to from the BDSM clubs—with the requisite St.MoreLess
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