Chapter One
Myra wanted the girl from the moment the two pages led that dark-haired creature onto the
dais by the collar. The girl was a lovely thing, slender but with well-defined curves, a
neatly trimmed thatch of hair nestled between long, slender legs, and ample breasts with
clipped nipples that were connected by a chain with a weight in the center. The small
weight, probably no more than a gram, tugged at the girl`s breasts from just the slightest
movement. Myra`s gaze lingered on those delectable mounds for the longest time then
drifted downward to the triangle of hair between the girl`s creamy thighs.
Delicious, Myra thought. She could just tell the girl was delicious, could actually
taste the sweet honey dribbling across her lips ... so sweet and satisfying that she wiped
her mouth in reflex.
Studded leather collar about two inches wide secured the girl. There were no physical
markings that Myra could see ... no bruises, no welts, no proprietary tattoos or
brandings. That would mean a high price right off the bat, of course, but she didn`t
care. She saw those eyes and that body and knew she would pay anything to have that woman
in her domain.
Myra shifted restlessly in her chair, wishing now that she had worn panties so she could
feel the tightness around her crotch. That, at least, would have provided some relief
from the nagging ache that throbbed in her cunt. Her clit felt like it had swelled to the
size of a plum.
She had to have that girl. She had to feel that luscious body under her mouth and
hands.
The crowd buzzed with nervous anticipation as the lean-faced auctioneer brought down the
gavel to continue the proceeding. Myra stiffened in her seat, tightly clutching the
bidding paddle in her lap. The unbridled image of the girl spread over her lap as she
brought the paddle down on that lovely backside raced through her mind like a wild,
untamed stallion, making her nostrils flare with arousal.
"Lot number seventeen," the auctioneer said. His voice was thin and reedy, and
Myra would have found it annoying had the girl on the platform not been at the center of
her attention. "The slave is sometimes known as Amber, age twenty-three. The slave
has been properly conditioned and trained to service both master and mistress, and as you
can see bears no blemishes. We`ll start the bidding at ... five thousand."
"Five thousand!" a voice called.
Myra looked over and saw the bidder, a sandy-haired man who looked younger than the fifty
years Myra knew he was pushing. Her dealings with Lord Carl Holbrooke were few and far
between, especially since she had been out of circulation for so long, but even so, she
knew the girl on the dais deserved better ... the girl deserved so much better. Myra
raised her paddle.
"Six thousand," she said. Heads turned in her direction but she kept her gaze
on the girl and those deep, dark eyes that looked back at her. She saw something in those
eyes ... not fear, not respect ... but something more primal. There was a need and
longing in those eyes that made her nub of a clit twitch excitedly.
"Six-five," a new bidder said. It was a woman she didn`t know personally, but
had seen at the few events she still attended.
"Seven!"
"Seven-five!"
"Eight thousand," Myra chimed in. She could feel the adrenaline coursing
through her veins, pumping her to new and wilder heights. It was a well known fact that
Myra Davenport always got what she wanted, for she was willing to pay the cost ...
whatever it took, nothing could separate her from what she considered to be rightfully
hers.
"Let me see her," Master Holbrooke demanded.
On stage, the auctioneer nodded. He stood next to the girl named Amber and peeled open
sweet, young cuntlips to reveal the velvety wetness that lay within. Myra`s heart skipped
a beat then began thumping double-time to make up for it. She licked her lips, heat
burning her cheeks a deep crimson as she stared through narrowed eyes at the gaping cunt
on stage.
"Ten thousand," Holbrooke said.
"Fifteen," Myra countered.
"Twenty!"
"Twenty-five."
"Fifty!" Holbrooke flashed her a look, almost daring her to continue.
Myra stole a breath, speaking just loud enough to be heard. "One hundred thousand
dollars."
The audience gasped in shock then all was silent. Even the girl registered a look of
surprise. Myra kept her poise, staring straight ahead. She locked gazes with the girl
and held those gorgeous eyes, sweat forming at her temples as the silence built up to an
almost intolerable level.
"The bid is one hundred thousand dollars," the auctioneer said nervously.
"Going once ... going twice... Sold to Mistress Davenport for one hundred thousand
dollars."
The audience breathed a collective sigh of relief, murmuring softly as Myra gathered her
ankle-length jacket from the seat next to her and walked up to the front of the hall. She
gave Amber a fleeting look then pulled out her checkbook, scribbling out the necessary
information and handing it to the treasurer.
"She`s all yours."
Myra nodded. The two pages who`d brought Amber on stage now led the young woman to the
floor ... and Myra saw that Amber was even more beautiful up close. "Remove the
clips." She held Amber`s gaze as the pages did so. As soon as the clips and
weighted chain were removed, she opened her leather coat and smiled patiently while Amber
hesitantly stepped into it, wrapping it tightly around that sleek body.
"Nobody looks at you but me," Myra said, and she started away ... knowing that
Amber followed closely on her heels. The night air was cool and crisp, a welcome change
from the stifling heat inside the auction hall. Late summer still lingered in the air ...
keeping autumn at bay with mild days and pleasantly cool evenings. Myra waved for the car
and allowed herself a moment to enjoy the breeze that rustled her mane of long, brown
hair.
She was aware of Amber nearby, to the right and just behind her. The other woman
radiated a presence that left Myra with a heavy feeling in her belly, a hunger ... a need.
She turned to look at her new acquisition, eyes narrowed in appraisal.
Amber stood with head bowed, gaze averted. The long, leather jacket looked good on the
younger woman, though Myra suspected her new prize could wear nothing but rags and still
turn heads. She took Amber`s chin in her hand and tipped it up so the pretty little thing
had no choice but to meet her stare. Myra smiled wryly.
"You are a lovely girl," Myra whispered.
Amber nodded respectfully. "Thank you, Mistress."
"Yes," Myra said, "very lovely." The sound of a car pulling up to
the curb didn`t stop her from bending down and kissing that lush mouth, relishing the
sweetness she found there. Lips parted slightly to accept her tongue and she heard the
other woman moan softly when she reached inside the leather jacket to cup a breast. The
flesh felt good in her hand, soft and warm ... yielding easily. She flicked the nipple
with her thumb, wanting more than anything to explore the supple mounds with her mouth
instead. She reluctantly pulled away.
"Later, my pet," Myra said. She turned to the fair-skinned man in black livery
holding open the door of her white Rolls Royce. "Thank you, Dimitri. This is Amber.
She`ll be staying with us this evening."
"Yes, ma`am," Dimitri replied.
Myra climbed into the back seat and gestured Amber to sit across from her, watching the
delicious creature through heavy-lidded eyes as the car pulled away. The leather coat had
opened slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of bare breast. The nipples were red
from the clips, but inviting all the same.
"Let me see you," Myra said huskily.
Amber opened up the coat to let in Myra`s hungry stare. Her gaze traveled slowly from
the cleavage between Amber`s breasts to the matted hair that covered the other woman`s
mound. The image of that pussy spread wide on the auction block stoked her fires, turning
solid insides liquid.
"May I pleasure you?" Amber asked.
Myra smiled slightly. "Soon, little one. Soon. Touch yourself for me."
"Yes, Mistress," Amber said.
Myra licked her lips and watched in barely contained hunger as Amber`s first two fingers
disappeared between silken folds, filling the car with a heavenly scent that went straight
to her head. She immediately lost herself in the intoxicating musk, letting it envelop
her until her own cunt was pounding with need. Then Amber whimpered softly, drawing her
from her lust-induced reverie.
"Do not come," Myra warned. "Not until I say so."
"Yes, Mistress.`
"Slowly," Myra said. "Finger yourself slowly. Yes ... that`s it. Just
like that. Avoid touching your clit. Good girl." She watched as Amber`s finger
slid in and out of that sopping wet cunt, pushing in
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