Free Dom Wars - Round One by Lucian Bane Page B

skin.
    Tara made a small choked sound. "What the hell? Why?"
    "They like it?"
    " Why?"
    I shrugged. "For the one being tied, it can be many things. She wants to demonstrate trust. She wants to feel controlled. She likes the excitement of danger that comes with being vulnerable. I'm sure there are many more reasons."
    " And the… tier?"
    " He can like the exact control. He can like the power. He can like knowing she's scared. He can like knowing he's trusted. He can like being creative with it." I nodded to the stage. "He clearly likes the artistic aspects."
    " I'll say. She looks like a frickn human waffle."
    " And many like the marks it leaves after the rigging is removed. You don't want to meet a third degree Sadist who likes the artistic flare of bondage."
    " Third degree sadist. A man who likes to hurt unwilling victims but not kill them."
    I nodded.
    She watched the demonstration a few seconds more. "Ew, right."
    The little show lasted half an hour while the man bound her arms and torso. At the announcer 's prompt that his allotted time was up, the man nodded and helped the woman off the stage to a seat at the side. There, he proceeded to remove the binding, taking care to rub circulation back into the skin as he went.
    Team two made their way to the stage. The woman was flung against the bed where she began to struggle. At the first scream, Tara 's nails bit into my palm, jolting me with shock. She hid her face in my arm and put her finger in her ear.
    " Shhh, what's wrong?"
    She shook her head and made humming noises like she was trying not to hear. I glanced around and caught that monster bastard with a huge grin on his face.
    I pulled her closer and made soft noises to her. "They're only pretending, it's not real. It's not real."
    God she was fucking trembling. Was this the reason for her frigidity? A past assault? Fuck. And I 'd been so fucking insensitive and forward.
    The tormenting act ended in a screaming orgasm. By then, the rest of the contestants were grinning and giggling at the little Dom lamb nearly in my lap. I wanted this fucking thing to be over so she could go back to her small town and forget this ever happened. And get her through this event without getting auctioned. She wouldn 't quit, I was pretty sure. And I couldn't stand it if she got picked by that monster. Never.
    " It's over?" She popped up and looked around. At the expressions on everyone's faces, she looked at me, regret filling her brow. "Shit, I'm sorry. I had a bad experience and I don't…" She shook her hands the way she sometimes did when extremely agitated. "I'm fine, I got therapy and-and everything, but sometimes it hits me, you know?" She nodded at me, her eyes full of worry.
    I grabbed her face and kissed her lips repeatedly. "I get it. Stop. I get it. Don't fucking apologize for that. You're beautiful."
    She took several calming breaths like it was a familiar routine she 'd practiced. "I'm fine. I'm good."
    The idea that she dealt with that alone for however long made me ache inside. Made me sick. Made me want to walk out of there with her, out of this life, this world and run away with her. Take care of her. Keep her safe.
    The last bit would be a tad difficult with my past hunting me. I'd likely just get her killed, that's what I'd get.
    I fucking needed to win this. But already we were so far from first place.
    The second couple went into the little triage aftercare area and the third couple went up. If I wasn't careful, I'd vomit. We were next. 
    Tara hid her face on my shoulder. "Tell me what they're doing. I have triggers."
    I placed my hand on her head, helping shield her as I watched the couple preparing. "It's… it's not bad. They're…acting out AB/DL."
    She sucked in her breath and looked at the stage. "Adult baby…"
    " Diaper love."
    " Ohhhh my God."
    The man got on the bed in his giant cloth diaper and began his act as a newborn infant, wailing and flailing his lanky limbs.
    Tara burst out in snickers on my arm.