Free Naughty Bits Part IV: The Highest Bid by Joey W. Hill Page A

That’s why I paid for a private holding room for her.”
    The soldier’s voice. Stern and commanding, a far harsher tone than he’d used in her presence before, but still very much him. As she lunged in his direction, the collar brought her up short, the tether suddenly wrapped up against Troy’s fist, resting on her collar bone.
    “Well, she seems to have made
her
choice.” Shale’s voice was amused, but cool. “We were taking her to the back for your private viewing, sir. The backroom access is through the stage.”
    “Which gives everyone a chance to see her,” the soldier said, his voice like ice. “Driving her price up even higher.”
    Shale made a polite but noncommittal noise. The soldier placed a hand on Madison’s bare shoulder. With a simple shift, he took her away from Troy and she was against him. He was wearing a uniform, and the wool scratched her bare flesh. She burrowed against him anyway, and his arm slid around her waist, hand palming her buttock. When he squeezed, the marks of the switch throbbed and the plug was nudged by his knuckles. The mix of pleasure and discomfort made her breath catch.
    “I’ll examine her thoroughly in the back. When the auction starts, you can communicate her bids to me via intercom. I will match and exceed them. No one will touch her except by my say-so.”
    “As you wish, sir.” Shale’s voice was as satisfied as any commissioned employee of the Training Mistress’s would be, knowing she was going to get top dollar for her efforts.
    He was guiding her away from the noise, the light. Yes, there might be people here, but he was taking her away from that. No one was going to touch her unless he permitted it. He’d said so. She inhaled his scent. He was near, holding her leash. It was okay.
    She passed through another seemingly crowded area and then she was in blissful solitude with him, a quiet room that seemed quite a bit smaller. He unsnapped the tether, leaving her standing there without his support. She heard him moving around her, measured steps in crisp shoes. Military shoes.
    “You’re as lovely as I remember. Beautiful breasts, soft skin. You were ill-behaved in front of the camera this afternoon, a shameless tease.” He pinched her buttock, hard, making her jump. “I see your bottom has already been whipped for an infraction. You’ll be punished by me as well. Have you ever felt the bite of a single tail, sweet slave?”
    She shook her head, and then yelped as something stung her nipple. Something electric, like a wand. She heard the crackle of the energy. “No sir.”
    “Better. You will address me as Master or Sergeant Major, at all times.”
    “Yes, Master.” She shook as he moved the wand over her flesh, coming close enough for her to feel that tiny jolt and sting again. Under her nipple, along her hip bone, across her thigh. A thigh tracked with her moisture. His finger traced it and she bit her lip, then gave a yelp as he tugged on the chain to her nipple clamps, a firm hold that also pulled on the collar in a provocative way, reminding her she was wearing it.
    “Spread your legs.”
    This was an entirely different tone from what she’d experienced before. There was no hesitation, no pause to determine what she was thinking, feeling, making sure they were going slow enough, reassuring her. But she was a trained slave. It was assumed she was ready for this, right? And though her heart was pounding rapidly and she was caught between nerves and a flight instinct, she was well aware she was responding to every word from his mouth, every touch. He’d taken her away from the stage, brought her here, just the two of them.
    She’d spread her legs as he’d commanded. Her fingers fisted in the bonds at her sides as the wand touched her labia, just under the thong, sending the kiss of pain through those sensitive nerve endings. Catching the side strap in one finger, he pulled the garment outward enough to slide the wand down in between it and