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Brianna was tired, bone deep weary she had been without a mate for what felt like forever, without that essential component which would make her whole again; she needed a male but not just any male…a submissive male.
Brianna was in crisis, she had lost her partner of 5 years to a tragic accident during a scene, a small misstep which she felt could have been avoided. She had given him over to the charge of another despite her misgivings, despite the tiny voice which insisted she was making a mistake.
At what point did a Dominant need to prove to the world at large or at least her own community that what she brought to the table was of value
she thought for the umpteenth time feeling her temples beginning to throb
It was that simple mistake that cost Stephan his life. It had cost her a soul mate whom she dearly loved, it cost her self-esteem, it had almost cost Brianna her sanity.
Brianna had known early on where her sexual proclivities lay and like the studious woman she was she had explored her nature carefully. She supposed she fell into the realm of a sensual Dominant; she had no wish to feed her nature at the expense of another, she simply fed off of the erotic primal undertones that were a part of each person’s basest nature. She became one with their deepest desires until they became hers too.
Limbo… two excruciating, agonizing years filled with self-loathing and reproach. It was time she began to live again!
Against her better judgement she had been persuaded by a friend to attend this small private auction hosted by the Lady Dea a woman she had no respect for, she was well known for her cruel and barbaric treatment of those under her care.
Brianna had no real intention to purchase but to please her friend here she was here weaving in and out of the various raised dais where the various forms of merchandise were displayed. She had to admit they did have a nice selection of both male and female flesh as well as some very formidable looking contraptions. Why am I here?
she asked herself again, you know you are not ready for this step.
She scanned the room for a final time knowing she was about to make her excuses and leave.
Then she saw him…
They had him secluded off to one side almost as if they were hiding him, he was naked as was the norm but unlike the others he was heavily secured, both slender hands restrained by strong manacles which were fashioned to a wicked hook in the ceiling, Interesting , what were they hiding, why was he restrained in such a manner?
Brianna watched carefully from the shadows as Dia lead a group of prospective buyers in his direction instantly bristling at her treatment of what she could only assume was her personal property. She couldn’t help but notice his responses, he seemed almost resigned...
Brianna didn’t realize that she had been holding her breath until the group moved away no one appearing interested in his purchase. She exhaled slowly not fully understanding what drew her to him but instinctively knowing that this slave would be hers no matter the financial cost.
Slowly she approached drinking in the sight of the most beautiful body she had ever seen, perfection in every strong sleek line of potent masculinity, he had a dancers form.
Brianna saw beyond his scars... he was beautiful to her eyes.
She didn’t summon Dea back she didn’t want her rattling off her slickly rehearsed sales pitch, Brianna needed to find out about this male first hand. His head was down and remained so his long inky black hair obscuring the plains and valleys of his face. Brianna favored long hair she found it strangely exotic and most defiantly masculine despite this world of buzz cuts and shaven heads.
Slowly she walked around him a small finger reaching out to gently trace some of his many brutal scars, hers were hidden, his out in the open for all to see. They were of a similar height he only a few inches taller than her own 5ft 6inches. Brianna didn't favor the high spiked heels most females wore, if she had she would have towered above him.
The young Dominant barely glanced at the appendage which hung like a sleeping predator between his long sleek thighs it was a bit larger than she favored but that did not deter her from her mission.
Standing barely a foot from him she paused drinking in his essence, mmmmmm very nice indeed, he was totally primal, almost alpha male with undertones of something else; fear, resentment … surely not anger?
“What is your name.” she asked of him her dulcet tones much like a healing balm in the noisy crowded room as they washed over him like a sensual caress making her presence very definitely known. “Why is it they keep you hidden here trust up like some wild and dangerous animal?”
When he raised his eyes she wagered he would be shocked by the woman he found standing before him, she certainly was not cut from the usual Dominant mold nor was she dressed as such. No whip, no leather, no trappings whatsoever of the BDSM lifestyle.
Brianna looked like she might have stepped from some woodland glade. However, she was that which she proclaimed; it was clearly telegraphed in the way she held herself, it could be read in the bewitching eyes which would soon meet his.
Eyes which would hungrily devour his very soul proclaiming it hers before even another word was spoken between them…