Her Master's Kiss 5 by Vivien Sparx Read Free Book Online Page B

I bid, gentlemen? How much am I offered to have young Mandy join you for the evening in a night of BDSM instruction and pleasure?”
    The bids came in a sudden flurry, and then once the offer reached $3,000, they suddenly stalled, despite Desire’s best efforts to maintain the momentum. Then suddenly Peter stood up and said in a clear, strong voice, “$4,000!”
    Tink clapped her hands and cheered her delight.
    Desire, seeing a new bidder join the auction, turned to the other men who had been part of the auction. “Gentlemen?” she encouraged. “Any advance on $4,000?”
    One by one the men passed. Peter won the girl for the evening and Tink hugged him fiercely and covered his face with kisses. “Oh, Master! Thank you!” she grinned.
    Peter smiled. “She’s your collaring gift,” he said.
    Desire brought the young girl to the booth and handed Peter the chain. “Congratulations,” Desire said softly. “I am sure you will enjoy her.” Peter handed the leash to Tink.
    The girl knelt beside the table, and Peter reached out to absently run his hand across her breasts. The girl’s nipples hardened in response to his touch and she looked up with big green docile eyes. “You will come home with me and my sub tonight,” Peter said kindly. The girl nodded.
    With the entertainment and auction completed, the crowd quickly returned to their conversations. Renee sat back in her seat and looked across at Tink. Stefan’s hand was still gently massaging the soft shape of her feminine mound, and she sensed her face was becoming flushed. It took all of her control to keep herself from moaning.
    “I didn’t know you liked women, Tink,” Renee said.
    Tink smiled. “I’ve always been bisexual,” she said openly. “But it’s only something I enjoy on special occasions. Up until now I hadn’t really had the opportunity to explore my own sexuality. It’s only been since I have been free of Larry Madden that I’ve had the time and opportunity to discover exactly what I like.”
    Renee nodded. She had wondered if she herself was bisexual on many occasions. She wasn’t, but this new revelation about Tink merely added to her personality and character as far as Renee was concerned.
    Renee reached for her drink and then flinched and froze suddenly. Stefan’s hand had slipped inside the elastic of her panties. She sat – perfectly still – and felt the tips of his fingers exploring the soft wet folds of her body. The sensation was so intense – so shockingly erotic – that she had to set her drink back down on the table in case she spilled it. She leaned back in the booth and tried to look calm and poised, while all the time beneath the table, Stefan’s fingers were driving her to distraction.
    “There are no Mistresses with submissives here ….and no young men,” Renee announced in a strained tight voice a moment later. “Every man here looks like he’s at least in his thirties or older.”
    Everyone but Peter turned their heads at once to look around the room.
    “It’s the wrong night for Mistresses,” Peter said. “The club has two nights a week it reserves just for Masters and their submissives, and another two nights a week for Mistresses and their subs. Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights are when everyone is welcome.” He took a sip of his drink. “It wasn’t always that way, but it turns out that some of the town’s wealthiest businessmen lead double lives as submissives. They weren’t too willing to show themselves in mixed company.”
    Renee leaned forward. The move forced herself harder against Stefan’s fingers and she bit her lip to stifle a soft moan. She had heard about the preferences of many wealthy and powerful men to be submissive, and she found the trait fascinating. She had read that many powerful men in the corporate world turned to submission in their private lives because it gave them a release from the daily demands and pressures of their high-profile corporate careers. She smiled at