NOTE: This book was previously published under the title Auctioned Cherished Audray.
Ian:
I f*cking hate safe words, I think as I watch the goings-on. A good Dominant should simply know by sensing when enough is enough. But there are some untrained people here at Club Lustrum, or those still learning, pushing each other's limits. Over half of the relationships here are new or preferentially temporary. Such situations come with unavoidable mistakes. My job, therefore, is to make sure mistakes happen as infrequently as possible. We have security guards lining each doorway in the club, all of them personally trained by me. Protecting the members is number one on our list of priorities. Therefore, privacy is an illusion at Club Lustrum. Sure, there's a reason these men and women play here. The atmosphere that's created is intoxicating and alluring, but even more than that, they feel safe here. I make sure of that.
Until the evening I see Sam Davis touch what is mine. Davis is famous for dark preferences. Like my own, in some ways, but deeply darker. He never misses a single auction, although he's yet to place a bid. Again, like me. I should have anticipated we'd both wait for the same thing: my vulnerable foxy cub, Audray. So had better step right out of the park, out of my balled fist.
Audray:
Master. The moment the thought hits me, I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. A masked man walks up behind the man who's still gripping my chin. I sharpen my senses; this new man radiates something much more than power, his footsteps are filled with confidence, his piercing green eyes staring deep into, then beyond mine. Some anger surrounds him, possession perhaps, that's rolling off of him in waves. This is my fantasy, not at all my past, I think as I close my eyes. A shuddering breath calms me. It's Club Lustrum, I'm safe. My eyes open.
He is the Master, I just know it.
As consumed with Mr Possession as I am, I've forgotten the man tipping my chin with his finger. I'm not even aware of him. This walking Greek god approaching me becomes the only thing I'm consumed with.
The only man existing in the whole of London, the whole of England, for me.
And as our eyes meet, I hear his eyes silently scream at me:
I bloody own you, body and soul.
