Dominating Their Virgin Sub (2 page)

Now, here he was sitting beside Griffin at
the virgin auctions. To be honest, he had no desire to take a wife. He was
content with where his life was, and didn’t want to change it. But he was close
with his brother, and would do anything for him. Breaking apart was not an
option. They lived together, worked together, and fucked women together. It
worked, the females enjoyed themselves, and they derived power from each other
as they controlled the situation. Nik had made one stipulation, though. If he
was to share a wife with his brother, she would need to be the perfect little
submissive. Being a Dom was his life, and he wanted his woman to be his
opposite. He didn’t want a sex slave, but a female that got just as much
pleasure bending to his will as he got exacting his strength. So, they had
searched out an auction that specifically catered to virgins trained to be
willing submissives to their Dom husbands. A good virgin at an auction was
docile and timid, always ready to please her husband, but the females that were
set to make their presence known were trained more in the art of submitting. That’s
not to say they would be perfect in any way. He and Griffin would have to
create a relationship with their new bride, teach her what they liked, and
learn what pleased her. It would be a partnership that would hopefully grow to be
a trusting, meaningful marriage.

So, although Nik wasn’t all for what was
about to happen, he would do it for his brother.

The lights dimmed and a spotlight shone on
the center of the stage. The energy around the room hitched.

The announcer came out and went through the
bidding process, but any man that attended these auctions was already well
versed in how things ran. There was a handheld electronic bidder on each of
their armrests. After the announcer went through the legalities of the
proceedings, the first virgin was announced. The female that emerged from the
back was a dark-skinned beauty. Her breasts were large and generous, and the
tips dusted a dark coffee color. Female after female emerged, and he and
Griffin were on the same page when it came to finding the right one. Virgin
after virgin was put on display, each one beautiful in their own way, but not
standing out as a female that wanted to become their wife and submissive.

“Griffin, I don’t think we’ll find her
today.” There were only a few more females left to be showcased.

His brother was tense beside him, the energy like
a living entity that surrounded him. He stared at his brother’s profile. Their
looks were nearly identical, despite the fact they were fraternal. Griffin’s
blond hair was swept to the side, his look more sophisticated than Nikolas’s
disheveled mess. He knew without having to see his eyes that they would be
bright blue, the same as his and Kristoff’s. As they announced the next female,
Nikolas watched the display of emotion filter across his brother’s face. He
turned back to the stage and instantly heat spread through him when he saw the
female standing under the spotlight.

“Maylene Steffanos of the Steffanos Manor.”

She was a gorgeous, curvy auburn beauty. It
wasn’t love at first sight, but it was definitely an intense attraction. With
her head lowered and her hands clasped behind her back, she was displayed in a
manner appealing to the dominant inside of him: A submissive, in every way.

An attendant came up behind her and removed
her robe. Creamy, peach-colored skin was revealed and Nikolas’s cock hardened
beneath his slacks. The blood rushed through his veins and filled his ears,
blocking out everything else around him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and
the way Griffin sat up straighter beside him told Nikolas that his brother was
just as interested.

Her measurements were announced, and the
attendant moved behind her and lifted her generous breasts up for the bidders
to appraise. Instantly her nipples hardened and a pretty shade of pink covered
her body. She was thick in all the right places for him to get a handful.

“Size sixteen, with thirty-six D breasts.”
The announcer continued to list her specifics and a hushed murmur of excitement
filled the room.

His cock jerked again behind his zipper and
he found himself leaning forward, trying to get closer to her. His reaction
startled him.

Before Nikolas could tell Griffin she was the
one his brother said, “I want her, Nikolas.” Griffin looked over, his desire
for the lush redhead clear. “She’s the one for us.” Just as quickly as he had
looked at Nikolas, his attention was back on the female.

“Certified virgin, as per protocol, this
female has been trained in the art of submission.” The attendant spoke as he
circled Maylene. “She is eager to please in every way and will make a wonderful
addition to a harem or for sexual servitude.”

The way the announcer spoke about her set
something inside of him on fire. He didn’t want to think of her with another
man, as part of their harem or as a sex slave. Gritting his teeth was all he
could do until they started the bidding.

The attendant spoke low to Maylene and
Nikolas’s heart jacked in his chest when she lowered herself to her knees.
Hands still clasped behind her back, head lowered, and legs spread should-width
apart, she displayed herself beautifully. The attendant then spoke to her again
and she lowered herself to her back and brought her knees to her chest,
showcasing her shaved pussy in all its glory. There was a chorus of whispers
around them, and Nikolas knew that they wouldn’t be the only ones bidding upon
her tonight, but they most certainly would be the ones taking her home.

Chapter Two

The light blinded and the air was stifling.
Sweat beaded along her temples and she itched to wipe it away. Maylene
Steffanos wanted to shield her eyes from the intense glare above her, but to do
so would be a grave mistake. After rising from the cold, hard ground she made
sure to keep her head lowered, but what she really wanted to do was see the men
that stood mere feet from her, the ones that were to bid upon her like a prized
piece of cattle. Had this not been what she wanted from the moment she entered
her training as a virgin bride? Yes and no. Like every virgin in the auctions,
there was a part of her that feared what would become of her and if her Master
would be kind. There were always rumors that circulated within the auctions
about the cruelty that brides had faced at the hands of their husbands.

 
Maylene could handle being one amongst many if
her new husband owned a harem, but to be harmed for the sake of her husband’s
pleasure wasn’t something she would be able to stomach. It was true that she
had been trained specifically to appeal to dominant men that wanted a submissive
wife. With pain came pleasure with the right Dom, and if he was good and kind
he would cherish her and teach her what he liked so they both benefited from
the relationship. That was what she wanted, and why she had decided to enter the
specific role as a submissive. Her training, in essence, was not one that was
written in stone. She wanted to enter into a relationship with her Master where
he would teach her what he liked. She would also teach him what pleased her,
and they would grow into a comfortable ownership that was filled with love and
mutual release. A give-and-take
partnership, that
was
her fantasy. Things didn’t always work out that way, and she hadn’t fully
understood the reality of that until she stood on the auction block with the
lights glaring down on her.

The fact she couldn’t see the men in front of
her, though she was completely bared to them, unnerved her so horribly she
trembled. Could they see her shake? Did they think her defective because she
couldn’t follow the command to stand still? She wasn’t like the majority of the
virgins on display. Her body wasn’t lithe and thin, but more curvy and full.
She had stared at herself often in the mirror, scrutinizing her frame and
wondering why she couldn’t look like the other females. In the end it didn’t
matter, because today would prove if someone found her attractive. She would
either have a husband by the end of the proceedings, or she would be placed in
the next auction, a mark on her file stating she wasn’t purchased previously.
It was humiliating, to say the least, and some even saw it as a strike against
her worthiness. Her worries were short-lived, though, as the attendant gripped
her upper arm and steered her off the podium.

Once Maylene was back in the common area with
the rest of the virgins, she let herself breathe a sigh of relief. She had done
the best she could. It was now a waiting game until the last of the bids had
been placed. Maylene took that time to reflect on her life. If purchased, then
she would be leaving everything behind, but then again there really wasn’t much
to leave. Her parents had both passed a year earlier and left everything to
Maylene and her sister, Kata. With her sister only a year younger and training
to be in the auctions as well, Maylene had no one else in her life. It wasn’t
as if they saw each other, or had been close while growing up. In essence
Maylene only had herself, but that was okay because in the end, that was the
only person she could rely on.

Once all the virgins had been showcased and
the bids were sealed, the announcer called each woman that had been purchased one-by-one.
With each one leaving and Maylene still present, she feared she would be marked
as a non-seller. Just when her hopes plummeted even further, her name was
announced. Heart beating a frantic tattoo, Maylene gripped her robe and
followed the attendant out and back onto the auction block. The lights were
dimmed now and she could see into the crowd. Brides stood next to their new
husbands, their heads down and their postures screaming obedience. Maylene
really shouldn’t even be looking at them, should actually practice the same
position, but her curiosity coupled with her excitement had her breaking the
number one rule she was taught as a submissive.

As she let her gaze travel throughout the
room, she stopped on two impossibly large men standing close to the podium.
There were a few girls in front of her, so she just assumed the men waited for
their brides. But when they still stood there, their bright blue eyes regarding
her severely, Maylene’s mouth dried. Were they here for her? It wasn’t unheard
of for two men to purchase one bride to share, and that knowledge sent fear
through her. She was worried enough about one husband, but having to please two
was unfamiliar and frightening. Worry that she would disappoint them coursed
through her veins.

“Masters St. Michaels, may I present your
bride, Maylene Steffanos.” The announcer pulled her forward until she stood in
front of the two intimidating men. She had her head downcast so as not to upset
them, but the images of their faces burned into her brain. Their bodies had
been tall, their shoulders wide, and their chests broad and muscular. Even
under the expensively tailored suits they wore, the power they wielded was
clear. Dark blond hair, cut stylishly, fell across their foreheads. Their eyes
were so blue they seemed unreal and made them appear almost gentle in nature.
Of course she wasn’t fooled. Looks could be deceiving.

The attendant spoke to her new Masters as if
she wasn’t there, as if she had been purchased as nothing more than just a
piece of property. Then again, Maylene supposed, that was exactly what she was.
They had purchased her like an ornamental object, to do with as they pleased.
Her thoughts had taken her away, but when a strong hand cupped her cheek and
forced her head back, reality slammed into her. She stared into deep blue eyes,
eyes that seemed to be able to read her every emotion. The man next to him had
to be his brother, or even his twin. That was how similar they were in
appearance. Of course there was a different aura that surrounded each man. They
were similar but unique in their own way.

“Tell us your name, pet.” His voice was so
deep it vibrated through her whole body and settled in her toes. Maylene knew
they had to know her name, because the attendant had divulged every single
piece of her information to the bidders. But for whatever reason this man, her
new Master, wanted to hear her say it.

“Maylene…Sir.” She didn’t know how they
wanted her to address them, so the more formal way seemed appropriate until
they told her what they wanted to be called. Her other Master lifted her hand
into his and pulled her toward him. Up close to the second man, she could now
see the differences between them more closely. Where the first man had slightly
disheveled hair, as if he had run his fingers through it, this man’s hair was
impeccably styled. Their eye color was identical, as were their builds. Yes,
definitely brothers.

He didn’t say anything for so long that her
face heated from his clear appraisal of her. The feel of his thumb brushing
back and forth along her inner wrist calmed her, but also had her highly aware
of his presence. He dropped her hand and grabbed her file from the attendant.
Her new Masters led her out of the building. Each took a hold of her hands as
they flanked her, as if they were her protectors. It was hard not to look at
them, but she forced herself to keep her head lowered and place one foot in
front of the other.

A limo stood waiting right outside the doors
and they helped her inside. The scent of leather and their cologne filled her
nose and greeted her back. She didn’t know their names, and although she was
curious she would never speak unless spoken to. That was one of the first rules
they taught her in her training. One man sat on either side of her, their body
heat permeating through the silk of her robe and doing all kinds of wicked
things to her unused body. She shivered, not able to control herself.