Auction Ch. 08-09

Exhausted, they collapsed beside each other, cuddled in the afterglow of their lovemaking and fell into a deep sleep until the following morning.

Dianne's remaining two days on the estate followed a similar pattern. Helmut spent the days proudly guiding her through his native city. He took her to his head office, where a small army of workers spent their days diligently running his diverse business empire. His pride in the place was obvious to Dianne. He introduced her to his senior people as his "Dianne, my dear friend from Australia". Several of the women commented on her magnificent diamond studded collar and also the ring on her finger.

"Are you engaged?" one of the women ventured.

Helmut was quick to butt in.

"No, the ring is no more than a symbol of friendship."

Sensing a certain awkwardness in her boss's response, the woman wisely let the subject drop.

A morose Helmut woke Dianne on their final morning, swept her into his arms and hugged her tightly. Dianne recoiled, remembering their forceful parting when she returned from the United States. This time was different.

"I will miss our time together," he began, gently running his hand over her naked side. "I would like to make love one more time before you leave and I would be honoured if you would give yourself to me fully, holding nothing back."

"Sir, have I not given you free rein to take me as you wish, when you wish and without reservation?"

"You have allowed me to take liberties with you but you have endured my attention rather than returning my passion. This time I am asking, not ordering. If you want to hold a little something back, then you may do so without fear of retribution, though I shall be greatly disappointed. I want you to make love to me today, before you leave this place, treating me not as a master, but as a lover. Can you do that for me?"

Dianne did not reply but rolled him onto his back and kissed him hard on the mouth.

"Your kindness to me, particularly over the last couple of days, deserve far more than I can possibly give you in return. If you think I have held back something from you, I apologise, for it has never been my intention to do so. You have proven a spectacular lover. I crave your touch. I shall miss our time together as much as you will and will be honoured to love you as you request."

She trailed kisses down his hairy chest, sucking his nipples in turn. Her hand found his erection and started to fondle it. She took his hand and placed it on her pussy lips, encouraging him to explore her there. When they connected, his entry was slow and gentle, for Dianne eased herself onto his erection, lowering herself excruciatingly slowly until he was fully buried within her.

When he began thrusting hard, Dianne pulled off him without warning and before he had the chance to protest, she asked:

"Would you like to come in my arse?"

"Mmm"

Rolling off him, she rose to her hands and knees and then let her arms relax until her head was buried in the pillows, presenting a perfect rear end for his inspection, legs well spread.

Helmut moistened her hole with a generous dollop of saliva and worked his cock into the tight hole a little at a time. It took some effort to gain full penetration, but when she thought he was ready, Dianne began moving to meet his thrusts. Helmut knew he couldn't last long and with a mighty bellow, released his seed into her bowels.

Later, in the shower, her caressed every inch of her body. He shampooed her hair, used a loofa to scrub her body and his fingers to cleanse her sensitive sex. He towelled her dry and returned her to the bed, still naked.

"I think I will have you again, when next we meet," he said gently.

"Sir you have done so much for me and my husband that I feel indebted to you, but we will not meet again. The circumstances that brought us together have been resolved, thanks to your generosity. I hope that I have fulfilled my contractual commitment to your satisfaction, but our contract is now officially over and I need to go home and reconnect with my husband."

"I understand," he said sadly, "but I believe that we will be together again. I have greatly enjoyed your presence here, as have my domestic slaves and unless you are the world's best actress, I know you have enjoyed you service here also. The last couple of days have proved to us both that we can be far more than master and slave. So I will send the girls up to prepare you for travel and to say farewell. Take with you whatever you want from your wardrobe. I will see you at the breakfast table and escort you to the airport."

Helga and Maria appeared moments later and helped her select some casual, loose fitting clothes for the long journey home. For a few tender minutes, they sandwiched her between them, caressing her naked body with tenderness and sharing soulful kisses. They helped her dress, brushed out her hair and applied her makeup.

Dianne declined the offer of taking clothes from the wardrobe, reasoning that Steve would not take kindly to her accepting such extravagant gifts from a man who was not her husband.

The final step was the removal of her diamond choker. She had worn it constantly since it was given to her and she felt a certain nakedness without it. She also removed the diamond ring from her finger and gratefully accepted her wedding bands, which Maria had thoughtfully brought with her from the sitting room.

"I will keep the little box for you. You will need it when you return."

"That won't be happening. This was a contract arrangement and it is over. Finished."

"We will see," the German girl smiled.

It was time to go.

Helmut made small talk in the limo but made no effort to touch Dianne. At the terminal he gathered her in his arms one final time, hugging her fiercely to him and leaning down to kiss her. Dianne's arms encircled his neck and she eagerly returned his kiss before turning and walking to the transit lounge. Yes, he thought. I have to find a way to get her back again. Next time for good! Feeling well satisfied with her bargain, Dianne's thoughts were already moving to husband on the other side of the world. Neither noticed the photographer standing near the doorway.

Steve, feeling thoroughly miserable in the knowledge that the love of his life was once again enjoying the attentions of another man, endured the week stoically. His spirits started to lift as her return came near. His heart soared when he spied his beautiful wife emerge from the airbridge and into the terminal. This was not how he imagined his married life would turn. Could they ever go back to the way things were before the auction?

(to be continued)