Hurt in the past, Ben doesn't like subbing for the same man more than once. Three years ago, he let Master Lukas buy him over multiple evenings, only to cut and run when he felt himself beginning to fall for the perceptive and handsome Master. Returning to the Shibari Auction House stage, is he ready to pick up where he and Master Lukas left off? Is Lukas?
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Shibari Auction House 3: Ben
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Copyright ©2012 Sean Michael
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Ben looked at himself in the mirror, straightened his hair, his tie, and headed out to the auction floor.
No one fluffed him.
No one primped him.
He was who he was and if someone wanted a night of his time, his skill, they could pay for it.
One night. One chance. In years, he'd only agreed to repeat engagements with one man, and Ben wasn't one hundred percent sure that hadn't been a mistake. Hell, he didn't even know if Master Lukas was still a member of the Shibari Auction House. And if he was, that didn't mean the man was in attendance.
And it didn't mean Master Lukas would bid on him. Again.
Yves, the auction house manager, gave him a smile at the curtain and mouthed, "Ready?"
Ben winked and strode in, dressed in Dolce and Gabbana, knowing how good he looked. He knew how to work the catwalk, how to make the masters drool for him.
The big screen at the end of the runway showed the first bid. A thousand dollars. Not a bad start for one night. He could get better. He was worth it. He stood, knowing his credentials were being shown.
The bids rose rapidly, quickly hitting ten thousand dollars. Fucking A. For a night. A night with him, no holds barred. He'd take a week off from bartending, just to recover.
The bid moved up to eleven thousand, and then twenty-five thousand flashed. Twenty-five thousand. Holy fuck. Ben blinked; he couldn't believe it. It simply was unreal.
The bidding stopped there, the clock counting down the last few seconds. He stood there, stunned, even as the clock ran out. So much, just for him. Just for one night.
The bidding closed, the winner's number flashing for a moment, and the lights changed. Yves looked around the curtain and nodded for him to come back into the staging area.
Twenty-five thousand dollars. Jesus.
Yves shook his hand. "A very nice result, Ben."
"Yeah. Yeah. Do you think it was a mistake?"
"Absolutely not. There were quite a few bidders who came just for you tonight."
His cheeks heated. "Thank you for saying so."
"If you're ready, I'll show you to your room and bring in the winning bidder once everything is signed."
"Of course. I know the drill. I can find my way." Ben kissed Yves' cheek. "Thank you."
"You're always welcome here, Benny. You're good business."
"I am." He winked and headed down the hall, using the facilities and having a long drink of water while he waited. Twenty-five thousand dollars. The money hadn't been the only reason he'd come back, but it was definitely a part of it, and the night had already proved to be fruitful, like whoa, in that department.
The knock came at the door and it opened, revealing his highest bidder. Master Lukas.
His cock throbbed, filling at the sight.
Master Lukas was the one man who'd bought him more than once. Maybe the reason why he'd stopped coming here. And possibly the main reason why he'd come back.
"Master." His eyes trailed over the amazing body.
Lukas was tall and broad -- the man had muscles that just wouldn't quit -- and dark, intense eyes beneath warm brown curls. The man smiled at him. "I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw you were back."
Ben couldn't help returning the smile. "It's good to see you, Sir."
"And you. Even if you are overdressed." Lukas gave him a wink. In all their nights together, Lukas had never allowed him to wear clothes once the scene began.
"Yes, Sir. Would you like to begin now?" He was ready, eager even.
"Yes. I don't want to waste a moment of our time together."
"Of course, Sir." He unfastened his tie, his cufflinks and found a hanger for his suit jacket.
Lukas' gaze never left him.
His shirt went next, then his undershirt. Shoes, socks. Slacks.
"Mmm. You still have it, boy."
He stripped off his boxer briefs, carefully folded and hanged everything, then turned to face Lukas. He knew his body was toned, tanned, his nipples pierced with tiny gold rings, his pubes carefully trimmed so that the black curls just crowned his cock.
Lukas made a noise that made every push-up Ben had ever done worth it. He stood, proud and as tall as his frame would let him. Lukas walked slowly around him. One hand dragged along his belly, then his back. Ben didn't react, allowing Lukas to admire, touch, explore.
The walk-around ended with Lukas right in front of him, and all he could smell was leather from the tight pants Lukas wore. "On your knees, Ben."