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Wager of Desire by Jane Verlaine, Bdsm Ebook ordering Copyrighted © 2005 all rights reserved.

His New Possession by Jane Verlaine, D/s, humiliation
One ruthless man is outfoxed by another in a game of chance. The prize, a shocked young maiden, is forced to submit to an embarrassing public inspection.

The company in the gambling house was in high form, whispering and speculating.  A few of them had heard rumors about the amazing Lord Devine when he’d lived in Paris, rumors of certain parties he’d held at his chateau.  Were they true then?  Geoffrey Allerton stood with a bitter smile twisting his lips. The man had outfoxed him and slipped the girl out from under his nose.  Why hadn’t he thought of such a scheme?

Aunt Millicent grabbed Sophia’s arm and propelled her out of the salon.

“Do you understand?  I can own this establishment free and clear.”

Sophia snatched her arm away.  “And what about me?  What does he want from me?  What will I be, a sort of servant?”

Aunt Millicent was momentarily startled at the girl’s naiveté.  Hadn’t she taught her better than that?  Perhaps it would be best to be vague.

“Well, perhaps, but more likely he wants you as a mistress.  You were planning the same with Allerton, why not with Lord Devine?  He’s much richer, more handsome, younger, and he’s not married.”

“Then why doesn’t he just make me a proposal?  Why is he trading me for the mortgage?  It’s as if he wants to own me.”

Aunt Millicent patted her hand, her mind already racing ahead to the money that would be rolling in without a mortgage to pay.  “There are worse situations in life, my dear…the poor house for one or debtors prison. Just think what this could do for your dear brothers. You want them to have the best of everything, don’t you?  Why, we could buy Charlie a place in the Light Dragoons.  You know that’s what he wants.”

As always, Aunt Millicent knew how to get Sophia to bend to her will.  Sophia’s face softened at the mention of her brothers, and then she squared her shoulders.  She knew this day had been coming anyway.  Why postpone it any more?

“I suppose it would be the same as being Allerton’s mistress.”  And if she were truthful with herself, Lord Devine had always intrigued her.

Aunt Millicent grasped her wrists again as if she were afraid she’d take flight.  “Then you agree to Devine’s proposition?”

Sophia nodded her head in assent.  Triumphantly, Aunt Millicent led her back into the salon.

“The deal is done, Lord Devine, the mortgage for my niece.”

She gave Sophia a little shove in his direction, and the crowd parted to watch the two come together.  Devine took her hand and lifted it to his lips, rather cruel lips she noticed for the first time.

“You’ll have to excuse me, Sophia, I’m a rather proud man.  I enjoy entertaining well, showcasing my homes and hunting grounds, taking my horses through their paces and displaying my fine objects.  Therefore, I now require you to strip off your dress, climb onto the table here, and show this fine company just what I won from Sir Geoffrey at faro.”

The crowd stood with mouths gaping for a moment, and then the whispering and laughing began.  Sophia looked around her wildly, trying to catch a sympathetic eye, trying to find someone who was as outraged by the request as she.  She found no one.  She glanced at her aunt, whose encouraging smile was at odds with her hard, penetrating stare.  It was as if she was willing her to do it.

Devine leaned toward her and spoke softly in her ear.  “Let me explain to you, Sophia, I own you.  If you don’t do as I ask, I’ll take the mortgage back from your aunt and call it in.  She’ll have to pay up or lose her establishment.”

Sophia looked back at her aunt, who was now mouthing the words, “For your brothers.”  She’d always done for her brothers, so she took a small step forward, untied her sash, and began slipping the dress from her shoulders.  There was hardly a sound in the room, and then a collective sigh as Sophia peeled the dress and the slip beneath it down from her breasts.  They toppled forward effortlessly and hung suspended for a moment with the corset tight beneath them.  Someone gave an appreciative whistle, and the silence broke, as others began calling out, laughing and demanding a better view.  Quickly, Devine grasped her around the waist, unlaced her corset, and lifted her to the table to the crowd’s delight.  She pulled the dress over her hips and dropped it to the table in a circle around her feet.  It was then apparent to all that Sophia was wearing no undergarments. 

Devine gestured toward her naked form perched on the table.  “You see, not such a big step from lady to whore after all.”  The patrons murmured their approval. 

Sophia stared out over their heads in an attempt to stop her shivering.  She felt as if she were in a dream.  The dream was fast becoming a nightmare.

Devine continued addressing the small knot of people now gathered around the table staring at Sophia’s naked form.  “This is the perfect opportunity for me to inspect my goods.  I’m assuming my slave is a virgin, and you can all bear me witness before I take possession of her.”

Sophia was in shock by the fact that he called her his “slave.”  Is that what she was to be?  This was not as her aunt had implied.  She was much more than a mistress, or much less, or much worse.

“Lie down on the table, slave, on your back.”  As if in a trance now, Sophia did as he told her.  “Now draw your legs up and bend your knees.”  Everyone now tried to press in at the edge of the table, toward Sophia’s feet. 

Devine walked up to the table and parted her knees until they were almost touching the smooth felt top.  She was spread wide now for everyone to see, but instead of feeling cold, she felt a growing warmth between her legs.  Then Devine reached forward and parted her nether lips with his fingers.  Sophia gasped at the brutal exposure.

One man, standing right in front, proclaimed, “Looks all tightly sealed up to me.”

The woman to his left guffawed.  “You can’t tell by looking at the outside.  You have to feel the maidenhead inside.”

Someone else behind her called out, “You haven’t felt your maidenhead for nigh on twenty years now.” 

The general frivolity continued throughout the room with people drinking again and some even resuming card games, but the main attraction remained the naked girl spread out on the card table. 

“Well, since she’s my property, I’ll test her first, but I’m going to need some confirmation.”  Devine slipped his middle finger into his mouth, wetting it thoroughly.  Before it could dry, he positioned it at the entrance to Sophia’s vagina.  She tensed as she felt his fingertip press against her.  Then he slowly pushed it into her opening.  Slowly, gently he probed her until his finger met resistance.

A smile spread on his face.  “I believe she’s intact.”  A cheer went up around the room, and Sophia caught site of her aunt smiling and nodding as if taking credit for her virginity.  He removed his finger, and Sophia watched as he put it in his mouth as if to lick it clean.

“However, what I want is verification.” More than ten people, men and women, stepped forward to help him.  But he reached back and drew forward his young cousin from the country.  “Edward, have you ever been with a virgin?”

The young man blushed to his hairline and admitted that he had.  So Devine instructed him to lick his finger and test Sophia’s virginity for himself.  Sophia closed her eyes at this further invasion, as once again she felt a finger move inside her. Once again it stopped as if reaching a barrier.  Edward withdrew his finger quickly and confirmed that the maidenhead was secure.  Devine grabbed his wrist and drew him around to Sophia’s head.

“Have you ever tasted yourself, slave?”

She shook her head in confusion.  Then he guided Edward’s finger to Sophia’s mouth and demanded that she take it in.  Closing her eyes, she took the finger moistened with her own juices into her mouth.  Even this wasn’t enough for her tormenter.  “Suck on his finger.  You’re going to have to learn to suck really well, slave.”

A man called out, “I’ll give her something to practice on, Dev.”  Devine shook his head.  “I’m going to have to prepare and train her before I allow her to perform.”

Again, Sophia felt shivers of alarm at his words.  What could be worse than what she was enduring right now?

“Now I believe I need a woman’s opinion.”  There were several eager volunteers, but he chose a young actress who was currently warming the bed of his good friend, Peter Lacey.  She was clearly enjoying the game and stepped forward eagerly.

“You have such slender fingers, you’ll need to use two of them.  Let me wet them for you.”  Devine sucked on the actress’s fingers while she giggled and Lacey sulked.  She shoved her fingers inside Sophia where she wiggled them around and from side-to-side. A warm blush stained Sophia’s cheeks at being probed by a woman like this.

       The actress nodded her head sagely, “Feels like a virgin to me, My Lord.”

       Devine then licked her fingers again.  He now addressed Sophia, “You can roll onto your stomach, slave, and wait for me.”  As Sophia gratefully closed her legs and turned her body away from the prying eyes, Lord Devine smacked her bottom, leaving a red mark on her pale white skin.  She pressed her body onto the table and happened to look up just as Sir Geoffrey was leaving the room. 

       He gave her a pitying look before sweeping out, and cursed himself for his slowness in procuring the girl for himself.  If he’d realized how mercenary her aunt really was, he’d have used that months ago.  Now she would be out of his grasp forever.  If half of what he heard about Dev were true, he’d ruin the girl. Allerton sighed again. She could have led a pampered existence under his care. Oh, certainly, he would have shared her with his two sons, but that was nothing compared to what Dev had in store for her.  Shaking his head, he went out into the rain.

In short order, Devine secured his “possession” and left the gaming house.  He made her leave everything she owned behind, including all of her clothes save one dark cloak that he threw over her nakedness. As she left, her aunt pulled her aside for one last admonishment.  “Remember your brothers.”