Another two-shot! Dominant, Possessive Al Sah-him Oliver is always a favourite of mine to write and it seems that you all seem to love reading it woo
Blending three prompts into one because of reasons!
Anonymous said: 'Fight me' was one of the best Bratva Olicity Smut I have ever read. I read you are taking prompts- I demand an Olicity BDSM story. And you can totally make Oliver rescue Felicity from a rogue dom. Please :)
Anonymous said: OMG yur new fic Fight me is fantastic. I also love Of Species so much. I was wondering if you have any plans to write something AlShahim related. U are awesome.!
Anonymous said: I love your olicity fics! And I was wondering if you could do a prompt of mine? Prompt: oliver and felicity have a Dom/sub relationship and after a pretty heavy session, felicity needs heavy aftercare. Thank you!
"It's Al Sah-him!" someone gasped from the crowded floor of the League of Assassins auction room. Felicity looked up in time to see Al Sah-him emerging from the shadows of the room, stepping fully into the light, strolling confidently towards the platform.
Felicity was shocked, for the man never showed up to the auctions. People moved out of his way, allowing him a path of power. The men surrounding the platform moved back, allowing him middle and front rights of the woman that were standing half naked on the platform. Felicity was off to the side, holding a tray of temporary collars for the women on the stage for when they were brought by one of the League men.
She severed on auctions nights, it was one of the ways to guarantee that she wouldn't get bid on. She didn't ever want to be sold to one of the men in the League. She knew the women on the platform were willing, they wanted to spend a night submitting to the dominant men of the League. Felicity wasn't one of those women. She was a free spirited woman, as free as the League would allow her at least. The thought of submitting to one of these men terrified her.
Yet, she knew deep in her heart, that if she found the right man, the right dominant, she would submit her every will to him. But she knew it wasn't in her near future, and for now, that was fine with her.
She vaguely noticed the other Master's surrounding the platform, all taking their time to gaze upon the woman presented for them. The Demon's Head, the leader of the League of Assassins was the Master and he appointed men to be on his level of power within the League. There were six Master's and besides the Demon's Head, Al Sah-him was one of the most dominant Master's. He was not a Dom to disobey. If any sub was brave enough to go against Al Sah-him, it was highly likely that she was never seen again on auction nights.
Felicity liked to look at him, not that she had ever seen that much of him. He was always in his Al Sah-him League gear, mask and all. His weapons were always strapped around his waist, as were all the Master's, as they were the only ones who were allowed to have weapons on them on auction nights. But it was his height and eyes that fascinated her. She loved tall men, most League men were but he just stood out to her. And his eyes. Never had his blue eyes met hers, but she could see how blue they were from across a darkened room.
She startled when the Demon's Head's voice rang out within the auction room, gaining everyones attention within seconds. Masters were able to do that. Their voices carried power, carried authority. Everything about the six men screamed power and authority. He announced the opening of the auction, beginning with two woman that liked to be sub-sisters, they had been long time friends and had become a joint force. If a Dom wanted one, he got both, but Felicity hadn't heard a Dom ever complain.
They were brought fast, It seemed that a lot of the male League members liked the sub-sisters. The League Dom came to Felicity first, stopping her from rushing forward to offer him the tray of collars, and picked two matching ones, trailing back to the sub-sisters. A woman with fiery red hair was brought next, her eyes widening on Malcolm, one of the six Masters, as he moved forward to claim his prize. Felicity hurried forward with the collars, knowing he would except to have the collars offered to him. She flinched when the bright light touched her but forced herself to stay on course. He didn't look at her as he reached for the silver chain collar, though he did thank her. Felicity watched as he put it on the woman, moving her hair gently away from her neck to fasten the collar to her.
Felicity swallowed deeply, hating that the skin around her neck tingled, as if it was telling her that she needed a collar too. She didn't want to be owned, in no way did she want to be given to one of the League men but it seemed her body had completely different ideas. She stepped of the platform, watching as five more woman were auctioned off.
She noticed that only two of the Master's were left, both standing next to each other as they gazed at the last three woman on the platform. Two more Dom's stepped forward, their eyes focused on the small, meek, brunette that stared up the huge men. Felicity knew that they were very good friends and they liked to play with woman together. So she really wasn't surprised when they surrounded the small woman, their deep voices even making Felicity swoon.
She hurried forward again, blushing when one of the Doms gripped her chin in his palm, grinning at her roguishly as he used his other hand to pick up the red collar on the tray. As the Dom let her go, Felicity turned her head to the other woman when she heard her whisper something. The other Dom had the woman arched against his chest, his fist tangled in her hair as he bared her neck to the Dom with the collar. Felicity scampered off as they fastened the collar to the sub, needing to get away from the light and the Doms.
With two women left and about a dozen men, Felicity was intrigued to see how much the men would bid for them. The raven head woman who had a very defiant look about her, had her arms crossed over her chest as she was bargained off, going for a little over half a million. She didn't move when Felicity handed a collar over to the Dom who had brought her and Felicity had to hurry away when the Dom growled at the woman when she didn't drop to her knees when he told her too. Felicity could admire a woman who wasn't afraid to still have some fight left in her, but Felicity had a feeling that the woman liked a little bit of pain, which was why she liked to push at the sub boundaries.
Just as Felicity began to make her way off the platform, a voice rang out, stopping her in her tracks.
"How much for the collar girl?" she swung her head towards the voice, watching as Slade, another member of the six Master's, stepped onto the stage, walking towards her. She stared at him in shock and then glanced around the room. Every head was turned in her direction, she had the very attention of every League member that had shown up tonight, even the ones who had already began their night of sexual fun.
She couldn't find her voice as her gaze swung back to Slade, a man she knew was a hardcore sadist. He was one of the most terrifying men she had ever come across, not just because he was big and intimidating, but also because he liked to cause pain with the subs who submitted to him. Felicity knew that the woman who kneeled for him were all willing, every sub had a way out, but she could never understand why the women loved the welts, cuts and bruises he left on their bodies.
He moved closer to her and Felicity hurried back from him as she sought out the Demon's Head. She did not want to be in the auction. She refused. There was no way she was going to be sold to this man. She wasn't into pain, she knew what she liked and it was definitely not pain. She couldn't stand the thought of what this man could and would do to her.
"The servers are not for sale, Master Slade." The Demon's Head chuckled. She nodded her head in agreement. She wasn't for sale, she served and that was it. She didn't get involved with the Doms of the League and she definitely didn't get involved with the Masters of the League.
"I want this one. I'll pay half a million for her" he growled back. She gaped at him and then at the Demon's Head as he moved onto the stage. The man was intimidating as hell, and knew it too. He could command a whole room with just his presence. Felicity bowed her head to him out of respect, not that she really had a choice, his power was insane and it was almost as if the sheer force of his power just overpowered her body so she was forced to submit to him.
"Well, half a million, you say?" the Demon's Head murmured. Felicity swallowed hard, suddenly feeling dizzy as a cruel smile curled Master Slade's lip, his hand reaching for her as the Demon's Head began to count down. Vulnerability suddenly chocked her and an anxiety that she had never experienced filled her with such dread that her eyes actually began to fill with tears.
Slade, confident with his soon-to-be win, stepped closer to her, his hand curling around her arm and pulling her frozen body towards him. He was in his League clothes, the dark leather seeming to scream at her as her heart began to pound frantically in her chest.
"Going twice to Master Slade." the Demon's Head called out. She tore her gaze away from the man in front of her, desperately searching for someone in the crowd to save her. Fear overwhelmed her then, and she let out a sobbing breath as she bowed her head in complete defeat.
"One million, the woman is to be mine." a male voice growled. Felicity swung her gaze towards the voice, her knees nearly buckling when Al Sah-him stepped onto the platform. The whole room filled with noise, the shock that Al Sah-him was bidding one million on a server. Al Sah-him never bid, never actually brought a woman on auction nights. He had no reason too.
Slade didn't back away from Felicity, just moved behind her, his hand going to her hip as Al Sah-him let his hand fall to his sword at his waist. Al Sah-him's presence was undeniably commanding. While every other League member carried the air of domination, Al Sah-him was a force to be reckoned with.
"Back down. Demon's Head was just about to award her to me." Slade said sternly.
The look Al Sah-him gave Master Slade was callous.
"There was no finalisation, therefore, as I outbid you, the woman is mine." he growled. Felicity was pushed back then, Slade moving in front of her, his hand going to the sword at his waist.
"You wish to challenge me?" he snapped.
"I will challenge anyone for the right to claim this woman." Al Sah-him snarled, pulling his sword from its sheath. His sword was larger, and more lethal looking as it sliced through the air. The whole exchange was barbaric, and Felicity had to fight the urge to faint when the tip of the blade stopped in front of her face.
She couldn't believe it. Two out of the six Master's were fighting over her, and the one in front of her, the dark and dangerous League member, wanted her.
"Back down, Slade." the Demon's Head barked out, stepping towards the group.
"Do you wish to die tonight, Slade." Al Sah-him hissed. Slade stood his ground for a few more long seconds and Felicity held her breath as he gave a slight bow to Al Sah-him before moving away from them. Al Sah-him made his way up to her, sliding his sword into its sheath as he stopped in front of her, looming over her. She couldn't look up at him, her knees buckling, the need to fall to them almost overwhelming.
His big hand moved suddenly and she gasped when he circled her neck with it. He forced her head back and he gazed down at her with heated eyes. He moved his hand back, threading his fingers tight into her hair until he had it wrapped around his wrist. He tilted her head back more, forcing her to look nowhere but at him. His eyes burned with something, she couldn't tell and before she even had time to think on it, his mouth crushed down on hers. The kiss was hot, hard and completely dominating, claiming her for all to see in the most primal way.
She could faintly hear cheering, rowdy comments surrounding them as his lips moved over hers, his other hand sliding to her waist. Despite her not wanting to be apart of the auction, or the display Al Sah-him was suddenly forcing upon her, a thrill shot through her, the spot between her legs pooling with liquid heat. His tongue delved deep into her mouth, his gloved fingers trailing from her hip to her ass as he pulled her to him. She didn't miss the hard ridge of his cock when he pressed them together, and she let out a weak moan and brought her hands up to grip his leather coat.
He broke off their kiss, his hand pulling at her hair till tears filled her eyes at the slight pain. He gazed down at her, eyes watching her face for something. She stared up at him in awe, completely flabbergasted that Al Sah-him had just kissed her.
"Al Sah-him, you bid one million on the woman but she was not a part of the auction. You are going to need her complete acceptance before you can move forward with the payment." the Demon's Head murmured, stepping up next to them.
Al Sah-him didn't break eye contact with her as the words of their leader reached them. He forced her to keep eye contact with her, forced her to look into the depths of his blue eyes. She couldn't think, couldn't do anything but stare up at the man who had just given her the most heart shattering kiss. The Demon's Head was giving her the chance to turn Al Sah-him down, giving her the way out all subs got. But did she? She hadn't wanted to be in the auction but the man she had been fascinated in for years had placed one of the highest bids on her. She either turned the option down and become a pariah within the League for turning down Al Sah-him or she followed through with her fascination.
"Kneel." Al Sah-him growled. She dropped to her knees without thinking, her submission coming to easy. "Answer the Demon's Head."
She began to shake, her brain too clouded to even register what she was being asked to talk about. She stared wide eyed at the black boots of Al Sah-him, flinching when they moved out of the way and a new pair dropped into view. Warm fingers gripped her chin and forced her head up. She was shocked to gaze into the eyes of the Demon's Head. He watched her face, watching for signs, anything. He tilted his head and she followed his movement, as if she were hypnotised by him. His grin startled her and she sucked in a breath when he rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip.
"This one will be yours, Al Sah-him. You will get your money's worth and more." the Demon's Head purred, his word finalising her fate.
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