Page 14 of Auctioned to the Prisoners

Or she thinks this is what she needs to do to stay safe.

The thud of my heart against my chest is a percussion beat that I can’t ignore. It makes me want to move faster, grip hard, thrust up, and take this woman with a frenzy she wouldn’t handle.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “Fuck, Lory. You feel so good. You feel so fucking good.”

Her hands thread over my short hair, her fingers teasing against my scalp, setting all my nerve endings alight, and in a flash, I have her on her back, eyes glazed and gazing up at me, chest heaving. I grip her wrists against the mattress, which bows under our weight. I nuzzle between her breasts, inhaling her scent, something floral mixed with her feminine essence that makes me feral.

“Lory,” I mouth against her skin. “Lory, Lory, Lory.”

Trailing lower, I tongue her navel, enjoying the way she squirms as I get closer.

“Can I kiss you here?”

I lick beneath the edge of her panties, and she wriggles. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

I look up, measuring her expression. Her eyelids are low over her pretty dark eyes, and her lashes are thick, even without makeup. Her lips are parted like she’s waiting to say something else. Across her body, goosebumps prickle her skin. She’s aroused.

With palms pressed against the inside of her thighs, I lick a stripe over her barely-there panties, relishing the dampness of the fabric and tasting the hint of sweetness.

God, it’s been so long that I hardly know what to do with myself. I want to feast and gorge, but if I let go of my tightly held control, it could be too much. Too much for her and too much for me when I remember the man I used to be.

“I want to take these off,” I tell her, no longer asking. When I tug them down her legs, she assists by pressing her knees together, giving me the chance to relish spreading her open all over again, but this time, there’s no tease, just the perfect opening of her sweet pink pussy.

Holy fuck.

My mouth waters, all my senses kicking into overdrive. She’s going to taste so good. I just know she is. Her little petals have bloomed open, revealing the little nub of her clit and the tiniest little hole.

We’re going to wreck her. I know we are, and I can’t even feel bad about it. She’ll feel so tight around my dick, so slick and good. But first, I have to get her off. With my eyes on hers, I bend, inhaling, then licking out to tap the tip of her clit with my tongue. She flinches at the contact, dropping her legs open wider and reaching to clutch the back of my head. I like her eagerness, but I need her to know I’m in control. I’ll do what I want to her trembling little body. Her dress rests on the floor, and I scoop it up. When I gather her wrists in one of my hands, her dark eyes go wide, and when I twist the dress and knot her tothe bedframe, pulling her tits high and tight, her expression goes fearful.

Maybe it’s too soon to show her what I like, but the result will be more mind-blowing now she’s restrained. I’ll prove to her that giving up control of her body to me is worth it.

“That’s better.” I climb back on top of her and smile as she licks her lips. “Now you’re really mine.”

A little twist of her nipple causes her to arch against the restraints, twisting her body perfectly. The little whimpering noise she makes tightens my balls and gives me the cool clarity I love. I twist again, harder, and she bucks against my thigh, pressing her bare pussy against the rough fabric of my overalls. She hungry.

When I spread her thighs again and dip low, she smells ravenous.

Pushing my tongue down through her slit, I press into her hole, curling upward. Her legs snap in, thighs pressing against my ears, and I moan long and deep. Fuck. This is everything I missed. Everything I couldn’t bring myself to believe would ever happen to me again.

I have a woman, bound and captive. She’s mine to own. Mine to bend and break. Mine to ruin. And I’m only getting started.

I lick and suck, flick, and tease, relishing the little panting sounds she makes and the creaks of the bed as she tugs against the restraints. When she trembles and her hips thrust up, I keep the same rhythm and push two fingers inside her, curling up, pumping in and out. She’s so close. So close. With my free hand, I reach up to twist her nipple again, and she goes off like a rocket, gushing between my fingers, clamping down hard in rhythmic pulses that trap me inside her.

Between my legs, my cock is leaking pre-cum, my balls aching and tight, and I’m singularly focused on my release, butbefore I think about what I should do next, the sound of the key code being tapped in on the outer door cuts through the rumble of the TV and Lory’s frantic breaths.

Someone’s coming, and I need to know who it is.

7

LORY

CAPTIVATING PLEASURE

Kinkaid is up and off the bed as I come down from the blissful orgasm he coaxed out of me like a master magician. My head is still spinning, lights flashing behind the darkness of my eyelids. When he pulls his fingers from inside me, I curl onto my side, panting, sweating, trying to catch my breath.

No one has ever made me come like that before.

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