Page 14 of Auctioned to the Titan

“So, what do you like about these books.”

I shrug. “Everything. I like getting lost in my imagination and books help me do that. They pull me away from the real world.”

His lips curve into a slow smile, the kind that makes my stomach flutter. He leans back into the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. “There are some realities that can be better than your imagination, you know?”

My heart skips a beat at his words and instantly the heat between us starts growing again.

What exactly is it about Damon that instantly sets my skin on fire and makes the spot between my legs pool? What about him draws me in so much that I feel like I can trust him with anything, even though I’ve known him less than 24 hours?

And now that he mentions a better reality, the idea that I can bring one of my books to life fills me with so much excitement, I feel the wetness between my thighs grow.

There’s something I’ve always wanted to try, something I’ve fantasized about but never thought I’d have the courage to do.

I hesitate for a moment, biting my lip as I glance at him, unsure if I can actually go through with it.

Damon leans forward and lifts my chin so our eyes meet. “What is it? Tell me, Alice.”

I swallow hard, gathering my courage by not looking away from him. Something about his eyes makes me feel like I can do or say whatever the hell I want.

“I… I’ve always wanted to try something.”

His lips twitch and I can see he’s trying not to smile. “Something from your books? Like a kink?”

I nod and the smile from his face disappears. He’s taking me seriously now.

“What do you need me to do, baby girl?”

“The same thing you did last night. Teach me.”

“Teach you what?”

“How to be a good baby girl. For Daddy.”

The moment the word slips from my lips, Damon’s eyes darken with something raw and primal. There’s only a flicker of surprise, but it’s quickly replaced with a hunger and ferocity that makes my head spin.

He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a toe-curling kiss. He kisses me like he wants to consume me, own me, possess me. And I love every fucking second of it.

He pulls back. “Get off the bed and come back again. But this time, come on all fours. When you get here, tell me what you want to do.”

Like last night, I obey every instruction he gives. I hop off the bed, walk a certain distance away, and then turn back and get on all fours.

With a deep breath, I start crawling toward him, feeling both bold and nervous at the same time. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed with his legs wide open and I stop between them.

I look up at him, my heart racing as I place my hands on his thighs. His breath hitches at the contact, and the tension between us sparks like a live wire.

“I want to please you.”

“Try that again.”

I say, innocently, “I want to please you, Daddy.”

The word draws out the exact reaction I’m looking for. He holds my chin, firmly but not painfully.

“You want to make Daddy happy?”

I nod, feeling a surge of confidence now. Seeing the effect I’m having on him, the way his control is slipping, makes me feel powerful.

He grabs me by the hair and pulls me in for a kiss. He’s all suction and domination as his tongue sweeps through my mouth and he holds my head the way he wants it.

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