Page 6 of Auctioned to the Biker

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his lips barely brushing the side of my neck. His praise makes my clit throb. “Now bend over and take your punishment.”

I turn and look at him over my shoulder, but he grips my chin and faces me forward before pushing me down on the bed. I catch myself on my hands, chancing another look over my shoulder.

Morrison is standing behind me, running a hand through his hair and then scrubbing it down his face, tugging at his well-groomed beard.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m going to hell for the things I want to do to that ass,” he mutters under his breath.

“So do it,” I press, loving the spark of fire in his smirk. He’s so damn hot and commanding. Everything about him.

His eyes snap to mine, brimming with lust. Morrison snarls and grasps the thin strings of my emerald green thong, ripping it off and tossing it aside. His show of strength, of his barely restrained hunger, has my legs shaking and my core pulsing with need.

I open my mouth to tell him to do something, but then he smacks my ass, the sharp crack echoing around the room. I don’t register the sting at first, too shocked to feel anything at all. Then my skin heats up and a bite of pain travels through me.

I gasp and try pushing myself up, but he’s on me in a second. Morrison kicks my legs apart, stepping closer to me as he presses a hand between my shoulder blades, keeping me bent over on the bed.

He spanks me again, harder this time, making me cry out in pleasure and buck my hips. The raw emotion mixed with my stinging flesh and throbbing pussy is enough to make me light-headed.

"Fuck yes, take it, little girl," he snarls, his hand coming down on my ass with a smack. "This is for showing off your perfect, sexy-as-hell body for any man to look at," he growls.

I twist away from him, though I don’t really want to leave. Tears fall freely down my cheeks and my bottom is sore and stinging, but I crave whatever this is. I feel something breaking loose inside me, a weight I didn’t know I was carrying.

Morrison slides the hand on my back up, up, up, until his fingers twist in my hair. He tugs at the strands roughly, angling my head so he can lean down and brush his lips against mine. My heart is hammering in my chest as he breathes me in and smooths his other hand over the sensitive area he just spanked.

His fingers trail lower, lower, lower, until they dip into my drenched folds, sliding up and down. My eyes roll into the backof my head and I gasp softly at how fuckinggoodit feels. The pain quickly turns to the most unimaginable pleasure.

Morrison grunts and nips at my bottom lip as he slides a finger inside my pulsing channel. I whimper into his mouth and he slips his tongue inside, kissing me as he fucks me with his finger.

God, I’m so close to coming, my muscles pulled tight, my bones vibrating beneath my skin, every part of me crying out and begging for release.

And then his hand is gone.

I’m about to protest when he lands three rough blows on my ass and upper thighs before plunging two fingers into my pussy and twisting them to hit some spot that brings me right up to the edge again.

“That was for putting yourself in a dangerous situation,” he grunts. “And this is for not coming to me first. I would have prevented all of this from happening. I would have saved you from it all becauseyou’re mine.” His voice rumbles through my body, the possessiveness in those two words making me melt for him. “It’s time you learn exactly what that means.” He withdraws his hand and smacks my cheeks, first one, then the other.

I whimper and writhe beneath this powerful man, wanting more, even if I don’t know what that is. He’s so sure of himself, so sure of me and what I need. It’s intoxicating, having Morrison’s attention like this.

Once again, he caresses the sore spot he just left on my ass before gently rubbing circles on my swollen clit. My arms give out and I fall forward, caught only by his hand, still wrapped around my hair.

“Fuck, love seeing you surrender, babygirl. Love knowing you trust me.”

“Who said I trust you?” I lie through chattering teeth. I feel like I’m going to explode. Pain, pleasure, lust, and longing war for control inside my body.

Morrison chuckles darkly before spanking me again, harder this time. Hard enough to make me scream. Hard enough to make me cry. Hard enough to make me pulse and throb and come in a vicious wave of ecstasy.

“Holy fuck,” he growls, spanking me again to set off another wave of brutal bliss. “Lie to me again, little girl,” he threatens. “Or tell me the truth.”

I moan and twist my hips, not sure if I want to scramble out of his arms or curl up into his chest. “What truth?” I whisper, shaking with the intensity of this moment.

“You want this. You need this. You’re mine. My babygirl.Mine.”

“Are you mine?” I manage to grit out, though I think it might have come off as a pathetic whimper.

“Yes,” he answers immediately, his tone firm and commanding. “I don’t know why it took me seeing you on stage to snap me to my senses, but now that you’re here, I’m not letting you go.”

God, I wish he was for real. This is all part of the fantasy though, right? I have to keep reminding myself of that.

“Micaela,” Morrison bites out. “Tell me you understand. Tell me you’re mine.”

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