Page 21 of Once Upon A Sale

The only warning I have that he’s about to fuck me into submission is the reflection in the mirror of his hips rearing back seconds before his dick is slamming inside my pussy. A strangled moan escapes my mouth at the sheer brutality of his thrust, and once he’s fully seated inside me, he leans down until his mouth is flush with my ear.

“This weekend is gonna be so much fun. I’m gonna. Fuck you. In. Every. Single. One of your. Holes.” Every pause is followed by a deep plunge into me and I can’t deny how fucking good he feels. I can’t help the way my legs part just a little more and my breathing hitches with every one of his touches. I can’t ignore the burn of his fingers against the side of my face as he pushes me into the mirror where I can both see him and his reflection.

I refuse to lie and say I’m not fucking loving this hardcore fuck I’m getting, but in the back of my mind, I know there’s more to this story than meets the eye.

As Rhett pummels in and out of me, I rub my clit against the surface of the counter but it’s no use. There isn’t nearly enough friction to get me off and at this angle, an orgasm seems fleeting at best.

“I wanna come.” I don’t think, those words just tumble out of my mouth and into the space between us.

“You’ll come when you deserve the privilege.”

Goddammit. He wasn’t kidding about his Dominant side. He’s not an amateur, he’s playing the game from start to finish, and if I weren’t so high on need, I’d applaud his performance. But fuck, I’m so close…so damn close, and he’s going to make me work for it.

“Please.” I won’t call him sir. That’s what my mother called my father and I won’t be that. I won’t become that.

“Please what?”

I don’t answer and just suck it up. He doesn’t want me to come? Fine. I’ll do it myself when he’s asleep.

“Kitten got your tongue?” Rhett pulls out of me, turning me so we’re facing each other and I’m sitting like a normal human on the bathroom counter.

“No.”

“Hmmm.” His eyes dart from one of mine to the other like he’s reading a book and he’s completely enthralled by it. “There's a story in your silence, Ophelia.”

“Sunny.” This time, my tone isn’t as harsh, but I like reminding him that there are rules in place and he can’t break them any more than the others from the auction. It’s like I’m reminding him that he’s nothing special and my little tantrum makes me feel much better.

“The pseudonym is to protect the participants’ identities. You and me? We’re far from strangers, my juicy peach.” On his last syllable, he slams right back inside me, his fingers tangled in my hair as he pulls my head back and exposes my neck to his hungry mouth.

I’m so caught up on his sucking and licking that I barely register the way his fingers pinch my nipple or the force of his pounding as he bottoms out on every plunge inside. This time, when his mouth comes back up to mine, I don’t hesitate and I don’t pretend. Instead of giving as hard as I’m getting, I double down and ramp up the intensity. My teeth sink into his bottom lip, and without a single thought, I draw blood.

To his credit, Rhett doesn’t even flinch, he just bites me right back, tenfold. My taste buds are assaulted by the distinct coppery taste of my blood, and probably his as well, but it doesn’t take away from this delicious moment between us.

Only once I’m convinced that my mind is about to fucking check right out from the intensity does Rhett bring his fingers to my clit and flick the swollen nub once, twice, and I fucking lose my mind.

His hips never stop, fucking me through my orgasm as my lungs try to fill with air after every cry of pleasure I expel in that tiny bathroom.

“That’s it, my gorgeous little demon. Come for me.” This time, he’s the one to lose his finely tuned control. It’s not overt and it’s not as outright as me, but I notice the way his brow turns down like he can’t understand what’s going on.

He enjoyed watching me come. My orgasm fed his own and he’s wondering what the fuck just happened. I understand him because my brain is having a hard time coming to grips with just how good that orgasm felt.

“I guess we started off the weekend with a bang.” He doesn’t laugh, outright, at my joke but the corners of his lips turn up just enough for me to see the crinkle in eyes.

Yeah, Rhett, I’ve got you hooked.

Now, let’s work that to my advantage.

Sliding out from beneath the sheets, I swoop my arm across the back of the couch chair and take Rhett’s white button down shirt so I can put it on. It’s crisp, and as I bring the collar to my nose, I recognize the woodsy scent from the small time we spent wrapped up in each other at the club all those nights ago.

I roll my eyes at myself, because acting this infatuated with a guy is not normal, and go about buttoning from the bottom to half-way up my torso.

The bedroom is right under the peaked roof, one side open to the downstairs living room, the other a wall of windows with a breathtaking view of a clear, calm lake. I’m not sure which lake this is. Seems too small to be a Great Lake but I’m not familiar enough with the geography up north to even pretend to name bodies of water.

It’s gorgeous, though, that’s for sure.

As I lean against the window sill, I wonder what exactly I’ve gotten myself into. This weekend was supposed to be about catching the vile piece of shit who’s been kidnapping young girls and training them to be vessels for depraved men, yet here I am, fucking my way through each room of a country cabin with no neighbors in sight.

I suppose the chances of getting picked by the right guy were slim to none but I couldn’t let the inkling of an opportunity go by unchecked. Hell, maybe the guy wasn’t even there tonight, maybe this was just fate telling me I needed a great fuck in my life.

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