Page 115 of Cherry Auction

Fuck, I’m so thrilled by his nearness. And I’msogoddamned wet.

“I love every one of Sir’s touches. However they come.”

“Is that right?” he growls, and a hand drops to squeeze my ass, right where he just paddled me.

I cry out, and almost come again from the pain and his nearness.

He immediately releases me and steps back.

“Fuck you’re a live-wire, aren’t you?”

Then he steps around to the side and I see his hand right before he reaches and grabs my nipple to twist it.

My mouth drops open at the exquisite pain. He just holds it in the twisted position, ruthlessly. I lift up on my toes, my whole body feeling like it centralizes on the pain he’s eliciting in my left breast.

My legs tighten and I let out a little squeak.

“Fuck me,” he mutters darkly. “You’re going to come the second I let this go, aren’t you?

I can only squeak again.

He lets out a huff of a laugh. “And goddamit, I’m so fucking hard right now, my dick could break through a goddamned boulder.”

He bends down so his hot breath is right in my ear again, his brogue suddenly coming on deep. “So I tell ya what, love. I’m gonna fuck every hole of yours now, so ya know yur mine, just as much as Anna is. And yur gonna come when I fuck your sweet little cunny. And then when I fuck your face. Because now you’ve promised you’ll swallow my cock like a good little slut, well that’s a ticket I’m gonna cash in. And then I’m gonna take yur asshole, because I’m a dirty motherfucker and I want it. So I’m gonna take it. Do ya understand me, slut?”

“As long as you make it hurt, Sir.”

“That’s the right answer, Pet.”

He lets go of my nipple and then spanks me. Hard.

I shudder from the flood of endorphins at him releasing my nipple, but am too distracted by him spanking me to come.

He spanks me once, and then twice.

Then over and over. Unforgiving smacks that have me quickly dancing on my tiptoes again and writhing in my bonds. Especially when he gets me in a spot the paddle already landed. Goddamn, that smarts!

My fingers clench around the ropes binding my wrists as my pussy clenches, so fucking wet. I always suspected it could be like this.

I dreamt about this for years after he was gone. Whenever my father locked me in the closet, or in the box beneath my bed, or in the big barrel out back when it was raining. I’dthink of Donny hurting me for my sins and it would make me come in the dark. Just thinking of what his dark touch might feel like. I always thought it meant I was even more fucked up.

But it turns out I’m fucked up just like him.

“Please, Sir,” I beg desperately. Because he said I could only come when he fucked my cunt and my face and my ass, and he’s not doing any of those things right now.

He’s just spanking me like the bad girl I am, making me dance where he’s got me bound up so tight.

“Please.Please—” I whine.

And then I hear the barest noise of a zipper and then the slightest pressure of his chest at my back, his long, thick cock slipping between my spread legs.

He thrusts in my cunt—hard.

The girl has had him all weekend but this is the first timeI?—

I gasp out in such absolute exhilaration and singing freedom and dark pleasure as I clench down all my inner muscles on his cock.

Mine.

---