Page 39 of Cherry Auction

Then he pulls away all together, warmth completely gone.

I barely keep in the feral scream of fury building in my throat as he exits the room.

FIFTEEN

DOMHNALL

I stride awayand punch in the passcode, forcing myself not to show the weakness of looking over my shoulder at her no matter how much I want to. Still, it eats at me, and I have to fight myself not to turn back.

Mads, gorgeous Mads, laid out trembling, dripping, spread wide on the bench.

Is she still on the apparatus? Is she flipping me off? I can’t wait to get upstairs to see everything. To watch exactly what she does next. She was playing at obedience so well today. Will she keep it up when I’m gone?

I’m painfully hard and every instinct tells me to reach ahand down to offer myself relief as soon as the elevator doors shut behind me.

But today it felt like we reached a new… level.

I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had a sub around this long. I’m a strictly one night and done sort of dom. Is this what Caleb meant when he said there was something to having a sub around for longer. By… bonding with one.

I bark a laugh at the thought. I’m not bonding with her. I’m playing the game. I’m bondingherto me.

Iam the one in control here. Just look at the way she trembled beneath me in spite of herself. If I was shaking a little, too, well, I was still the one doing the tormenting.

Once I’m upstairs, I immediately slide in behind my desk and pull up two of my cameras. I’m delighted to find her only now climbing off the bench.

Did she wait for me intentionally or was she just so affected by our little scene that she couldn’t move till now? Most subs telegraph everything they’re feeling on their faces, but Mads is the ultimate chameleon. Apart from pleasure, I’ll never know what she’s actually feeling, will I?

My cock leaps in my pants.

Every muscle in my body is clenched tight as I watch, breath bated, as she walks unsteadily over to the bed and climbs on. At first, she just sits on the edge of the bed. For a moment, she stares straight ahead, and then, her chest visibly inflating as she takes a large breath, she looks up at the O-ringcamera.

I almost fucking nut right there.

But at the same time, the phone rings.

I snatch it up and bark, “What?”

“Jesus, Domhn. Caleb just told me Quinn told him that you still have the girl at the house and you aren’t letting her go. Do you know what kind of liability you’re exposing the club to if this girl comes back and sues?”

It’s Marcus on the phone. He’s a corporate finance lawyer and club member who helped with the auction. Of course Quinn went squealing to him. I thought I’d gotten her off my back, but now here she is starting shit.

Marcus continues on his tear, “You know NDAs aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on these days. What the f?—”

He cuts off mid-rant, his voice suddenly lowering. “Oh! What a beautiful drawing, sweetie. Why don’t you color it in with the purple crayon and Daddy will be right back after this little phone call?”

I hear the noise of a door slammed, my eyes still drilling into the screen as a naked Madison slowly scoots to the middle of the mattress. I zoom in on her face, loving the embarrassed bloom to her cheeks.

“I’m in the middle of something,” I say. “I’ll call you back.”

“No, you can’t fucking call me back,” Marcus whispers heatedly. “Did you hear a word I said? What the fuck are you doing with this woman? You need to let Quinn pick her up immediately. And pray she’s happy with the payout anddoesn’t decide to take legal action against you. Because we both know she could get an even bigger payday than fifty million if she seeks restitution for mental and physical suffering?—”

“She won’t call the cops. She’s a crook,” I quip. I don’t have fucking time for this. Madison’s just spread her legs. Her hand descends shyly down her stomach. “She conned her way across the better part of Ireland, the rest of Europe, I imagine, and I’d be shocked if she hasn’t done the same here in the States. I’m doing the world a favor, really, and locking up a dangerous criminal.”

At least one half of a dangerous criminal enterprise, anyway. Her father might have been the one with a penchant for violence, but she was the hunter who put little stupid fishes like me on the hook for him.

Now I’m furious that my cock is so hard. I yank out my key ring from my pocket and unlock the bottom drawer of my desk. I don’t reach for what’s inside yet.

Marcus starts to say something else, but I hang up on him and ignore when the phone rings again.

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