Page 44 of Cherry Auction

A bright spot of pain lights up my already sore ass when the thuddy tendrils of a flogger, harsher than the first one he used but gentler than everything else, lands. I suck in a stuttering breath. “Thank you, Sir. Two.”

I gasp as the gentle flogger flips up between my spread legs and licks at my pussy. I wasn’t wet until now, but at the gentle sting, moisture immediately springs up. I want to rub my legs together, but of course that’s impossible with them spread and cuffed on the X.

“T-thank you, S-Sir,” I barely manage to breathe out. “One please.”

His voice comes out husky. “You can still say red. Anytime with no consequence. You’ve done so well. Perfect in fact. You’re exquisite. I’d like to reward you. And myself.”

What does that mean?

But he answers quickly enough. I’m still facing the wall,but I feel him as he crawls between my legs. And Idefinitelyfeel his mouth, breathing warm breaththere,in and out for several moments signaling what he’s about to do.

Red. I can say red. The fog clears and I try to pretend that I’m not saying red because I’m still playing chess. But I can’t lie to myself like that.

I want his mouth on me. After the experience we just went through together and the rollercoaster of intense sensation, Ineedhis mouth on me and the ecstasy I know will follow. I could argue I deserve it, even.

But I think that’s a lie too. I just fucking want it. Fuck the ghosts. The me that’smewants it. Little needy whines escape my throat, the longer he lingers, hot breaths tickling me and driving my need higher.

Maybe he’s twisted my mind. Maybe somewhere in this I’ve gotten befuddled and turned backwards inside out on myself.

But the man who whispered in an intimate brogue about going loose and giving in—Iwantthat man. In spite of how insane these fucking circumstances are. Fuck sanity. Fuck chess and all my well-laid plans. The craving has struck, and I need him with a wild fury as he waits, poised there between my legs.

“Please, Sir,” I beg, my voice breaking with need.

The second the words escape my lips, his mouth is there. There’s just enough space between the St. Andrews Cross and the wall for his head. He clasps my sore ass in his hands,clenching in a way that lights up the pain and sends me right back up into the swirly space as he drags my sex into his voracious mouth.

He only pulls away for a moment to demand, “Scream for me.”

So I do.

It feels— Oh god?—

I open my mouth and let out a high-pitched moan that rises up the scale as he drops his jaw, lunges forward, and devours me. I can’t tell where my body ends and his mouth begins. His tongue, oh god, histongue?—

The orgasm denied yesterday howls back to life and I scream, pelvis spasming against his face. His fingers dig into my ass. He knows he’s digging into the soreness. The pain and pleasure spike simultaneously, the one driving the other, taking it higher than it’s ever been.

It ramps higher and higher, my entire body shaking.

And when I finally come, I shudder hard, once, twice, white spots taking over my vision and then I collapse against the cross.

Tears flow down my cheeks. “Please, Sir,” I beg with the last of my energy. “Who am I to you?”

“The love of my life.” His voice is hard. “And my greatest mistake.”

SEVENTEEN

DOMHNALL

It’sdifficult to perform aftercare, but at least she’s silent as I uncuff her and lift her down from the cross.

I should never have admitted as much as I did. But I can’t deny it to myself any longer: I’m obsessed with her.

She’s docile as a kitten as I hold her for the allotted time my dominant training taught me to, then get up to leave. When she gets up out of bed, too, I expect her to try peppering me with questions again.

But all she does is drop down to her knees and crawl after me, nuzzling the back of my knees like a kitten might.

Fuck. Me. I drop a hand down to pet her head butswallow down the words that are clogging in my throat, ready to pour out. Praise. Adoration. More.

Instead, I withdraw my hand and walk to the elevator. She crawls behind me but stops a full ten feet away from the elevator. I still glance behind me before I enter the code. Her head is in position, facing the ground.

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