Page 45 of Cherry Auction

Again I have to fight not to let out agood girl.She’s only doing what she’s supposed to.

I step on the elevator and watch her stay in position the entire time the doors close.

But as soon as they do, I drag both hands down my face.

I am so fucked.

She’s all I think about. I’m hardly eating. Or working. I watch her day and night.

As soon as I get upstairs, I immediately go to my computer and pull up the monitor to watch her like a compulsion.

Like an obsession.

I buy her clothes that arrive in large boxes on my front door even though I want her naked all the time. I brought out the box of keepsakes I’d buried in the back of my closet and hadalmostconvinced myself didn’t exist. To torture myself. To remind myself.

She’s too perfect.

She submits too well.

She’s everything I dreamed of. She always was. She’s haunted my nightmares for a decade, and now to have herhere in the flesh, tantalizing me with her sweet tasting pussy, shaking and shuddering under my tongue, under my caning…

Fuck.

She’s fucking playing me again and I’m letting her because it’s such a sweet fantasy. I’m truly cunt-struck. It’s the blight of lads from my country.

I know the bubble will pop and she’ll show her true colors. Eventually, I’ll find out what she really came here for.

But in the meantime, I’m marking her perfect, untouched body and watching her shake till she passes out from the places I take her. Her physiological responses are so real. Things I wouldn’t have thought a body could fake.

Which makes some eejit part of me think this is… that maybe some part of this is… real, too.

I yank open the bottom drawer for the whip but even the action makes me wince. It’s far too soon for another session. There’s nothing to do but slam the drawer shut again.

I should be keeping my strength up, anyway. For the flip. For when she devastates me again.

My phone rings and I stab the green button with an irritated, “What?”

My sister launches directly in. “I don’t like you keeping Brooke like this. And why haven’t you been picking up my calls? You always pick up my calls. What’s going on? And why won’t you let anyone see Brooke?”

“She’s fine.” I suppose it was inevitable that I’d have to deal with Moira. Mads was apparentlystayingat her place. Itinfuriates me all over again that Madison targeted my sister even while all I want to do is go down to the dungeon and make her knees weak by edging her all to fuck.

“Then let me see her,” Moira says.

“You can. Everyone can. At the club on Saturday.”

Moira makes a disgruntled noise. I’m not one to usually deny her requests. She’s used to a big brother she thinks she can wrap around her little finger. She doesn’t know I’ve onlyallowedher to think that. “But… why?!”

“I’ve told you enough times that I prefer for my sexual proclivities to remain private.”

“What! I don’t want to know about—! You know I don’t care about that. I’m just worried about Brooke. Are you being careful with her? She was in the hospital just six weeks ago!”

I roll my eyes. Sure she was. I’m sure she made her case soundsopathetic to get herself into my sister’s good graces. For as worldly as Moira is in some ways, in others, she can be ridiculously naïve.

“Here, I’m faxing you her medical records. She shouldn’t be playing hard after just getting out of the hospital. Why can’t I just talk to her?” She sounds exasperated.

It’s not fair or kind to stonewall my sister like this. “Because she’s not allowed to come to the phone right now.”

Another annoyed noise comes from Moira. “What the hell does that mean, Domhnall?”

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