Page 114 of Cherry Auction

“Have you sought this out before? When Anna didn’t know?”

He slides his other hand down my waist to my pussy, giving me plenty of time to pull away. But I don’t. Fuck, I’m so hungry for his hand.

“Did you go seek out other men to fuck you and satisfy this need?”

When he finally touches my center, he’s not shy about it. His hand firmly palms my pussy, and the pressure after all the anticipation lights the firecracker wick.

I shudder against him as I come. Oh god, my first ever orgasm with Domhnall. Oh god, he’s touching my cunt.

He looks so fucking surprised I’m coming from the barest touch, but he doesn’t pull away. He massages me more intentionally as I keep shuddering. Oh fuck, the man of my dreams is making me come.

“Choke me,” I gasp.

His hand at my throat tightens and my orgasm ratchets even higher. I cry out in bliss, shuddering against the wall.

His hard-on spasms against my belly before I finally go limp, blinking lazily up at him.

“No,” I gasp out breathlessly. “I never fucked anyone else.I just watched a lot of porn and bought some ruthless nipple clamps and obscenely large dildos online to shove in all of my holes while thinking of you.”

His hand around my throat squeezes hard before letting go, and his eyes go even darker. “The first you get for free. All the rest, you’ll have to work for.”

“Am I your little slut?” I blink up at him through my eyelashes.

“Is that what you want to be?” One of his thick eyebrows lifts.

“I’m your filthy little slut, and I need to be punished.”

“That, my filthy little slut,” he grins at me, “can be arranged.”

Ten minutes later, Domhnall’s got me tied down naked, bent over one of the fancy dining room chairs. My ankles are tied spread-eagled to the back legs, then I’m bent over the back of the chair and my wrists are tied to the front legs. The rope is soft, made of some sort of silk.

But he’s definitely got me in a position where I can’t move. My head rests against the seat of the chair, and yeah. I’m totally immobilized.

He’s pacing back and forth behind me. I hear thethwackof something smacking his hand. A flogger? A cane? I’m not blindfolded but all I can see is the goddamnedchair.

I’m wet with anticipation, and I suspect he knows that. But oh my god. It’s my first scene with Domhnall.Ifinally get to see him as Sir.Ifinally get to feel his firm hand of control and the sharp bite of pain that can release these fucking demons inside me.

“Hmm, what does a dirty little slut like you deserve?”

“Everything,” I whisper. “Please, Sir,” I beg. “Ruin me. Destroy me.” Debauch me. Degrade me. Remake me.

Fuck everything the girl’s learned in her stupid therapy sessions. I want to worship Domhnall as my god. In this space, in our play here, heis.

“I want to worship at your feet,” I hiss. “I want to lick your boots. I want to suck on your balls. I want to swallow your cock down my throat and choke on it as you fuck my face. I want to?—”

I screech as a paddle smacks my ass, then writhe in the ropes binding my limbs. “Oh fuck,yes.More. Please, Sir.More.”

“I’m going to make you cry such pretty little tears.” His voice is low. Raw.

I giggle. “You can try, sir.”

Another smack. Ohfuck. That one smarts. I dance in my bonds. “Please may I have another, Sir?”

Oh god, he gives it to me. A paddle right to the bottom of my ass cheek—harder this time but in a way that thrills me so fuckingdeep.

“Yes!” I scream, not caring who else in the hotel might hear. Domhnall’s richer than god, right? So fuck it.

Suddenly Domhn’s warmth is up against my back as he curls over me, his voice hot in my ear. “This is barely even phasing you, is it?” he mutters darkly.

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