Page 13 of Cherry Auction

“Well, think about it this time.”

He spanks me again. I’m just as startled, both by the spanking, and how my ass jiggles in the aftermath. He doesn’t stop there, though. His hand slips between my legs and he touches me. On my intimate place.

Redis on the tip of my tongue. But I don’t say it. It’s enough to know I can.

Instead, I bite my bottom lip and squeeze my eyes shut to think about his question. How does it feel? Not, how do Ithinkit should feel? But, how do Iactuallyfeel, in my body, in this moment?

And I realize…

“Good,” I whisper, surprised. “It feels good.” Not just because itfeels good, feels good, either. All my limbs just sort of… relax into his strong, massaging hands. I relax in a way I haven’t for the last two months. I’ve been so stressed for so long now.

After waking up in the hospital, it’s been one non-stop sprint to get my life back in order, or rather, to create a life. The paperwork alone almost swallowed me whole. Do you know how hard it is to get a temporary social security card? It’s allexhausting, and frankly, I expected this to be just as draining. Just another task to check off my list.

But suddenly, like a gift, this stranger has taken the reins, and it feels like for once, I don’t have to be responsible for driving.

“How doesthisfeel?” he asks as I relax further into him. The fingers that massaged my calves so well now move to explore my… my down-there place.

I gasp out a pleasured noise as his middle finger begins teasing at some spot at the top of my sex. His fingertip swirls gently, teasing it.

I just moan a little in response.

He pulls his finger away.

“Good,” I burst out, wanting his finger back. “It feels good.”

“That’s right. You speak when spoken to or Sir will take the good feelings away.”

Sir?Okay, that’s taking it a little far, buddy, I think, blinking a little out of the pleasured haze he’s dropping me into. But then his finger is back and I’m biting my bottom lip again.

“You’re getting slick for me already,” he rasps. “What a dirty little slut to get so wet for a stranger you’ve just met. You must really want to get fucked. Oh, I feel your little pussy lips clench at that. You like when I talk dirty.”

Fuck, he’s right. I really, really like it when he talks dirty.

He runs his finger down the line between the lips of my sex.

I inhale in shock. I haven’t had the courage to explore there much beyond a few furtive touches, but he touches me so confidently and commandingly. Duh. He’s going to do a lot more before the night is through.

Because suddenly I know this isn’t going to just be a ten-minute poke, thrust, and done sort of session.

And instead of intimidating, it feels freeing. I didn’t know how to touch myself the couple times I even dared try. But he knows exactly what to do.

My body is more than ready to respond, too. Maybe this is a clue. Maybe this is something else I’m good at—something themefrombeforeknew how to do, like cussing and chess-playing. Moira and I always knew I might not be a for-real virgin, but that’s okay, right? This guy doesn’t seem bothered so far by what he’s getting.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

Well shit. I don’t wanthimto know he just paid fiftymilliondollars for amaybe-virgin.

“Just that it’s a lot,” I sputter. “A lot of feelings.” There. That’s the truth.

“That’s so sweet,” he says. “I should’ve tried a virgin before.”

Is he making fun of me? I can’t tell. I’m distracted by him gently tugging my crotchless silk panties down my thighs. I lift my knees one at a time and he pulls them off the end of my feet.

As soon as he’s done, he spanks me again. Harder this time. So hard that shocked tears form in my eyes. But I don’t hate it. I think I might even want him to do it again. Suddenly this feels like an opportunity for exploration with someone who obviously knows what he’s doing. And who I just happen to be ravenously attracted to.

Before I can say anything, though, his hand is there at my sex again.

“Do you use toys to make yourself cum?”

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