Page 15 of Cherry Auction

My cunt—because now that he’s called it that, it’s all I ever want to call it—clenches. I’m so, so fucking turned on at the idea. It seems sowrongin the rightest, most twisted sexy way. My hips wiggle in his grip, wanting more. A little whine escapes my lips.

So I’m discovering I’m twisted. All right. Maybe I shoulda guessed.

“A plug,” he says. “That’s what I’ve got back here. Now relax and let me in. What? Is your clit missing my attention?”

His hand slips around my hip while the other continues to put pressure on the plug at my puckered ass. His arm holds me in place while his fingertip massages my swelling clit.My body feels like his instrument. And his expert hands somehow know it better than I do.

I blink below the blindfold as his finger wakens little jolts of unexpected pleasure. My tummy spasms, then my legs.

My arm weakens and I face plant into the bed. He continues to ruthlessly massage my center. The shaking doesn’t stop and a pleasurable cramp bites through my stomach.

“What’s your name?” I whisper with the last of the remaining breath in my lungs, still shaking.

“Sir,” he growls.

“Your real name,” I beg as the pleasure cramp creeps up my belly and then, in one sharp spike, bursts outwards through my body.

Sir doesn’t miss the opportunity, popping the plug up into my anus. It only amps up the sensual experience twice as high. I clench around it and fall thrashing like a fish on the mattress.

Sir’s hand follows me, flipping me on my back and throwing both of my legs open wide.

The plug he lodged in my ass is still there. I want to rip my blindfold off to see the gorgeous, glorious pleasure god above me. But as if he senses it, he grasps both my wrists and holds them pinned at my hips.

And then I feel the weight of him between my spread thighs. Just like in my dreams.

But unlike my dream, nothing fat and heavy slides into me.

Instead, it’s just his bare shoulders, and his— his?—

I scream and throw my head back at the sweetest pleasure I never could have imagined.

I can’t even understand what’s happening at first or how he’s doing what he’s doing. And then, oh god, I realize.

It’s his mouth.

He’s kissing me there. He’s suckling on me and it’s— How is it so good? How could anything on earth feel thisgood?

Bright light bursts behind my eyes and I lift my hips shamelessly up against his voracious mouth. He lets go of my wrists to squeeze my ass and pull me into him like he can’t get enough. Like he’s been starving for me for decades and I’m manna from heaven.

Once, twice, the pleasure amps up so high, barely dips, and then somehow impossibly, swings even higher though I’d swear there was no higher to go.

I screech out a scream so high-pitched, it barely has sound, as he clutches and suckles and bites me into yet a higher climax still.

Every muscle in my stomach and ass and sex clench as he takes me there, my Sir and me. We ride the edge, oh the sweetest fucking edge?—

I need it, I need the release so bad?—

When he bites lightly down with his teeth at the veryend, I howl and fuck his face, clenching so hard on what he shoved in my ass?—

I wasn’t reborn that night I woke up in the hospital.

It’s now.

Here.

This is the moment I’m made new.

This is the start of everything.

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