Page 31 of Cherry Auction

“I’m close,” I gasp. I was already so primed from the gentle, teasing flogging. And with his hand against me, rubbing me so intimately— Oh god, if I’m honest, every touch between us has been electric. Too electric. Electric in a way that’s sparking lightning down my every nerve with pleasure.

My fingers grip the bench below me. “Oh God, I’m close.”

I arch outwards towards his touch, and his other hand squeezes a handful of my ass, and oh god, it’s so wrong but it feelssoright. I all but hump his hand, I need the escalating pleasure so badly.

“So close,” I hiss, my voice barely audible.

But then suddenly his arms are around my waist, and he lifts me off the bench.

“Wait, what are you—” I cry, devastated at the deniedpleasure.

Before I can even finish the sentence, he’s deposited me on the bed.

“I want to eat you out,” he says huskily, and I feel his warm breath on my pulsing, needy center. “Red or green?”

I’m glad the blindfold still covers my eyes. Red. I should say red. My hands are unshackled, and I should push him away. For so many reasons. I feel my body’s undeniable pull towards him but I’m a rational person. There are so many reasons not to give into this man.

Reasons. I swear there are reasons. Seriousreasons…

“Green,” escapes my breathless lips.

The next moment ecstasy hits. It doesn’t feel like a mouth or a tongue or anything else on god’s green earth that I can distinguish.

I’m just delivered straight to the ecstatic realms.

My fingers knot in the sheets. My heels dig into the mattress. I thrust against his face. My throat’s already raw, but I scream. Now for entirely different reasons than an hour ago. What the fuck am I doing? This is wrong. I hate him?—

But it’s so good, oh, oh, it’s so,sofucking good. He asked and I want it. Oh god Iwantit. It’s like light melts from where he’s licking me and god, oh god?—

I scream at an even higher pitch because heliftsme there, when I couldn’t have possibly imagined there was higher to go.

I wiggle my hips back and forth and somewhere through the haze I feel him grasp my ass to pull me into his mouthdeeper. I bite my bottom lip as another spasm tears through my belly, only barely coming down before he’s taking me right back up again.

Perversely, now I wish I wasn’t blindfolded. Because I want to look down at him there between my legs. It feels as if there’s some disembodied being bringing me such pleasure, but I know it’s him. The man from the first night who I was so hesitant to trust but then gave myself over to completely. My familiar captor. How is this possible? It shouldn’t be fucking possible for him to get me off so hard when he’s kidnapped me.

I thought I just needed him to scratch the itch he’d raised.

This is transforming into something wholly different, though. For one, it’s going on and on, as if the more taste I get of pleasure, the hungrier I become.

I’m on my, what, third orgasm? Fourth? But I can feel there’s more—higher,harder—to go. And I want it. I needit. I needhimto be the one to take me there.

It’s like, for this single moment while he eats me out so crazily, there’s a reversal of fortunes, and I’m the one controlling him. He’s all but on his knees worshiping me with his mouth.

When I feel his thumb pressing against my asshole, wet with the juices spilling down from my drenched sex, it doesn’t feel as foreign as it did the first night. Even though in spite of the plug he used then, the opening feels just as tight. But it’s extra sensation, and I’m starved for it. I want it.

I wanthim.

“Yes, yes,” I mutter as I thrash against the silk sheets, “it’s so close, I can feel it.”

Maybe he’ll fuck me after all.

I try to tell myself it’s why I’m being like this. To get the upper hand. But the wild animal heaving inside me for more pleasure knows better. She’s in heat, and nothing but his wet, giving mouth devouring me will do.

I feel the pressure of his finger, working at my ass and finally popping inside. He drags me forwards with his digit and his other hand on my butt cheek, and he eats me more voraciously than ever.

It hits. The wildest, most blinding white-out pleasure bursting over the mountain-top into the pure free-falling unknown. I open my mouth to scream but no sound comes out. One breathless second. Then another, and another.

I reach down and tangle my fingers in his short, curled hair as I finally crash land back down to earth, my legs spasming in earthquake-like shakes as the tail-end of the orgasm rushes through me. It makes all my hair stand on end. I can feel it in my scalp and the tips of my fingers.

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