Page 67 of Cherry Auction

I think it’s been established by now that I’m not a good man.

“Can I open my eyes now?”

“No. Sit down.” I help guide her down onto the cabana chair. Well, it’s more like a cabana bench, complete with its own shade over top. Can’t have my precious Brooke’s skin burning. Because I intend to have her quite bare.

I pull off my own pants so I’m in boxers as well. I want to feel as much of her skin against mine as possible. Since it’s April, it’s only warm but not scorching out.

I sit down beside her.

“Now. Over my lap, face down. That was naughty of you distracting me so much I burned your breakfast. It’s time for punishment.”

Brooke quickly reaches for me, grinning with her eyes still closed. Her hands find my body and she lingers too long exploring before finally climbing into place over my lap. I immediately bind her wrists again with a hand.

Hmm. This won’t do. I want both hands free, but don’t dare trust her if she’s not bound. But of course, even though I rarely, if ever, bring women back here, I’m always prepared.

I reach down to a watertight shelf in the base of the spacious cabana bench and pull out the rest of the implements I’ll need.

Having her in my lap is already more than I can bear. Part of me wants to flip her over and drag her up the large cabana and sink into her right now. No more fucking preamble. She’s wet enough, I bet. She’s here and there’s no more bullshit between us. We’ve settled the truth from the lies.

So why the fuck can’t I?

Shame washes through me as I lay out the things I brought from the kitchen in a neat line along with what I’ve pulled from the cabana shelf.

My hands are shaking. Fucking shame. There’s a reason I buried my feelings down in a lake so fucking deep inside me. So I’d never have to feel any of this shit again. Growing up, people used to drag all sorts of shit down to the lake and pitchit in when they wanted rid of it. Old ovens. Trash bags. A couple cars.

Nothing ever so ugly or putrid as me. But if I tied all the shit that happened to a big enough stone and sunk it in the deep of the lake… I wouldn’t ever have to think about it again.

I grit my teeth, yank my boxers down off Mads’s ass and spank her. She yelps, then writhes on my lap. It wasn’t a brutal strike, but it wasn’t gentle, either.

And already the chorus of demons screaming through my blood settle. I spank her again and they quiet even more.

“Yes, Domhn,” she mutters, wrists squirming against my grip. “More.”

My cock pulses against her stomach and my lip twitches with need. I spank her again and again, becoming calmer and more centered with each measured strike. Watching her ass jiggle with the blows. Seeing her respond.

Getting back in control.

But I need more. The more control I get of her body, the more control I have of myself.

I grab the silk shibari rope I pulled from the little shelf and begin quickly tying her right wrist to her right ankle. She gasps when she realizes what I’m doing but doesn’t complain.

She trusts me.

It sends another wave of calm and lust through me, the two combining in a powerful, heady rush. I’m in control. Almost, anyway.

I feel complete only once I’ve got her left wrist tied to her left ankle.

Now she’s absolutely powerless. She’s hogtied over my lap, ass up, and legs easily spreadable by grabbing one ankle or the other.

She’s helpless to my complete control. My nostrils flare like a bull.

I can’t keep her like this long, so I’ve got to move efficiently.

Immediately I open the jar of coconut oil I brought from the kitchen and dip two fingers in.

“You’ll take what I give you,” I demand gruffly, barely able to speak past my clenched teeth. My entire body is clenched. Hard with need and barely-leashed desire. She’s so fucking gorgeous pinned here on my lap.

I grab her left ankle and spread her wide to me.Fuck.I slide my thumb down her ass crack and plunge my coconut oil drenched fingers towards her little asshole, rubbing and demanding entrance.

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