Page 82 of Cherry Auction

When I do, I get the pleasure of locking eyes with him as he reaches for the hem of his shirt and drags it offover his head. His abs are ridiculous, as always, and with his dark tattoos on reveal, he’s a stunning specimen of man.

Suddenly I’m flooded with emotions. It’s the first burst of the coming adrenaline, yes, and being insanely turned on by seeing Domhnall’s physique, but it’s more than that, too. I’m not entirely flush with the heat I know he’ll bring soon. This emotion is just from the connection that crackles between us before he’s even dropped me down in the space he takes me as my dominant.

It’s because he’s Domhnall. My soul’s other puzzle piece. I click into place when I’m with him. The world feelsright.

This, finally, is agoodgame. We both win when we play well.

I grab his hand even though I know the scene has begun. It still hasn’tstartedstarted.

“Domhn,” I whisper barely above a breath so just he can hear, “I want to make love to you. Tonight. Right now. I want you to know before we get into the scene, so you know I mean it.”

I squeeze his hand, and his eyes catch mine again in that damn eternal gaze that scoops out my stomach and turns my knees to jelly.

He crouches down again, intense eyes burning through to my soul. I see his question in his eyes.

I nod. “I’m sure.” I cling to his leg as the crackling electricity between us builds all but to the breaking point. “Please.” This begging is all on my own terms and we both feel the impact of it.

Domhnall’s nostrils flare and his eyes go dark. “Move around to the other side of the bench.”

When I don’t move quickly enough, he grasps my tail right at the base and leads me around the spanking bench. Then, guiding me by his hands on my waist, he helps me to my feet. He directs me like I’m just a doll in his hands, lifting me up onto the two-level spanking bench—knees on the bottom black padding, forearms on the top.

It exposes my tail-plugged ass and pussy to the watching crowd.

Almost immediately, Domhnall’s whispering in my ear. “You’re so gorgeous. So fucking perfect. Are you already getting slick for me, love? I’ll give you what you ask for, but only after I make you work for it.”

“Wider,” he demands after he pulls back, loud enough for the crowd to hear. He prods the inside of my knees with some sort of stick so that I widen my stance on the bench. I shift so that I’m spread wider, but I’m too busy thinking about what Domhnall just used to nudge my legs to think about what the crowd might be seeing. Holy shit, was that a cane?

“Breathe in,” he says, and dutifully, I take a breath in.

“Now breathe out.”

Right as I start to expel the breath from my lungs, the thin stinging cane lights a line of fire acrossmy ass.

“Fuck!” I can’t help my choked shout. Jesus Christ, that was thetenon the pain scale!

“Count,” he demands, “and ask for another.”

“One,” I gasp. “May I please have another, Sir?”

“That’s my good kitty.”

Before I’m ready, more fire sears my ass. Tears immediately spring to my eyes. I hear murmurs among the crowd, and I want to make Domhnall proud in spite of the pain I can barely breathe through.

“Two,” I whisper, out of breath, barely managing to eke out, “May I have another, Sir?”

“Breathe,” he reminds me, and I suck in a huge breath of air.

I feel a slight tug on the plug inside me as he lifts my tail, exposing the lower half of my ass. He lands another searing smack.

All the air bursts out of me in a screech. I want to cover my ass with my hands, but instead, I clutch the bench pad.

He leans in, his next words only for me. “You’re such a good, good girl, aren’t you? My good, precious girl. My marks are so fucking beautiful on you.”

Tears streak down my face as my veins start to light up. My ass glows with heat as Domhnall skims his fingertips over the flesh he just marked.

“I’m so fucking hard right now. Everyone’s staring. For once I won’t blindfold you, curious kitty.”

I take full advantage of his permission to look. I turn myhead over my shoulder and stare down his chiseled abs to the taut V as he kicks his boots off. He shoves his jeans down and shucks them off, too, exposing his heavy, gorgeously engorged cock. Holy shit. I’ve felt it before, but this is the first time I’mseeingit.

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