Page 83 of Cherry Auction

“I want it inside me,” I say immediately, still staring. He’s said I’m his several times and there was that time by the pool with the cucumber… but I finally want him to claim my body with his.

He chuckles and bends low, chest to my back, so low that his cock swings between my legs. I feel it knock against my sex and am immediately wet. What I don’t expect is for the pain of my fresh marks bumping against Domhnall’s groin to mix with how turned on I’m getting.

Domhnall and I are naked, and his dick is between my legs.

In public, for all these people to see. Holy shit.

He didn’t blindfold me. He wanted me to see his cock. He wanted me to be able to see everyone watching us. He knew it would turn me on.

We’re different sides of the same coin, I swear. It makes me clench even as I see several people pleasuring themselves lazily while they watch on. One woman has a pet of her own tightly leashed, one leg up on a stool as her pet in a doggy mask nuzzles at her sex with his tongue.

I’m yanked back into my own scene when Domhnallspanks me. He’s being careful not to make contact with any of the spots he hit with the cane. I finally got an eye on number ten, and it’s a wicked little thin piece of wood currently cast to the floor.

“Bend over, let’s see that cunt,” Domhnall says, louder. His hand on my back guides me to flatten out on the bench so my ass is fully extended to the crowd.

“Swish that lil’ tail. You’re me slutty feckin’ kitty, arn’t ya? O-aah, ya can’t wait for me to stuff ya full of me cock. We all see yur creamin’ fur me. It’s drippin’ down yur leg, ain’t it? I said…wider.”

He spanks me again, making my entire sex jiggle. Between that and the filthy demands coming out in his deep, throaty brogue, I’m panting and clenching and whining on the bench. He’s right. I am dripping down my leg, he’s got me so turned on.

I love every side of this twisted fucking man. I love that he can be vulnerable enough to shake and fight his demons while bent, arms around me and head burrowed against my stomach. And I love the filthy Irish lad here calling out the raunchiest demands for everyone to hear. Every shadowed, lonely bit inside me feels lit up as Iseehim and feel so fullyseenin return.

“Fuck,” he calls out, as if it’s a confession, “if ya only knew how many nights I’ve dreamed of rammin’ ya full. Of wreckin’ ya. Of destroyin’ ya.”

He leans in, his voice a ragged, rumbling growl in my ear. “Of absolutelyruinin’you.”

Fuck. Oh god.Yes. “Ruin me,” I gasp back.

I think for sure that then, surely then, I’ll feel the weight of his back as hefinallymounts me, but?—

Instead his wicked fingers drop between my legs to dance across my clit. My breath catches.Please, I beg silently.Oh please don’t tease me more. I need it. I need you inside me.

But Domhnall’s sadism is an itch thatwillbe scratched.

His fingertips are a whisper across my flesh until I’m panting.

“What a pretty kitty, glistening like that for your owner.”

I think I squirt a little when he says he owns me. It’s so fucked up. But god yes. I want him to own me. I want to belong to him. For ever and ever. He’ll wrap me up in his bed each night and tuck me against him, and I’ll always be safe.

His hands move away from my clit, and I try not to whine. He’s still touching me, now massaging down the backs of my thighs.

“My kitty’s good breeding stock,” he says loudly, in a way that I know is for the crowd’s benefit. “She’s like a pony that way. Such a pretty ass and withers. Such a shiny tail.” He tugs on the tail connected to the plug in my ass and I clench on it. “Makes me want to ride. Would kitty like a ride?”

“Yes,” I say, remembering to breathe. I draw in a lungful of air.

He spanks me, not sparing the cane marks this time. I yelp even as he asks, louder, “I said, would kitty like a ride?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“That’s a good girl,” he says, hand moving back to strum my clit with the barest pressure as he bends over me from behind, his heavy horse cock again swinging between my legs and finding its mark.

I’m so wet that when he shifts his hips, the top of his cock slides easily through my outer vaginal lips, in maybe an inch. We both pause in surprise for a moment, neither of us expecting him to go that far. I immediately clench all my muscles around him, as if I can draw him in deeper with my inner muscles alone.

“Feck,” he whispers harshly in my ear. “Mads—Brooke. Fuck. I can’t believe I’m finally inside ya. You’re the woman of me dreams. Ya always were. Ya feel like fuckin’ heaven. I don’t deserve ya.”

I’m sure he’s going to push inside then and complete us like the puzzle pieces we were always meant to be.

“Yes,” I moan, so ready. “Domhn.”

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