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“Hard and fast.” I don’t know if he was asking, but he got an answer.
A laugh rumbles through his chest into my back. He pulls away from me and groans. Three sharp slaps send shivers through me. I would squeeze my legs together but they’ve turned to jello.
He slides an arm under my belly, giving me a second. When he lets go, his cock slides between my legs, driving back and forth along my entrance.
“Don’t tease me,” I plead while thrusting down on him, hoping to force him inside of me.
“But that’s my favorite way to punish naughty girls.”
My orgasm teeters on the brink and I’m not sure how much more I can take. “Please, fuck me, Daddy.”
He stills. His fingers dig into my hips. “Don’t call me that unless you mean it, Bellie.”
That didn’t scare him either. This is definitely working out. “Daddy.”
He thrusts into me, slaps one hand over mine, and the other wedges onto my bound-up shoulder.
“You’re mine, Bellie.” His words are barely discernible as his cock swells inside of me and he growls his lack of restraint before pistoning hard.
“Yes, Daddy, fill me.” I fall apart, seeing stars, unsure if I say the words or think them.
Unsure if I hear him say, “Have my baby, Bellie,” or if I imagine it.
Can I, or is it too late? Have I ruined this before it started?
Chapter Thirteen
Kace
The bell over the front door rings. Bellamie and I freeze for a split second before she nods toward her hands.
If I’d have found out about the auction a few hours earlier, I could have made it in time to buy her and I wouldn’t have to lay claim to her here. But there’s no turning back time. No negating the fact that Loren won last night. No forgetting seeing him carry her out of the club.
As I unhook her hands, I whisper, “I locked it.”
“My boss?” She starts to pull her panties on and pauses, looking between her legs.
My cum dripping down her inner thighs is such a beautiful sight, except that it can’t do its job if it’s not inside of her. I reach between her legs, drag my fingers through as much as I can, and smear it into her entrance. I whisper, “Get your panties up.”
She works awkwardly around my hand, and when I reluctantly remove it, I wipe my fingers on my lips because it's not just my cum, it's hers too. Then I wipe the rest on my stomach and pull my shirt on.
The sound of footsteps can barely be heard as I help Bellamie get as presentable as possible. I make sure her clothes are straight and brush her hair out of her face. The only thing I can't get rid of is the blush on her cheeks, her aura of being recently fucked, and the scent of sex.
“Let me get her to the back. Try not to let her see you.”
I finish dressing quickly and allow her to exit the dressing room, hanging back a second, giving her a second to occupy her boss so I can sneak out.
“Loren?” I hear her gasp.
Oh, fuck.
The door to the dressing room flies open. Loren glares at me.
I start to open my mouth, but Bellamie shoves her stepbrother backward. “How did you get in?”
He holds up a set of keys on a lanyard. “You left so fast, you forgot these at home. I thought you might need them.”
She rips the lanyard from his hand. “You can leave now.”
