Page 49 of The Auction

I do what he says, mimicking him until I'm fully relaxed and nothing feels bad.

"Everything is okay, pet," he claims, slips another finger inside me, then slowly creates a twisting pattern.

I whimper, unsure why I'm enjoying what he's doing.

He keeps his eyes locked on me, calmly asking, "Who owns you, Blakely?"

I don't think about it and answer, "You do, Sir."

He nods. "And who do you submit for?"

"You, Sir."

"Who else?"

I try to shake my head, but it's still pressed against the quartz.

"Who else?" he gently repeats.

"No one."

"No one, who?"

"No one, Sir," I affirm.

He kisses my cheek and adds a third finger.

"Oh God!" I moan.

"Shh. No talking, pet."

I swallow hard, trying to be quiet, but it's impossible, and I whimper loudly.

"We have a lot of work to do," he claims.

I can't even contemplate what he's referring to. The sensations moving through me, I've never felt before. It's a rush of endorphins I never expected, not because I'm coming. It's from the taboo of his actions and how I want him to continue.

He removes his fingers, and I instantly feel empty. I press my ass toward him. He chuckles. "Greedy girl," he says, then slides something else into me.

I don't know what it is, but it's not his fingers. My voice cracks. "Riggs?"

He smacks my ass, and a sting spreads across my cheek. I yelp, and he says, "Who?"

"Sir!"

He warns, "The sooner you learn, the better." He rubs the sting and asks, "You're surprised, aren't you?"

I remain silent.

Cockiness flares all over Riggs. "Admit you love everything I've done to you, Blakely."

For some reason, defiance reignites inside me.

He smirks. "No? I guess I'll stop, then." He backs away from me.

"No! Wait!" I blurt out before I can even think about what I'm doing.

He purses his lips and traces the edge of whatever is inside me, commanding, "Confess you like it and don't forget the 'Sir.'"

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