Page 32 of Auctioned Surrender

He pushes the hair that has fallen over my cheeks back from my face, and my eyes open wide with realization that I haven’t done anything for him. Is he waiting for me to do something? Perhaps stroke him, or something else? I’m not a person who initiates things like this well; it just never works out. Instead, it’s usually a source of embarrassment, not only to me, but my partner. I want to please Damian in return, but I simply don’t know what he would like.

His eyes squint slightly as he watches me ponder. “What are you thinking about?”

I swallow back the fear and the confusion. If I tell him, he’ll know I’m not wired right.

His deep, throaty voice pulls me from my reverie, and his finger tilts my chin upward, so I have no choice but to look at him. “I’d like an answer,” Damian says gently.

I nod, and his eyes come together in a squint. I raise my hand and laugh. “I know, words. I’ll try, but, once I do…” I shrug.

His eyebrows knit together, and he traces a finger over my lips. “Tell me, Bryanna. Tell me what’s worrying you.”

“I don’t know how to do this, to reciprocate, to… to please you.” I close my eyes because I don’t want to see the look of disappointment on his face. I can’t keep doing this, relationship after relationship.

“Open your eyes and look at me, Bryanna.”

I do as he’s asked, and his eyes are smoldering with something unrecognizable. “Do you think I want you to get me off? Is that what you’re afraid of?”

I shake my head, but the look of concern on his face stops me cold. “No, it’s not that, Damian. I would do that and love it. I don’t know how to say this without getting it all messed up, but I … I don’t know how to slip from you being in charge and telling me what to do, to me doing that and pleasing you.”

His face widens into a large smile, and he strokes my neck, pushing against the pulse that has finally began to beat normally under his touch. “That’s good Doll, because that’s not how this dynamic works. It’s not up to you to determine how to please me. Doing what I ask pleases me. It’s my role to tell you what I’d like you to do. If I wanted you to touch me, I would have told you to get on your knees and unzip me. I would have told you to take my cock out and then to lick the tip with your tongue so you could taste the precum there from touching you. You don’t need to initiate anything, Doll. Let me take care of your desires, and by doing so, you will take care of mine. Is that something you can do?”

The pulse his finger circles has begun to speed up with excitement. I close my eyes just long enough to center myself. I’m fully awake and cradled in his arms, but I feel like I’m experiencing one of the best dreams of my life. My voice catches in my throat as I answer. “It’s exactly what I want, Damian,” I say, watching as his eyes turn to molten lava.

Chapter 23

Damian

I wait silently for her response, my finger still playing light circles on the pulse of her creamy white neck, delighting in the fact it speeds under my touch. I give her more time than I would normally allow, but she’s been through so much and this is a big decision. She’s just looking at me with those deep green eyes, and it takes every bit of willpower that I have not to prompt her response. While I’ve had multiple submissives, this intense desire to care for Bryanna’s every need is something special, and it feels like a bond between two people made for each other.

Her eyes have clouded over, and I wait as she processes her thoughts. “It’s exactly what I want, Damian,” she says.

I exhale the breath I’ve been holding, waiting her response. I’m twenty-?eight-years-old, she’s six years my junior, and I’ve been hired as her protector. I shouldn’t be thinking of her like this, shouldn’t have taken liberties or offered this experience. Never once have I mixed business with pleasure, but there is not a chance in hell I’m allowing Bryanna to learn the ways of the world she’s craving with anyone but me.

I’d like nothing better than to have her completely undress, lift her into my arms, lay her over the bar, and show her the pleasure my tongue can bring her as she writhes on the end of it,but the ding of my cell reminds me that my desires for Bryanna need to take a back seat at least for a little while.

“While I’d love nothing better than to see you spread out across this bar, open for me, to do what I wish with you, we need to talk first so I can keep your family safe,” I say, keeping her warm body close and caressing her cheek.

Her hazy eyes clear and become more pointed, focusing on me.

“Let’s eat a little something. You’ll answer all my questions, and then I’ll reward you,” I say, sliding the zipper up her jeans.

Her dreamy eyes go wide, and she nods, and my cock throbs hard against the seam of my jeans. I slide my arms beneath her knees, and before I’ve even asked her to hang onto my neck, she’s grasping it, secure in the knowledge that I will keep her safe and protected, and my chest tightens with an unfamiliar emotion.

When we reach the kitchen, I place her on a barstool and grimace at the beautiful omelet she made that’s now probably cold and rubbery. “Sorry about the omelets. I’ll get us both a glass of wine and cut up a little cheese before dinner. Most nights, if we play we won’t drink, but tonight, a glass of wine or two is in perfect order. I need to know everything you can tell me about your ex-boyfriend. So, he’s the only one who knew you were a virgin, no girlfriends, family?”

Bryanna shrugs. “Nope, just him. It’s not something I’m exactly proud of, and the places my friends like to go, well, let’s just say the guys who hang out there aren’t exactly my cup of tea,” she says.

I make a mental note to have a discussion with her about that, but I need answers, and quickly, if the last message from the security team is any indication. “Did you hear from him after he left? Any threatening exchanges, phone calls, texts, emails, anything I need to know, Bryanna? You need to think hard aboutthis, because whoever set you up to be taken knew you were a virgin.”

Her eyes widen and cloud with emotion. “Damian, if you think Chad was behind it, you’re wrong. He cared about me and me him, just not like that. What you’re suggesting, it’s just, well, it’s impossible.”

“It’s my job to find out and explore everything possible, so humor me, okay?”

“Sure, I can do that. Ask me anything! I’m an open book,” Bryanna says, her hands outstretched widely.

I smirk and try not to let my mind wander to the questions I’d really like to ask her. “I need a list of his friends, who he hung out with, because while you may not have told anyone but him, he may have told others.”

Her brows wrinkle, and her lips tighten. “No, see, that’s what I’m saying. Chad wasn’t like all those guys out there, just trying to score. He wouldn’t be talking about me like that. He really cared about me, Damian, and I hate that I hurt him so badly. I cared for him, just not as a lover.”

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