Page 47 of Auctioned Surrender

“You need to fully understand what that involves, though, Doll,” Damian says as another song I’m unfamiliar with comes on. It has a slow jazzy sound, and he presses me against him, leading me in a gentle circle before spinning me around on my four-inch heels and then pulling me back into his arms.

His eyes are intense as he guides me to the sultry beat. “It means that I will always be there to support you in whatever you want to do in life. It means that you’ll do as I request and not what you think will please me. It means that when we’re at home, you’ll spend more time without clothes than in them; it means that when I ask you to kneel, you’ll do it without question, and that you’ll be treated like the priceless Doll that you are.”

My breath catches as he speaks, because Damian’s authoritative voice is so husky and velvety and his words send an electric energy straight through my body, causing it to pool in my center, but it’s so much more than that. It’s like he knows exactly what I need, and what my heart craves and desires.

Another song comes on, and Damian’s hold tightens as he continues guiding me to the sultry tune. I look up at him so he can see all of me. “I thought you would think it was foolish of me to feel so much for you, so soon. Otherwise I would have told you last night. I love you, Damian.”

His deep blue eyes have me captured in their gaze. “I love you too, Bryanna, and now it’s time for me to show you how much,” Damian says against the sensitive shell of my ear, before he steps back and spins me around, once, and then twice. “You’re a beautiful and graceful dancer. Undress slowly, and then dance for me, Doll.”

I suck in my breath, because that’s the very thing I’ve been fantasizing about doing for him since he watched me dance in that bar. I envisioned just the two of us, with sexy, sultry music playing all around us, and my fantasy is about to come true.

He slowly unravels his tie, pulling it from around his neck slowly, watching me intently with those blue eyes. I reach behind me and unzip the little half zip that holds the silky dress to my waist while leaving the skin of my back otherwise bare. I slide first one strap down my arm, and then another, before slowly allowing the entire dress to slink into a pile on the floor.

Damian’s eyes darken with desire, and he extends his hand to me. I place my hand in his palm, and he helps me step over the mound of material, and then spins me before him, dressed only in a white masquerade mask and silver high heels.

“Dance for me, Bryanna.”

I let the music wash over me and then begin to gently sway to the rhythm, this way and that, stretching my legs to the beat, then my arms, first one, and then the other, raising them slowly into the air, elongating my body before slowly half spinning on the silvery heels. I bend slowly, presenting him with my bare cheeks as I touch the floor with my fingernails, and then slowly rise, lifting my arms until my hands are clasped over my head. I turn into a graceful spin, around and around, just like a ballerina, until I eventually slow and come face to face with the deep blue expressive eyes of Damian.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking. Kneel for me, Doll.”

I suck in my breath, because only in my fantasies does this happen, something I’ve always dreamed of, and he’s slowly making each and every one of my dreams come true.

I do as he asks immediately and am rewarded with the smoldering of his eyes as he looks down at me. “Hands,” he instructs, and I present them to him.

He takes his time, wrapping the luxurious silk of his tie around my wrists, securing them with a bow, and then begins to slowly undress. My eyes are riveted, soaking in his taut muscles, the ones that ripple with every single move he makes. When he’s divested himself of clothes, he helps me rise and stand beforehim. He grasps me behind the thighs, lifting me up, and slides me back down, over the top of his bare cock as my locked wrists wrap around his neck, and he settles into a chair.

In this position, he sinks all the way to the end of me, and we are joined as closely as two individuals can be. He slowly raises me, up and down, watching me, and he drives so deep inside of me that I don’t know where he ends and I begin, only that the ache inside is building and building every single time he moves.

“Damian.”

“Yes, Doll. I want to hear you.”

“Damian, it’s so good. Please.”

“Please what, Doll?” Damian asks.

“More, please,” I beg.

He rewards me with deeper, more powerful thrusts, and he doesn’t stop driving until he sends me over the edge, and wave after wave of intensity wash over me. He thrusts three more times, extending my pleasure before releasing deep inside of me.

He tilts my chin up so that he’s looking straight into my eyes.

“You know what else being mine means?” Damian asks while we slowly regain our breath and are still joined as one.

“Tell me?”

Damian runs his index finger over the ring that’s been on my hand since the auction and removes it from my finger, showing me the inscription of his name on the inside before returning it to my finger. “Being mine means that you will wear my family ring, which you already have. It also means that you will trust me above all others, and that you’ll wear my collar to let everyone know that you belong only to me. And when we’re ready, you’ll wear my wedding ring to let the entire world know that you are mine in every way that a woman can belong to a man.”

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