Page 65 of Auctioned Surrender

Dereck

Layla has wrapped her arms around my neck, her pulse is racing, and her eyes have widened, reflecting the same desire I feel for the dark-haired beauty in my arms.

“Yours,” she says in an exhaled breath.

I carry Layla to my room. She is watchful, and her eyes have gone hazy. I caress her cheek, trailing to her red-tinted lips, watching as her pulse increases and her eyes dilate. I ease her from my arms gently, letting her slide down the length of my body, until her feet touch the floor and she stands before me. “Raise your arms, princess, so that I can undress you for bed.” She does what I’ve asked without hesitation. I caress her skin, taking in her exotic beauty before sliding the red robe from her shoulders and letting it pool to the floor behind her.

Layla is the most magnificent woman I’ve ever seen, and the magnetic desire for her is intoxicatingly strong. A combination of emotions pass over her features, one of passion and submissiveness at the same time. A unique mixture that draws me to this beauty as no one has before. I kiss down the side of her neck, and she shivers in place. I tug gently at the seductive string around her neck, allowing her magnificent breasts to bounce freely, giving me an entirely private display of her high, firm,and perfectly shaped breasts. “You are exceptionally beautiful, princess.” I watch her eyes smolder as I caress the hardened peaks with my thumb.

She arches slightly, ever gently, pushing into the palms of my hands. “Patience, Layla,” I tell her, ending the contact to her nipples and letting the meaning set in without words. She will learn to accept her pleasure in and allow me to build her anticipation and pleasure with time. Instead, my fingers trail her tight and elongated abdomen, gliding over her smoothness, and letting her uncertainty of where I might go build her desire. I skim the white lace trim of her red panties and touch the red bow in the center. “Turn for me, Layla,” I instruct, and she spins on her sexy heels in front of me without question.

I take in the tight muscles of her rear, firm but curvy and feminine, sitting atop her gazelle-like legs, decorated in the G-string panties. “Absolute perfection, princess,” I tell her, sliding my fingers into the waistband and slipping them over her hips, letting them float the length of her legs before gathering around her ankles. I hold one of her hands. “Step out of your panties, and turn to face me, Layla. I want to look at you.”

Layla shivers as I give her instruction, but she does as I ask. One leg at a time, she sliding them past her as she spins to present herself entirely nude to me for the first time. She bites her lip and looks at the floor before remembering my instruction, waiting, nervous and uncertain, and so intoxicatingly submissive that it makes my cock throb. My fingers circle the tip of her breasts, watching her breath catch, but she holds the position and doesn’t try to anticipate or take pleasure before I’ve given it.

“That’s it, princess,” I praise, stroking both of Layla’s nipples as a reward before trailing one finger down her abdomen to the top of her bare mound. I step closer, watching her eyes smolderas my cock strains against the material of my pants in an effort to reach her heat.

The little sound of pleasure Layla makes causes my balls to tighten with constrained need. When my spirited but deferential beauty looks up at me, seeking approval, my cock throbs hard, knowing what a perfect match she is for a man like me.

I grasp her neck, caressing the sensitive skin and watching her eyes smolder up at me before pulling her close and capturing her lips with a passion intended to arouse and inflame. I coax her lips, and Layla parts for me. She tastes like red wine, sweet and complex, and is so utterly intoxicating that I fear my plan for her tonight will be difficult to achieve.

I break the heat of our kiss because my restraint will be needed, and Layla makes that exceptionally hard, standing before me and looking at me with those smoldering eyes. “Soon, princess. Come, let’s get you into bed,” I tell her, calling on all of my willpower not to give her what she wants until I’m ready.

“Lay on the bed, Layla. Face down for me, princess.”

She does as I ask without hesitation or fear, gracefully settling onto the covering. “Stretch your arms over your head, Layla,” I instruct, watching her as she so perfectly follows my direction.

I push her long braid to one side of her shoulder. “Stay still and wait for me, princess.” I walk into the bathroom to gather what I need before returning. “You’re going to feel a slight warmth drizzled onto your body. Are you ready, Layla?” I ask.

She stretches and wiggles her toes, elongating her intoxicatingly beautiful body in my bed and causing my cock to throb with desire before she responds. “Yes.”

I drizzle the warmth of the scented oil onto her skin. “You’re going to feel my hands on you now.” I slowly massage her neck and shoulders, working my way down the length of her toned and moistened body.

She nuzzles my pillow as I caress her.

“Quiet your mind, Layla. Think of the ocean as the tide comes onto the shore and then returns to its home. Inhale deeply as it comes in and then exhale as it returns,” I tell her, finding numerous knots, all signs of her worry. My hands work while she breathes in and out, relaxing her mind and body as I’ve instructed.

I reach into the heating unit and take out one of the stones, carefully running it across my palm before touching her delicate skin with its heat. “Continue to breathe, Layla, in and then out,” I encourage, and she falls back into sync with the pattern of the ocean I’ve instructed her to invoke. She moans her appreciation as the warmth touches her. I circle the stone, adding a second one with my other hand, letting her grow accustomed to the pattern before moving across the same path as my hands have been for the last half hour.

I unbraid her hair and then turn her to face me, laying the long, dark waves around both sides of her shoulders. Now the dark, fiery angel with a submissive core is absolute perfection. I lean one knee on the bed beside her, pressing my lips to her soft warmth, relishing in how she parts for me. The desire and magnetism are intense and like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I want to go slow with Layla and get to know every smooth inch of her delectable body, but using restraint with Layla takes all of my control. I caress her with my finger, running it along her soft cheek and over the fullness of her lips, rewarded with the sexiest sigh I’ve ever heard. I stroke the side of her neck and let my fingers find her pulse as my tongue runs over her lips, seeking more, delighting in the way she stays pliant but responsive, and waiting for me to coax her lips apart so I can explore her sweetness.

My tongue finds hers, guiding it in a sensual dance, stoking my passion for this fiery beauty who tried to hide her submissiveside from me. I take my time, memorizing her sweetness with every taste of her velvety warmth.

She’s breathless, and her eyes have hazed over by the time I seal our kiss. “I won’t rush this, Princess. I want to build your desire until you can no longer stand it.” I gently kiss her lips one more time, a promise of my return, before wandering lower, teasing the velvety softness of the delectable expanse of her neck, and memorizing the pulse beneath my lips.

Layla purrs softly as I make my way into the sensitive dip between her shoulder and neck, a soft feminine sound that causes my balls to tighten with unreleased need. I continue my path, delighting in her desire but inexperience with a man taking charge and her sweet surrender.

My hands trail down her body, cupping the slight weight of her exquisitely shaped breasts with my palms. I let my fingers graze over Layla’s sensitive nipples already straining with her need. I stroke them, rewarded with her soft moan of desire, letting me know she is more than ready.

“Patience, princess.” I brush her lips gently, sealing our kiss before standing to undress. I watch as her eyes deepen with passion until I finish. I lay next to her, bringing her against me, holding her, and molding us together. I tilt Layla’s chin, wanting to see the emotion she usually hides. Her body softens into me as I continue to stroke her velvety skin. My princess may be intense and relentless to those who threaten the ones she wishes to protect, but in my bed, she is supple and submissive and more than perfect.

Her deep brown eyes are focused on me, and the golden flecks are dancing with her need. She moans softly, leaning into my touch and the warmth of my lips as I caress her. I kiss the sensitive area between her breasts, then each of her tips, before taking them one by one into my mouth. Her eyes remain lockedwith mine, and the smoky desire swirling in her depths causes my cock to throb with an insatiable need.

I alternate rolling the delicate and sensitive flesh between my finger and thumb and then kissing them to take away the sting. Layla purrs with pleasure as I learn what she likes, causing my cock to throb as it strains to get closer to her heat.

I make my way down her body, slowly, allowing our desire to build like a slow simmer, stoking it with soft caresses as I cherish the beauty unwrapped before me. I keep her waiting and relish in watching as her breathing patterns change and the emotion of her eyes turns dark and murky with her desire.

I slide down the bed and stroke the curve of her calves, slowly making my way up those gazelle-like legs. One thigh to the other, I lick along her inner thighs before nuzzling against the bare softness of her pussy.

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