Page 66 of Auctioned Surrender

I stroke down Layla’s mound with my finger, one stroke over her clit and right to her center.

She inhales a breath deeply as I gather her wetness, watching me closely as I do. Her brown eyes flicker with need, and she flushes rose as I taste her from my finger. I hold her gaze as I sink lower, allowing my tongue to wash over her clit.

Layla purrs her pleasure, causing my balls to tighten with their need.

I take my time, circling her mound with the warmth of my tongue, but she’s so turned on and hasn’t once tried to take her pleasure, instead, accepting what I give at the pace at which I give it. I reward her by caressing her with my tongue, sliding it over her soft, velvety folds.

“Dereck.”

My name on her sensual lips makes the dominant desire to claim every inch of her flood to the surface. I dip into her center and lick her wetness and the creaminess of her need. I caress every inch of my princess, devouring her sweetness as she graspsthe bedsheets and murmurs my name over and over. She’s close, and with time, Layla will learn the pleasure of delayed gratification, but not tonight.

“You can come when you’re ready, princess.”

I draw the sensitive nub into the warmth of my mouth, suckling and causing her to inhale a sharp breath. Layla writhes on the end of my tongue, but I’m far from done. I continue to caress and suck, sending her into a spiraling orgasm that I don’t let end until she is thrashing from side to side and calling out my name over and over as I claim what’s mine.

I push her knees up farther, wrapping myself while she watches with those expressive wide-open brown eyes. I swipe the end of my cock through her cream, and her tongue runs over her lower lip.

I push in, straight to the velvety heated hilt. Layla is hotter than my dreams, and it takes effort to hold myself in check.

She moans that soft, seductive purr that causes my balls to ache. I let her acclimate, but only for a moment before sliding out and driving in hard.

Layla gasps, and I know exactly when I’ve found that special little spot, the one that will drive her crazy and send her over the edge. Every time the end of me hits it, she bucks and purrs precisely the way she sounds in my dreams.

Her sexiness fuels my need, driving the intensity of my thrusts as my body gains momentum, seeking and giving her what she needs, each time harder and faster, hitting that little button every single time. Layla’s head thrashes from side to side, and she screams my name. I thrust even harder, sending us both hurtling over the edge as waves and waves of our desire for each other collide.

Layla's drifting, half asleep and half awake, completely relaxed, but the nervous energy will return her thoughts to her sister unless given a distraction. “Tell me, princess, has anyonetaken you from behind, right here,” I say, sliding an oiled finger through the crack of her bottom.

She half opens her eyes with a lazy, embarrassed looking smile. “I’m not exactly a virgin, but no one has been there.”

I find her answer exceptionally pleasing, reaching over to the nightstand for a training plug among the other toys. I unwrap the packaging and lubricate the length, waiting until she opens her eyes for me.

“There you are.” I stroke the plug as her tongue glides along her lower lip.

“My finger first and then a second before the plug. It’s small, but you’ll still know it’s there. Are you ready, princess?” I ask.

She answers on a whispery breath, “Yes.”

“Very good. Flip over, princess.” I circle her opening with my finger before inserting it, letting her acclimate before adding another digit. She accepts them well, but I give her time to adjust to the size and newness. “Breathe in deep, Layla,” I instruct, sliding the plug into her channel as she follows my instruction.

Her body tightens, but she is completely accepting of my gift. It clicks into place, and I stroke down the cheeks of her rear, before covering her for the night.

“Sleep, Princess. Dream about the sound of the ocean and feel of my plug. Let it be a reminder of who you are with and build your anticipation of what’s to come.”

Chapter 12

Layla

I wake in the morning after the most incredibly restful night. I haven’t slept that well in a long time, if ever. There’s a note lying on the pillow next to me, and I can’t help the smile it brings. No one has ever left a message on my pillow the day after.Morning, princess. Take a shower and join me for breakfast. Do not remove the plug.

My lips tilt upward, breaking into a wide grin that I couldn’t tame even if I wanted to. The plug was an ever-present reminder all night long of my decision to let go, be true to myself, enjoy what Dereck offers, and a stark wake up to how very much I want what he has to offer. I head to the bathroom, gingerly relieving myself, giddy as a schoolgirl while paying heed to his instruction before getting into the shower.

The water is warm, raining down from the dual-headed shower and pelting my skin gently from different angles. I lean back, letting the water rain onto my scalp and through my hair with a delicate pattern that is both relaxing and invigorating. The bath gel smells like lavender, and its scent surrounds me and fills the room.

I finish up in the shower’s luxury, feeling energized and ready for the day. Dereck is already at the table, drinking a cup of coffee and working on his laptop. “Good morning.”

He glances up and smiles, a broad, bright one that causes my chest to do little flip-flops. I internally chastise myself, ignoring the girlish response to this impossibly handsome man who has somehow managed to break through my defenses, set me on fire with need, sated me, and then put me to bed more relaxed and secure than I’ve felt in a very long time. “Morning, princess.”

I gesture to the half-full coffee pot on the counter. “Would you like a little more?” I ask, heading to the pot holding the caffeine I need.

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