Page 69 of Auctioned Surrender

I lick Layla’s sweetness one last time before slowly making my way up her body, kissing her mound, nuzzling her navel, and teasing her unmercifully. I keep her from going over, but just barely, before raising so I can run the head of my cock along her entrance.

“Ready for me, princess?” I ask, nudging forward, ever so slightly, using her cream to guide my way.

“Yes, so ready,” Layla pants with her need, but she doesn’t raise her hips. Instead, she waits for me to pleasure her. She is so responsive and perfect. I reward her by tilting her legs forward as I sink deep and to the very end of her.

“Dereck.” The way she calls my name, that soft, seductively sweet sound that I’ve come to love, causes my balls to tighten with need.

I thrust in again, and then again, driving deeply into her while keeping her legs pushed to her front and utterly open to me so I can reach the end of her.

“It’s so deep,” she murmurs, tossing her head, wisps of lush hair falling across her face in the throes of passion.

“You’re so close, princess, but you don’t get to come until I tell you it’s time. Raise your hips and keep them there, Layla.”

Her hands tighten in the bedsheets, and her little pants are coming steadily, but she inhales deeply, showing me without words her acceptance of my instruction and attempt to please.

I grasp the end of her plug, tilting and sliding it from her rear, only to reinsert it on a moan that causes her to gasp. I slidein and out, building her need, listening to her sexy sounds and body pulse with her desire before removing it altogether.

She moans a soft little huff of frustration, tracking me as I show her the larger one, watching her eyes dilate before running it along her slick and well-lubricated seam.

“So good,” Layla gasps, as I continue to tease her. Still, we’re not through until she gives me what I want, so I drive deeper, my cock furiously hitting the end of her over and over. Layla pants, thrashing in her desire, and only then do I insert the larger plug as I drive deep. She screams my name, bucking on the end of me, again and again as I ride us over the brink and keep us there, rocking her hard, extending her release, and holding her there before gently letting her come down in my arms until her trembling and my own finally subsides.

I roll her over, facing her, side to side, her thigh thrown on top of my own, still joined as one, her bottom still full of my device, and my desire deep inside of her. I could kiss those passionate red-stained lips forever. “You’ve misinterpreted my intentions, Layla. I will make you submit in all things, princess, especially those that put you in danger, and not just those that you choose.”

Chapter 14

Layla

Dereck stares down at me, those dark watchful eyes, assessing, but he’s not waiting for an answer. His intentions were clear, but that doesn’t change things unless we can figure out a way to get to my sister another way.

“I like submitting to you, papi.” I run my finger over his lip because it’s the truth, and I only wish we had met at a different time and place.

Dereck kisses me, tenderly at first, but then finds my tongue, teasing, and leaves me breathless before too long. “Greedy girl,” he says, stroking my cheek, but his eyes are full of amusement. “Come on. I’ll make some fresh coffee, and we can work on the plan to find your sister before we eat lunch because you’re not going back to that club.”

He rolls over, and I grimace as I shift to get up.

“Sore?” he asks, concern immediately overshadowing his features.

I shake my head. “Not the bad kind, just a little, umm, full,” I say, embarrassed to be talking about the situation I find myself in.

Dereck lifts my chin. “Good. Every time you move, I want you to remember who you’ve submitted to and that it’s my plug inyour bottom, and it’s me who will take care of you. You can take it out to go to the bathroom anytime you need to, but otherwise, you’ll wear it until I remove it,” he says, kissing me on the lips.

I nod because it’s all I can manage through the haze of emotion that envelopes me. I’ve dreamed about a relationship like this for so long that it doesn’t feel real.

“Let’s wash off, princess,” Dereck says, taking my hand and leading me into the shower for a quick rinse.

We’re freshly showered, dressed, and have just entered the dining room when Dereck’s cell buzzes.

“I can make the coffee,” I tell him, gesturing for him to answer his phone.

He nods and accepts the call while I busy myself searching for the items to prepare the machine while he slides into the dining room chair behind his open laptop.

“Hi, Marenah. No, she’s still here with me. We’re just getting ready to go through the pictures you sent over. We’ll have to get back to you with any that Layla recognizes. Murphy is looking at some of the clubs on the list and trying to match informants in the area, and I’ve asked him to wrap you into anything they learn,” he says, pausing to listen for a few moments.

“Always. Thanks for all the work on this. We’ll let you know what we find in a little bit,” Dereck says as he disconnects, and I bring his coffee.

I place his coffee in front of him and retrieve my own.

“Thanks, princess. Marenah sent over some pictures of women we’re going to need to review. They’re all recent, the last two to four weeks, and taken from different jobs andsurveillance teams. She’s hoping one of them might be your sister.”

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