The Auction (3)

Dahlia

He pushed down the sleeves of my dress, exposing my breasts to him. My nipples puckered instantly as the cold air hit them. I wondered what went through his mind when he saw I wasn’t wearing underwear.

Did he think I had done it for him? For the random stranger I was about to surrender my body to?

As if he could read my mind, his hands traveled down my body and slipped between my thighs. I gasped.

He chuckled lightly. “No underwear? I like it…”

“The dress I had on d—”

“Shh.” He pressed a finger against my lips. Rustling noises followed, and then I felt an ice cube touch my nipple. A sharp gasp escaped my lips. The sensation was unexpected, cold and shocking.

He rubbed the ice in slow circles around one breast before moving to the other. He let the cube rest there, numbing me, and then his hot tongue lapped it up, taking both the ice and my nipple into his warm mouth.

I sucked in a deep breath. He sucked with such fervor, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub, jolts of pain sparking through me, before soothing it with the warmth of his tongue.

While his mouth worked on one breast, his hand massaged the other, flicking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He tugged, cupped, and teased, switching back and forth until I was trembling.

I was a writhing mess beneath him, my back arching off the bed. I leaned into his touch, wanting more, needing more.

He licked and flicked, massaging, sucking harder. He latched onto a spot and bit down, holding it long enough that I knew it would leave a mark in the morning.

He tugged the rest of my dress off, leaving me bare. Instinctively, I pulled my legs together, but his hands wedged firmly between them.

“Don’t. Open up for me, little flower…”

I swallowed and let out a shaky exhale before slowly spreading my legs. I longed to see his expression, to catch even the faintest glimpse of his thoughts. But blindfolded, all I had was my imagination.

So I pictured him at the foot of the bed, staring down at me with unbridled hunger as I spread myself open just for him.

“Oh, you should see what I see, little flower…” His voice was husky, drenched with desire. I knew without looking that his eyes were dark with lust.

The thought alone sent a rush of heat through me, pooling wet between my thighs. He grabbed my legs and lifted them onto his shoulders, opening me wider for him.

“Describe it for me,” I blurted, my cheeks flaming instantly. I couldn’t believe I had said it aloud. The silence that followed stretched unbearably.

Then his voice came, low and rough. “Your juices are trickling down your inner thighs…”

A finger brushed close to my pussy. I shuddered at the feather-light touch.

“And you taste so fucking good, by the way.”

I bit my lip, knowing he had slid that finger into his mouth.

“Your pussy is soaking wet for me, and I’ve barely touched you,” he whispered. His hot breath tickled between my legs.

A shiver racked through me, a whimper spilling from my lips. I was wound too tight, aching for release. “Please…”

“Please what?” His teeth grazed my earlobe.

I whimpered, biting down on my lip. “Please fuck me…”

“Where’s the fun in that? I just started…”

Something slid around my neck. I sucked in a breath as I felt his tie snug against my throat, tightening just enough to choke lightly but not cut off air.

“I want to use your body in ways you’ll approve of,” he murmured. “In ways that will leave you flushed with pleasure…”

I swallowed hard.

He pulled away, and frustration crashed over me. The release I so desperately needed slipped further out of reach.

Then I heard it—the low hum of a vibrator. The sound magnified in my ears.

He straddled me again, pressing the toy against my nipples.

“Yes…” I moaned softly.

He trailed it lower, across my belly, to my thighs, hovering dangerously close to where I burned for him. I pried my legs apart eagerly, hips bucking in anticipation.

In that moment, I was thankful for the blindfold. I didn’t have to look him in the eye, didn’t have to see the way I was acting like a sex-starved animal.

And just as I was about to give up hope, he pressed the vibrator to my clit.

A moan tore from my throat. “Oh my God!”

“Yes, spread those legs wide for me, my flower…”

My cheeks burned, but I obeyed.

He circled the vibrator against me, relentless. Then, without warning, he thrust a finger inside me.

“Oh, you’re so fucking warm, little flower…”

Another finger joined the first, pumping into me as he curled them just right, stroking my g-spot while the vibrator still tortured my clit.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out. My hips rose to meet his thrusts, my body desperate for more.

When it felt like he was about to pull away, panic surged through me. “Please, no! Please don’t stop,” I begged, breathless.

His fingers drove deeper, faster, pounding into me as slick sounds filled the room.

“That’s it, right there, flower. Moan for me…” His hot breath fanned against my pussy.

Pleasure climbed higher and higher, coiling tight in my core. “I’m going to come…” I whined, bucking wildly.

“Yes, come for me, baby,” he groaned. His thrusts quickened, the vibrator pressing harder against my clit.

My eyes rolled back as he tugged the tie around my neck, choking me just enough. “Oh fuck… oh yes… oh fuck me…” I whimpered, tears pricking the corners of my eyes as my orgasm ripped through me.

The blindfold came off just in time for me to see it. My body convulsed, release gushing out of me. I stared in shock—I didn’t think I was capable of squirting.

I stole a glance at him. His jacket and tie were gone, his shirt undone at the top, though that damned mask still hid his face.

He was watching me with raw fascination, his hands still buried inside me, pumping mercilessly as my release coated his skin.

I trembled, overwhelmed by aftershocks, but he didn’t stop until every drop had spilled from me.

When he finally withdrew, I gasped. His hand glistened with my juices. He popped his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean, eyes never leaving mine.

My breath hitched. My heart pounded as I watched, my lip caught between my teeth.

“I want to taste you every time,” he whispered. “You taste so good, my little flower…”

He slipped the blindfold back over my eyes.

“I’m not quite done with you, little flower…”