The Auction (4)

Dahlia

He captured my lips in a frenzied kiss, his hands roaming my body hungrily. He caressed my hips and cupped my bare ass.

He showered kisses all over my body, in spots I didn’t even know were erogenous zones. He kissed my lips once more, savoring my sweet taste, tugging at my lip, sucking on it.

He grabbed my legs and lifted them, putting both over his shoulders, and then he spanked me.

My ass jiggled. “Oh…” I gasped. The pain was immediately sated when he licked my slick folds. I shuddered involuntarily.

He repeated the same motion—spanking my ass and licking my folds in one breath, until it was impossible to tell where pain ended and pleasure began.

I didn’t think my body could take it anymore, but another orgasm was building inside me. He kissed my pussy softly. He sniffed. “You smell so fucking good, I want to eat you out every single day.”

The vibration from his deep baritone voice between my legs caused me to shudder involuntarily.

His tongue slipped into my folds; he sucked on them. I moaned softly, moving my hips against his face. He parted me with his tongue, cool air hitting me down there.

I opened my legs wider for him. He ate me like I was dessert—torturously slow. His tongue swirled inside my opening…

“Oh yes!” I cried out, tears trickling down my cheeks. I couldn’t take it anymore.

His fingers dug into my thighs, and I knew I would bruise in the morning. He buried his face between my legs, teasing me.

“Fuck!” I tugged at the cuffs until they rattled at the hinges.

He sucked my clit until I was trembling…

“Oh my God! Fuck…”

He pulled away, and without warning, thrust into me sharply.

“Fuck me!” I gasped. All my emotions were heightened because of the blindfold. I felt his cock stretch me as my body opened up to accommodate him.

“You’re so fucking tight, flower,” he grunted. He moved his hips, plunging into my hilt.

If I wasn’t bound, I’d have pulled away. The pleasure curled at the pit of my stomach. “You’re fucking made for me…” He hooked a leg over his shoulder, angling his body so he could thrust deeper into me.

He grabbed my breast, flicking my nipples with his fingers.

Pleasure coursed through my whole body as he started moving. His cock was huge and girthy; it filled me inside and grazed my g-spot. If I wasn’t so wet for him, it would have hurt.

He grunted in pleasure, the sound of his soft moans, the image of him in my head—his head rolled back, his face contorted in bliss as he slammed inside me—drove me nearer to the edge.

Our sounds of pleasure filled the room, coupled with the wet slap of our slick bodies colliding. His thrusts grew harder and faster as he rammed into me. It was a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. He spanked me mid-stroke.

I gasped when he spread my legs wider, biting the inner corner of my thighs repeatedly. He licked soothingly, then bit again.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I cried out, sweat trickling down my forehead.

He grabbed my neck and choked me. “Come for me, my flower… I want your pussy to choke my cock.”

He moved impossibly faster, my breasts bouncing. He slapped them. “Milk my fucking cock!” he whispered huskily. He let out a low growl as my pussy tightened around his cock.

I was sobbing at this point, riding the waves of my orgasm. He came not long after. He grabbed my knee tightly, and with a few jerky thrusts, emptied his seed inside me.

We took a moment to catch our breath, staring into each other’s eyes.

**

I stirred awake beneath a duvet. My wrists ached from the cuffs, and the blindfold was still pressed against my eyes. Heat flooded my cheeks as last night’s memories returned in flashes—the way his lips claimed mine, his mouth sucking on my clit, the feeling of his cock stretching me out…

My cheeks heated just thinking about it. I bit my lower lip. “Hello? Stranger?” My voice was soft at first, then louder. “Hello?”

I was met with silence.

I tried to move, but the restraints held me back. “Hello? Is anyone here?”

The smile that had crept across my face fell, replaced with anger. How could he leave me alone still bound, with this suffocating blindfold on? No proper goodbye at least? My jaw clenched. The nerve of him.

A knock interrupted the silence. My heart leapt in my chest.

“Housekeeping?”

My hopes were dashed. It wasn’t him.

I battled with the decision, but I didn’t have a choice. I was bound and couldn’t get out of the restraints without help.

“Yes, please, come in,” I yelled.

The door opened and someone walked in. “Hello, ma’am.”

I thought I’d die from embarrassment, knowing the housekeeper was a man and he could see me in this state. Heat rose up my neck. “Could you help me, please?”

He said nothing, just moved closer and undid the blindfold. My eyes blinked against the light, landing on a face that was unfairly handsome. He had a sharp jaw, and there was a tinge of excitement in his bright green eyes that told me he was enjoying this more than he should.

Our gazes locked for a moment, and I quickly looked away, wishing the floor would swallow me whole.

He freed my wrists next, the cuffs clinking as they dropped onto the bed. “Anything else you need?” he asked, polite but with that infuriating cheeky smile.

“No,” I answered.

He turned as if to leave. “Wait,” I called.

He glanced back, brows lifted.

“Why did you come?”

His smirk softened into something casual. “I was instructed to. By the man who booked the room.”

My frown deepened. Him. The irritation bubbled up inside me once more.

**

The past few weeks had been a whirlwind. The wire transfer had cleared—enough to move my mother into a better hospital. For the first time in months, the doctors spoke with hope instead of pity. I’d returned to my boring job as a sales rep. By all accounts, life should have felt steady again.

But it didn’t.

At first, I was furious with him—the stranger who had left me bound without as much as a goodbye. But the anger didn’t last long. It disappeared, replaced by something far worse. He was right.

He stayed in my thoughts, uninvited. I’d be at work, staring into the distance, only to realize someone had been calling my name for who knows how long while I stood there dazed, replaying his voice in my head.

Nights were worse. I woke up from dreams of him—him touching me, fucking me, biting me…

Other times, I touched myself to thoughts of him, replaying his voice in my head, hearing him praise me. I tried to forget, but I couldn’t.

Lost in thought, I pushed open the glass door of my favorite coffee shop, Café n S’mores, only to crash straight into someone.

“Oh! I’m really sorry, I don’t know where my head’s at lately…” I blurted, flustered, stepping back.

A deep voice answered smoothly, “It’s okay, love. I was lost too.”

I froze. His hand was around mine. When I looked up, my breath caught.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and piercing dark eyes. His smile was devastating in a way that shook me.

Before I could speak, he released my hand. “Have a lovely day, flower.”

And then he was walking away.

Flower.

And then it clicked in my head.

I stumbled after him, weaving through the small crowd. “Hey! Excuse me!” My voice was breathless. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”