Page 127 of Auctioned

When her cries turn to moans, I’m done waiting. I straighten, twist the plug one, two, three times, and it goes in her ass.

Ophelia howls, staring at the ceiling, and fuck, if this isn’t the most tempting sound I’ve ever heard. The plug in her ass is so beautiful that I can’t look away.

“Take it out,” she breathes. Her ass squeezes hard around it. Her eyes beg me to leave it there. Right fucking there. “Please, take it out.”

“Stay.” My hand running along the curve of her back is a threat. Ophelia knows me enough to realize I’m not offering comfort. She curses under her breath. Holds still, though a slight tremor courses through her. “You have two options. One, you can keep clenching your ass. It won’t stop my cock from stuffing your pussy, Sonnet. It might even feel better that way. For me. I mean, all that pressure…”

“Asshole,” she whispers.

I pull my cock out of my pants, out of my boxers, slapping the end of the butt plug with it. “What was that?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Her apology is quick. Her shoulders rise and fall with each of her labored breaths. She must think that I plan on shoving my dick in there with the plug. With how irrationally scared she is, it might be a possibility. I’m a sick fuck, not bothering to correct her. “Option two?”

“Do as I say and relax.” I line my cock up to her dripping pussy. “Makes no difference to me. I’m fucking your cunt, pain or no pain.”

“Assho—Owner,” she rushes to correct herself. She’s beautiful in this light as the sunrise caresses her face. As fear and anger wash over her features.

Beautiful and dirty.

“Careful there.”

Both my hands are on her hips. I ignore the cursed tattoo on my hand. I can’t hate it as much since it brought me to her.

“You’re cruel.” Her eyes are narrowed. As close to pitch black as possible.

She wants this so bad.

Not half as much as I want her. My mark on her back only serves to intensify this storm raging inside me. This feral need to mark her from the inside. To tear the bandage and come all over her still healing wound.

It’ll have to wait until she’s healed.

I need her cunt wrapped around me. I need inside her like I need my next breath. No more waiting. No more warning.

I shove inside, all the way in.

“Fuck,” she screams, bowing her head. “Fuck.”

“That’s right. I’m fucking you.” My voice is strained, my lust pouring out of my throat. “So tight,” I grunt behind clenched teeth. Spank her over and over for being this tempting. For ruining my plans. For making mefeel. This isn’t a punishment for talking back. This goes far deeper than that. “Taking every inch of me.”

Her cries and screams reach my cock. My heart. With each thrust, I grow more attached to her. Lose my fucking mind to her. It’ll be a nightmare to focus at work today.

It’s the only way to save her.

“You’re mine.”Shove.Thrust.Spank. “You’ll come on my cock. Even if you hate me. Even if you hate yourself for wanting me. You’ll fucking come, Ophelia. Because you belong to me. My good girl. You feel dirty for how wet you are for this. But that’s exactly how I like you.” I drag my dick out, slamming back into her. Holding her in place when I knock the breath out of her. “Dirty and degraded and mine.”

Her body was made for seduction. The voices coming out of her bring me closer and closer to an orgasm. What really does it for me, though—what has my balls tightening and my seedspilling into her—is her. Her orgasm. Heroh my Godandfuck, I hate youwhile she comes all over my cock.

Yeah, she hates me. Despises me.

She’s stuck with me.

I’m the only one for her. Same as she is for me.

“Good girl.” I bend to kiss her shoulder. Her neck.

She glares at me, her lips twisting. “I don’t hate you.”

“I know.” Her body rocks with each slow stroke. As I pour more of my cum into her. “I don’t hate you, either.”

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