Page 30 of Highest Bidder

I’m not sure how long I lay there. The warmth of the fire and the events of the last twenty-four hours caught up with me, and I fell into a light sleep.

The sound of his laptop clicking closed, followed by his chair rolling away from his desk pulled me awake, and I felt him kneel beside me to murmur in my ear, “Get on your hands and knees.”

His command was direct, but his tone wasn’t as cruel as it had been last night, or even this morning.

I did as he instructed and wasn’t sure what to expect when I heard his zipper go down, and the cap of the lube bottle flip open.

He pulled the plug in my butt out an inch, then resituated it inside at the same time he shoved his cock deep in my pussy.With how easily he filled me, I realized he must have slicked his shaft.

Between his dick and the plug, I’d never felt fuller, or as good, and I bit back a moan.

“Fuck, I thought you were tight before,” he growled as he pumped in and out of me. “You’re even tighter now.”

He pushed my face into the pillow while he drilled me without mercy.

He snarled, “Dirty slut with your fucking tight cunt making my cock so hard…” like it was a bad thing. “I’m going to come so deep inside you, you’ll be dripping all damn week.”

That visual was hot, and I felt myself edging closer to an orgasm, so I clenched my body to fight it. I knew he would not be happy if I came without permission.

He must have been able to tell I was close because I felt a sharp sting to my ass as he barked, “You better not come, whore!”

His fingers bit into my hips and his rhythm became erratic until finally he seated himself fully inside my pussy and let out a long grunt. “Fuck yesssss! Take it!”

I whimpered with need as I lay with my face on the pillow, ass still high in the air.

“You did a good job tonight,” he murmured as he twisted the plug in my ass while his cock plugged his come in my pussy. “You didn’t whine. Didn’t squirm,” he rotated the anal plug again. “Kept this in here like you were told to.”

A flush crept down my neck. I hated the way his approval made me warm.

He pulled his cock and the plug out at the same time. I suddenly felt empty while his cum gushed down my inner thigh.

Using his finger and thumb, I felt him spread my pussy apart.

“Yeah, that’s fucking hot,” he mumbled as he smeared his cum around my folds. “I think you deserve a reward, whore.”

He pushed his thumb inside my pussy and ordered, “Ride my hand, bitch.”

I ground down on his thumb while he played my clit with his other hand like he knew every nerve by name.

Once again, I found myself teetering on the orgasmic cliff, and he growled, “Don’t you dare fucking come until I tell you to.”

The torture was so delicious, I wanted to scream. I opted for begging instead.

My movements faltered, and I cried, “Please, Master, may I come?”

He chuckled as he rubbed my clit faster.

“No.”

Oh god. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold out much longer.

Every muscle in my body went taut, and I was hanging on by a thread. A tear leaked from the corner of my eye, and my plea came out in a sob, “Please, Sir.”

He whispered, “Come, whore,” and the climax immediately overtook me. I shook from head to toe as pleasure shot through every cell of my being. I’d never experienced anything so incredible—it was almost too much. Just the thought of never feeling like that again was painful.

My body went limp, and I collapsed in a heap on the pillow.

Then I started to cry.

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