Page 34 of Highest Bidder

I wasn’t.

I kept my expression stern, and she moved to the pillow, then leaned forward, hands flat on the floor, ass in the air to present herself like the obedient little thing she was turning out to be.

“Good whore,” I murmured as I reached for the bigger plug I’d set aside for today. “Gonna stretch you a bit more,” I said as Ilubed the metal. “You’re not ready for my cock back here yet, but you will be.”

The plug slid in with a slow push, and her breath hitched. I gave it a small twist, then tapped it to make sure it was in.

“Keep it in. If it falls out, I’ll make you lick it clean.”

She didn’t say a word. Just got back into position on the floor like nothing had happened.

I stared at the screen, pretending to focus on the game, but my cock was already getting hard, and not because of the score.

Because of the fact that I could do anything I wanted to her.

Because I owned her.

She stayed on the pillow at my feet, naked, quiet, and still while I watched the game.

I absentmindedly reached down to stroke her hair like she was a good pet, and she closed her eyes at my touch.

Like she liked it.

Like she likedme. But I knew that wasn’t possible.

She couldn’t. I wouldn’t let her.

This wasn’t about affection, it was about ownership. Nothing else.

So, when my cock stirred again half an inning later, I told myself it wasn’t from lust. It was power.

Power to take her whenever I wanted.

I set the remote down and snapped my fingers. “Up.”

She stood without question.

“Over the arm of the couch. Now.”

She bent over, and I pulled the plug from her, then tossed it on the cushion beside us before reaching for the lube. After giving myself a quick stroke, I lined up and shoved in where the plug had stretched her, slow but relentless, until I bottomed out in her ass.

“Fuck. So tight,” I growled as I sank in deeper. “Taking it like you were made for this.”

She whimpered into the couch, and I reached around to find her clit, already slick and swollen. Just a few circles, and she moaned, “So good.”

I grinned against her shoulder but kept my voice stern. “You better not come, whore.”

Her body quivered beneath me. I could feel how close she was.

I leaned over her back, my voice a low threat against her ear as I repeated myself. “Don’t you dare fucking come.”

A muffled moan escaped her throat, and her fingers clutched the cushion, but she obeyed.

Gripping her hips, I fucked her hard, rough, and deep. No rhythm. No tenderness. Just pure, brutal possession.

She didn't cry or beg. Just took it like she was supposed to.

I drove into her one final time and held her tight against my hips as I buried my cock deep and emptied my balls inside her ass.

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