Page 2 of Single Girl Rules: Auctioned

He bit my lower lip before pulling back.

I tried to stand up on my tiptoes to further the kiss, but hishand around my neck kept me in place. Just like a kidnapper would do…

“On your knees, you little slut.”

I smiled up at him. I loved when he spoke dirty to me. “Iknew you liked what you saw me do back on the island.” I reached out andunzipped his pants, palming his erection through his boxers.

He groaned.

“In fact, I think you loved every second of it.”

His thumb pressed on the center of my throat. “On. Your.Knees.”

Well, I did promise him I would. I’d been a little bit of atease. And I couldn’t violate Single Girl Rule #24: No blue balls allowed.Finish what you start.

But I also didn’t want to ruin this kidnapper roleplay byacting too eager.

“Make me,” I said.

He stepped forward, caging me in even more. His erectionpressed against my stomach. “You have five seconds to get on your knees. OrI’ll spank you so hard that you won’t be able to sit down for days.”

Was that a threat? Because that just sounded amazing to me. Inever sat down for long periods of time anyway…unless I was sitting on a bigcock.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I said.

He grabbed the thin straps that were the only thing holdingmy dress together. And then he pulled. The tug spun me around so hard that thefront of my hips slammed into the vanity. My dress fell to a puddle on thefloor around my high heels.

The palm of his hand landed hard on my right ass cheek. Thiswas why thong bikini bottoms were so good. Because you didn’t even have to getfully undressed to get a proper spanking. Justin must have known that when hedesigned my referee outfit. I couldn’t wait to see the other outfits he’d put togetherfor me.

But right now I was much more focused on Ghostie spanking me.

Yes, I loved Justin and my Odegaard outfits. But I thinkmaybe I loved Ghostie’s hands even more. Which was really saying something.

He spanked me again.

I’d already been wet. But the sting of his palm on my ass hadme drenched. Each time my hips dug into the vanity I felt my pussy clench.Maybe I should have gotten on my knees. Because at least that way I could touchmyself…

“On your knees,” Ghostie said from behind me. “Now.”

I turned around. But he was so close to me that there was reallyno room for me to follow his orders. So instead I grabbed his hand and lightlyran my tongue along his index finger before sinking the whole thing into mymouth.

“Fucking hell.” He grabbed me around the waist and hoisted meup on top of the vanity. Then with one strong tug, he ripped my bikini bottomin half and sunk all eight inches of his cock deep inside of me.

Oh God.I loved getting what I wanted.

His pace was relentless. Punishing. Exactly how I liked it.

I pushed the back of his shirt up so I could dig myfingernails into the muscles of his back.

He grunted as I scratched his skin.

I was pretty sure he loved when I marked him just as much asI loved him marking me. His fingers were digging into my hips so hard I wassure I’d have bruises. Perfect little Ghostie thumbprint bruises. They’d lookso hot lining the edge of a colorful thong.

“Harder,” I moaned.

But I didn’t need to ask. Ghostie was already thrustingharder. He knew how greedy I got when he was deep inside of me.

It was like my body was starved for sex. Which made sense,because I’d been handing out blowjobs all morning instead of getting properlysatisfied. And Ghostie definitely knew how to satisfy me.

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