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“Do you trust me?” I ask her, though I know I have no right. She’s known me less than twenty-four hours. But something inside me needs her answer.
“Yes,” she responds without hesitation.
I release the breath I was holding and say, “Good. Now brace your hands on the piano and hold on.”
She does as I say, and I take a moment to appreciate the sight of her smooth back and the curve of her voluptuous ass before Istep in and press my chest against her. I guide my cock between her thighs and use one hand to press her legs tightly together. “Just like that. Good girl.” My words seem to have a profound effect on her because she shudders and whimpers, the sound turning into a moan when I thrust again.
Testing a new theory, I lean in close to her ear and say, “That’s right. You’re my good girl, aren’t you? You want to be so good for me?”
“Y-yes,” she breathes. “God, please. I-I want that.”
“Yes, what?” I ask on instinct, picking up the pace as I move against her. She’s so wet, and her arousal smooths the glide of my heavy cock between her folds. On every other stroke, the head of my shaft catches on her hole, and we both moan. “Yes, what?” I demand as I deliver a hard thrust, hitting her clit and making her cry out when she doesn’t answer.
“Yes, D-Daddy!” she screams as I do it again.
“That’s right. You’re a good girl for…Daddy.”
I punctuate the last word with a rough stroke. Her body tenses, and she starts to shake. She’s right on the edge, and the feeling of her thighs tight around me and the heat and wetness of her pussy have me right there with her, ready to fall. I reach around her and circle her clit with two fingers at the same time I press my mouth to her neck and bite down. Her orgasm slams into her like a wrecking ball, and she pulls me right off the cliff with her. My dick pulses, and I shoot rope after rope of cum over her pussy and thighs, marking her with my release.
I keep a hand on her back as I straighten up and look her over. She’s utterly wrecked, naked and bent out over my piano, the evidence of my orgasm dripping from her skin. The sight makes me want to howl and beat my chest, something fierce and primalcoursing through me. Holly is mine. Auction or no auction, she ismine. Whatever happens, I'm not letting her go.
Chapter Six
Holly
I’ve been living with Andrew for three days, and each one has felt like a waking dream. We haven’t left the protective bubble of his house, and I dread the moment reality will creep back in.
Andrew has taught me how to use the equipment in his recording studio and encouraged me to record as many songs as I want. I’ve just finished an Adele song that I’ve always loved, but glancing over at the piano and recalling what Andrew did to me that first day has me losing focus and flushing with heat.
After destroying me completely with two mind-blowing orgasms, Andrew had scooped me up and carried me upstairs to his room. We’d shared a shower and another round of orgasms before he settled me in his bed, and I fell asleep wrapped in his arms. That was a turning point for us, and I’ve all but moved into his room, into his bed.
Andrew doesn’t seem to mind my inexperience, in fact, he has been eager to show me every kind of pleasure he can draw from my body, and God is the man skilled. He knows just how to play me like I’m his favorite instrument. He didn’t miss a beat when I called him Daddy for the first time. Hell, he seemed to revel in it. I can’t deny that something about it just felt right. It’s happened a few more times since then, and each time using the honorifichas been that final push to send me over the edge. For his part, Andrew seems to enjoy it just as much. Around the house, we’re Holly and Andrew. But in the bedroom, we’re Daddy and his angel.
God, I want to be his so badly. He’s called me his in the heat of the moment, but part of me doesn’t believe it. He won me at a sex auction after all. He bid on my virginity, but he still hasn’t tried to go all the way yet. I’m starting to get frustrated because I want him, want to feel him inside me. The size of his cock is intimidating, but it doesn’t change how badly I crave it. I don’t know how long this thing between us is going to last, and I want to experience everything with him before it ends.
With that thought in mind, I leave the studio and go upstairs. Andrew had told me earlier that he had some calls to make, so I head for his office. I can hear the deep baritone of his rich voice as I get closer. Andrew said he doesn’t sing, but with a voice like his, he has to be more talented than he claims.
His office door is open, so I turn the corner into it. Andrew sits at his desk, regal as a king in his large leather chair. He’s leaned back with one arm propped on the armrest, the other holding his phone to his ear. He’s dressed in a plain gray t-shirt, the fabric stretched tight over his broad chest and shoulders. His desk faces the door so he sees me as soon as I walk in. God, he’s gorgeous. That salt and pepper hair and the persistent stubble on his jaw give him a superior look with an edge to it, and his intelligent, sharp eyes add a hint of danger. Andrew is a businessman through and through, but his demeanor suggests he can be just as cutting with his words as other men might be with a blade.
He smiles when his eyes lock on mine, and he beckons me closer, not breaking the conversation he’s having. He turns his chair slightly and pulls me onto his lap the moment I’m within reach.I settle my arms on his shoulders, arousal humming through my body. I can feel how wet I am already, and I can’t hid my impatience with his phone call as I rock my hips over his growing erection. Andrew pulls the phone away from his ear and hits the speaker and mute buttons. Another man’s voice, far less pleasing than Andrew’s, fills the room. I catch enough phrases to understand that they’re discussing something about contracts, but I’m distracted by Andrew’s hands sliding under my shirt and his hot mouth on my neck.
“What’s wrong, angel? Did you get bored of the studio?” he teases as the man on the phone drones on.
I moan as he licks up my neck and presses a biting kiss to the sensitive skin just below my ear. “I missed you, Daddy. But you’re busy; I can wait.”
“Such a good girl for me,” he says, pulling my shirt over my head and igniting my arousal to new levels. “You don’t have to wait…if you can promise to keep quiet while I finish my phone call.”
I’m confused, but I don’t have time to figure out what he means before Andrew lifts me onto his desk and quickly pulls down my pants, tossing them aside and leaving me bare on the cool wood surface. He lifts his phone and unmutes the call to answer a question I didn’t hear at the same time he pinches my nipple. I barely catch my cry, and Andrew quirks a brow at me as the man on the other end of the call asks if he’s okay. He lies about having something stuck in his throat, then asks a question full of legal jargon I can’t hope to understand at the same time he gives me a warning look. He mutes the call again and leans over to kiss me, pulling away far too soon.
“We can only play if you can be quiet, angel. Can you do that?” He drags a finger through my wet folds, pressing against my clit, and I have to clamp a hand over my mouth to stifle my moan as Inod. I’ll have to be quiet. Because I can’t wait. I want—no, I need Andrew, need my daddy. Now. “That’s my good girl,” he says, and a fresh wave of pleasure washes over me at his words.
He sets the phone on the edge of his desk, as far away from me as possible, but still close enough to pick up any sound I make. God, why is this so hot? Why does the idea of someone hearing what Andrew is doing to me make me feel so wild and desperate. Part of me wants them to hear, wants them to know that I belong to Andrew and only he can make me feel like this.
Leaning forward, he swipes his tongue through my folds and teases my bundle of nerves with quick flicks of his tongue. I slide my fingers into his hair and press him tighter to me, desperate for the release only he can give me. Andrew brings one hand between my legs, thrusting a finger shallowly inside me as his other hand reaches up and tweaks my nipple. My back arches of the desk, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out, squeezing my eyes shut and thrashing my head back and forth as Andrew works me into a frenzy with his talented mouth and hands. He tweaks my nipple again, this time hard enough to hurt, and my eyes fly open, locking with his intense gaze.
“Eyes on me, angel. I want you to watch me take you apart, to know who it is that’s doing this to you, who you belong to.” I glance at the phone, then back at him. “It’s okay,” he says, “He can’t hear you. For now. Go ahead and tell me. Tell me who you belong to.”
“Y-you,” I say, forcing the words through desperate gasps. “I’m yours. Only yours.”
