Page 6 of The Auction

From the case, he pulled out a length of black silk rope, one set of ankle cuffs, and a two-foot spreader bar. He tossed the bar and the cuffs on the bed—he wouldn’t need those until later.

“King said you like it thorough. What don’t you like?”

“Time wasting. Sir.”

Russian women, Daniel was learning, were their own breed.

Without asking permission, he pushed Irina onto her stomach and wove the rope around both wrists behind her back. Tempting as it was to hog-tie her for her arrogance, he decided against it. He might strain her back too much. That hadn’t been a concern with Eleanor, who wasn’t just petite but had a rather accommodating body. Extremely accommodating.

After tying up Irina, he stopped to look at her. Was there anything in the world more erotic than a woman who’d given herself up entirely into his hands? His power? Her trust? A potent combination.

Once more, he ran his hands over her body, down her arms, through her long hair. He even stroked the soles of her feet, making her twitch and flinch. His cock had hardened almost painfully as he’d bound her. Now it pressed against the zipper of his jeans, aching to be released.

He hoped his and Kingsley’s definition of thorough were the same.

With two quick movements, he had Irina off the bed and onto her knees in front of him. He gripped the back of her neck with his left hand while his right hand opened his pants. He let the tip of his cock lightly touch her waiting lips.

He didn’t have to give her the order to take him into her mouth. Without hesitation, she wrapped her lips around him and sucked deep. His hand tightened on her neck hard enough he knew he risked leaving bruises. She didn’t seem to mind.

With careful undulations of his hips, he thrust into her mouth. God, it felt like the first time he’d had real sex since Eleanor left him. During his vanilla encounters, his body had been on autopilot. Now the real Daniel was waking up, coming back to life again.

Even as a dominant, he always considered himself a gentleman. He never inflicted pain without offering equal or greater pleasure to his submissive. His hand slid from Irina’s neck to her breasts, and he toyed with her nipples…gently at first and then with greater intensity as she began to moan with need. The moaning caused the back of her throat to vibrate. Daniel breathed in deep and forced himself not to come immediately.

God, he’d missed this.

He pulled out of her mouth. With practiced ease, he untied the knots and released Irina.

“Feet on the floor, face the bed.” He snapped his fingers and pointed right at the spot where he wanted her.

“Yes, sir.”

She obeyed quickly but without undue haste—eager, not afraid. Daniel walked to the opposite side of the bed and crooked his finger at Irina, a silent command for her to lean forward and stretch her arms out toward him. He knotted the rope around her wrists, then tied the other end to the bed frame. She pulled hard, testing the strength of his restraints. Those knots of his had kept him alive two thousand meters above sea level. They’d undoubtedly hold one woman to a bed. And no chance either the bed frame would break or bend. Not any bed that belonged to Kingsley Edge. His beds would survive the Apocalypse.

Pleased with her position, Daniel returned to Irina. He tapped the back of her knee, signaling her to bend her leg like a horse being shoed. Except he was buckling the ankle cuffs onto her legs. Then, with two snap hooks, he secured her ankles to the two-foot spreader bar. Once finished, he took a few steps back to admire his captive Russian. In her current posture, she could hide nothing of herself from him. He drank in the sight of her long naked back, long legs trapped in cuffs, and her beautiful damp pussy, slightly open, beckoning him.

“Arch your back,” he ordered. Standing directly behind her, Daniel caressed Irina’s back, her bottom, hips, and thighs. He touched her gently, lightly, until she groaned with frustration.

Then with the full force of every muscle in his arm, he slapped the back of her upper thigh.

Irina gave an utterly shocked and satisfying yelp of pain. He glanced down and saw a bright red handprint rising on her skin.

Daniel stretched across her back and pressed his mouth to her ear. “That was for the ‘better weather’ joke.”

Irina didn’t answer. She’d still feel that hit tomorrow with every step she took.

“Say you’re sorry, and I won’t do it again…today.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Good girl.” Daniel stood and massaged the red and burning welt. “I aimed for the thigh on purpose. The skin on the ass is a little too thick. The thighs hurt more. Can you tell the difference?”

He slapped her thigh again, right on the red spot, and reared back and spanked her ass, once, sharply, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Irina flinched and cried out both times. Daniel could have patted himself on the back. He might be out of practice, but he still had it.

Daniel moved his hand to the apex of her thighs. Once more, he found her clitoris and kneaded it. He felt the heat of her against his hand, a heat that drew him in. He pushed a single finger inside her and let the wet warmth envelop him.

“Kingsley said you weren’t in love with pain. As wet as you are, I might have to argue with him.”

She breathed hard as he pushed a second finger into her pussy. “I was that wet before you hit me, sir.”

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