Page 51 of The Auction

“He’ll mind, especially since I kicked his date out. But Kingsley can kiss my ass. Don’t tell him I said that. He might take it literally.”

Anya started to laugh but he cut her off with a kiss to her lips so hungry he thought it might consume them both. As he kissed her, Daniel pressed his hips into hers and was gratified to feel her press back.

Daniel pulled her away from the wall and slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms. Shoving the dress down her body, he hooked his thumbs into her white panties and brought them down to the floor as well. Now Anya stood in front of him naked but for her shoes and the halo of her hair.

She was exquisite. Her breasts were a perfect handful, her nipples dark pink and getting redder as he gazed on them. Her soft stomach quivered as she breathed nervously. She was shaved bare and his mouth watered at the thought of licking that smooth naked mound down to her clitoris, her labia and even inside of her.

“Nice shoes,” Daniel said.

“They’re Mary Janes. Very comfortable.”

“I’m sure they’ll feel quite comfortable on my back.”

At that Anya blushed, just as he’d wanted her to. He lifted her in his arms and laid her across Kingsley’s massive bed. Kingsley might have had a virgin in his bed before—Daniel would put nothing past that man—but he knew never before had a woman so beautiful graced these sheets. And she was his, all his.

Anya settled against the sheets of Kingsley’s rather infamous big red bed. Daniel pulled off his jacket and tossed it over the back of the chair. Anya rolled up to sitting as he started on the buttons of his vest.

“Let me,” she said. “Please, sir.”

Smiling, Daniel dropped his hands to his sides.

With shaking hands, Anya unbuttoned the vest and pushed it off his shoulders. She let it fall to the floor.

“The floor?’ Daniel raised an eyebrow at her. “This is my favorite suit, you know. It shouldn’t end up on the floor.”

“As I was making it,” she whispered as she started on the buttons of his shirt, “I couldn’t help but imagine it on the floor by the bed, sir. I wanted to hate you. I did hate you. But I only hated you, because I loved you.”

“If that’s how you hate me, then hate me for the rest of your life.”

Daniel caressed her naked back as she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his suit trousers. But she didn’t stop there. She opened his pants, slipped her hands inside, and wrapped her fingers around him.

“Bad idea,”he whispered in her ear.

Anya started to pull away but he grabbed both her wrists. “Just because it’s a bad idea doesn’t mean you’re allowed to stop.”

Laughing softly, Anya leaned her head against his chest. Daniel wrapped an arm around her as she kept exploring him with her fingers.

“Are you on birth control?” he whispered as he caressed her spine from the nape of her neck down to the base and up again. “Or do I need—”

“Please,” she said, looking up at him. “I’ve been on it for three months. And I want nothing between us, sir.”

“Me neither. Never again.”

Anya nodded, seemingly unable to speak. She looked down and watched herself touching him. At first her fingers moved tentatively, but she grew bolder with each stroke and hisshuddering breaths that followed.He heard her mumble something.

“Louder and in English,” he ordered.

When Anya turned her face up to him, he saw she was blushing. “I said I can’t imagine how we’ll fit all of that inside me.”

Daniel cupped her chin and kissed her lips “Very carefully. Lay down.”

Obediently, Anya rolled onto her back. Her hands clenched nervously at the red sheets underneath her shivering body. He lifted her leg and pressed a kiss onto the sensitive skin of her ankle, right above the strap of her white Mary Jane.

With torturous slowness he kissed his way up the inside of her leg, lingering at her knee…then lingering even longer at the inside of her thigh. He felt her whole body stiffen as he kissed even higher. Gently, he bit her hips and the soft skin at the base of her stomach before dipping his head lower. Pressing her legs wide, he licked her bare labia and sucked lightly on her clitoris.

“Sir—” She gasped in shock, and he sensed she wanted to scoot away. With an iron grip he clamped both hands on her hips and held her in place.

Using his elbows, he pried her resisting thighs open even wider. Now he remembered why he’d avoided virgins in the past—the nervousness, the shyness, the fear of the unknown threatening to overshadow the moment’s pleasures. But with Anya he felt the privilege of being her first lover, of teaching her, training her. Once she learned how to give herself to him sexually, he’d teach her to submit to him in other ways—submit to pain, to darker pleasures, to every delicious sensation and temptation he could devise for her.

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