Page 7 of The Auction

“Were you? And why is that?”

“Because—” she began and stopped for another breath as he pushed in a third finger. His cock pulsed as her muscles contracted around his hand. “Because…I want you to fuck me, sir.”

Daniel smiled at her prone and helpless body. “You aren’t the first woman who’s ever said that to me. But since I’ve never heard it in a Russian accent before, I’m tempted to do just that.”

“Please, sir,” she begged. He loved that note of desperation in her voice, that hunger. He’d missed kinky women so much.

He reached into the bowl by the bed and pulled out a condom. Within seconds he had it on. Slowly he pushed into her wet heat, filling her one inch at a time.

She groaned loudly and gripped the ropes that bound her as Daniel held onto her hips and began thrusting. He took slow, deep breaths and concentrated on the elegant lines of Irina’s long back, the way the sunlight turned her hair almost red. He focused on anything but the excruciating pleasure of being inside this beautiful submissive. Otherwise, he’d come before he really got to enjoy her.

Irina’s tight vagina contracted around him as her body neared orgasm. It nearly killed him to pull out, but he did it.

After all, Kingsley had said she liked it “thorough.”

Daniel snapped open the black case which held the sex toys and pulled out a vibrator and one of several tubes of lube.

“Do you have any problems with anal?” he asked.

“Only that most men are terrible at it.”

“I’m not most men.”He spread lube over himself and then into her—filling her with the cool, wet liquid until she was slick and open and ready for him.

A soft moan escaped his lips as he carefully penetrated her ass. He didn’t thrust, however. Not yet. He took the vibrator off the bed, turned it on, and started to push it inside Irina.

She gasped and buried her face into the bedspread. Daniel let her ragged breathing guide him as he continued to press it deeper in her.

“Can you take both?” he asked, brushing her hair off her face. For all he loved sensual torture, he’d stop in a heartbeat if he was actually hurting her.

“Yes.” She gasped the word. “Please.”

At the “please,” he kissed the side of her face. No more did he force himself to hold back. He thrust now, hard and deep, riding her with long strokes. With every push, she gasped. He could feel the thrumming through the thin wall that separated him from the vibrator. His eyes nearly watered from the need to come. But he held back, dug his hands deeper into her skin, and kept pushing.

“Sir?” was all Irina could say.

“Come,” he ordered, and with a hoarse cry, Irina let go. Her entire body shuddered. She groaned something in Russian, and the one part of his brain that was still functioning reminded him to ask her later what she’d said, if she remembered.

Daniel closed his eyes as his climax overtook him. He’d fought it off so long that when he came, it felt like the orgasm would never end.

A grunt of discomfort from underneath him brought Daniel back to himself. Carefully he took the vibrator out of Irina, then pulled out. He left her where she was, spent, with her ankles still bound by the spreader bar while he disposed of the condom. Finally, he released her.

With a tired smile, Irina stood and faced him, wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Thank you, sir.”

Daniel ran his hands from her wrists to her shoulders, pushed her onto her back, and straddled her thighs. He pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor. He climbed onto Irina, pinning her to the mattress.

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After two hours of playing,Daniel finally gave up and crawled from the bed. He felt as tired as he had after scaling Aconcagua in Argentina two months ago. Just as tired, just as exuberant.

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” Irina said as Daniel pulled his jeans back on and buttoned them.

“What?”

“Put on clothes. Clothes on is not a good look for you. Clothes off is better.”

Irina lay on her side, watching him with that same lascivious look she’d given him in Kingsley’s upstairs office. Daniel decided that was what he missed most about being around women in theBDSMscene. Vanilla women wanted flirting, seduction, the whole song and dance. He got so bored with the dishonesty. He needed a woman who simply asked for what she wanted—especially if what she wanted was him. Never had that been a problem with Maggie, and certainly not with Eleanor. She had whispered a few things in his ear that had made even him almost blush.

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