Page 173 of Shared By the Highest Bidder

“I think that will do.”

The warm stickiness makes me feel claimed, and I love it.

Emery hops off the bed, and from the closet, he takes out a flogger.

I only know what that is because ofFifty Shades. It looks fuzzy, but I heard it stings.

Shit.

Something shiny is in his other hand. “I bought both of these just for you. This is an anal plug to prepare you for me. Any other time, I’d ask you to wear it all day.”

“I’ll start wearing it in the office.”

“Do you think I can get anything done knowing you have this in your ass, waiting for my cock?” He pulls on my hair gently.

“You’re the boss. Who says you have to wait?”

“You’re right.” He roars with laughter. “I don’t have to wait. Stick out your tongue. Get it wet.”

I do, and it’s cool against my tongue.

“Raise your hips.” Emery slides a bolster pillow under my stomach. “I need full access to both your cunt and your ass. You’re mine, Bernadette.”

Using my full name sounds so sexy on his lips.

He doesn’t kiss me, though. That’s not what this is. This is a man who’s hollow of any emotion and just needs release right now.

Emery’s tongue swipes between my ass cheeks, and I clench everywhere, making me wonder if Ash is getting rimmed by Ford right now.

“Christ, you taste so good.” A finger brushes my hole. “Still all mine?”

“Yes. Please, please fuck me already.”

“Good girl. Open for Daddy.”

If calling him daddy gets Emery hot, I’ll call him whatever he wants.

“Daddy, touch me, please.”

Emery growls in response.

“That’s my gorgeous girl.” A cool, smooth sensation slides into my ass as Emery’s fingers massage my clit. “Oh, so wet for Daddy.”

I explode into a raging climax that has me fighting to breathe.

“Did I say you can come?” he whispers into my ear, his warm breath fanning my skin, wrapping me in his scent.

“I couldn’t help it. I needed it.”

“Damn right, you needed it. Know what else you need?” The flogger strips drag across my skin. “To be spanked. To know I’m in charge. That you’re mine.”

It flicks and the tips hit my sensitive clit. I cry out from the sudden sting of pain that melts into intoxicating pleasure.

“Oh, looks like you need a safeword, my sweetheart. My good girl isn’t used to being tied down, ass up, waiting, begging for Daddy’s big, stiff dick to take that ass again and again.”

When you put it that way...

“Um. Stop?”

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