Delicate Revenge: Breaking Belles

“Fifty,” said someone.

“I’ve got fifty, and I want seventy-five. Do I hear seventy-five? Seventy-five, looking for seventy-five—”

“Two hundred thousand,” said a voice from the left.

“Two hundred thousand, do I have three? Three hundred thousand, would you go to three hundred—”

“A million,” came Emmett’s voice again.

Jesus, again?

But the auctioneer just took it in stride. “A million. Do I have a million and a quarter? A million and a quarter? A million and a quarter? I’ve got a million, looking for a million and a quarter.”

The room stayed silent, and again, Emmett strode forward. He wasn’t empty-handed though. I didn’t know where he’d gotten it, but he was holding a bundle of red silk rope.

My eyes shot to his, but he wasn’t looking at me.

“Kneel,” was all he said, a cold order barked in my direction. I immediately dropped to the floor. In for a penny, in for a pound. In spite of how wrong things were between us, submission required trust, and I trusted him. I meant what I said. I loved him, and love inherently included trust. I could only demonstrate my truth through my actions.

So I knelt, and when he moved behind me, pulled one arm behind my back, and began looping rope around my arms, tying my wrist to my ankle, I didn’t make a single peep of protest.

Only when he finally had me the way he wanted me, trussed up until I could barely move, on my knees with my arms tied to my ankles, did he finally go to stand in front of me and look down at me.

I looked up at him, and our eyes caught for a moment, just a moment, before his hands were on the button and zipper of his pants. He pulled himself out, and my eyes widened. He was engorged—huge and what had to be almost painfully hard. Good Lord, how long had he been like that? The entire time he was tying me up?

I licked my lips and then looked up at him.

He bent down so that his head was beside mine. “The act of snapping is your safe word. But only use it if you mean it. Because I’m not going to take it easy on you. Nod if you understand.”

He pulled back, and I looked up at him, swallowing hard as I nodded. My back was arched, and my breasts thrust out the way he’d tied me. It was far from comfortable, but when I glanced down at myself, I had to admit it was an incredibly erotic sight.

But I had only a moment to look, because the next second, Emmett was grabbing me beneath the chin and then shoving his fat cock between my lips.

Murmurs went through the crowd as he began to fuck my face. There were no other words for what he was doing. He was using me. Using me like one might a sex doll. It was degrading. Humiliating.

And I was so turned on.

Perfect cotillion Darlington daughter, on my knees while the strongest, most powerful man in the room had me tied up, fucking my face. He grabbed the back of my hair and bottomed out, his cock going down my throat until I choked a little on him. He growled, and I could tell he liked that. So did the other men in the room.

So I closed my lips around him and sucked with as much vacuum pressure as I could manage until Emmett groaned and pulled back. I pulled in a breath before he thrust back in.

I wished I had my hands free so I could fondle his balls, making it even better for him.

When he next pulled out, I yanked free of his grasp on my hair, ignoring a few hairs pulled free, and ducked to suck one of his balls into my mouth. He gasped as I laved it with my tongue and then moved on to the other.

He growled but let me play—at least for a few seconds more—before grabbing my face again with both of his hands and bringing his stiffer-than-ever cock to my lips. He bobbed the full-to-bursting crown in and out of my mouth. I suckled the tip, licking right up the slit and then covering the crown with my mouth, pressing hard with my tongue on the vein underneath the tip.

That sent him crazy again. He clutched my head harder and pushed in and out, in and out.

“Paint her lips, Initiate,” called a voice from the crowd.

He pulled his cock out, so thick his hand barely fit around the girth of it, and looked me in the eye as he used the tip like a paintbrush to cover my lips in the precum leaking out of his cock. My chest arched out even more toward him. I never would’ve thought a blowjob could turn me on this much, but everything concerning Emmett did—and God, seeing him hold his magnificent cock like that….