Highest Bidder

“What are you going to do?” I whispered, staring at him with wide eyes.

A few minutes later, I was hanging from his hips in the bathroom, our bodies slick with the heat from the shower, and the air swirling with the scent of our joining.

Now that I had permission and free reign, I couldn’t stop kissing him again and again until he whirled me around and with my palms pressed against the wet tiles, he slammed into me, his heavy balls slamming against the curve of my ass. I sobbed while he panted with the fiery intensity of his lust.

“Fuck! Fuck,” he cursed.

The sounds of his wild curses made my blood quicken with delight. There was no doubt that I was driving him just as crazy as he was me, and the sensation of power consumed me. This position drove him so deep inside of me, deeper than he’d ever been, and the walls of my pussy milked him ravenously, extracting every ounce of pleasure from him.

When he exploded inside of me, my whole body froze with the sheer force of his release. It occurred to me that we had not used a condom, but instead of being dismayed, the thought of his hot seed spurting deep into me made new ripples of pleasure crash through my body. His cry was animalistic, a growl, perhaps a mating call. Barely able to catch my breath, I grabbed his ass and pulled him towards me.

It took quite a while for us to return to some semblance of normality, and when we did, he tried to pull out of me, but I held on tight. “I don’t think I can walk on my own,” I whispered.

His soft chuckle close to my ears made me tremble. It was the first time I’d heard him sound so relaxed. Slipping his hands under my knees and neck, he carried me out of the bathroom towards the bedroom. He settled me on the bed and stood over me. “We didn’t use a condo—”

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of it in the morning,” I said quickly.

He nodded. “We should have showered.”

He was right, we were a sticky delicious mess of sex, and sweat, but there was no other state that I would have preferred in the whole world. “We’re not done,” I said to him, exhausted from that explosive climax, but still holding onto my dreams of giving back to him just as he had to me. “I want to take you in my mouth,” I said, “and drive you mad.”

His laughter once again in my ear was nothing but music, the sweetest kind. “You’ve already driven me mad.”

“You’ll teach me, won’t you?” I asked.

“You don’t need teaching, Freya. You were a born seductress.”

“Really?” I whispered. With joy filling my heart, I began to lightly trace a tightly bunched, gleaming muscle in his thigh. As I watched, his cock began to stir. I looked up at his face.

He was staring down at my naked body. “You’ll be the death of me, Freya,” he groaned as he bent his head and captured my mouth in an all-encompassing kiss.

And it began all over again.

Freya

I awoke the exact same way we had fallen asleep with Brent’s hand around my waist. I looked down and the duvet was tangled around his hips.

I didn’t want to move, but it hurt a little as he had been there I was certain all night, I looked up at his full head of hair and moved my hand to touch it.

I couldn’t believe that I’d been this intimate with someone. My chest was bared with his impossibly warm, strong body glued to mine, but it was incredible how comfortable I felt. I looked out of the massive sliding windows at the view of the lustrous back garden beyond. It was snowing. Thank God, I sent my mom a text last night to tell her I wouldn’t be coming home. I knew she would automatically assume I was going to spend the night with Maddie or Ella.

He stirred then and my heart seized, as I waited for him to come awake.

He lifted his head from the pillow and looked at me.

My mouth felt dry with nervousness. Would he be the same as he was yesterday or would he be cold and arrogant in the cold light of the morning?

When he noted my presence and our position, he rose without a word to sit on the edge of the bed, his back to me.

“It’s snowing outside,” I said.

I watched his smooth, tanned back, refusing to believe that he would withdraw from me after the night we had just had together.

He turned to look at me. Despite his tousled hair and the dark shadow of stubble, the regality of the man couldn’t be dented.

“Is this how it's going to be?” I asked, trying my hardest to keep the hurt from my voice.

“There is a lot you don’t understand,” he said softly.

“Then explain it to me.”

“I can’t.”

“If you’re not ashamed to be seen with me, what is it?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Is it because of the sex club? Are you into kinky things?”

His lips quirked with amusement. “No, it’s not the sex club. I am into kinky things, but nothing that cannot be shared and enjoyed with you.”

I stared at him. “Then why do you have the sex club? What’s it for other than for selling virgins?”

“Blue Butterfly is where people go for extreme sexual pleasure.”

“What is that?” I asked curiously.

“Extreme pleasure can only be derived by special techniques, ancient secrets. I found out about them while I was living in Tibet. I met a very old monk who told me about these forgotten techniques. He said human sexuality had devolved to such an extent that we are now using sex to sell detergent and toothpaste and watching porn so full of violence it was toxic to the soul. He asked me if I would go back to England and start such a club, and he would send me the old women who knew the techniques to work in it. The techniques belonged to the people and needed to be relearned by humanity. One day I’ll take you there and let you experience them.”