Auctioned to the Bad Boy CEO

Hannah bit her lip to stop herself from crying out and demanding he put his oh so talented fingers back to her sensitive flesh, when he withdrew them. A door opened and shut, and then she flew through the air onto the hugest and softest bed she ever had the fortune to be thrown onto. Then again, had she ever been manhandled like this? And perhaps most importantly, would she have let anyone else do this?

Logan moved her with such ease, as though she weighed no more than a feather. With such utter confidence, as though it was his God-given right to do so, and wasn’t that the biggest turn-on yet? Like the bad boys she liked to read about in her secret collection of romance novels—the ones no sane, liberated woman ought to want, yet couldn’t help but lust after—he seemed determined to take his pleasure.

Sure enough, before she’d even stopped bouncing he was on top of her. His considerable bulk pinned her to the mattress, further reiterating how much she was at this man’s mercy. When he wrapped her long hair around his fist and pulled her head sideways to make her look at him, the heated intensity in his eyes stoked her own internal flames of desire. She licked her lips, and time stood still when his gaze dropped to her mouth. The most sinful smile lit up his features, and then he rolled off her. Before she could mourn the loss of his body heat, he’d straddled her legs, and taking her arms pulled them up the bed until her fingertips touched the slats of the headboard. He curled her fingers around the structure, and growled his instructions.

“Leave them there, or I’ll have to tie them.”

Oh, good lord. He wouldn’t, would he?

He dropped a kiss on her exposed shoulder and ran his stubble roughened jaw along her neck. Hannah couldn’t help her involuntary shudder in response, and she felt him smile in the butterfly kisses he delivered in between words.

“So beautifully responsive. Trust me, my sweet little Hannah?”

Now there was a multi-million-dollar question, if ever she heard one. The hugely turned on part of her wanted to scream, “Yes”, but the sensible, wary part of her won out.

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

“Good girl, you’d be fool to say yes.”

Jeez, when he called her a good girl in that deep voice, laced with approval and barely concealed lust, she simply melted inside. What in the hell was that all about? Things like that only happened in books not in real life, surely? Yet she couldn’t dispel the very real need that blossomed inside of her to hear him call her that again.

“Let me rephrase that question. Do you trust me enough to know that I’ll only have your pleasure in mind?”

His voice dropped even lower as he said that, and she held her breath when he started to tug at the zipper, which held the top part of her dress together. Cool air greeted her overheated skin with each agonizingly slow pull. The clasp for the strap across her back was next, followed by her bra closure, exposing her back entirely to his gaze. Logan sucked in a harsh breath, and she could almost feel the weight and heat of his stare caressing her body like a physical touch. Then his large hands were on her skin, following the curve of her spine, applying just the right amount of pressure to relax her muscles. She jumped when he swatted her butt a few more times in quick succession, until her ass felt like it was on fire. Hannah tightened her grasp on the headboard, grateful for something to hold onto, because far from the humiliating experience this should be, something entirely different was happening to her.

“I expect an answer when I ask you something, little girl.”

Logan slid her dress up until it was bunched around her hips, and pulled her knickers down.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you want me to say to that. I … oh … damn.”

Hannah’s words came out in gasps, because he’d grasped large handfuls of her butt cheeks, and squeezed. The resulting zing of pain shot straight to her pussy, and she bit her lips to stop herself from moaning in delight.

More of her arousal coated her labia, permeating the air with the scent of her need, which should have been mortally embarrassing.

His harsh inhale and the gentle, yet insistent way he ran his fingers through her pussy lips and murmured his approval left no room for doubt, however.

“Never mind, my sweet Hannah, your body tells me all I need to know. Here, taste how wet you are for me.”

A tug to her hair brought her head up, and before she could even grasp his intentions he’d pushed two of his fingers, slick with her arousal, into her mouth.

She should have been shocked at his actions. It should have felt strange to taste herself, but the opposite was true. It was the hottest thing yet, made doubly so, by the heat in his gaze. She wrapped her tongue around his digits, and sucked. His cock jerked against her hip, a hard ridge, which told its own story.

Surely, any minute now, he’d flip her over and bury that thick shaft inside of her. Her internal muscles clenched in anticipation of his taking her. Would he be gentle or fierce? Not that it would matter either way. She was so ready for him, he would slide right in and she might well come on the spot. The ache between her legs intensified at the thought of his penetration, and she squeezed her thighs together.

The slap to her butt hurt—really fucking hurt. She’d have bitten down on his fingers, had he not pulled them out of her mouth, so she glared at him instead.

“What the hell was that for?”

Another two, just as hard swats left her behind on fire, and took her breath away, because he straddled her legs again and ran his large hands all over her butt.

Oh, that felt way too good. A kiss between her shoulder blades and his soft laughter traveled over her skin, as he continued to kiss his way south, while massaging the fiery globes in his hands. Waves of heat, of desire, radiated out from her ass to every one of her erogenous zones. Logan abandoned her backside after delivering one more spank right where her butt met her thighs. Hannah screeched in surprise when he flipped her over, pushed her knees up to her chest, and then buried himself between her thighs.

“There’ll be no getting off without my say-so, little dove, that’s why.” He growled the words into her sensitive flesh. The first lick of his tongue stopped any protests she might have had, because he didn’t stop there. With the same unerring precision and knowledge of her hotspots that he’d already demonstrated, Logan went to work. He suckl

ed, and licked, nipped, bit and swiped his way along and into her pussy with breathtaking finesse. Her hips jerked upwards without any conscious effort on her part, as she instinctively sought to increase the friction he created between her thighs, and she fisted her hands in his hair to anchor him to her, as her orgasm hovered just out of her reach. A little bit more, just…

“Please, don’t sto—”