Sin City Auction (Nevada Bad Boys 4)

I woke up a short time later after a dreamless nap and felt like I had enough energy to stand. I used the bathroom, chugged a Red Bull, and sat down on the couch. My pussy and ass were so sore that it I couldn’t find a comfortable seated position so I stretched out on my stomach and flipped on the television. Even that hurt. My abdominal muscles felt like someone had just taken a meat grinder to them. That meat grinder’s name was Ruckus and he was starting to mess with my head. I walked into his suite with one simple goal but I was starting to feel something different. I was starting to like the things he was doing to me.

He leaves me sore. He pounds me until there is nothing left. He spanks me without a care in the world for my suffering. Why am I wishing he would wake up and put me on the floor between his knees right now?

I had never read the 50 Shades books like Abby had, but I watched the movies with her. Nothing about the lifestyle they portrayed interested me. The idea of a dominant man and a sweet submissive woman just sounded like a man’s fantasy. Abby certainly thought there was more to it. As I lay there with the marks from Ruckus’ belt glowing on my ass, I started to wonder if there was more to it than what I perceived on the screen. Perhaps I was the kind of girl that could be turned on by that sort of thing. I felt my pussy starting to get wet and I shoved my hand underneath me, rubbing my clitoris as I thought about Ruckus giving me a lot more than three lashes with his thick leather belt.

Give me another one, Ruckus. Show me how bad I’ve been.

I started to get turned on to the point I was moaning. My pussy was so sore that it was hard to even feel pleasure, but I still rubbed my clitoris as hard as I could. I opened my mouth and took in deep breaths, exhaling sharply as I pictured his muscular frame wielding the thick leather of my remorse like a surgeon. I got really close to an orgasm, but it just wouldn’t come. I had spent so much energy during the day that it was practically impossible. I opened my eyes slowly and then they bulged out of my head when I saw Ruckus standing only a few feet from me. I yanked my hand away quickly and felt my heart trying to pound straight out of my chest.

“Don’t stop because I’m watching. I’m enjoying the show.” He reached down and parted his bathrobe to stroke his cock, which was already hard.

“How long have you been watching?” I felt terrified, but strangely aroused.

“A few minutes.” He rubbed his entire length and smiled. “I was afraid you’d hear me if I did anything about this dick, but now that you know I’m here, why don’t you keep going.”

“Only if you help me play out the fantasy I was thinking about.” I slid my hand back under my abdomen.

“That sounds fun.” He grinned and nodded.

“Go get your belt.” I took a deep breath and exhaled sharply.

Ruckus stared at me with a blank look on his face for what seemed like an eternity. After all the sexually depraved things he had done to me, my request actually gave him pause. He even stopped stroking his cock and instead just held it in his hand. He finally released his grip and walked back to the bedroom. When he returned clutching the leather in his hand, just the image of him holding it made me tingle. I spread my legs, lifted my ass, and started to rub my clitoris again when he got to the couch.

“I’ve never met a girl that actually like this sort of thing.” He held his belt loose at his side. “I’m usually the one getting off on it.”

“Shut up and teach me a lesson I’ll never forget.” I moaned and bit down on the couch. “You hot-as-fuck, delicious-as-sin, ugly old oaf.”

He didn’t hold back. He brought the belt down against my flesh with the same ferocity he had earlier when I was actually being punished. I screamed, but I didn’t beg for him to stop. I rubbed my pussy and started to feel the pressure build. The belt landed across my ass, across my upper thighs, and a couple of times it even wrapped around and the folded edge cracked against my labia. I enjoyed every second of it, and when the orgasm finally started to roar from within me, I came so hard I lost control of my entire body. If I hadn’t been biting down on the couch, I might have ended up on the floor.

15

Ruckus

I took her mouth. I dominated it and owned it. I didn’t put her on the floor at my feet for an extended session. I didn’t want that. I dropped the belt, walked around to the front of the couch and as soon as she finished erupting with pleasure, I drove my cock straight into her throat. She gagged, but I didn’t care. She had me so hard that I couldn’t think about anything else but my next explosion of lust. I gave her everything she craved, even if it was a lot further than I had ever taken it with someone before. It went beyond a simple spanking that got me a little hard. It was on another level.

Fucking hell, what kind of virgin did I buy?

If I would have walked in the room and forced her down onto her knees, I would have been there for a while, just like I was the previous night. There was no way I would be able to last that long after watching her get off while I strapped her innocent flesh. She choked on my cock as it went into her throat and I felt the pressure building in my balls. I pushed it as deep as I could get it and started to unload, throwing my head back with a roar. She swallowed, letting it go down her throat, and then I stumbled back with my knees feeling wobbly.

“Oops.” She extended her tongue with the last drop lingering on the tip and smiled as it dripped onto the couch. “I didn’t swallow it all.”

“I thought I was the only glutton for punishment in this arrangement.” I stared in disbelief as she licked her lips.

“You said you would turn me into a slut before the weekend was over. I guess you’re doing a really good job.” She winced when she reached back and rubbed her ass. “Although you might need to wait a little bit before you punish me again.”

“I’m not touching you again until tomorrow.” I shook my head back and forth. “I have no desire to send you home with bruises.”

“I noticed you tried to make sure the belt hit a different spot every time. You didn’t do that earlier.” She rubbed the seared flesh adorning her thighs.

“Earlier you were being punished.” I dumped some whiskey into a glass. “Want a drink?”

“Vodka and Red Bull, please!” She grinned and nodded her head.

“Coming right up.” I fixed her a drink and handed it to her when I got back to the couch. “Can you sit up so I can sit with you or are you going to need to be on your stomach all night?”

“No, I want you to sit with me.” She shifted and I took a seat.

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