Buy Me 3 (Mistress Auctions 3)

I’ve thought and planned and second-guessed my entire life. Nothing has ever made me feel this good, and I don’t want it to go away. I’ve spent years deciphering everything around me, and I’m tired of it. If being with Antonio feels like this, then I never want to leave his side. I may have gotten scared and run, but he found me. And isn’t that what every girl wants? To be claimed?

I feel my feet lift off the floor, and suddenly I’m being carried. I barely open my eyes enough to see that we’re in the penthouse again and headed towards the bedroom.

His lips are on me again, and I feel his teeth graze my collarbone as he lays me down on the bed. His lips go to my ear, and he whispers what he wants as his hands rub along my body.

“I’m going to take off your dress and pin your arms above your head. Then I don’t want you to move them until I tell you to. Understood?”

Looking up into his eyes, I see he’s on the edge of desire. It’s as if he’s at the point of exploding and he’s trying to keep control of the situation so he doesn’t lose his grip.

“Antonio. I…” I try to tell him what he needs to hear, but the words are stuck in my throat.

He reached to my side, unzipping the dress and unfastening the halter around my neck. He kisses me there and then looks into my eyes. “Tell me, Georgia.”

Again, it’s as if he can read my mind and knows what I’m thinking. I reach up to touch his face, seeing the tenderness in his eyes. He’s a strong, powerful man, but to me, he’s gentle.

“I’ve never done this before. I don’t know if that makes a difference. But—”

He places a finger on my lips, and he looks at me intently. “I didn’t take you that first night because I knew there was something special about you. I may not have known that you were untouched, but I knew that you were precious and deserved to be treated that way.” He takes a breath, and I see the intense need back in his eyes. “You have no idea what it means to me that I get to be your first. And your last.”

Before I question him about being my last, he pulls the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts, and his mouth goes to one of my nipples. I let out a long moan of desire as I feel his mouth suck me into him and then gently bite the tender flesh, sending pleasure straight to my clit.

Once my breasts are free, I feel his hands take my wrists and place them above my head. He pushes down on them a little, letting me know to keep them there. I reach up and grab the headboard, knowing that I need some support to try to help me do what he says.

His mouth moves to my other nipple, sucking as much of me into his mouth as he can before biting down, giving me a zing of painful pleasure. It’s a mixture of both, and I feel the dampness between my legs as I respond to his treatment.

The material of my dress bunches around my hips as he pulls it down, kissing my belly as he moves lower. His tongue travels along my waist and to my bellybutton, kissing me there and making me giggle.

I feel his mouth smile against my tummy, and I can’t help but blush, knowing what he’s about to do next. I loved him going down on me last time, and I know my face is probably red with embarrassed anticipation.

When I feel my dress slip off me completely, I expect him to take my shoes as well, but he doesn’t. I lean up just enough to see him standing at the end of the bed, looking down at my naked body as he undoes his shirt.

“Spread your legs, Georgia. I want to see if you’re wet for me.”

I didn’t have on any underwear with the dress, so I’m sure my sticky desire is smeared on my thighs. I feel my blush deepen but do as he asks. I plant my royal blue heels on the bed and let my knees fall open, exposing everything to him.

He makes a sound in his chest that sounds like a growl as he finishes removing his suit. When he’s standing there in only his boxer briefs, I watch as he removes them, exposing his thick cock. The tip is red and looks almost angry.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, mostly to myself. There’s no way that thing is going inside me.

He reaches down and gives it a few rough strokes, the tip gleaming with cum. “We’ll try and see if we can get it to fit,” he says as he stares at my pussy.

He slowly prowls onto the end of the bed, his eyes never leaving the juncture of my legs. Before I can blink, he’s shouldering my thighs wider apart, and his mouth is latching on to my clit, sucking it into his mouth. I feel his hungry mouth eat me as his tongue moves down to lick inside my channel.

“So goddamn sweet,” he mumbles against my pussy.

“Antonio!”

I grip the headboard tighter, already close to cumming as I feel his warm, wet mouth against me. His fingers run up my body to find my nipples as he sucks on my pussy. The slight pinch to both of them at the same time as he nibbles my clit is all too much.

I let out a shout that echoes through the room. I’m just a breath away from an orgasm.

“Please!” I beg, needing just one more touch.

“Tell me you’ll never run from me again.” He says the words angrily, but his mouth is still gentle against my pussy. “Say the words, or I’ll keep you from cumming all night.”

I look down, and his eyes meet mine. There’s not one inch of negotiation in his eyes. He would withhold my pleasure from me, not only for me to say it but for me to mean it. He wants to make me promise that I’ll never leave him.