Surprise Bidder

She thought I was being nice, did she? Well, I’m not. I told myself I wouldn’t make the same mistake of spoiling a prize again. And I will not.

I throw Leah inside the room and close the door. She falls on top of some floor pillows.

“Gavin, what’s wrong?” She looks up at me with puzzled eyes as she rubs her wrist.

“Come here.” I take off my coat and throw it on the floor. “And don’t call me by my first name.”

As Leah reluctantly gets up and walks towards me, I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. When she’s standing in front of me, I grab her shoulders and push her down to her knees. I take my cock out of my boxers.

“Make it hard.”

She tentatively wraps her fingers around the drooping flesh. I grab the hair on the top of her head.

“Use your mouth.”

I feel the tip of her tongue against my skin. She drags it up and down my shaft and rubs it against the head. Blood and excitement rush to my crotch. My cock swells.

I watch Leah as she continues to lick me, more confidently now. It seems like she’s getting the hang of it, like she’s starting to enjoy it.

I can’t have that.

I grab the back of her head and grip her hair. When she opens her mouth again, I push my cock past her lips, across the surface of her tongue and all the way in until it hits the back of her throat. She gags and pulls away. Tears brim in the corners of her eyes and she wipes them with the back of her hand.

“I- ”

I grab her head and slip my cock inside her mouth again. This time, I don’t push all the way in. I just move her head back and forth and begin moving my own hips so I can feel her tongue and her lips rubbing against my skin. The friction sets my balls on fire.

I can feel her struggling to keep up, resisting. Fresh tears trickle from her tightly shut eyes. Her cheeks puff out. Her hands grip my hips.

I jerk them even faster as I hold her head still. My fingers try to pull on the short strands of her hair but slip and dig into her scalp instead. She whimpers. Her mouth grows hotter, wetter.

I thrust into that cavern until I feel the pleasure in my body reach its height. At that very moment, I let her head go and pull away. Drops and strings of the white substance from my cock land on Leah’s hair, the bridge of her nose and her flushed cheeks. She gasps for air.

I give her only a few moments to catch her breath before I push her down on the pillows. I pull her apron off, then her shirt and her bra. I yank her pants and her underwear off at the same time.

Once she’s completely naked, I take off my tie and secure her wrists together above her head.

“What are you do- ?”

I silence her with a kiss, not a tender one but a fierce one that robs her of breath. My tongue pins hers down. My lips crush hers.

Afterwards, I move my mouth to her ear and lick the lobe as I trap one of her nipples between my fingers. She trembles and gasps.

I nip the lobe before taking a breast into my mouth. I suck on it fiercely.

She gives another gasp.

“Gentler,” she asks.

I look into her eyes. “I give the orders around here.”

“I wasn’t- ”

“And I’m not gentle.” I twist her nipple to prove my point and her eyes close. “Only lovers can be that, and I’m not your lover. I’m the man who owns you.”

I rub her nipple as I tease the other with my tongue. Leah shivers. Then I move my hand lower, over her belly. I dip it between her legs and search for her sensitive nub.

“Not…”

There! Triumph swells in my chest as my fingers find the bud of flesh. I rub it as I move my mouth to her other breast. My tongue circles her nipple.

Leah’s back arches. Moans and gasps escape from her lips.

When she tries to close her thighs, I settle between them. I slip my tongue inside her as I continue to stroke her nub. She shudders. Soft cries spill into the air.

“Stop,” she half-heartedly pleads in a trembling voice. “Too… much.”

I ignore her. I know she doesn’t really want me to stop. She’s just asking me to because she’s on the verge of losing control, of going crazy, of being overcome with pleasure, which is exactly what I want her to be.

Leah squirms. Her hips rise off the floor. I hold them down as I drag the tip of my tongue over her swollen nub, over and over.

She lets out another cry but cuts it off in the middle. I realize why as I hear footsteps outside. Maybe Giselle is back?