The Auction: A Dark Romance: Chapter 10

Questions fill Blakely’s eyes, mixing with all the confusion and desire I’ve seen in too many other subs I’ve broken.

My pet’s no different from the others in that regard, yet nothing about her is the same. I’m aware of it and how I’m in dangerous territory. I want to give her too much, too soon. I have urges I normally don’t get until I’m in full control. And the rules I follow, I’m struggling not to break.

I don’t normally react to flushed cheeks, potent eyes, or naiveté. Usually, it’s just part of the gig. Seeing those traits on Blakely tortures me. And it’s too early in the process for me to be this revved up. Now, it’s causing me to make decisions I shouldn’t. The moment I put my hand back on her neck to hold her down, I know better.

I slide inside her, silently cursing myself, grunting loudly. Her hot, wet, tight little cunt is more than I bargained for, and I should have had more self-control. Yet I didn’t. So I continue thrusting as deep as I can until I’m fully inside her.

‘Riggs!’ she cries out, gripping the edge of the counter, her back arching but not much, due to how I have her pinned down.

Every time she says my name, I want to forget about the Sir rule. Then she says it, and it’s another thing throwing me off and screwing with my head.

Calling me Sir has to become second nature to her. I realized within a few minutes of our engagement that I enjoyed her calling me by my name. So I cursed myself over that too.

I grit my teeth and slide backward, then forward, then do it several times, reminding her, ‘Sir.’

‘Sir,’ she breathes, closing her eyes and taking shallow breaths. Her walls squeeze around me, and a quiver runs through her body.

I fist a handful of her hair while still pressing on the collar, warning, ‘If you come on me, I’m impregnating you. So don’t you dare clamp your pussy on me.’

Her eyes glisten with fear and need. More tremors roll through her, and she claims, ‘I-I can’t stop it.’

‘You can,’ I insist, knowing this is too soon in her training to expect her to have mastered it. And the pregnancy issue is real. Her shot isn’t effective for seven days. The last thing I want is a baby ruining my life.

This is beyond reckless on my part. I should stop now, but you can’t get out once you get into bed with the devil. And I’ve officially challenged Satan.

Sweat coats our skin. I thrust harder, fully aware I’m doing it all wrong but too obsessed with how it feels to be inside her, finally taking her as mine.

Her lips tremble harder, and she begs, ‘Riggs! Please! I-I can’t…oh…oh God!’ Her eyes roll, and her walls begin spasming on my erection.

‘Fuck!’ I bark, slide out of her, and flip her over. I tug her to the floor, ordering, ‘Kneel.’

She glances up at me, breathing hard.

I grab her armpits, helping her in position, and fist her hair, holding her mouth in front of my dripping-wet dick.

My chest heaves with adrenaline and chaos, matching the look in her eyes. I demand, ‘Swallow all of me.’ I nudge her head forward.

Her mouth inches around me, teasing me too slowly for the pent-up tension I’ve been fighting.

‘Look at me,’ I demand, then take control, moving her head at the pace I need. She gags a few times, then gains control. I pick up the speed until I’m grunting and spewing my seed down her throat.

My little pet handles me the best she knows how, a few tears escaping down her cheek, swallowing multiple times the contents of my orgasm that seems to go on and on.

It’s another thing we’ll work on. Before I take her out to show her off, she’ll learn to drink me without any spillage and swallow me whole.

When I’m spent, I wipe the corner of her lips, assessing her reaction. I’m at a point I should stop. It’s early into our arrangement, and she’s not ready for more. But I’m playing with Satan now. The rush I’m feeling is borderline crazy, and I have no more control left. I can’t convince myself not to keep pushing her. It’s a place a Dom should never be and one I’ve never been to before.

That’s the thing about Blakely and why I never touched her in the past. Deep down, I knew she was different. Maybe even then, I knew I wouldn’t have control over my actions.

Hatred and confusion swirl in her expression. Defiance slowly fights its way through, challenging me in my crazed state, digging deeper into my desire to push her past the limit I know I should.

‘Say thank you, Sir,’ I demand.

She glares at me and turns toward the window, blinking hard.

I crouch down and tug her chin in front of me. ‘I’m waiting.’

Her lips tremble harder, and her voice cracks. ‘Thank you, Sir.’

I pick her up off the floor and sling her over my shoulder.

‘Riggs!’ she cries out, slapping my back.

‘Stop it, pet, or there will be consequences,’ I threaten.

She stills but digs her nails into my ass.

I carry her to the bedroom, then place her on the bed.

She looks at me in question.

I cage my body over her, stating, ‘We need to work on your self-control.’

‘My self-control?’ she questions in an angry tone.

‘Were you trying to end up pregnant?’ I accuse.

She gapes at me.

‘I told you not to come,’ I hurl.

‘Then you shouldn’t have stuck your dick in me,’ she states.

My lips curl, and another wave of obsession and power rolls through my veins. I lower my voice, trying to feign that I’m in control, but I know I’m not. ‘When I say there’s no coming, you don’t disobey.’

She clenches her jaw, throwing daggers at me with her eyes.

I reach for the nightstand, pull out the handcuffs, and restrain her wrists to the headboard.

She tugs on them. ‘Let me out, Riggs!’

‘There’s only one way out, pet. And you know what that is. Now either say your safe word, or put on your big girl panties,’ I order.

Her chest rises and falls heavier.

‘No coming,’ I mutter and drag my tongue over her breast.

She stays quiet, other than the sound of her breaths.

I roll my finger over her clit, and she squeezes her eyes shut. I demand, ‘Open your eyes, Blakely.’

She obeys, hardening her features.

I chuckle, enjoying how my pet has hatred all over her and directed at me. That look drives me to continue, and I kiss her neck, moving closer to her mouth. As much as I want to, I don’t allow myself to break my kissing rule.

She inches forward, trying to make contact with my mouth, but I don’t let her, which only frustrates her more.

I continue manipulating her body, quickly taking her to the edge, then pulling back when she’s about to come, reprimanding her when she doesn’t call me Sir or cries out without permission to speak.

Exhaustion wears on her face. Her body’s a wet, quivering mess, but I’m just getting started. I slide my face between her thighs and taste what I’ve craved for years.

My tongue hits her pussy, and she lifts her hips in the air, whimpering. I take my time, slowly torturing her, licking and sucking her until she’s sobbing and begging me to let her come.

It adds fuel to the fire raging inside me. I scold, ‘You have to learn, pet.’

‘Please! Riggs! I-I can’t do this,’ she claims.

‘Don’t you dare come. You can do anything you want,’ I insist, then suck her while flicking my tongue on her clit, retreating when quivers overpower her.

I’m insatiable for her and the power she’s agreed to give me over her. My cock turns hard again. I cage my frame over hers, gliding my hands through her hair, holding her face in front of mine, and thrusting inside her once again.

‘Riggs, please!’ she pleads.

I ignore her, kiss the curve of her neck, slowly thrust, and murmur, ‘You don’t like me inside you, pet?’

Tiny moans fly out of her.

I bring my mouth closer, and she sticks her tongue out, grazing my bottom lip. I retreat out of her reach.

Her eyelids flutter. She whispers, ‘Why won’t you kiss me?’

I’m so damn tempted, but I resist, ignoring her question. I pound into her until her walls clamp over me, then I pull out of her, coming on her stomach and growling, ‘I said not to come.’

Both of us are breathing hard in the aftermath, challenging each other with our pinned gazes and a thousand thoughts plaguing us. I leave her restrained, shower, then bring a washcloth to the bed. I sit next to her and wipe my fluid off her stomach.

She doesn’t look at me, and I love it and hate it at the same time. It’s another way I know I’m in over my head. I’m on my way to breaking her. There should be nothing but adrenaline pounding through me right now. But for the first time ever, I do something I shouldn’t.

I release her from the cuffs, tug her into my arms, and stroke her hair.

Within seconds, she begins to sob. It’s a win for me, yet nothing feels further from it. Guilt eats at me. I pushed her too far, too soon. A good cry after what I put her through would be normal, but I rushed things, unable to control my demons.

‘Shh. Everything is okay, pet,’ I calmly state. I tighten my hold around her, kissing the top of her head while her hot tears run down my chest.

She eventually quiets, the only sound being her choked-up breaths. She slowly lifts her head, locking her wet blues on mine. The tension rebuilds, and she reaches for my cheek, then tries to kiss me.

Everything crashes around me. I flip her on her side, turn away from her, and order, ‘Go to sleep, Blakely.’

‘Why won’t you kiss me?’ she asks in a desperate voice again.

‘I said go to sleep,’ I repeat in a firm tone.

It’s a long time until I can tell she’s asleep. I never fall prey to it, and when the darkness turns to dusk, I sneak out of the room and go outside. I suit up for the waves and take my board down to the surf.

It’s rougher than normal, and I spend the sunrise fighting the waves, unable to shake the look Blakely gave me. I crossed too many lines last night. I’m in new territory and need to get a grip on it before I do something I can’t erase.

A wave swells, and I ride it halfway in before it violently throws me into the salty water. I fight the current and finally make it to shore, still feeling as off keel as when I first stepped foot in the tow.

I sit on the sand for at least an hour, vowing to be better and get things on track. I have to slow down. If I don’t, it could backfire on me.

I make my way to the house, feeling more confident I can change the course of our arrangement. After all, Blakely doesn’t know what she doesn’t know. Everything is new to her. Today is a new day, and I’ll back down a bit.

I strip out of my wetsuit and step under the shower. I finish rinsing my hair and open my eyes.

Blakely stands in front of me in nothing but her collar. Her expression tells me she’s not okay. Emptiness fills her usually sparkling eyes.

I silently curse myself, step out of the water, and tug her into me. ‘What’s wrong, pet?’

She tilts her face up. Her lips tremble, and tears fill her blues.

Panic shoots through me. I grab her ass cheeks, pick her up, and pin her to the wall, repeating, ‘What’s wrong?’

She glances at my lips, swallows hard, then locks her sad gaze on mine. Her voice shakes, and she whispers, ‘I want you to want me.’

‘I do want you,’ I honestly declare.

Tears fall down her cheeks. She shakes her head. ‘You won’t even kiss me.’

Every rationale I have about why I don’t kiss subs or how I’m moving too fast and need to back off flies out the window. My tongue wraps around hers so fast she gasps, then hers molds against mine with urgent fury.

It’s once again too soon. But my control is nonexistent. She squeezes her legs tighter around my waist and lifts her hips over my erection.

As much as I want her, I can’t keep risking her getting pregnant. Last night was reckless, and I promised to protect her, not ruin her life.

So it’s too soon, but I tug the plug out of her ass and toss it on the ground. I reposition my cock under her cheeks and pull out of our kiss for a brief moment, pausing to wait for her to make the next move, which isn’t something I’d normally ever do.

She takes a few breaths, not tearing her gaze off mine, then whispers, ‘Don’t stop.’

Another tense moment passes, then another dam breaks, washing all my thoughts about what I should or shouldn’t be doing with her right now down the drain.

My lips attack hers, and as I push past her hard ridge, she sinks her hips, digging her nails into my skull, whimpering with fluttering eyelids.

I press her closer to the wall, exerting the control I should have had the previous night, thrusting at a pace she’s comfortable with while slipping my thumb between us and circling her clit.

In the glow of the pink morning sky, there are no orders, or Sir, or controlling agenda. It’s an animalistic urge to show her a different side of me, one that only wants her.

I barely feel the spray of the water on my back. I’m lost in her, consumed by how she clings to me, obsessed with how her tongue seems to crave mine.

I have no urges to stop her from coming. A desire to get her there and keep her there festers within me.

An earthquake explodes within her, and the tremors continue like aftershocks, as violent as the initial eruption, driving me to the point I can’t continue.

Only this time, I don’t retreat. I bury my head into the curve of her neck, convulsing inside her with force.

When it’s over, I slowly retreat, lifting my face in front of her, firmly warning, ‘Don’t ever doubt again how much I want you.’

As the words come out of my mouth, I know I’ve crossed another line. Yet I’m unsure how to save myself from what’s sure to be my downfall.