The Bid

by Emma York

  I lifted her to her knees again a minute later, pushing myself back into her mouth. She looked good with my cock filling her like that. It was a sight I doubted I would ever tire of seeing. I couldn't fuck her face for long though. It brought me too close to coming.

  I stopped, stepping back and looking at her. "To be a good sub, you obey me. When I tell you to kneel, this is the position I want you in, naked, hands on your thighs, knees apart, mouth open. Understood?"

  "Understood," she said, shuffling her knees apart.

  "Then you get rewarded."

  I leaned down, stroking her clit slowly whilst staring into her eyes, watching her getting increasingly excited, her cheeks flushing with colour. From this close, I could smell her need for me and it made my cock twitch. I wanted her so badly.

  I lifted her to her feet by the handcuffs, bending her back over the table. Spreading her buttocks with my hands, I used my tongue to tease her ass, dipping slightly into it and then circling slowly, drawing more moans of desire from her.

  My cock was aching to be in her but I waited a little longer, pushing one finger in her pussy and another into her ass, rocking them both back and forth, loving the tightness of each hole, so similar but so different. She would have to get used to me in her ass. I intended to own it as I owned her. She was mine for good now. I wasn't letting her leave my life ever again.

  Sliding my fingers free when she was on the brink of coming, I spanked her a couple more times, admonishing her for swearing so loudly. Then as she begged me to fuck her, I stroked my cock slowly in front of her face, teasing her until she was wild with need.

  Then I took her.

  I thrust into her pussy in a single slow movement, feeling her widen and stretch to take me all the way in. Once I was buried in her, I remained in place, again teasing her ass with my finger. "Don't come," I said as I started to thrust. "Not until I say so."

  "Please," she said a few seconds later. "Please let me come."

  "Not yet," I replied, slowing down until she was still once more. Then I thrust as fast as I could until she was gripping me tighter than ever. I knew she was on the brink so I paused again, letting it die down. I slammed into her, grabbing her hips as she begged me once again.

  "Please let me come. I can't take it anymore."

  "Come for me," I said. "Come around my cock right now."

  She did almost at once. A single thrust and her pussy was contracting around my cock. I didn't slow down, I kept ramming into her, bringing myself to a monumental orgasm a few seconds later. I grunted with pleasure as I spurted deep into her, filling her once again, my cock still twitching in response to her climax.

  "Good girl," I said, sliding gently out of her, my hand finding her clit, teasing it slowly. "I think you deserve one more orgasm."

  I used my hand to do it, stroking her clit in a gentle but firm way, drawing a final climax from her in under a minute. She shook when it hit and I enjoyed immensely the sight of her legs shaking under her.

  I enjoyed even more the wild look in her eyes when I stood her up and kissed her. She looked as if she wasn't sure what day of the week it was. I lifted her into my arms, sure she would collapse if she tried to walk.

  A minute later, we were laid in bed together. I'd unlocked the handcuffs before I held her close, running my hands over her body, just so happy she was there beside me. "Does that convince you it's not a one night stand I want?" I asked, circling her right nipple as she smiled up at me.

  "I think I need more convincing," she replied. "A lot more convincing."

  "How about I come to dinner tomorrow with you?"

  "You mean meet my mother?" She sat up slightly. "Why would you do that to yourself?"

  "She sounds all right."

  "She is but are you sure you want to?"

  I saw the look in her eyes. "I'm deadly serious about you, Alice. I want you in my life. I want to own you, to worship you, to teach you so many things about being a good sub."

  "Even if it means meeting my mother."

  "It'll be fun."

  "No, it really won't."

  "Are you saying I can't come?"

  "No, of course you can. On one condition."

  "Which is?"

  "You don't tell her anything about what we've done together."

  "I thought she'd want to know it all."

  "I'm serious."

  I kissed her softly. "I know you are. Don't worry, I think I can be trusted not to tell her I won her darling daughter at an auction."

  EPILOGUE

  The office was empty, the lights off. The club was silent.

  There was the sound of approaching footsteps. The door was pushed open a second later. Rowena stepped in, hitting the switch. "Come in," she said, taking a seat behind the desk as a man in a black hat followed her inside. "Want to tell me why you called this meeting at four in the morning? It couldn't wait until the morning?"

  "You run this club for me," the man said, sitting down opposite her. "Correct?"

  "Correct."

  "You enforce my rules."

  "Correct."

  "Then perhaps you might tell me why a member was allowed to submit a name into the auction in violation of the rules. Why he was allowed to commit a violent act against another member in the car park in full view of the CCTV?"

  "It will be dealt with when I next see him."

  "It will be dealt with now."

  The man took a red token from his pocket and slid it across the desk. "Is that understood?"

  Rowena looked at the token, her face turning pale. "You don't have to do this. I can handle it in house."

  "The rules are the rules. You know that. I hope I've made myself clear."

  The man stood up, adjusting his tie before nodding to Rowena. "You have twenty-four hours before that goes live. Pick it up."

  "I don't want to."

  The man's voice rose almost imperceptibly. "Pick it up." Rowena noticed the veiled threat in his tone.

  Rowena lifted the token, turning it over but knowing already what it said. she read the writing embossed on the back. Ethan Powers.

  "Such a shame," the man said. "I thought he could be good for my daughter. Good evening." The man stood up, nodded, then left the office, closing the door behind him.

  Rowena put the token down as if it might explode, carefully, gingerly. She looked at it for a long time before picking up the phone. "Yes, I know what time it is," she said when the line connected. "I need to speak to you. Now."

  Outside the man was getting into his car. From the shadows, Jason Fry stepped out. "Is it done?"

  "It is done."

  "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, that son of a-"

  The man held up a hand. "Your methods were underhand. That will not be forgotten."

  "But I haven't broken any rules. There's no rule about-"

  "Enough. Take care what you wish for, Mr Fry. There is no taking back a red token once it has been given out."

  "I know but-"

  "Good evening, Mr Fry."

  The man climbed into his car and drove slowly away. Jason remained in place for a long time, thinking about what he had done, the things he had set in motion.

  Inside the club, Rowena waited, the red token looking accusingly up at her, as if it knew what she was going to do, what she had to do. "I don't like it," she said out loud. "I don't like it one bit."

  The man in the black hat stared straight ahead as he drove. It had been ten years since he'd last handed out a red token. The guilt still plagued him. She had been a good girl too. But as everyone knew, the rules were the rules. Break them and you have to face the consequences.

  END OF BOOK 1

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  BOOK 2: If Ethan and Alice are going to get their happy ending, they're going to have to fight for it as their story is completed in The Win.

  Available December
29, The Win will be exclusive to Amazon.

  Turn the page for a sneak peek at chapter one...

  The Win - Out December 29

  I won her at the auction. I made her mine. Now she’s vanished.

  I went from billionaire to bum overnight.

  My riches?

  Stolen.

  My empire?

  Crumbling.

  The woman who healed my broken heart?

  Snatched away from me.

  No matter how long it takes.

  No matter what it costs.

  I will not stop until I track her down.

  I will find out who stole her from me.

  They’re trying to destroy our hopes of a future together.

  They won’t succeed.

  I will make them pay the ultimate price for what they’ve done to us.

  Because when you've lost everything, you've got nothing left to lose.

  ONE

  He was watching me when I woke up. I had fallen asleep last night aching in the best possible way, my entire body exhausted from the things he had done to me. Muscles I didn’t know I had were used, stretched, teased, tormented.

  I slept by his side. I was in Ethan Powers’ bed. It was still hard to believe it was real. As I drifted off, I ran through the events that had brought us together. It had all come about because Club Darkness had been the first place to offer me a job. Working behind the bar, I’d seen him looking at me, wondered what it might be like to kiss him, to strip for him, to obey his commands. I found out when the auction began.

  I was put into the auction. I stood on the stage. He bid on me. He won a night with me. That was the start of a journey that was far from over. The next day, he had shown me just how good it could feel to submit to him. Then someone tried to ruin it.

  Jason Fry.

  Ethan’s business rival. Ex-friend. The man who stole his wife. The man who tried to steal me.

  He failed.

  Ethan saved me. He saved me in so many ways. He took me home. He told me I would be safe. It turned out it wasn’t my safety he should have been worrying about. It was his own. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

  All I cared about was him. He had brought me home, he had done things to me that had me screaming with delight. Then he slept by my side.

  I awoke the next morning to find him no longer by my side. Instead, he was sitting in the armchair over by the window, the sunlight bright enough to keep him in shadow. All I could make out was his silhouette.

  “Good morning,” he said.

  I suddenly felt cold despite the heat in the room. The last time he’d talked to me like that was just before he’d spanked me. What had I done wrong?

  “Hi,” I said, sitting up slowly. “Did I sleep too long?”

  “It’s time you learn how to submit to me. Play time is over. Now we begin for real.”

  I gulped, my heart suddenly racing. I had only just woken up and already he was dominating me. How did it happen so quickly? All I wanted to do was obey him, get those clothes off him and choke myself on his cock, see him lose control, the coldness leave his face when I brought him to orgasm using just my lips and tongue. But I dared not move until he told me to. Something inside me said I needed to obey him.

  “You remember the position I taught you?”

  I nodded. “I do.”

  “Then jump to it.”

  We had slept naked together. My body still throbbed where he had filled me, where he had rammed into me without pause. I was naked but as he stood up, I saw he was wearing a perfectly fitting black suit. He was not smiling. “Do it.”

  I pushed the covers away and stood up, feeling more than a little self conscious as he looked at my body. It was one thing to be naked in the dark together. It was another thing entirely to have the morning sunlight pouring in through the window, showing every flaw in my skin. I paused by the bed, my arms automatically folding across my chest, feeling the hardness of my nipples as he continued to watch me.

  “I’m waiting.”

  “Can I at least pee first?” I wanted to shower too. I wanted to be clean for him.

  “Not yet. Get in position or earn another spanking.”

  It was only roleplay and I enjoyed it when he spanked me but something told me I wouldn’t enjoy this one. He was angry with me for hesitating. I didn’t want to anger him further.

  I sank to the floor, knees apart, pressing into the wood, toes curled under me. There was no keeping my modesty in this position, my hands clasped behind my back, my mouth open, ready for him.

  With my arms behind me, my chest was thrust forwards towards him. His eyes weren’t there though, they were fixed between my legs. A flicker of a smile crossed his lips as he reached down and undid the zip of his trousers.

  Reaching inside, he brought out his cock, already hard as rock. He stroked it gently as he walked towards me, stopping right in front of my face. In the light, I was able to examine it closely. I was surprised it had been able to fit inside me. It seemed far too big.

  A drop of precum formed on the head and I ached to lean forwards and lick it away. That wasn’t allowed though. Even without him telling me, I knew I had to wait for him to give me a command.

  “Tongue out.”

  I pushed my tongue forwards and he rewarded me by sliding the tip of his cock across it. I curled around the head, tasting him, loving the heat of the flesh as he stared down at me.

  Then he stepped back, again stroking himself. He walked around me in a circle. I could feel his eyes on me. My arms started to ache from remaining in one position for so long but I dared not move. He had told me to remain in place. I knew he was testing me.

  I knew I should be more frightened by what was happening but it was impossible to feel frightened in his presence. Just being with Ethan made me feel safe and secure. I felt like nothing bad could happen to me while I was with him. From the moment he rescued me, I had concentrated on him, on us. Everything else shrank into the distance.

  He was back in front of me, his cock an inch from my mouth as he stroked the shaft back and forth with his right hand, squeezing another drop out of the tip. “May I taste it?” I asked.

  “You may.”

  He took hold of my head, gripping my scalp with both hands as he manoeuvred his cock between my lips, pushing it slowly forwards until it reached the back of my throat, making me gag. He held it there as my eyes bulged, my nostrils flaring, my lungs burning for breath.

  “You wanted to taste it,” he said. “Here you are.”

  I thought I might pass out, he stayed there so long. I was breathing as best I could through my nose but it wasn’t enough. He already had the measure of me. Just when I was certain I could take no more, he pulled back, his cock glistening with my saliva as it swayed in front of my eyes.

  I gasped for air, taking a deep gulping breath and then another. I blinked in shock when, with no warning, he rammed into my mouth again. This time he rocked back and forth in place, sliding over my tongue as I eagerly felt each bulge and vein along the length of his shaft.

  I kissed the tip, hungry for him to do more.

  My body was ready for him. I hoped he would carry me back over to the bed, slide into me, just like last night.

  He didn’t do it. I didn’t mind too much as what he did instead made me feel as if I was his, as if he owned me. It was a wonderful feeling, to be so desired, so needed, that he couldn’t control himself.

  He fucked my mouth.

  He groaned loudly as he slid back and forth, using my tongue for his pleasure. I knew he was close when his breathing changed, the shaft of his cock twitching in place.

  I wanted to taste it so badly, wanted to please him, to show him how much he meant to me, how much I loved doing this to him.

  Just as he was on the verge of coming, he slid from my mouth and I watched as he spurted hot cum onto my face. When it hit me, the shock of it made me jerk backwards.

  “You will learn not to move when that happens,” he
said as he plunged back into my mouth.

  He spurted again, the salty heat this time landing on my tongue. What had splashed onto my cheeks was dripping from my chin to my breasts, making me feel simultaneously so dirty. I was shocked by it but also I wanted more, I wanted him to mark me, to use me, to do whatever the hell he wanted to me. I couldn’t get enough of him. So much for being a good girl.

  He only left my mouth when I had squeezed the last drops from the tip of his cock. My hands were still clasped behind my back, like he’d commanded.

  I swallowed, smiling up at him as he slid his cock away. He put out a hand and lifted me to my feet, looking at me as I licked the drops from my cheek. “Now you can go to the bathroom,” he said. “I will make us breakfast.”

  I nodded and muttered, “Thank you,” my head reeling at just how good it was to be with him. I had only had sex with one other person in my life. I had no idea it could be like this, that it could be so intense, so exciting, that there could be such a connection between two people.

  It was as if I was nothing without him. All I wanted was to be with him. Even showering for a few minutes while he was downstairs was tough, I wanted to be by his side again already.

  I was quick, washing off the sweat of last night, feeling strangely sad that the remains of what he’d just given me had to go too. What was happening to me? I’d gone from innocent to his sub pretty much overnight. I tried not to think about. That was my problem, overthinking things. I should just enjoy myself for once.

  When my hair was dry, I wrapped the dressing gown around me that had been thoughtfully hung on the back of the bathroom door. Then I headed downstairs, the carpet soft under my bare feet.

  I found him in the kitchen, cooking happily. “Nice apron,” I said as I walked across to him.

  “Thanks,” he replied. “Black is my colour.”