Billionaire Auction by Brynn Paulin

Chapter Eight

Moriah frowned in disappointment. Why was he stopping her? She was sure she was doing it right if his grunted out sounds of pleasure and his fingers pulling in her hair were any indication.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I’m about to come.”

She stroked her hand along his length, watching in fascination as beads of pre-cum spilled over his tip. Fighting his grip, she leaned forward and clicked her tongue over it to gather the essence. She hummed in pleasure at the taste.

“Fuck, Moriah.”

“Yes, please. Fuck Moriah,” she said.

“You have a lot to learn about who’s in charge and not trying to take control.”

“Was I?”

“You know damn well you were.”

She swallowed at his rasped tone and tried to look contrite. She knew his rules. He’d lain them out last night, but she’d thought he was all in with what she’d been doing.

Her head dropped, and she stared at the tile at his feet. Damn it. She didn’t want to do something to make him back away from her. Not now when she finally had the opportunity to be with him, not ever. “I’m sorry.”

He caught her chin and tilted her face back to look at him. “Hey, don’t.” His thumb played with her bottom lip. “You didn’t know. I didn’t give you clear instructions. Now, I’m telling you. I’m not coming, you’re not coming again, until I’m inside you. Well, at least until we’re in bed and I’m about to take you. Then you might come a few times just to get ready.”

“And, um, when do you think this will be?”

“Are you in a hurry?”

Well, you, now that you ask.

“I want to be with you as many times as possible this weekend.”

“You will be.”

“We’re going to bed now?”

“No,” he laughed and brought her to her feet. He shut off the water and took her hand. “Now, we’re getting dressed. Your clothes will be here soon, and you’re going to show them off for me?”

Moriah made a face at him as she stumbled after him while guided her out of the shower. Taking one of the soft towels from the warmer, he started rubbing it over her body then dried her hair. He grabbed another from the warmer and flung it around his hips. She stared at the droplets running down his torso to where the towel hung low on his hips. She wanted to lick the little rolling beads of water but knew he wouldn’t be pleased with her if she did. Would that earn her a spanking? It would almost be worth it to find out.

Before she could act on the impulse, he drew her toward the vanity and picked up a bottle of lotion. Her eyes widened when she realized it was the light floral fragrance she normally wore.

“That’s the kind I use,” she said.

“Is it?” he asked, but his tone indicated he knew that. Why did he have her scent here? He poured some in his hand then rubbed his palms together briefly before smoothing the cream over her body. He started with her arms, doing each before moving to her shoulders and neck. She let out a half whimper of pleasure as he massaged it in.

He turned her and she closed her eyes as he rubbed more lotion into her back. He moved her legs farther apart with his foot, then she felt him crouch behind her. She knew she was getting wet in a way unrelated to the shower when he worked the fragrance into her legs, his strong hands both rubbing and kneading her muscles. Her stance wobbled when he pressed his mouth to the curve of her ass while he worked, kissing and nibbling at each cheek.

She was one screaming nerve ending by the time his slick hands cupped her rear. He rubbed in the lotion, his fingers teasing her crease, dipping in and making her flinch at the unfamiliar sensation of being touched there.

Then he turned her, but didn’t stand from his crouch. His knees hit the floor as he squeezed a little more of the cream into his palms.

“Are you wet?” he asked. His hands skated up her torso, scenting her belly, her ribs, up her sides. When he cupped her breasts, she cried out, her head tilting back and her chest thrusting into him.

“Moriah?” he said, bringing her attention back to his question. “Are you wet?”

“Um-hmm,” she whimpered, not changing her stance or looking at him. That seemed to satisfy him. He kneaded the mounds in his hands, pulling and squeezing, working his way out to her aching nipples. He plucked at the taut buds, sending a sizzle of pleasure straight to her core.

“These will look so pretty with clamps on them,” he said.

“I thought you said…”

“That I don’t have all the paraphernalia? I don’t, but I have some tools for your pleasure. Clamps, cuffs, a paddle…some other things. You’ll like them.”

She doubted she’d like the paddle, but she didn’t voice her dissent as he played with her breasts. He could do that all day. No…she’d melt into a puddle long before that.

“Kendrick,” she pleaded, unsure what she was asking. She was beginning to shake from his touch all over her. She groaned when his hands left her breasts. But then, she felt his hands skimming down her belly. She felt him sit back. His grip on her hips pulled her closer to him. When she looked down, she saw he was sitting on his heels and he was slouching a little to bring his mouth even with her pussy as she straddled him.

“Oh God,” she exclaimed as he parted her and put his mouth on her, licking her intimate flesh.

“Mmm, you are wet,” he said. “So wet and sweet.”

Her knees buckled and she grabbed at his head as he kept licking, one hand holding her open and the other arm slung around under her ass to hold her up. She shook as he devoured her, her arousal feeding him as he sucked and nipped, drawing his tongue along her slit and gathering all of it.

“Oh God…oh…oh…” she cried, her fingers clenching in his hair as he brought her to the edge of her orgasm. “Kendrick!”

He pulled back, and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “Yes?”

“I…you…what…?”

“I said no coming until I had you in my bed.”

He had to be fucking kidding. He’d brought her right to the edge and then…

“You bastard,” she swore.

He shrugged and stood. “Some might say that.” He cupped her cheeks with both hands and leaned in, kissing her lightly. Though she was angry, she responded, tasting herself on his lips.

He lifted her into his arms, carrying her from the bathroom. He gently laid her on the unmade bed and shoved the bedding out of the way. As he knelt over her, caging her in with his arms and legs, she noticed he’d lost his towel somewhere along the way.

“I’ll never leave you needy,” he said, kissing her again.

“But you…”

“I promised you’d be in my bed.”

“Are you going to fuck me?” Though she’d begged him for it, over and over, nerves bombarded her middle and her limbs went cold, something that always happened when she was overwrought whether from something good or bad.

“I had thought I’d wait. I had all kinds of plans for us today.” He glanced at the clock beside them. “Your clothes will be delivered in forty-five minutes.”

“Plenty of time.”

“Not hardly. I want to savor you, take my time—”

“You have been,” she argued.

He nipped at her bottom lip. “Trying to be in control again?”

“I just…I want you.”

“I want you, too, kitten. I want your little claws digging into my back as you howl with ecstasy. I want your body arching and rubbing against me with a heat you can’t control.”

A shudder of pleasure racked through her at the pictures he drew for her. “Yes,” she simply said, though there’d been no question.

He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, drawing hard, and she grasped his shoulders, arching just as he’d said. Her legs widened, cradling his hips, and she moaned as he rubbed the length along her. His tip grazed her clit with each drag and made her jerk with little bolts of pleasure.

He was killing her. That’s all there was to it. Kendrick just planned to kill her with pleasure. What a way to go.

“Moriah,” he whispered, drawing her attention. He didn’t speak again until she stared into his eyes. “Are you sure? You need to be absolutely sure.”

She smiled softly at him, drawing her thumb along the worry line on his forehead. “I’m sure. You don’t understand. I’ve been sure since I was sixteen and I started thinking of you when I’d lie in bed late at night. You think I couldn’t get with a guy in all this time. I went to a private school, but that didn’t mean I was sequestered with no male contact. I didn’t want anyone but you.”

He growled. “But you almost gave it away, almost gave away what’s mine!”

“I didn’t have a choice,” she whispered. She didn’t want to remember last night and the fear she’d felt, the sheer terror at the likelihood she’d be raped, because in the end there would have been no way she’d have been willing. But Kendrick had saved her, just as she’d dreamed he always would save her. This one time, he’d be her knight and on Monday, she’d start saving herself—and her little sister.

“You have a choice now. You don’t have to give your virginity to anyone. You belong to yourself.”

“I want you. I want this. Please, Kendrick. Please… You’re in charge. I’ll do whatever you want. Please…” She was at his mercy, and somehow the begging turned her on—at least, begging him did, because she didn’t imagine it would be that way with anyone else. Was this part of what he’d meant by her being submissive to him?

He gave a single nod, and his hands clamped around her wrists, holding them on either side of her head. With a shift, the head of his cock lodged at her entrance. Slowly, he pushed, his fingers clenching around her wrists as he moved into her tightness. She had a fleeting thought of the restraints he’d mentioned, but it was momentary because every bit of her focus was on where he penetrated her.

Beyond her control, her breathing heightened. She shook, staring into Kendrick’s molten eyes as he held her enraptured in his gaze. He moved so slowly, so slowly she relaxed, lulled into calm. Then suddenly, he surged forward and she screamed, her body bowing at the flash of pain that seared through her.

“Oh God,” she sobbed.

“Shh…shh, shh,” he crooned against her lips. His hips stayed still, his invasion complete as his groin pressed flush to hers. His mouth trailed to her ear. “Shh…it’s okay, my good little girl. It’s all okay. Stay still and get used to me. Feel me owning you, making you all mine.”

She clenched around him at that. His thick length did own her. She felt nothing but how his solid girth filled her. So full—so so full and deep.

“I’m yours,” she whispered in response.

“Mmm,” he growled, his pleasure clear. At least, someone felt good here. Though…the longer they stayed still together, the more she wanted, no needed to move. Experimenting, she rolled her hips upward into him and moaned at the sensation that rolled over her. A little pinch of pain. So much pleasure.

“My kitten wants to play?” he asked.

“Yes, please. Please I want to feel it all.”

“Oh…you’ll get it all,” he promised. With that, he pulled back his hips then thrust forward.

“Yes,” she cried. “Oh yes.” She arched and clawed at him as he started a deep pounding rhythm she couldn’t escape, that claimed her as fully as she’d begged to be claimed. It wasn’t long before he had her back to the brink of orgasm. This time he let her go over the edge… No, he shoved her over the edge and he plunged right over with her. His guttural exclamation filling the air and mingling with her screams as they both claimed their release.

Kendrick knelt up, still slowly thrusting as they came down. Her bottom rested on his thighs, her legs drunkenly sprawled out. Her hands moved absently over her torso as the bliss ebbed, heightened then grew again, a muzzy blanket of satisfaction covering her.

He held her open, watching as he moved in and out of her. “So beautiful,” he whispered. “So mine.”

Dazed, she looked at his cock, seeing their mixed releases, the tinges of her blood along his shaft. She really was his. She blinked up at him, knowing he’d always have part of her, no matter what. “I am,” she agreed. “I’m yours, Kendrick.”