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“Emmett,” I said, my voice trembling, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all of it. I never meant for….” Then I shook my head, angry at myself for wasting words when there was no time. “I love you. I fell in love with you. I’m sorry for everything else, but I’ll never be sorry for that.”
Emmett’s nostrils flared, and his eyes burned. Was I finally getting through to him?
But his hand came from nowhere, lashing out and grabbing me around the throat. I barely managed to suck in a breath before he started squeezing. “Bend over the auction block.”
I nodded, breath trapped in my chest. He squeezed tighter, and I got the message.
I was no longer in control. I no longer had any say in how this was going to go.
I lowered my eyes, nodded as much as I could with his thick fingers wrapped around my neck, and submitted.
I moved to the auctioneer’s block. It was a thick butcher’s block more than a podium. I braced my hands against it and bent over, assuming the position.
“Count,” he said, his voice like a whip. “And beg me for more.”
And then he began to spank me in front of the whole room. With each smack upward from the underside of my ass, my cheeks jiggled obscenely.
“Two, may I have another, Sir? Three, may I have anoth— Four!”
I danced on my toes at that, an especially hard one. “May I have another, Sir?” I barely managed to get out through my teeth.
Then came five and six, leaving me breathless as I asked for more.
Right when I thought I was finally easing into the swing of things, suddenly Emmett’s thick finger was pushing between my legs, demanding entrance.
He slid easily into my secret place, because… I was wet. The second his hand made contact with my skin, my body had started priming for him. He’d trained me well over the last three months.
And the truth was, being up here on display for everyone like this, even in these fucked-up circumstances… I couldn’t help it. I was still turned on. This was who I was, at least when it was Emmett’s hands on my body. It was who he’d made me, who we became together.
So when he started to finger-fuck me relentlessly, first with one finger, and then two, all I could do was widen my stance and open to him so he had better access.
I felt the weight of him move against my back, and then he pulled his fingers out of me. But only so he could shove them in my mouth. “Taste how wet you are for my touch. Clean yourself off my fucking fingers.”
I suckled urgently at his thick fingers in my mouth, and I felt him harden through his slacks against my ass. I sucked even harder, until he made me gasp by twisting my nipple hard with his free hand. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth with my gasp, then he had both of my heavy breasts in his hands.
And he was not gentle. He punished my nipples, plucking and twisting them until I cried out. Oh, he seemed to like that, because he kept going, shoving one of his knees between my legs as he continued, squeezing my nipples so hard, pinching each of them ruthlessly between his fingers. He shoved upward with his knee at the same time, twisting and pinching. My eyes went wide, my mouth dropping open in agonizing pleasure.
And then all of a sudden, he let go, shoving even harder against my groin with his knee—and I came. And I came and came, until he yanked his knee away, and I was left wet and gasping, barely satisfied as I sagged against the auction block.
“What a sweet little hair-trigger you’ve got trained there,” Mr. St. Claire said, hopping back up on the platform as Emmett stepped even farther away. I wanted to reach for him, but he was jumping off the podium, and then he was gone into the darkness beyond the spotlights. I was left heaving and bereft.
He’d never left me so coldly after making me come. He was usually so good with after-care. He always made sure I was okay, that I was stable and taken care of.
But everything was different now. It would never be like that again. I tried to fight against the tears that slid down my cheeks but to no avail.
Was this his plan? Did Emmett just want to decimate me completely in this—our last time ever together?
It was too late for me. I’d submitted. I’d go wherever my master wanted to take me tonight. Descend to whatever depths he wanted to take me. Pay any penance.
“I think we’re all eager to get our hands on this sweet little whimpering piece of ass after that demonstration. Who wants to feel those sweet lips sucking your cock as eagerly as she just sucked Initiate Emmett’s fingers? Because that’s what’s up for auction next. How much to empty your load into Ms. Carmichael’s sweet mouth? Bidding starts at fifty thousand. Fifty thousand, do I hear fifty—?”
