7. Addison
7
ADDISON
F uck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Hold on, goddamnit.
My arms shook as I held onto the banister for dear life. Seeing the two-story drop while Warren’s body was pushed against me, his fingers inside me, was more terrifying than I imagined when he first told me to turn around.
I was completely naked. My cum leaked down my legs and onto the stairs. My body was losing its strength as he pulled another orgasm from me.
I saw them coming at first. Felt them tease my belly before submerging me in warmth. After Warren had stopped playing around, I had no time to prepare. They hit me like a freight train with zero warning.
And the worst part was that his dick wasn’t even inside me yet.
The moment in my father’s office came back to me. The one where his fingers were working in and out of me, prepping me for his cock. At least then I had a payoff.
I cried out as my cunt clenched around his fingers. Tingling heat ran through me, and he chose just that moment to hook his finger inside me and?—
“Fuck! Stop making me do that,” I whined as liquid fell to the stairs beneath us and watched as he licked his fingers clean.
“I can do whatever I want to you,” he reminded me, his lips coming to my ear. “Remember our deal, Addi. You’re mine to do whatever I please, and if it’s making you make an utter mess of yourself, that’s fucking fine by me.”
“Someone will see,” I gasped when I heard the sound of his zipper.
Is he finally going to fuck me?
“Is that the only thing you can come up with, Addi? Because I don’t want them to see what’s mine?”
I forced myself to give him a shaky nod, every word I wanted to say to him dying on my tongue.
“Yes, but you know what they’ll see?” he asked before his teeth dug into my sensitive neck. “They’ll see just how in control of you I am. How you’re mine. They can fucking watch, but there’s no denying it. I’m the only one who can do this to you.”
I couldn’t hang on much longer. My legs were shaking and threatening to go out from under me.
He took out his cock, and I felt it—hot against my back, teasing me. It was disgusting how much I wanted it.
“Lean forward, ass back.”
I didn’t hesitate.
I gasped when it slipped between my legs, rubbing against my pussy lips.
“Teasing me now?” I asked as he started to pump between my legs, but made no move to enter me. I’d forgotten how big he was. How much it hurt when I first stretched around him. It was all coming back.
His cock brushed across my entrance and clit, ramping me up even further.
I was so sensitive, so overstimulated. I was all but ready to beg for him to fuck me.
He played me so easily. Every touch felt more intense than the last. Every tease of his tongue against my skin. Every chuckle.
He knows what he’s doing.
We might have only fucked once, but it was like he knew me. All of me.
I was going crazy. All I could think about was him. The way his fingers felt inside me. How hot and wet his tongue was and how much I wanted to feel it on my cunt. How hard his cock felt between my legs.
God, I want to fucking kiss him.
He let out a groan behind me.
“You haven't earned my cock yet, Addi.” His hands were on my hips, setting the pace as he fucked my thighs.
“It’s a waste of two million if you ask me,” I said breathlessly. My hands gripped the banister as another orgasm threatened to run through me.
The way he was using me was sinful. Degrading. He was fucking me like some toy. And the twisted part of me fucking loved it.
Yes, he made me come, but him driving between my thighs like this was all for his benefit.
He picked up his pace, his hips slamming into me as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. Without realizing it, I was squeezing my thighs tighter for him.
His curse had butterflies going off in my belly.
“You want me inside you?” he asked with a dark chuckle. “Is that the real reason you went to the auction? Because you haven’t been thoroughly fucked in the last eight years?”
I cursed and brought my hand to my clit to finish the job since he wouldn’t, but his hand was suddenly in my hair, forcing my head back.
“Don’t you fucking dare get yourself off,” he growled against my ear. “Only I can do that.”
I didn’t listen. I continued to rub my clit. He cursed, his hips moving faster against me until hot spurts of cum painted the banister and parts of my thighs.
I gasped when his other hand reached over to spread his cum across my clit.
Marking his territory.
“I own you, Addi,” he reminded me. “Nobody can fuck you like I do. You’re going to regret ever coming to the auction.”
I swallowed thickly, unable to respond.
I already do.