Chapter 5
SYDNEY
I stand there in the dimly lit penthouse suite, my heart hammering against my ribs like it’s trying to escape. The auction is over. The gavel fell, the bids climbed higher than I ever imagined, and now Max owns me.
I don’t know this man, but the few stolen glances across the crowded room during the event sparked something electric when our eyes locked. And I want him more than I’ve ever wanted any other man.
Or maybe it’s just the auction adrenaline still surging through me, thick and heady, mixing with the champagne I drank as liquid courage before climbing up on that stage.
He stands before me, tall, broad-shouldered, and intense. He’s shrugged off his suit jacket earlier and tossed it over the back of a chair. The rolled-up sleeves show more of the dark ink on his muscled forearms. His eyes are dark, intense, drinking me in like he’s been starving for this view.
My dress clings to my curves, the silk cool against my heated skin, but under his gaze, I feel exposed already.
“Sydney,” he says, my name rolling off his tongue like a claim. He steps closer, one hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, but there’s steel underneath it. “You’re mine now.”
A shiver runs down my spine. I should feel nervous—this is insane, selling a year’s access to my body, to my person, to a stranger—but all I feel is want.
The chemistry crackles between us, undeniable, like we’ve been circling each other for years instead of a few hours.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice breathy. “I am.”
His hand slides to the back of my neck, fingers threading into my hair, and he pulls me in for another kiss.
This one, like the one I initiated, starts tender, his lips soft and exploratory, tasting me like I’m something fragile he doesn’t want to break. But then it deepens, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that makes my knees weak.
I melt into him, my hands fisting in his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his chest beneath the fabric. He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me, and I know that this man is going to ruin me in the best way.
He breaks the kiss just enough to murmur against my lips. “I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment I first saw you in that ballroom. So fucking beautiful. And now you’re all mine.” His other hand grips my waist, possessive, pulling my body flush against his.
The hard ridge of his cock strains against his pants, pressing into my belly, and heat floods between my legs. “Max,” I breathe, tilting my head back as his mouth trails down my neck.
He nips at the sensitive skin there, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to make me gasp. I feel the dominance in him, simmering, wrapped in this surprising tenderness that makes my heart flutter even as my pussy clenches with need.
He walks me backward until my thighs hit the edge of the sofa. The city lights glitter through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow over everything. With careful but firm hands, he turns me around so my back is to his chest. “Let me see you,” he says, voice rough.
His fingers find the zipper of my dress and slowly drag it down, the sound intimate in the quiet room. The fabric pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lace bra and panties.
He spins me back to face him, his eyes roaming over me hungrily. “Fuck, Sydney. Look at you.” One hand cups my breast through the lace, thumb brushing my nipple until it pebbles under his touch.
I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping me. He’s so big, so solid, and the way he holds me, like I’m his prize, his possession, makes me wetter than I’ve ever been.
I reach for his shirt, but he catches my wrists gently, pinning them above my head with one hand. “Not yet, baby. I want to take my time with what I bought.” There’s a wicked smile on his lips, but his eyes are soft, almost worshipful.
He leans in, kissing me again, slower this time, his free hand exploring my body, tracing the curve of my waist, the flare of my hips, dipping between my thighs to rub me through my soaked panties.
“Oh god,” I whimper as his fingers press against my clit, circling with perfect pressure. The adrenaline from the auction still has me buzzing, and every touch feels amplified.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, lips brushing my ear. “Feel how wet your pussy is for me already. You love this, don’t you? Being mine.” His voice is low, commanding, sending sparks straight to my core.
He slips his fingers under the lace, stroking my slick folds, and I buck against his hand, desperate for more.
“Yes,” I admit, my voice trembling. I’ve never felt this desired, this possessed, and it’s the biggest turn-on.
He releases my wrists and kneels in front of me. Hooking his fingers in my panties, he drags them down my legs. I step out of them, and he looks up at me with those dark eyes, pressing a tender kiss to my inner thigh before his mouth moves higher.
When his tongue finds my pussy and licks along my folds, I cry out, my hands flying to his hair.
He’s relentless but gentle, lapping at my clit, sucking it between his lips while his hands grip my ass, holding me steady. “Taste so fucking good,” he growls against me, the vibration making me shudder. “This sweet little pussy is mine tonight. Say it.”
“It’s yours,” I gasp, my hips rolling against his face. He’s dominant, controlling the pace, but every stroke of his tongue feels like adoration.
He adds a finger, then two, curling them inside me while his mouth works my clit. The tension builds fast, my thighs shake, and I come hard, moaning his name as pleasure crashes over me.
He doesn’t stop, drawing out every wave until I’m whimpering, oversensitive. Only then does he stand, pulling me into his arms and kissing me deeply. I taste myself on his lips, and it’s filthy and intimate all at once.
“Good girl,” he praises, his hands roams my back and unclasps my bra. My breasts spill free, and he cups them, thumbs teasing my nipples as he pushes me deeper into the sofa, stretching me along the cushions.
I lie back and watch as he strips. His body is incredible, all muscled chest and defined abs. When he pushes his pants down, his cock springs free, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
I lick my lips, wanting him.
He climbs over me, caging me in with his arms, his cock resting heavy against my thigh. “Look at me, Sydney.” I meet his gaze, and there’s that chemistry again, burning bright. “I’m going to fuck you now. Fill this pussy that now belongs to me.”
I nod eagerly, spreading my legs wider for him. He positions himself at my entrance, rubbing the head of his cock through my slickness, teasing me. “Please, Max… I need you inside me.”
He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open with a groan. “So tight. So perfect for my cock.” The tenderness is there in the way he pauses, letting me adjust, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my lips.
But once he’s buried deep, his hips snap forward, possessive and dominant, claiming every bit of me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, nails digging into his back as he thrusts. Each stroke is deep and powerful, hitting spots that make stars burst behind my eyes.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he rasps, his mouth on my neck, sucking marks into my skin. “This pussy was made for me. Taking my cock so well, baby.”
“Yes, harder,” I beg, loving how he owns me.
He grips my hips, angling them up so he can drive even deeper, his rhythm steady and relentless. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room—wet, obscene, perfect. Sweat slicks my skin. The adrenaline making everything feel urgent and endless.
He flips us suddenly, pulling me on top so I’m straddling him. His hands guide my hips, helping me ride him. “That’s it, ride my cock. Show me how much you want it.”
I brace my hands on his chest, rolling my hips, grinding my clit against him with every downstroke. He looks up at me with raw hunger, one hand sliding up to pinch my nipple, the other gripping my ass possessively.
“You’re so thick,” I moan, increasing the pace. The chemistry between is alive, like every push binds us tighter.
He sits up, wrapping his arms around me, sucking one nipple into his mouth while thrusting into me.
I cry out, clinging to him, my pussy clenching around his thick cock.
“Mine,” he growls, biting down gently. “Say you’re my mine. My good girl.”
“I’m yours… I’m your good girl,” I pant, the words sending another wave of arousal through me.
He rewards me by thrusting harder, his hand slipping between us to rub my clit.
I come again, shuddering around him, my walls pulsing.
He’s not done.
He flips me onto my hands and knees and enters me from behind in one smooth motion. At this deeper angle, his cock hits the perfect spot inside me with every powerful stroke. His hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back gently but firmly as he leans over me.
“Fuck, Sydney. Your pussy is gripping me so tight. You love being fucked like this, don’t you? Possessed by me.” His free hand reaches around to rub my clit again, and I’m lost, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust.
“Answer me,” he demands, his lips hot against my skin as he bites my earlobe.
“Yes, I love it,” I sob, pleasure building toward another peak.
He’s tender in the way he strokes my back and my ass, whispering praises, “So beautiful, so wet for me,” but dominant in how he controls my body, pounding into me with possessive force.
Suddenly, he pulls out, making me whine at the emptiness, and turns me onto my back again.
Hovering over me, he slides back in, slower this time, eyes locked on mine.
The tenderness shines through as he kisses me softly, his hips rolling in deep, sensual thrusts.
“I could stay buried in you all night,” he murmurs. “This is just the beginning.”
We lose ourselves like that for what feels like hours.
With a full erection still on display, he carries me to the bedroom and fucks me through another orgasm, then another, his cock never flagging.
Dirty words spill from his lips, “Come on my cock again, baby. Let me feel that pussy squeeze me,” mixed with sweet ones, “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect for me.”
Finally, when I’m a trembling, blissed-out mess, he groans my name and buries himself deep, coming hard inside me. The feel of his release, hot and pulsing, sends me over the edge one last time.
We collapse together, his arms wrapping around me possessively even as he strokes my hair tenderly.
Our breathing slows, bodies entwined, the adrenaline fading into warm satisfaction.
I nestle against his chest, feeling claimed, desired, and strangely safe in the arms of this man who just bought me, as sleep tugs me under.
I wake to his hands on me again, gentle but insistent. Minutes or hours have passed. I’m not sure. The room is still dark except for the city glow.
Max is propped on one elbow, watching me with that intense gaze. “Couldn’t stay away,” he admits, his voice husky. His hand trails down my body, cupping my breast, then lower, between my legs where I’m still slick with our combined release.
I gasp softly as his fingers dip into my pussy, stirring the mess there. “Max…”
“Shh, baby. I need you again.” He’s hard already, his cock pressing against my thigh.
He kisses me tenderly, exploring my mouth as his fingers work me open.
The possessiveness returns as he pins one of my legs wide, sliding into me in one long thrust. “Fuck, still so tight. Even after I filled you up.”
I moan into his mouth, my body responding instantly.
He fucks me slow and deep this time, savoring every thrust, his hips grinding against mine. “This pussy is mine. No one else gets to touch what I bought.” His words are dominant, filthy, but his touch is caring as kisses my neck, whispering how good I feel, how beautiful I look taking him.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Every intoxicating movement feels perfectly in sync. He hits a spot that makes me see stars, and I clench around him. “Right there… oh god, your cock feels so good.”
“Yeah? You love my big cock stretching you, don’t you?” He picks up the pace, keeping eye contact, while pounding harder.
I nod frantically, lost in sensation.
He pulls out and moves down my body, spreading my legs wide. His mouth descends on my pussy again, licking and sucking our mingled tastes.
It’s dirty, possessive, and I love it, threading my fingers through his hair as I grind against his face. He makes me come like that, tongue-fucking me until I’m shaking.
Then he’s back inside me, on his back this time with me riding him reverse cowgirl.
His hands grip my ass, spreading me wide, with his thumbs pressing against the rim of my backdoor as he guides me up and down his cock.
“Look at that view. Your pussy swallowing every inch. Fuck, Sydney, you’re incredible. ”
I brace my hands on his thighs, trying to catch my breath. The angle lets him hit so deep, I feel him bump against my cervix with each thrust.
His dirty talk continues, “That’s my good girl, fucking yourself on my cock. This tight pussy is addicted already,” pushing me toward the edge again.
When he presses one thumb hard against my asshole, I shatter, crying out.
He flips me onto my stomach, covering me with his body, and lifts my hips just enough so he can enter me from behind. His weight presses me into the mattress, dominant and enveloping. “Mine,” he repeats with each thrust. Tender kisses on my shoulder contrast the powerful snaps of his hips.
We go on like this, positions changing, pleasure building in waves.
He eats me out on the edge of the bed, fingers in my ass while his tongue works my clit. I suck his cock, taking him deep into my throat while he praises me, hand gentle in my hair but guiding firmly.
He fucks my tits, then my mouth, then my pussy again, claiming my entire body completely.
Hours later, exhausted and sated, we lie tangled. His arms hold me tight, possessive even in sleep.
I drift off, fully claimed by this man I just met and feeling adored and safer than I’ve ever been in my life.