Chapter 21

Aurora

Gone is the sweet innocent girl of a week ago.

In her place is a very bad girl.

I’m not sure what’s happened to her, the good girl. Maybe she’s just hiding, or she’s simply been put in the bottom of a drawer to be pulled out later at a more suitable time.

Of course, I have no idea when a more suitable time is, or if I even want the good girl to come back.

At the moment, I’m getting used to the new, bad girl version of myself that comes by being with Finn. Strong, handsome Finn.

I have my arms wrapped around him, and I nuzzle my cheek into the soft part of his neck. He’s carrying me up to his penthouse.

I feel tranquil in his arms. He smells like deep musky cologne, and it sends streams of sexual arousal coursing through my body. My lips turn into tiny butterfly wings that start caressing the area near his Adam’s apple.

A soft sigh escapes his lips, and I press my curves into his muscles of steel. I’ve never met a man like Finn.

I guess I’ve not really met many men. The ones I did meet were nothing special. A lot of my brother’s friends hit on me growing up, but I always saved myself.

While I have thought men were attractive, it’s been a fairly easy road for me, as far as saying no was concerned. Now if I had run into Finn or any of his brothers before now…well, things might have turned out differently for me.

The auction is still fresh in my mind. By now, I have very mixed emotions about the whole night.

At the time, the hate I’d felt for Anders was burning brightly. But since the actual night with the Grayson brothers, I’ve had to rein in some of my stronger feelings.

Just like my parents raised me, I try and see the silver lining. And if I’m honest, losing my virginity to the Grayson brothers was amazing.

I’ve never met people like them. Not only do they ooze self-confidence, they’re arrogant, over-the-top competitive with each other, and incredibly good-looking.

What am I talking about? They’re practically Greek gods. Zeus himself pales in comparison to these guys.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking of them for a second, no matter how hard I try. And I never thought I’d see them again.

When Finn sent me a text, I could barely contain my excitement.

A glimmer of hope ignited within me. Maybe my happiness could happen. Maybe my feelings are not unrequited after all.

He must like me. You don’t ask a girl for another date unless you like her, right?

Now that I’m in his arms, I can feel the answers to my question. There is no doubt at all that Finn likes me.

I’m sure he more than likes me. Right now, I’d say he’s fucking crazy about me.

Somehow, Finn manages to unlock the front door to his penthouse and shove it open without setting me down.

Inside, he wastes no time in taking me to his bedroom. I glide out of his arms and onto the black and grey bedding. My red dress spreads out around me, and I love the dramatic effect.

Black on red.

Carmen wears a red dress, I think. Our time at the opera is fresh on my mind, but I’m dying to have his big cock sliding in and out of me.

Without a word, Finn rolls me onto my back and unzips my dress. It takes less than five seconds for me to lie almost naked on his bed.

I watch him rip off his clothing, including his tie, and then without any warning, he grabs my hands and lifts them above my head. It takes me a moment or two to realize what he’s doing. He’s using his tie to bind my arms together.

My heart rate increases, and the juices start to flow. It’s exhilarating, the way my body responds to these new experiences. I’m like a little girl in the chocolate shop, eager to try different flavors.

Not knowing what’s coming next heightens my senses.

Finn is not in my field of vision, and I try and turn my head to see where he is and what he’s up to.

If there’s something expected of me, I’m not sure what it is. I decide to just go along with it and see what happens.

Finn appears, and at first, I can’t quite make out what he’s holding in his right hand. When he touches me with his object, goosebumps explode all over my skin.

He uses the feather to draw large circles around my tits before zeroing in on my nipples.

Holy shit.

Tiny explosions rip through me. I fear I’m going to go mad with desire. Maybe my body will liquefy. Is that even possible? Would it make the news?

Body liquefied from too much erotic pleasure

Perhaps I’ll turn into a substance akin to molten chocolate. Not a bad image. Molten chocolate is smooth, sensuous, and oh so delicious.

And Finn’s cock is looking delicious, too. If my hands were not tied up above my head, I would grab it now and let my fingers play with it as if they were playing the piano.

I could practice cock scales as opposed to piano scales.

Finn stops what he’s doing. Our eyes meet.

“Tell me, Aurora,” he growls. “What do you want me to do?”

I bite my bottom lip. Bad girl might have taken over, but she’s still not overly confident.

His mouth moves toward my tits as his hand with the feather moves downward. His lips suck my right tit. It disappears into his mouth, and I feel his tongue wrap around my nipple.

At the same time, the feather is running on the inside of my thigh, over my pussy, and back down the other leg.

Fireworks go off inside my head. I don’t have a single coherent thought left. The only thing I can think of is having his gigantic cock deep inside my pussy.

“Your tits are perfect, baby, so fucking perfect,” he growls as he pinches and torments my nipples.

I manage a little whimper in response. My throat’s parched, and I feel as if I haven’t had anything to drink in days.

“Or would you prefer this?”

His lips travel from the gap between my breasts downward. They barely touch my naked skin. They don’t have to. His promising to touch my skin is enough to ignite fire within my veins. This was getting too much for me. I needed more.

“I need you to fuck me,” I murmur and Finn’s head snaps up.

“I can’t hear you.”

Since my arms are tied, moving my body is near impossible, unless I want to roll onto my back. I try bringing my legs around Finn but don’t succeed.

“I need you to fuck me,” I repeat, this time a lot louder.

His lips curl upward, but he doesn’t acquiesce to my request. Perhaps I should have put it differently? Was that not what he had wanted to me say? Confused, I stare at him to gauge his mood.

“Demanding little fucking slut, aren’t you?”

It’s Finn who rolls me onto my tummy. Now I feel very vulnerable. I can’t see what he’s doing anymore, and I can’t use my arms to support me upward to get a better idea of what’s happening.

A blindfold would have the same effect. There’s a strange noise behind me and before I can dwell on it further, I hear a high-pitched whistling sound, followed by an intense stinging sensation on my fleshy ass. Before I can totally understand what’s going on, four more slaps follow the first. Without getting to see my ass, I’m sure I’ve got red welts over my cheeks.

To my surprise and horror, the whipping is totally fucking turning me on. The intense combination of pleasure and pain is totally exhilarating.

My ass is sore, but I want more.

Whack. The leather whip strikes again. With my face buried in the sheets, I bite into them.

And then Finn stops as suddenly as he started. I groan into the sheets. How much more of this can I endure before I pass out?

Unable to do anything else, I start writhing on the bed. Snake-like, I slither backward; not far, but I do move a little. Finn chuckles at my attempts before he grabs me by my hips.

Then it all happens very quickly. The tip of his massive cock is at my dripping pussy. He eases himself gently into my opening. My tight pussy hungrily grabs at him.

He pushes all the way in. I feel myself stretch and my hips thrust back and upward to meet him.

I know this massive twelve-inch plus cock of his was inside of me the other night, but with the other brothers there, it was all a bit of a blur. Now, with only him and me, I can revel in the feeling of his cock deep inside my pussy.

At first, he’s slow and gentle, but soon, his thrusts become hard and fast. My pussy responds and starts milking his cock for all it’s worth.

The way I’m lying, my clit is being rubbed against the black sheets, and I feel my orgasm bubbling to the surface. It won’t be long before I’ll erupt fountain-like and my juices gush out of me.

Before I finish, Finn’s fingernails start digging into my skin, and I can feel his cock grow even bigger inside of me with each inward thrust. How this is possible is beyond me, but it is.

And then he tenses before exploding inside of me and shooting his big load right into me.

We collapse in a heap on the bed.

Finn turns me over and strokes my face.

“You’re one fucking amazing woman,” he whispers and kisses me.

I blush at the compliment. I feel like a bumbling newcomer, learning the ropes.

In fact, I worry my inexperience may be the very thing Finn will tire of.

But for now, the waves of pleasure are enough. He is enough. And I’m happy.