I moaned as Oliver’s hand moved back to my hair. It wasn’t hard, it was just this feeling of control — a reminder that he held the power here. And as much as I’d never have imagined myself liking that, something had changed in me

Maybe it was being taken

Maybe it was the auction, and feeling so powerless

Or maybe it was just that something about him made me want to submit. Something about him drove something dark and needy deep inside of me, and lit a fire that made me want to let go. It made me want to let him claim every part of me.

In his eyes was the promise of dominating me.

And I was eager to submit.

He pulled me forward, and I moaned as I opened my mouth for his enormous cock again. The head touched my lips, and I whimpered as I darted my tongue out to swirl it over him, taking him and making him hiss and groan. And I liked making him groan like that — I loved the way he looked at me with that fire in his eyes.

Slowly, I opened my jaw, and swallowed him inside.

“Good girl,” he groaned, sending a pulse of heat through my boy. Fuck did it do something to me when he said that.

I moaned and began to tease him with my tongue. I swirled it around his head, poking at the hole at the tip as I brought my other hand up to join the first and start stroking his fat cock. I wetly slurped on his cock, letting my spit dribble down his shaft as I stroked him slowly with both my hands. I was loving the velvety feel of his hot skin, the thick veins pulsing heavily under my little fingers, and the raw power behind it that sent a jolt through my core.

Very quickly I began to almost forget about the fact that I was his prisoner, as I became consumed by my need for him. I moaned like a little slut as I worshiped his cock, slurping on the head and swirling my tongue around it as I stroked it wetly. I cooed as I dropped my mouth down his shaft, letting my lips and tongue wetly suck and lap at the veiny shaft.

Oliver growled as he finally pulled me away again, his face tight and his eyes burning fiercely into me.

“Turn around, pet,” he spoke evenly, his hand dropping to his cock and stroking it slowly.

I nodded, biting my lip as I turned for him. I bent over, arching my back and raising my ass up in the air — the sweet submission and the eager anticipation of what was to come next rushed through me like a drug.

“Spread yourself for me,” he husked into my ear, making me shiver. I nodded again, feeling my breath catching in my chest as I lay my cheek on the sheet and reached back with both hands, and I placed them on my ass. I could feel the heat roar into my face as I lay like that, my ass up in the air, my body so ready and so willingly submitting to him.

I felt his breath on my thighs, and suddenly I cried out as I felt his mouth move to my pussy. His tongue wetly dragged up and down my lips, making me shiver and moan for him as he licked me. He pushed his tongue deep, curling it inside of me and making me pant into the sheets. He brought his hand up, his thumb moving to my clit and rolling over it again and again as he tongued my opening with deep strokes. I whimpered, feeling my body start to tumble already. I could feel my toes curl and my nipples tingle as they dragged across the sheets with my every breath.

He growled into my pussy, his fingers and his tongue driving me higher and higher, until I was gasping and moaning out loud for him, pushing my ass back against his face with my fingers digging into my own skin.

He pulled back from my dripping wet pussy, and I felt his tongue slide higher. Suddenly, I felt that hot, wet tongue teasing right around the tight ring of my ass.

I gasped, jerking away from him reflexively, but his powerful hands held me fast.

“Did I tell you to move?”

“I—” I swallowed, heat flushing my face. “I don’t know if I—”

I started to pull away, but his hands held me firmly in place. His tongue moved in again, and this time, as it touched at my most private of places, I opened my mouth, and I moaned.

Holy shit.

I’d never done anything like this. I’d never let anyone back there before. And yet, laying there on that bed on my knees, totally exposed to him and totally giving up all my control to him, I felt something hot burning inside. I felt the firmness of his power, radiating through me. And I felt his control — not in a scary way, but in a way that told me I could give mine up.

"Ohhh..." I cooed out and the sensation of his wicked tongue on my ass began to send sparks through me. I arched my back and pressed back towards his face.

He growled as his tongue began to swirl at my ass in firmer strokes and twirls, poking and teasing at the opening there. I felt one of his hands slide up my thigh to my slit; his fingers sliding through my pink folds to rub my clit as I glanced back to see his other hand stroking his thick cock.

I could feel my body burning hotter and hotter, my breath coming faster and my head starting to spin out of control. My pulse beat hot in my face, my eyes squeezed shut, and my body began to tremble as the combination of his fingers on my clit and his tongue on my ass very quickly began to push me beyond any sense of control.

Suddenly, just as I felt myself about to topple over that edge, he pressed the stiff tip of his tongue right against my asshole. I pressed back, hands grabbing my ass as I cried out, and suddenly, I felt his hot, squirming tongue slip inside. I came with a guttural scream, my whole body shattering under his mouth and his hands. My whole world went blurry as I panted my aftershocks into the sheets, feeling him pull away.

I felt his weight move onto the bed, and I gasped as his hands slid over my skin.

“Stay just like that,” he growled. “Just like a good girl.”

He crouched over me, and I moaned as I felt the thick head of his cock run over my dripping wet lips. He pushed the head inside, and a low groan tumbled from my lips as I felt him start to stretch me open. One of his hands gripped my ass tightly, the other one sliding up to grip my shoulder. He eased forward, and I groaned as I felt his cock start to slide inside. He moaned, hands tightening on my skin as he pushed every single thick inch inside, until I could feel his heavy balls resting against my lips.

“And now, pet,” he purred into my ear. “Now I’m going to make you mine.”

“Yes, sir!” I gasped as I felt him withdraw before he suddenly drove deep back inside, all the way to the hilt. I cried out, feeling him fill me like that, and I could feel my pussy tighten around his thick girth. He pulled back out again, leaving just the head inside, my lips gripping tightly to him, before he rocked forward, burying himself back inside.

His hands tightened on my body as he fucked me like that — deep, hard, powerful strokes that had my whole body quaking beneath him. I moaned for him, feeling my skin come alive under his hands, my pussy clenching tight to his incredible cock fucking me harder and deeper than anything I’d ever felt before. I gasped as his hand moved from my shoulder to my neck itself, fingers tightening there. I moaned, my eyes rolling back as forbidden desires I’d never even admitted to myself came rushing out from somewhere deep inside of me.

“Yes!” I moaned loudly, feeling my whole body shiver as his hand tightened on my neck — nothing dangerous, just enough pressure to send the desire skyrocketing inside of me. It felt controlling and dominating.

It felt like exactly what he’d promised me — that he was going to make me his.

His hand moved over my ass, spanking my skin and making my breath catch in my throat. His thumb traced down my back, down between the globes of my ass, and came to rest against my tight little asshole.

I went wild.

Lazily, he began to tease around my forbidden entrance in slow circles as his cock filled my pussy again and again. My head spun, and my pulse thundered in my ears as his hand tightened on my neck. Slowly, the thumb began to add pressure, pushing against my ass. I moaned loudly, bucking back against him, wanting him to take me and never stop taking me. His thumb slid inside, and my whole world shattered as I came with a cry, my body exploding under him.

Oliver never once stopped, and barely slowed, sending me right into another orgasm as his big cock fucked me right into the second.

Eventually, I felt him slow, letting me catch my breath as I lay there against the bed whimpering and shuddering in the aftershocks. Slowly, he withdrew from my pussy.

“And now, angel,” he whispered in my ear, my body still shaking as he traced his fingers down my body. His hands found my ass and my hips, and he slowly pulled up, raising my ass up in the air.

“And now, I’m going to take this.”

My eyes went wide as I felt him ease his cock up and press the tip against my ass.

“What— Oh, no, I’m—”

“I wasn’t asking, pet,” he growled.

I almost came right there. That demanding tone — the way he was telling me what he was about to do to me, not asking, like any other man I’d been with. No, Oliver Blackwood knew what he wanted from me, and he was going to take it.

And God did that make me wet.

I actually shivered against him, my heart thumping in my chest as I slowly felt myself nodding.

“Okay,” I whispered.

I could feel the growl in his chest.

“Yes sir,” I added, moaning as I felt his hands tighten on my hips.

He pushed forward, and I gasped as I felt the enormous head of his cock press against my impossibly tight asshole. Fingers dug into my skin, and he reached down with his other hand, his fingers stroking my clit and making me shiver. Slowly, ever so slowly, he added pressure. My breath caught in my chest, and my hands clutched the sheets tightly as he pushed, until suddenly, the head eased inside.

Oh God.

I went wild, moaning like a woman possessed as Oliver Blackwood claimed my ass for the very first time.

Slowly, maddeningly, he filled me with every inch of him, while I moaned out his name and clawed at the sheets. He kept one hand on my clit, rubbing me in slowly circles and making me shake for him as he slid deeper and deeper, until I finally moaned as I felt his balls resting on my pussy.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, hissing through his teeth and letting his hand slide up and down my back. “Fuck that’s so good, pet,” he growled.

I panted beneath him, sucking in air and feeling my body come alive for him. There’d been pain at first, but it was gone as he slowly started to withdraw, before driving back inside. My breaths matched his strokes, my heart pounding with every stroke of his finger across my clit. My whole body rocked forward with every powerful, demanding thrust, my nipples grazing the sheets beneath me.

And slowly, willingly, and submissively, I gave my body to him. With each stroke, and with each throb of pleasure between my legs, I gave control of my very body itself to Oliver, letting him own me — more so than he had when he’d paid for me. And I knew right there that I was his, utterly.

And I fucking loved it.

“This ass is mine now, pet,” he growled into my ear. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir!” I cried out, my body quivering at his words.

His cock drove in and out of my tight little ass, his balls slapping against my skin with every thrust. His hand moved to my neck again, and I almost came right then as his fingers closed around it.

My knees shook, my skin burned with heat, and my whole world became singularly focused on the raw, forbidden, and totally mind-blowing pleasure that shattered through me.

“I want to feel you come, angel,” he hissed into my ear, biting the lobe between his teeth as his fingers strummed my clit. “I want to feel this tight little ass of yours come as I fill you with every fucking drop of my cum.”

I gasped, nodding and barely able to make words as I mumbled out a “yes sir.”

“Now be a good girl.”

I moaned, my whole reality blurring at the edges.

“Be my good girl, and come for me.”

I shattered.

The cry wrenched from my lips, my eyes squeezed shut, and I let go Oliver’s big cock in my ass and his fingers on my clit shoved me right over the edge and into sweet oblivion. I came hard, still screaming, my whole body shaking as he drove in deep and groaned. I whimpered as his cock pumped inside of me, his hot cum filling me to the brim as his fingers strummed over my clit again and again, until my legs gave out and I collapsed onto the bed beneath him.

I shook, quivering, and sucking in lungfuls of air as he moved me onto my side. His hard, muscled body curled around me from behind, bringing me close and holding me tight as I shook with the intensity of what I’d just felt.

Slowly, my heart rate slowed to normal, I found my breath, and I opened my eyes.

“Holy shit,” I mumbled, feeling his powerful arms tighten around me, hugging me close.

“That was…”

I trailed off, shaking my head.

“Intense,” he purred into my ear.

I nodded, swallowing.

And then, part of me recoiled. Part of me felt shame, and embarrassment of having just given up so much — at having submitted so readily to this man. It wasn’t just that I didn’t know him very well, but he was my captor. This man had bought me from a damn auction house, had kept me prisoner in this room, and now had strolled in here, magically tapped into some dark part of me, and made me his willing slut.

HIs begging submissive

I closed my eyes.

What the fuck did that say about me?

My brow creased, and the darkest version of those thoughts began to come up to claim me, when I felt Oliver’s arms tighten, and his lips at my ear.

“Don’t.”

I bit my lip.

“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. This is…” He sighed. “This is more complex than you’ve been led to believe.”

“More complex than you buying me and keeping me in this room?” I spat bitterly.

“Yes,” he growled. “Much more complex. And whatever you’re thinking — whatever place you’ve gone where you think this is Stockholm Syndrome or something—”

I froze. What was he, a mind reader?

“It’s not that, I can promise you.” Oliver sighed, his hands stroking my skin. “I think it’s time we talked.” He started to stand from the bed, and I shivered at the absence of his body against mine.

“Why don’t you take a bath, refresh yourself, and then come down to the library.”

I whirled my head around to stare at him.

Oliver grinned. “Before you ask, no, this isn’t a test, or a trick, I assure you. Take your time, get dressed, and when you’re ready, come down. We’ll explain everything.”

I swallowed as I slowly nodded.

Oliver finished getting dressed, and he turned for the door when he paused. His fist clenched at his side, and his shoulders tightened, as if he was wrestling with something. And I was about to ask, when he suddenly whirled and strode back across the room towards me so intensely that I gasped in fear.

“Wait! Please! I just—”

And then Oliver Blackwood grabbed my face in both his hands, and kissed me.

Hard.

He kissed me like something you see in a movie, at the edge of a cliff, or on the docks before someone goes off to war. He kissed me until my toes curled and my heart almost jumped out my chest.

He pulled away, and our eyes locked.

Whoa.

That kiss had been a world apart from the raw, intense fucking from earlier. It was…more than that. A lot more. And for the first time since I’d laid eyes on him, I saw something in Oliver’s face that I hadn’t seen before.

Doubt, and worry.

Quickly, it was dashed away though. Replaced with his usual dark, guarded look.

“When you’re ready, Mia,” he whispered, kissing my cheek.

“We’ll be waiting.”