Cherry Auction – Carnal Games Read Online Stasia Black

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I’m just delivered straight to the ecstatic realms.

My fingers knot in the sheets. My heels dig into the mattress. I thrust against his face. My throat’s already raw, but I scream. Now for entirely different reasons than an hour ago. What the fuck am I doing? This is wrong. I hate him⁠—

But it’s so good, oh, oh, it’s so, so fucking good. He asked and I want it. Oh god I want it. It’s like light melts from where he’s licking me and god, oh god⁠—

I scream at an even higher pitch because he lifts me there, when I couldn’t have possibly imagined there was higher to go.

I wiggle my hips back and forth and somewhere through the haze I feel him grasp my ass to pull me into his mouth deeper. I bite my bottom lip as another spasm tears through my belly, only barely coming down before he’s taking me right back up again.

Perversely, now I wish I wasn’t blindfolded. Because I want to look down at him there between my legs. It feels as if there’s some disembodied being bringing me such pleasure, but I know it’s him. The man from the first night who I was so hesitant to trust but then gave myself over to completely. My familiar captor. How is this possible? It shouldn’t be fucking possible for him to get me off so hard when he’s kidnapped me.

I thought I just needed him to scratch the itch he’d raised.

This is transforming into something wholly different, though. For one, it’s going on and on, as if the more taste I get of pleasure, the hungrier I become.

I’m on my, what, third orgasm? Fourth? But I can feel there’s more—higher, harder—to go. And I want it. I need it. I need him to be the one to take me there.

It’s like, for this single moment while he eats me out so crazily, there’s a reversal of fortunes, and I’m the one controlling him. He’s all but on his knees worshiping me with his mouth.

When I feel his thumb pressing against my asshole, wet with the juices spilling down from my drenched sex, it doesn’t feel as foreign as it did the first night. Even though in spite of the plug he used then, the opening feels just as tight. But it’s extra sensation, and I’m starved for it. I want it.

I want him.

“Yes, yes,” I mutter as I thrash against the silk sheets, “it’s so close, I can feel it.”

Maybe he’ll fuck me after all.

I try to tell myself it’s why I’m being like this. To get the upper hand. But the wild animal heaving inside me for more pleasure knows better. She’s in heat, and nothing but his wet, giving mouth devouring me will do.

I feel the pressure of his finger, working at my ass and finally popping inside. He drags me forwards with his digit and his other hand on my butt cheek, and he eats me more voraciously than ever.

It hits. The wildest, most blinding white-out pleasure bursting over the mountain-top into the pure free-falling unknown. I open my mouth to scream but no sound comes out. One breathless second. Then another, and another.

I reach down and tangle my fingers in his short, curled hair as I finally crash land back down to earth, my legs spasming in earthquake-like shakes as the tail-end of the orgasm rushes through me. It makes all my hair stand on end. I can feel it in my scalp and the tips of my fingers.

How—?

What—?

I slam my head back into the mattress and seize a few more times before all strength is gone from my limbs.

He lazily licks me up and down like a lion, and I’m so super-sensitive, I full-body shudder each time.

When he finally pulls away and his finger slips out of my ass, I start shaking and can’t stop. I hear little noises around the room but don’t pull off my blindfold. I feel… so… I don’t know what I feel. Too much and nothing at all, at the same time.

Stunned. In shock, like I’ve just been in a car-accident.

Ashamed. Like I want to crawl into a hole and cease to exist.

And like… like I want to beg him to come back and start all over again. Because for one moment, just one brief moment, with our bodies heaving for breath together, I felt whole instead of fractured.

And now?

Being left alone on the bed feels like the cruelest thing he could possibly do. Was that the point? To bring me to the peak of such terrible intimacy and then dump me so violently from heaven’s river of pleasure to the cold, empty bed left alone without his touch?

I hear his footsteps heading towards the door.

Oh god. Yes. He is going to leave now.

And I’ll be so horribly alone. I’ll be alone, and I’ll dream of the terrifying black box when the nightmares come to swallow me whole. But when I scream and wake up in the dark, I’ll just be alone all over again. No one will be there to hold me. No one’s ever there to hold me. It’s just cold loneliness, that’s all I’ll ever⁠—


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