The Auction (Club Indulgence Duet, #1)(32)

His ripped torso hits my back. Tingles burst near my ear from his breath. One hand curls around my neck, and the other cups my pussy from behind. He locks eyes with me and murmurs, "I own you, pet."

In a normal situation, I'd get upset about that statement. But here, at this moment, with Riggs's body caged over mine, his seductive, bad-boy expression pinned on me, and his hands where they are, my brain is mush.

"Tell me I own you," he demands, slipping a finger inside me.

My breath hitches. I close my eyes and roll my hips into his palm.

He pulls his finger out of me, and a sharp sting, as hard as it sounds, erupts on my ass.

"Riggs!" I scream, my eyelids flying open.

He smacks me again, barking, "What is my name?"

"Sir!" I call out.

"Say it," he grits between his teeth, rubbing my cheek, then thrusting his finger in and out of me.

My hips automatically shift into him. I whimper and close my eyes again.

Another sharp sting bursts on my ass. I arch my back, but he's holding my neck down, keeping me against the counter.

He growls, "I didn't permit you to move any part of your body, did I?"

"No!" I cry out.

"No, who?"

"No, Sir!"

He swirls his finger on my clit, and I groan, attempting to keep still and taking more shaky breaths.

"Say it! Tell me I own you," he orders, shoving his thumb inside me and circling his finger faster.

I cave, shouting, "You own me!"

"And why do I own you?" he pushes, drilling his blue flames into me.

"I-I don't know!"

"Bullshit! Tell me, pet!"

Tears well in my eyes. "Riggs, I-I don't know!"

"Who?" he snarls.

"Sir!"

"You want to submit. To me! Admit it!" he demands, manipulating me to the point I'm about to come.

My vision turns blurry, adrenaline pools in my cells, ready to explode, and he removes his hand. He leans closer, kisses my cheek, and murmurs, "I want to hear you say it, pet. You want this because it's with me. So say it!"

It hits me like a lightning bolt, and I can't deny his statement. It's the only reason I'm here. I admit, "I want to submit to you."

His mouth pulls into an arrogant grin. His ragged breath merges with mine. His thumb slides over my forbidden zone, and I clench. He orders, "Relax."

"Riggs," I whisper, suddenly scared.

His voice turns softer. "Relax, Blakely." He pushes his pointer finger inside my pussy, swirls it against my throbbing walls, and kisses under my earlobe.

I close my eyes.

"Look at me, pet," he quietly demands.

I open my eyes, and he tilts his head, intensely watching me. He praises, "Good girl," then slides his thumb past the tight ring of muscle.

I gasp, blinking hard, arching but unable to lift off the counter due to his continued grip on my neck and torso over me.

"Shhh," he coos, then slides his thumb in farther. "Breathe, sweetheart." He demonstrates how he wants me to breathe.

I do what he says, mimicking him until I'm fully relaxed and nothing feels bad.

"Everything is okay, pet," he claims, slips another finger inside me, then slowly creates a twisting pattern.

I whimper, unsure why I'm enjoying what he's doing.

He keeps his eyes locked on me, calmly asking, "Who owns you, Blakely?"

I don't think about it and answer, "You do, Sir."

He nods. "And who do you submit for?"

"You, Sir."

"Who else?"

I try to shake my head, but it's still pressed against the quartz.

"Who else?" he gently repeats.

"No one."

"No one, who?"

"No one, Sir," I affirm.

He kisses my cheek and adds a third finger.

"Oh God!" I moan.

"Shh. No talking, pet."

I swallow hard, trying to be quiet, but it's impossible, and I whimper loudly.

"We have a lot of work to do," he claims.

I can't even contemplate what he's referring to. The sensations moving through me, I've never felt before. It's a rush of endorphins I never expected, not because I'm coming. It's from the taboo of his actions and how I want him to continue.

He removes his fingers, and I instantly feel empty. I press my ass toward him. He chuckles. "Greedy girl," he says, then slides something else into me.

I don't know what it is, but it's not his fingers. My voice cracks. "Riggs?"

He smacks my ass, and a sting spreads across my cheek. I yelp, and he says, "Who?"

"Sir!"

He warns, "The sooner you learn, the better." He rubs the sting and asks, "You're surprised, aren't you?"

I remain silent.

Cockiness flares all over Riggs. "Admit you love everything I've done to you, Blakely."

For some reason, defiance reignites inside me.

He smirks. "No? I guess I'll stop, then." He backs away from me.

"No! Wait!" I blurt out before I can even think about what I'm doing.

He purses his lips and traces the edge of whatever is inside me, commanding, "Confess you like it and don't forget the 'Sir.'"