The Auction (Club Indulgence Duet, #1)(47)

A moment passes, and I hold my hands out.

She hesitates, then slowly takes them.

"Good girl," I praise and pull her to her feet.

She sniffles.

I wipe her cheeks and question, "Do you remember what I asked Aria?"

Blakely pins her eyebrows together as if confused.

"Let me remind you. I'm not a Dom who plays around, pet. What I do, I do for you because you need it. Now, dig down and find that trust you had for me the night you signed an unread contract after I told you I'd own you."

She takes a few deep breaths, straightens her shoulders, and lifts her chin.

Pride sweeps through me. She's perfect in so many ways. Her confidence at this moment, whether she knows she has it or not, is something I've rarely seen. "Good girl," I commend her and give her a peck on the lips.

She tries for more, but I retreat, guiding her down the hall and into the playroom.

She gasps when we step inside.

I freeze, letting her take in the numerous pieces of sex furniture, wall of toys, floggers, paddles, and different restraints, as well as the fourteen-ringed, steel St. Andrew's Cross. Her eyes grow wider, and a flush creeps into her cheeks until her gaze rests on Aria, who's in the kneeling position in the middle of the room, head bowed. Blakely's body tenses again.

I slide my hand on her ass and murmur in her ear, "This time, learn from your punishment."

She looks at me in question.

I grip her waist, turn my head toward Aria, and boom, "Go pick a flogger, Flower."

Aria lifts her head, her green eyes practically glowing, and rises. She walks to the wall and chooses a black flogger, putting it next to her nose and deeply inhaling. The long, full-grain buffalo leather tassels are perfect for inducing different sensations. It doesn't surprise me she chose it. It's her favorite. She spins and waits.

I move Blakely behind the St. Andrew's Cross.

Her eyes widen, and she stares at me.

I command, "Spread your legs and arms so they're in line with the metal."

She arches her eyebrows.

"Flower, what are the only two correct answers?" I question.

"Yes, Sir. Or, thank you, Sir," she states.

"Let's try this again, pet. Spread your legs and arms so they're in line with the metal," I repeat.

Blakely's jaw twitches. She quietly says, "Yes, Sir," and obeys.

My cock hardens. I stare at the thin gold material across her back and between her ass cheeks. Her pale skin, flush against the metal, is just a bonus. I rip my gaze off her, grab four cuffs, and restrain her to the cross. I move her hair over her right shoulder, drag my knuckles down her spine, then stroke the thin lace over her slit.

She shivers, and her breath hitches. Goose bumps break out on her skin.

I murmur in her ear, "Say thank you to Aria for volunteering to help you."

Her jaw clenches.

I grab the crotch of her thong and tug, ripping them off her.

"Riggs!" she screeches, her back arching into my torso.

I grip her chin and turn her head to the side, demanding, "Who am I?"

"Sir!" she cries out.

I release her and repeat, "Say thank you to Aria."

She takes loud breaths, refusing to obey.

I slide two fingers inside her.

She bucks into my hand, her walls clenching around my digits.

I slowly thrust, taking my other hand and tugging her head back, ordering, "Say it."

Her expression hardens, her chest rises and falls faster, and her cheeks turn redder.

I step to the side of her, keep thrusting my fingers, and slap her ass so loud it echoes in the room.

"Oh!" she cries out.

"Oh, who?" I shout, add a third finger, and slap her again.

"Sir!" she shouts.

I spank her until both her cheeks are red, her arousal drips down my hand, and she's shaking so hard her knees buckle.

I inhale her sea salt and driftwood scent and rub her ass, sliding my fingers in front of her face, ordering, "Suck."

She glances at me with her watering blues, her lips part, and I shove my digits past her teeth.

"Suck, my little pet," I taunt. "Be a good girl and show Flower how much you love the taste of your pussy."

Her eyes dart toward Aria as if she forgot she was there. She moves her head back as if to escape my fingers, but I'm behind her. There's nowhere to go, and all she can do is continue to suck.

Aria's eyes glow like an animal's in the dark. The flogger shakes in her hand, and her eyes slowly move from Blakely's mouth to my gaze, silently pleading.

This is why she can't return to the world of vanilla. I know what Aria needs more than she does. I thought she'd come to accept who she was and what she needed, but I guess she still has some inner work to do.

"Watch and learn, pet," I demand, then pull my fingers out of Blakely's mouth. I move toward Aria and hold my hand out.

She hands me the flogger.

I order, "Take your position."

Like a good little sub, she chooses the bench in front of the cross. She lies on it so her face is toward Blakely. She puts her hands on the legs, and I cuff them. Then I cuff her ankles to the back ones. I crouch in front of her, tuck her locks of hair behind her ears, and lower my voice so Blakely can't hear. "Remember this when you think of this guy you're seeing. This isn't something you can deny anymore."