The Auction (Club Indulgence Duet, #1)(59)

Riggs moves our fingers inside me at the same pace, rubbing my clit with an intensity that pools adrenaline in all my cells.

I whimper, shift my hips, and Riggs orders, "Don't move, pet."

It takes everything I have to still myself.

Riggs kisses the curve of my neck and removes his hand from mine. I try to move my hand, and he demands, "Play with yourself."

I start to turn my head, but he moves his cheek against mine so I can't. He adds, "Eyes on the stage."

I obey.

He repeats, "Play with your pussy, now. Permission to move your hips. I want to see it, pet."

My heart beats so fast I think it's going to explode. I've never done anything like this in front of anyone, much less a room full of people.

"Now, pet," he demands and helps me start, then removes his hand from mine, stating, "Keep going."

I do as he says, continuing to watch the scene as the Dom slaps the man again.

The woman begins begging. "Please let me come, Daddy."

"No!" he declares.

"Please, Daddy, I need to come," she screams as the man behind her tugs her hair so hard her face parallels the ceiling.

"Not yet," the Dom orders, distributing another flog on the man's red back.

"Please, Sir," I beg, my body already trembling, needing to come and no longer caring who sees me.

"No," Riggs states, then adds in my ear, "If you come right now, it's over, pet. Rule fourteen will be enforced."

"Please," I plead, not understanding why he won't let me if he doesn't want rule fourteen enacted.

The scene continues, and the man behind the woman begins begging the Dom, "Please, Sir. Let me come."

"Not yet," he repeats and flogs the other man.

The room becomes an echo chamber of the man and woman on stage begging to come, the sound of other subs, including myself, pleading with their Dom to come, and the man getting flogged, grunting louder and louder.

The Doms are all ruthless, denying everyone's request.

Riggs is no different, making me bring myself to the edge, then putting his hand over mine and making me retreat. It's enough to stop me from flying into a full-blown orgasm before he makes me return to the same excruciating situation.

"Sir, I...please, I'll do anything," I cry out, still facing the stage, with Riggs's mouth all over my neck, ear, and cheek. And my body won't stop shaking, yet I'm not experiencing the high I need.

The Dom on stage orders, "Come!"

All three of the subs erupt in euphoria. The man eating her pussy shoots his load all over the stage. The other Doms in the room order their subs, "Come!"

"Please," I beg Riggs, expecting him to let me now that the scene is over and the room is full of women crying out in pleasure. But to my surprise, the Dom on the stage, as well as the others surrounding me, are nicer than mine.

Mine's just cruel.

Riggs moves my hand to my mouth and makes me suck off my arousal, then murmurs in my ear, "Turn to the left, pet."

I slowly turn my head, and horror fills me.

Another Dom is staring at me. His sub is sucking him off. He's controlling her head, but his eyes fixate on me, moving over my body and legs, then pinning them on my pussy.

I turn back to Riggs, trying to process all of this and close my legs, but he doesn't let me.

The darkness in his eyes scares me. I don't know what to make of them. Is he upset with me? Did I do something wrong?

He pushes me to my feet and rises. I'm unable to stand on my own, my knees too wobbly. He slides his arm around my waist, grabs my collar, and leans into my ear, "Your pussy is mine, pet. No one else's, do you understand?"

"I-I didn't—"

He puts his fingers over my mouth. "I think it's time for your punishment."





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Riggs





"What am I getting punished for?" Blakely frets.

I lead her over to the corner and pull her closer to me so my mouth hits her ear, murmuring so no one else can hear me, "You didn't have permission to look at me."

"I-I didn't. I watched the stage," she claims.

"You just did. I told you to look to your left. I didn't permit you to look away. And I definitely didn't tell you to try and cover up your glistening pussy," I inform her.

She whispers, "Riggs—"

I tug on her hair, and she gasps. "Who am I?"

"Sir."

"Are you trying to get rule fourteen enforced?" I question, then study her.

Fear enters her eyes. "No."

I arch my eyebrows.

"No, Sir," she says, correcting herself.

"I need your full submission, pet," I remind her.

"You have it. I-I promise."

"Do I?"

"Yes."

"Yes, who?" I ask, hating myself for not training her the last ten days. What the fuck was I thinking? How could I have frozen like this? She's not ready. She can't even consistently address me as required, and that's the easier thing to do.

And she hasn't learned how to hold her orgasms. I had to interfere with her masturbation. And I can only do that so much before I get called out on it.