The Auction: A Dark Romance (Club Indulgence Duet Book 1)

I‘m mortified about what I admitted to Riggs. Until it came out of my mouth, I didn’t even know what I was hiding.

Why did I tell him that?

I should have lied.

Why?

He’s going to hold it over my head. I know it. I’ve learned enough about him over the last two weeks to understand he’ll take anything he can and use it against me when it suits him.

Is it even true?

I thought I agreed to all this to escape my father’s grasp. But I can’t lie to myself anymore. It was a convenient excuse for me to be with Riggs.

How fucked up am I?

I can’t stop the emotions plaguing me. And I’m going to end up losing him anyway. Adrenaline’s coursing through me, thanks to that damn vibrator having a field day with my body. I can hardly catch my breath to stop my uncontrollable sobs.

Somewhere amid the chaos, Riggs releases me. He carries me to the bed, then holds my head to his chest.

Is his heart racing, or is it mine?

‘Shh,’ he murmurs.

It’s all too much. I don’t expect his affection. It’s another example of how he’s a master of confusion. He seamlessly morphs from cruel to kind, and my head constantly spins from it.

And I wish I didn’t still want him. I wish I could somehow use his cruelty against him and walk away. Yet even in my distress, rule fourteen never leaves my mind. It tortures me.

I lift my head, blinking through my tears, but his face is blurry. I choke out in a whisper, ‘Let me submit.’

His body stiffens. He slides his palm on my cheek, and I close my eyes, trying to regain my composure.

He glides his thumbs under my eyes and gives me a few minutes. When he finally comes clearly into view, I stare at him, scared this is it and I’ve screwed up beyond repair.

He keeps his voice steady, ordering, ‘Kiss me, pet. Touch me how you want.’

Master of confusion does it again. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out.

He repeats, in a firmer tone, ‘I said to kiss me.’

My hands tremble. I slide them up his chest, then neck, until my fingers entwine his hair. My pulse beats wild. I push my knees next to his hips and slowly move closer to his lips.

His hot breath merges with mine. The blues in his eyes swirl, making me think about calm chaos. My mouth melts against his, our tongues rapidly creating an intense fire, blazing out of control.

His hand weaves through my hair, holding my head firmly to him. His palm grasps my ass, tugging me closer.

I lift my pelvis, and he repositions his hand on my hip, shoving me over his erection until I’ve taken all of him.

His groan competes with my moan. The pressure of the vibrator against his body makes it all more intense.

My tremors continue, and I already know I’m coming, but I still blurt out, ‘Please let me come!’

Maybe he knows I’m already there. Perhaps he’s aware there’s no stopping the earthquake within me. But he breaks from my lips, asserting, ‘As much as you want, pet,’ before coming back for more and spinning me until I’m lying on my back.

He cages himself over me, slowing down his thrusts, nibbling on my shoulder, sucking on my breasts, tugging on my hair, and squeezing my neck underneath my collar.

Every adjustment he makes creates a new frenzy within me. My cries are incoherent. He pins my wrists above my head, his chest heaving, locking his calm-chaos eyes on mine.

His body inside mine unleashes a euphoria I’ve never felt. At times, he thrusts so fast, I think he’ll pound through me until another wave of adrenaline attacks my cells. Then he’ll slow down, gritting his teeth, his breath flaring through his nostrils and into mine.

Sweat coats us. Our skin glides across the other. A drop rolls down his cheek.

‘I can’t take anymore,’ I claim, the sensations from the vibrator tearing through me again.

‘You can,’ he declares, flips me on my stomach, then bites the nape of my neck next to the top of my collar. He thrusts his cock back inside me.

‘Riggs,’ I moan, then catch my mistake. ‘Sir…oh, Sir!’

He pins my hands on the headboard, flips a cuff over each, and kisses my shoulder.

I wrap my fingers over the bars, closing my eyes.

‘Look in the mirror,’ he instructs.

I obey, staring at our reflection.

He lifts my hips, rises on his knees, and locks his challenging gaze on mine. He slowly thrusts, asking, ‘Who owns you, pet?’

I don’t hesitate. ‘You do, Sir.’

‘Who’s the only one allowed inside your pussy?’

‘You, Sir. Only you.’

‘And what about your ass?’

‘You, Sir.’

‘And what do you want me to do right now, pet?’ he questions, his eyes growing darker.

‘Whatever you want, Sir,’ I reply.

He slaps my ass cheek hard.

I gasp, then blurt out, ‘Thank you, Sir.’

‘Don’t lie to me, pet. What do you want me to do to you?’ he growls, desperation mixing with craziness on his expression.

‘Whatever you want, Sir,’ I yell again.

He slaps me harder, barking, ‘Say what you want!’

‘Your cock in my ass,’ I reveal.

‘Say please,’ he orders.

‘Please, Sir.’

‘Say all of it,’ he demands, a wild look I’ve never seen overpowering him.

I cry out, ‘Put your cock in my ass. Please, Sir!’

He slides past my hard ridge, not stopping like he did the last time, gliding all the way in until his pelvis hits my ass cheeks.

‘Oh!’ I scream, arch my back, and grip the bars so tight my knuckles turn white.

‘Is this what you want, pet?’ he barks.

‘Yes! Th-thank you, Sir,’ I reply, trying to catch my breath.

He reaches for my hair, wraps it around his fist, tugs it, and asks, ‘Who do you submit to?’

‘You, Sir.’

‘Whose cock do you suck?’

‘Yours, Sir!’

‘Whose cock do you clench with your pussy?’

‘Yours, Sir!’ I scream. He slaps my ass and thrusts faster. ‘Thank y—’ My body explodes with new sensations, my eyes roll, and all I see are stars.

‘Fuck, pet!’ he cries out. He pumps his hot fluid inside me, slapping my ass a few more times while convulsing.

When he stills, I’m still trembling. He unlatches the cuffs, rolls on his back, and tugs me against him. He reaches for the vibrator and tosses it across the room.

Exhausted, I wait for my heart to slow, processing everything that’s happened, realizing I said his name a few times, breaking rule two. I force myself to deal with a new fear that the cruel Riggs might be back.

But he’s not.

He slides his hand on my cheek and kisses me. It’s tender and sweet. I return his affection until he breaks our kiss and holds my face a few inches from his. He murmurs, ‘Who do you want to go home with, pet?’

‘You, Sir.’

His expression remains hard. I worry I said something wrong when he questions, ‘When?’

I don’t hesitate. ‘Now.’

He nods and kisses me again. He rises, goes over to a closet, and removes a robe. He brings it to the bed and helps me get it on. He ties the belt and then puts on his pants and shirt. He drapes his sport coat over his arm, then guides me down a dark hall and into an alley.

His driver sits in the SUV. He sees us and opens his door, but Riggs makes a hand motion. He shuts the door and turns on the engine.

Riggs opens the back door. I slide into the backseat, and he follows. We don’t speak on the way home. Riggs keeps his arm around me and murmurs, ‘Go to sleep if you’re tired.’

I cling to him, but too many thoughts are going through my head. I stay awake until we get home. Riggs leads me to the shower, and we take one together, but it’s not a long one. He dries me off and puts ointment on my ass cheeks, stating, ‘It’ll help prevent bruising.’

I had forgotten about the flogging. I stay quiet as he rubs the cream on my tender skin.

He leads me out of the bathroom and, for the first time in ten days, motions for me to get into his bed.

I slide under the covers, then curl into his back. I kiss his shoulder, wrap my arm around him, and he covers it with his forearm, stroking my hand with his index finger.

I yawn, then ask in a whisper, ‘Did I pass?’

He picks up my hand and kisses it, replying, ‘Yeah, pet. You passed.’

‘So no more rule fourteen?’

He confirms, ‘No more rule fourteen. You’re stuck with me now.’

I tighten my arm around him and fall asleep, smiling. Even through my admission, I’m still here. And Riggs is mine, even if I’m on borrowed time.

When I wake up the next morning, it’s almost ten. Riggs has already surfed, showered, and eaten. He’s at the table, working on his laptop.

I sneak behind him and put my arms around his chest. ‘Morning,’ I chirp and go to kiss him.

He turns his head, moves my arms off him, and slides his chair out. He shuts his laptop and gives me a hardened stare, stating, ‘Make sure you eat breakfast. I’ll be back later.’

My chest tightens. I blurt out, ‘So we’re back to normal, I see.’

He clenches his jaw, leers down at me, and declares, ‘That’s right. I’m in charge. Don’t forget it, pet.’ He grabs his laptop, puts it in his bag, and leaves, never looking back.

I don’t know why I expected anything different from him. I know he’s like Jekyll and Hyde.

I finally conclude that he’s always going to be like this. No matter what I do, he’ll always revert to his need for control.

He’s got some sort of deep-seated issues. There’s nothing I can do to change him.

So why does it still hurt so much?