Auctioned By The Ceo
Chapter 10

His voice dropped even lower as he said that, and she held her breath when he started to tug at the zipper, which held the top part of her dress together. Cool air greeted her overheated skin with each agonizingly slow pull. The clasp for the strap across her back was next, followed by her bra closure, exposing her back entirely to his gaze. Logan sucked in a harsh breath, and she could almost feel the weigh and heat of his stare caressing her body like a physical touch. Then his large hands were on her skin, following the curve of her spine, applying just the right amount of pressure to relax her muscles. She jumped when he swatted her butt a few more times in quick succession, until her ass felt like it was on fire. Hannah tightened her grasp on the headboard, grateful for something to hold onto, because far from the humiliating experience this should be, something entirely different was happening to her.

"I expect an answer when I ask you something, little girl."

Logan slid her dress up until it was bunched around her hips, and pulled her knickers down.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you want me to say to that. I ... oh...

damn."

Hannah's words came out in gasps, because he'd grasped large handfuls of her butt cheeks, and squeezed. The resulting zing of pain shot straight to her pussy, and she bit her lips to stop herself from moaning in delight.

More of her arousal coated her labia, permeating the air with the scent of her need, which should have been mortally embarrassing.

His harsh inhale and the gentle, yet insistent way he ran his fingers through her pussy lips and murmured his approval left no room for doubt, however.

"Never mind, my sweet Hannah, your body tells me all I need to know. Here, taste how wet you are for me."

A tug to her hair brought her head up, and before she could even grasp his intentions he'd pushed two of his fingers, slick with her arousal, into her mouth.

She should have been shocked at his actions. It should have felt strange to taste herself, but the opposite was true. It was the hottest thing yet, made doubly so, by the heat in his gaze. She wrapped her tongue around his digits, and sucked. His cock jerked against her hip, a hard ridge, which told its own story.

Surely, any minute now, he'd flip her over and bury that thick shaft inside of her. Her internal muscles clenched in anticipation of his taking her. Would he be gentle or fierce? Not that it would matter either way. She was so ready for him, he would slide right in and she might well come on the spot. The ache between her legs intensified at the thought of his penetration, and she squeezed her thighs together.

The slap to her butt hurt-really fucking hurt. She'd have bitten down on his fingers, had he not pulled them out of her mouth, so she glared at him instead.

"What the hell was that for?"

Another two, just as hard swats left her behind on fire, and took her breath away, because he straddled her legs again and ran his large hands all over her butt.

Oh, that felt way too good. A kiss between her shoulder blades and his soft laughter traveled over her skin, as he continued to kiss his way south, while massaging the fiery globes in his hands. Waves of heat, of desire, radiated out from her ass to every one of her erogenous zones. Logan abandoned her backside after delivering one more spank right where her butt met her thighs. Hannah screeched in surprise when he flipped her over, pushed her knees up to her chest, and then buried himself between her thighs.

"There'll be no getting off without my say-so, little dove, that's why." He growled the words into her sensitive flesh. The first lick of his tongue stopped any protests she might have had, because he didn't stop there. With the same unerring precision and knowledge of her hotspots that he'd already demonstrated, Logan went to work. He suckl

ed, and licked, nipped, bit and swiped his way along and into her pussy with breathtaking finesse. Her hips jerked upwards without any conscious effort on her part, as she instinctively sought to increase the friction he created between her thighs, and she fisted her hands in his hair to anchor him to her, as her orgasm hovered just out of her reach. A little bit more, just...

"Please, don't sto-"

Her plea tuned into a yelp when Logan bit down on the inside of her thigh. The zing of pain should have cooled her ardor, but the opposite was true. Her clit contracted, and she panted her need to come. So, damn close, if only. Lord knew what he was doing to her, but instead of pushing her over that delicious edge, Logan withdrew. He untangled her fingers from his hair, and yanked her arms back above her head while he crawled up her body, pinning her back onto the mattress. Hannah couldn't move, could barely breathe under his weight. With her legs either side of his hips, his large cock pressed against her mound. So close, yet nowhere near enough where she wanted him to be.

"Did I tell not tell you to leave your hands up here?" He growled the words, while flexing his hips, and the tip of his erection slid through her wet folds. They both groaned at the contact, and yet more of her arousal left her channel.

"So fucking wet. Tell me how much you want my cock, little Hannah." He flexed again, and Hannah screwed her eyes shut, pushed her feet into the bed, and lifted her hips. Wet as she was that move meant he slid right into her waiting body. She gasped as her muscles tightened around his shaft, struggling to accept him, truth to told, even as the first quivers of her impending release rippled through her.

"Fuck, don't move. I have to fuck." Logan's hoarse words sounded ripped from him, as he pulled in a harsh breath.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐