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

weight 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

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“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.