The Winning Bid: The Auction Series, Book 1

by Windsor, Michelle

  Hannah couldn’t help herself—she moaned loudly and pushed back to meet him thrust for thrust. The hand at her shoulder tightened, and the other moved to her waist as Drew surged into her harder and deeper. She was so close. She could feel the build of her orgasm as she grasped tighter onto the bedpost.

  “You may not come, Scarlett,” Drew said between clenched teeth as he continued to slam into her.

  “Oh god, Drew, please. I don’t think I can stop. Please,” she begged.

  Drew let go of his grip on her waist and smacked her ass again, this time harder. “No! You may not come!”

  She shrieked from the smack and then held her breath and tried to think of anything else but the build of her impending climax. Drew grasped both his hands on her waist now and thrust three more times, hard and deep, before groaning in relief. His hot seed coated her insides with his final push. He held onto her tightly for a moment, his cock jerking slightly at the last of his release, before slowly sliding out of her.

  Hannah moaned in frustration as he stepped away, leaving her feeling empty and cool all at once, but without an ounce of relief. Her pussy was hot and wet and pulsing. Not to mention her tingling ass where Drew had smacked her. He’s going to leave me feeling like this? Goddamn bastard.

  Drew pulled her into an upright position, turning her in his arms. He nuzzled the nape of her neck and whispered, “Thank you for that. It was amazing.” Then he trailed the softest kisses up her neck until he reached her mouth, kissing her deeply. She was surprised by his sudden tenderness and felt herself soften and mold into him and his kiss. How could he go from one extreme to another so quickly?

  He pulled back and pushed the hair away from her face, looking down at her. “Do you need anything? Some water?”

  She raised her eyebrows in disbelief and laughed. “Seriously? I think I’ve had enough water for now.”

  Drew laughed and pulled her back into his embrace. “Ah yes. I guess so.”

  He hugged her quickly and then, taking her hand, led her to the adjoining bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up then, shall we? Do you prefer a bath or a shower?”

  “That depends . . . Are you joining me?” she asked coyly.

  Drew smiled. “You know what? I think I will join you.”

  “Then I prefer a bath.” Hannah smiled shyly.

  Drew bent down and kissed the tip of her nose. “Your wish is my command. Why don’t you go find us something to change into after our bath while I start the water?”

  “Okay. Do you have something specific you’d like me to wear, Sir?” Hannah fluttered her lashes and looked up at him with her most innocent and demure look, hoping to draw another laugh from him.

  He took the bait and grinned. “Oh, I see you’re finally getting the hang of this. I suppose I’ll have to keep that last fuck in mind in case you forget.”

  She blushed, but smiled and responded, “I won’t forget again, Sir. I promise.”

  Drew leaned over the very deep, very large oval tub and started running the water to fill it. “I’d prefer you to sleep naked so I can feel you against me whenever I want.” Drew raked his gaze down her still-naked body, causing her to blush again at his brazenness.

  Feeling emboldened by Drew’s approval of her body, Hannah replied in a quiet voice, “I can do naked. If it means being up against you again.”

  She thought she saw a spark of desire in Drew’s eyes before he turned and started walking back toward the bedroom. “I’ll go get us something to drink while the water is running. There are usually several types of bath salts and bubbles under the sink if you’d like to pick something out and add it to the tub.”

  “Okay, thank you, Sir.”

  She used the toilet and cleaned herself up a bit. It was strange to think of having sex with a relative stranger and not having to discuss protection. When she’d become an employee of the club, her blood had been tested for sexually transmitted diseases. She’d also had to agree to birth control and regular testing to confirm she stayed clean.

  She found a bottle of ginger-scented bubble bath and added it to the running water. Once the tub was about half full, she decided to climb in and wait for Drew to return. Before stepping in, she wound her long hair up into a bun and knotted it at the top of her head. The tub was so deep that it had an actual step around half the inside perimeter to use.

  She slowly lowered herself into the hot, bubbly water. The heat felt so good against her skin, a stark contrast from the ice-water shower she’d just endured, causing her to sigh in pleasure. When the hot water hit her core, it stung a moment from the aggressive fucking she’d just received, but after a moment in the water, she felt nothing but soothed. Hannah scooted herself up against the far side of the tub wall, leaned back and let herself relax.

  Still naked, Drew walked in a moment later, carrying two glasses of white wine, and set them on the ledge of the tub. She couldn’t help but admire him, her eyes taking in his entire body.

  “I thought this might be refreshing in the tub. How’s the water?”

  Hannah reached across the tub to take a glass of the wine. “It’s divine. Are you coming in?”

  Instead of answering, Drew stepped into the tub, grabbed the other glass and sat down in the water across from her. His legs were long and instead of moving them to the side, he entwined them with hers.

  “What scent did you choose for the bubbles? I love it.”

  “It’s ginger. I was so happy when I saw it. It’s one of my absolute favorite scents. I’m glad you like it as well.”

  Drew nodded. “I do.”

  There was silence between them then, but Drew didn’t take his eyes off of her. “You’re quite beautiful, Scarlett.”

  Hannah blushed at the compliment. “Thank you. You’re quite beautiful too. But I’m sure you’re aware of that already.”

  Drew smiled. “Yes, well, I suppose I’ve been called handsome. Tall, dark and mysterious. Rich always helps, of course.” He looked down into the water and then back up at her. “But I don’t think I’ve been called beautiful.”

  She took another sip of her wine and frowned slightly. “Well, I think you’re beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen or been with a man as beautiful as you. I really don’t think I want you to put your clothes back on this weekend.”

  Drew threw his head back and laughed. “Well, you’re in luck, because I don’t think I want you to put your clothes back on all weekend either.”

  She smiled broadly, raising her eyebrows in a teasing fashion. “Then I guess I don’t have to ask what we’ll be doing for the rest of the weekend.”

  He smiled back. “Tell me more about yourself. Are you a brand new submissive or just new to Baton Timide?”

  She looked down into the water before answering. She had been warned by Domme Maria to only expose what she really needed to about herself and to try and not get overly personal with the Doms. Hannah didn’t want to cross that line of course, but she also knew they needed some personal engagement between each other. She just wanted to make sure it wasn’t too much.

  “This is my first time. At Baton Timide or anywhere. Is it that obvious?” she asked nervously.

  “No. Well, maybe a little.” He sipped his wine, slowly brushing his legs up and down hers, and shrugged. “We’ve only just started out, but it seemed like you were a bit nervous up on the stage at the auction, so I assumed you were new, and then of course Domme Maria confirmed you were at least new to the club.”

  Hannah looked down at the water as she answered timidly, “Yes, I was definitely nervous. Then excited, and then nervous again when I wondered who had bid on me.”

  She glanced up at him then, meeting his eyes before continuing, “And then excited again when I discovered it was you.”

  He put his wineglass down on the edge of the tub and sat upright. “Come here, come closer to me. Let me wash your back.”

  She untangled her legs from his and scooted closer. He took her wineglass and put it on the edg
e of the tub next to his. He grabbed a washcloth, squirted some body wash on it and started to rub slow, small circles over her back. She sighed, her body relaxing totally. When her entire back had been washed and rinsed, he pulled her between his legs, her back now resting against his chest.

  She wiggled for a moment and then stopped. “Your chest hair feels ticklish against my back.”

  “I’d offer to shave it for you, but seeing how we’re only spending the weekend together . . .”

  “No, don’t shave it. I like it. It’s sexy when it peeks through your shirt.”

  Drew smiled at her admission and began to wash her front. He started at her neck, continued over her breasts, then down her stomach, ending between her legs. As his fingers brushed lightly over her clit, she gasped, her legs opening wider for him.

  Drew let the washcloth drop into the water, and continued to caress her. Using both hands, he massaged each breast. Hannah moaned and pushed them higher into his hands. Her nipples elongated as he pinched and pulled them. As his cock hardened against her backside, she rocked back into his length. He hissed and snaked one of his hands down her stomach, into the water and over her pussy, finding her sensitive nub. She cried out as her body hitched out of the water from his touch.

  “Do you like that, little one?” Drew whispered in her ear and began licking and sucking down the length of her neck.

  She leaned her head back and to the side to give him better access as she moaned a husky, “Yes.” Her entire body was pulsing with desire, aching to feel his touch on her everywhere and anywhere.

  He whispered in her ear again, “Turn around and sit on me. It’s your turn now.”

  Hannah rose up so quickly that water sloshed over the sides and knocked one of the wine glasses into the tub as she turned around.

  Drew chuckled and held her by the waist as she slowly lowered herself back into the water, over him. “Anxious, are we?”

  She locked her eyes with his, bringing her head down to his, her lips to his, and breathed, “Yes,” before kissing him deeply, tasting the wine on his lips.

  He pulled her in closer with a hand at her nape, thrusting his tongue in her mouth, stealing her breath away. With the other hand, he held his cock and guided it into her as she lowered herself onto him. As she became fully seated, a groan rolled out of her mouth and into his.

  He was big, not just in length but in girth as well, and sitting on him like this filled her differently than when he took her from behind. She felt so full as the throbbing of her pussy clenched around his cock, getting used to its size.

  Drew pulled away from her mouth, kissing a trail to her ear before commanding, “Ride me, Scarlett. It’s all about you now.” And then he continued kissing down her neck, lightly nipping her along the way, fueling her desire even further.

  Hannah’s head fell against his as she began to rock back and forth, sliding his cock in and out, holding onto his shoulders to help her move. Her clit was rubbing along his shaft every time she slid forward, and she didn’t know how long she could last.

  “Drew, I’m going to come,” she breathed out heavily as she continued to ride him, head still against his. She increased her speed, throwing her head back, her long hair falling out of its makeshift bun and grazing the top of her arched ass, water sloshing over the edge of the tub.

  Drew started to move with her, pumping his cock into Scarlett harder, pushing her to go faster. The sight of her on top of him, head thrown back, moaning in pleasure, was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. He fisted her loose hair in his hand and pushed Scarlett down harder on his cock while he thrust up. He felt the moment she came as her pussy tightened around him, surrounding him in warmth. He loosened his grip on her and nuzzled his nose into her hair. She smelled like fresh flowers in the spring.

  “So beautiful.” He sighed, then kissed her lips. She began to rise and lift herself off him, but he pulled her back onto his still-hard cock and held her in his arms. “Stay like this for a minute. I just want to feel you.”

  Scarlett sank back onto him and trailed soft kisses down his neck before resting her head there. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tighter for a moment before relaxing. She lifted her head up off his shoulder and turned her face to his. He met her gaze and then kissed her gently on the mouth. Pulling away, he traced his finger down her cheek and over her lips. She flicked her tongue out and used it to guide his finger into her mouth. Closing her lips around it, she sucked hard, staring down at him between her lashes. Drew sucked in his breath as he rocked his hips, pushing his cock a little deeper inside her.

  He rested his forehead against hers and, in a strained voice, whispered, “What are you trying to do to me, Scarlett?”

  He pulled his finger out of her mouth with a pop and replaced it with his tongue. As the kiss became more heated, a need to possess her further swept through him.

  Drew pulled his lips from hers and grasped the edge of the tub with one hand. “Wrap your legs around me and hold on.”

  Holding on to the edge of the tub, he pushed and stood up, Scarlett wrapped around him tightly. He folded both arms around her after he stepped out of the tub and walked into the shower, turning it on quickly. Freezing-cold water rained down, causing Scarlett to gasp and clutch him tighter. Drew wasted no time pushing her up against the shower wall and driving into her with need.

  Scarlett’s arms cinched more tightly around him as she met him thrust for thrust. Moans of pleasure escaped her mouth each time he drove his cock into her, making him even harder. He braced one hand up against the shower wall so he could push even deeper into her.

  She clung to him and panted out between thrusts, “Drew, I’m going to come again.”

  Hearing his name come moaning from her lips caused his balls to tighten and his own release to reach its peak. “Then come, let me feel you again.”

  With Scarlett clutching his shoulders and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he thrust his hips into her hard, hand still braced on the wall. Her muscles began to tighten around him in orgasm. He lowered his head to her shoulder and bit hard as they both yelled out their release.

  He slowly lowered Scarlett’s legs to the floor but continued to hold her close. He bent over her and, bringing his lips to hers, kissed her lightly. He traced his nose softly across her cheek and whispered into her ear, “You are amazing.” Her cheeks rose in a smile before she kissed him back warmly.

  They slowly pulled apart as he turned to adjust the water to a warmer temperature. Without saying a word, he took a washcloth and, applying soap, carefully washed and rinsed her off before doing the same to himself. He shut the water off, stepped out, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her tenderly.

  Scarlett looked at herself in the mirror, running her fingers over the bite mark he had left on her shoulder. Her eyes met his in the mirror questioningly. “You bit me?”

  He’d forgotten he’d even done that. It wasn’t something he ever remembered doing before, but with her, when he came, something had possessed him. A need to mark her as his. He wasn’t even sure how to explain it.

  He stepped closer and grazed his fingers lightly over the bite mark. “I’m sorry. Does it hurt?”

  She shook her head in response. “Not really. I was just surprised.”

  Little did she know that he was too. He pulled some antiseptic ointment out of one of the drawers. “Let me put some of this on it. It will help quicken the healing.”

  He didn’t want to apologize again, because deep down, as hard as it was for him to admit it, he liked seeing his mark on her. Jesus, am I turning into some kind of animal? After applying the ointment, he kissed the top of her head and turned her toward the bedroom.

  “Go ahead and climb into bed. I’ll just clean up a bit in here and join you.”

  “We’ll sleep in the same bed then?”

  In her training, Scarlett had probably been made aware that Doms generally didn’t sleep in the same bed as their submissives. And no
rmally, that was the case with him as well. But since he’d first seen her on that stage this evening, he’d felt an inexplicable urge to be near her.

  “Yes, I’d like that, if you would?” He looked questioningly at her.

  “Yes, I’d like that too.” She reached up on her tiptoes and kissed him before walking away.

  He watched as she left the bathroom, still wrapped in her towel, hair loose and damp down her back. Then he rinsed the tub and gathered the wineglasses. As he entered the bedroom, his heart stopped at the sight before him: Scarlett, eyes closed, her long, golden hair spread out around her face on the pillow, her cheeks flushed, and her lips pink and soft as she slept.

  She took his breath away. He had only spent a few hours with her, and already it felt like more. It wasn’t just that she was beautiful. He’d been with many beautiful girls, and they had all been eager to please him. Perhaps it was her innocence? He wasn’t sure. He continued to stare down at her while contemplating. Was there such a thing as love at first sight? He shook his head at the absurdity of his own thoughts. He definitely didn’t live in a land of fairy tales, but he couldn’t deny the possessive feelings he was having.

  He put the wineglasses down on the bedside table, turned out the lights, climbed in beside her and pulled her into his arms. She muttered something unintelligible in her sleep and then settled down. She was like a newborn kitten cuddled up against him. He listened to the soft, steady cadence of her breathing, and felt the satin of her skin against his, and soon was sound asleep as well.

  Chapter Four

  Drew woke around six and was surprised to find himself wrapped around Scarlett. It was an intimacy he hadn’t experienced since his divorce four years ago. Waking up in bed with his wife and spending mornings with her had been one of the happier parts of his marriage. Until the day he’d come home early from a business trip to find her in that same bed with another man. She’d blamed it on him, of course. Saying he’d betrayed her first when she realized his business was like a mistress and would always come first. Perhaps she’d been right. Owning and running a billion-dollar hotel chain required much of his time, but she’d known that when she’d married him. He had always invited her to attend all of his business trips with him, but after only a few trips, she’d begun refusing, claiming she had her own schedule to keep.