Sold at Auction – Bound for Service Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
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He leaned closer, and I felt his fingers brush against my exposed skin, sending shivers of both fear and arousal rippling through me. His touch traced along my collarbone, down the valley between my breasts. He moved the gentle pressure around the curve of my waist, tracing the edge of the belt that helped secure the humiliating training plug in my anus.

He ran his fingertips over my bottom cheeks, finding the raised places where his enormous hand had left the marks of discipline. He pressed softly on the base of the plug, as if he wanted to remind me, even in my sleep, of how I was being widened for Monsieur’s thrusting hardness.

My body betrayed me, responding to his touch with a heated flush that spread from my cheeks to my pussy. The mission, the danger, and the urgency all seemed to blur under the haze of arousal. His fingers found the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, and I tried to keep my breaths even, though each caress ignited a fire within me.

Marcus’ hands commanded me silently… gently and tenderly, but at the same time also firmly and dominantly. I let out a helpless little moan, doing everything in my power to make it seem like I was just coming out of sleep.

His hand moved more boldly and frankly, down between my thighs, to cup my pussy possessively. I let out a tiny cry and allowed my eyelids to flutter open, feigning confusion and surprise.

“Marcus? What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of genuine fear and the act I put on for him.

“Lie still,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument. “You need to learn to respond properly to a man’s touch whenever he chooses to dominate you. Raise this knee.”

“Please, Marcus… I don’t understand,” I lied as I felt him enforce the command with his hand, attempting to sound innocent and frightened.

“Don’t resist, Sophia,” he said, his fingers now parting my labia. “This is for your training.”

His skilled hands began to move with more purpose, stroking, teasing, and coaxing reactions from my body that I couldn’t control. I rode his hand with little thrusts of my hips, desperate to come. Each touch seemed to pull me deeper into a vortex of pleasure and submission. My thoughts of the mission grew hazy, my resolve weakening with every passing second.

“Marcus…” I moaned softly, unable to suppress the sounds escaping my lips. His touch was relentless, each stroke bringing me closer to the edge.

“Good little slut,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Feel how your body responds.”

“Yes… oh, God,” I gasped, my hips arching even harder towards his hand. The need inside me was becoming unbearable, a desperate ache that clouded my mind.

“Remember, Sophia, you belong to your master now,” he said, his fingers moving faster, more insistently. “Your cunt is for his enjoyment.”

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered, my body trembling with the intensity of my arousal.

The mission felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the primal need consuming me.

“Please… please… I need to have you inside me, sir,” I begged, my voice shaking with desperation as the utterly unplanned, unforeseen words came from my lips. “Please… may I suck your big, beautiful cock?”

CHAPTER 11

Sophia

I couldn’t believe I’d just said it… that I’d just begged to suck a man’s cock—let alone the rigid penis of the miles undercover with Delacroix, the man whose cover I must not blow—and who must not learn my real identity. The words hung in the air between us, tangible in their audacity.

My heart pounded as Marcus continued to stroke the slick folds of my achingly virgin pussy. His fingers were unyielding, deliberate. The friction stoked the desperate fire within me, each touch fanning the flames of the dark need that despite Malleus’ training still frightened and shamed me.

“Have you sucked a man’s cock before?” Marcus’ voice broke the silence, calm yet probing.

I turned my face to the side, so I could see him sitting there on the side of my bed, gazing down at me. His eyes bored into mine, seeming to seek out every hidden truth.

I hesitated, caught between the throbbing ache of arousal and the shame that threatened to overwhelm me. “Yes,” I whispered, clinging to the backstory Malleus had drilled into me. “The concubine broker who kidnapped me… he trained me with a dildo.”

Marcus’ eyebrows rose, his curiosity obviously sparked. His hand never faltered in its rhythmic torment. “Did you find the training difficult?”

Images flooded my mind—Malleus thrusting the girl trainer in and out of my mouth, his gaze cold and calculating. My cheeks burned crimson, the memory as vivid as the present humiliation. “Terribly embarrassing,” I admitted in a whisper, my voice barely audible over the rush of my own pulse.

“Was it arousing, too?” His questions cut through my shame, leaving me feeling raw and exposed.



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