POKER NIGHT: EXCERPT FROM ‘THE AUCTION’
by Tiffany Reisz
You’re invited to New York City’s hottest dating event: Kingsley Edge’s annual King’s Trust Charity Auction. New on the auction block this year is Daniel, a wealthy widower and Dominant. However, he happens to have his eyes on another first-timer in the club’s auction: Anya, a strikingly beautiful virgin submissive from his native Canada. Now let the bidding begin….
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Daniel could barely breathe from the shock. Eleanor…naked…kneeling on his bed and grinning at him like the last eighteen months had been the setup to a bad joke, and finally, here she was to deliver the punchline.
He slid across the bed and took her into his arms. “You…what are you doing here?” He held her tight to his chest, stroked her hair, her back.
“You sent me a postcard from Tierra del Fuego. The least I could do is stop in and say, ‘Hello.’”
Daniel took her face in his hands. Her eyes shone black as night and her body molded into his.
“Hello.” Then he took ownership of her mouth with a kiss so ferocious he knew her lips would be swollen for a day from it. He didn’t care. If this is how she returned the favor of a single postcard…he wished he’d sent her a thousand of them.
His hands roamed her body, sliding down her back, grasping her bottom, digging deep into her soft skin. The kiss she returned with equal ferocity as she reached between their bodies to open his pants.
“Are you sure?” he asked, afraid of her answer.
“I’m naked on your bed. Did you think I stopped by for a game of Blackjack?”
“The game is Poker.”
Eleanor laughed, and her laughter filled the room, the apartment, the building, the whole city, and even his heart that for so long had sat empty.
Weaving his fingers through her hair, he kissed her again. And again. He couldn’t get enough of her mouth, the taste of her lips, the tease of her tongue against his.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he breathed into her ear and while there, bit her earlobe.
“I heard your laugh on the stairs. I don’t know how, but I knew it was you.”
“King wouldn’t have given you my address.”
Eleanor laughed again, low, throaty, and playfully sinister.
“I beat it out of him.”
“What about—” Søren, he tried to say, but she cut him off.
“Are you going to keep giving me the third degree, sir? Or are you going to beat me and fuck me like your life depended on it?”
Breathing in, he inhaled her scent—lilies, orchids—the subtle essence of every hothouse flower he could name graced her skin. She’d always seemed like a hothouse flower—something beautiful and wild yet thrived best in captivity.
If only he could keep her.
“My life does depend on it.”
“Well, then…” She slid her hands over his bare shoulders and met his eyes. “Maybe we should stop wasting time.”
She pushed his running shorts down and took his hard cock in her hands. Burying his mouth in the crook of her neck, he groaned as the hands he’d dreamed of for a year and a half did everything he remembered they could. With her slim, nimble fingers, she traced the length and width of him, gently caressed the sensitive underside, and cupped his testicles. He groaned with the shameless abandon of a submissive.
“You have to stop, or I’ll come in your hands,” he warned her.
“Oh, no. Not that. Anything but that.” Eleanor pushed him onto his back, and he went willingly. She wrenched his shorts off and threw them against the wall with the flourish of a matador. Then she pushed his legs apart and kissed the inside of his ankle. She kissed the soft indentation right under his quad muscles before dipping her head and biting his inner thigh—hard. Daniel winced. Eleanor only laughed.
Daniel’s head fell back as she wrapped her lips around his cock and caressed it with her tongue. With torturously light licks and kisses, she focused her attention solely on the head. As erotic as it was, he needed more than just pleasure. He craved connection. He reached down and found her hand, twined their fingers together.
Real…she was real and warm and here, and God, she was sucking his cock like she missed him as much as he missed her. He knew he’d be fooling himself to believe that. She’d picked Søren over him, and she would probably do it again. Why she was here now, he didn’t know, and he didn’t care. All he could do was let go and enjoy it.
He let go. With a soft cry and spurt after spurt of come, he filled her mouth. Her throat moved as she swallowed every drop he gave her.
When it was done, Eleanor sat up on her knees and licked her lips. Daniel took her in his arms and pulled her onto him, laying her against his chest.
“I still can’t believe you’re here.”
“I’m here.” She smiled blissfully, a little drunkenly. “For now.”
“Kingsley said if I agreed to be in his stupid auction, he’d let me see you again.”
“You got conned. King doesn’t get to decide who I see and don’t see.”
“But Søren does.”
“If you really believe that, you don’t know me very well.”
Daniel laughed softly. “Here I thought you were the world’s greatest submissive. Turns out, you’re the world’s greatest actress.”
“I really am a terrible submissive. I submit when I want to, not when he wants me to. Which is fine with him. According to him, it’s more fun to punish me when I deserve it.”
“You always deserve it.”
She turned her face up to his, grinned, and Daniel kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. The mix of his salt and her sweetness set his blood to boiling again. Pushing her onto her back, he pinned her wrists to the bed.
“I know you’ll go back to him tonight.” Daniel dipped his head and lightly sucked on each nipple before kissing his way back to the hollow of her throat, “but you’ll take my bruises with you.”
Helpless underneath him, she panted.
“Yes, sir.”
He dragged her from the bed by her wrists and left her standing at the footboard.
“Kneel,” he ordered, and she went down onto her knees.
He drank in the sight of her, of this woman he’d longed for day and night for so long. She knelt at the foot of his bed, her back a blank canvas waiting to be painted with welts. From under the bed, he pulled a large case like the ones Kingsley kept in all his townhouse bedrooms.
“Hands on the top rail.”
Eleanor reached up and grasped the top of the metal footboard.
Daniel stood behind her as he handcuffed her wrists to the railing.
“I have very fond memories of this bed,” he told her as he pushed her hair off her back. “Maggie and I bought it together. She made sure to lay down and test the strength of the footboard and the headboard. The elderly furniture dealer was slightly horrified.”
“I wish I’d known Maggie, sir.”
“You remind me of her in so many ways.” Daniel knelt behind her and kissed the back of her neck and her shoulders. He ran his hand down her side and across her stomach.
Only when he said the words did he realize how true they were. Eleanor’s spirit, her sense of humor, her wild streak that gave him such pleasure to try to tame…so much like Maggie.
“I’ll take that as the compliment I know it is, sir.”
Daniel didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed his lips to the center of her back, kissing the elegant curve of her spine.
He turned his head and bit her, hard, in the center of her back.
She flinched and released a gasp of pain.
“Just marking my target,” he whispered in her ear before standing up and grabbing a stiff riding crop from the case.
He counted in his head a full sixty seconds before striking her the first time. She flinched, and the metal of the handcuffs rattled against the metal of the footboard. Music to his ears.
A welt six inches long and the color of fire burned across her pale skin. He struck her again, then again. A fourth time, then a fifth...At ten, she finally broke and cried out. At twelve, he stopped.
He dropped to his knees behind her and pressed his chest to her burning back.
“Did you enjoy that?” he said into her hair.
“Hurt like hell. I loved it.”
He reached up and unlocked the cuffs. He knew she’d have to leave sooner or later, and he didn’t want to waste a single second with her.
He lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bed. Just to hear that laugh again, he tossed her unceremoniously across the covers. As she was laughing, he grasped her ankles and dragged her hips to the edge of the bed.
No more laughing now.
He went down on his knees for her, spreading her thighs wide and opening her with his fingers. His lips sought her clitoris, and he sucked lightly on it. Her back arched. She pressed harder into his mouth. No woman he’d ever been with tasted quite like her…so sweet and tart at the same time, the scent of her more potent than any drug.
She moaned as he pushed his tongue into her. For the rest of his life, he’d remember the feel of her heels digging into his back and the warmth of her thighs against his face. Still, he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to be inside her.
Daniel stood up and lifted her legs over his shoulders as he pushed into her. He wanted to go slow, to savor every second of her. But he couldn’t hold back. He thrust into her, hard and deep, savoring the sound of her cry of pleasure.
Eleanor stretched her arms out to each side, and her head fell back in a posture of utter surrender. Daniel slid his hand up her body and took her gently by the throat. Her pulse beat hard under his fingers as he thrust into her again and again.
His fingertips found her clitoris and gently teased it. She responded just as he knew she would, as he remembered she would, grasping at the sheets with desperate fingers, hips lifting, her whole body going stiff for a brief eternity before her inner muscles began to spasm, clamping so hard around him they nearly pushed him out of her.
As Eleanor relaxed under him, Daniel only thrust harder, deeper. He held off as long as he could, not wanting to let go of this moment. She was his, if only for now. She was his, if only while she was under him. He wanted to mark her, write “Mine” all over her body. Since he couldn’t, he did the next best thing. He pulled out of her and straddled her hips with his knees. When their eyes locked, he finally came on her stomach.
As the tension slowly drained out of him, Daniel collapsed on top of Eleanor and gathered her to him. He sighed and closed his eyes as she lightly scratched his back. The simple mindless gesture of affection so painfully reminiscent of lovemaking with Maggie nearly did him in. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and tried to imprint this perfect moment into his mind forever.
“Yes,” he said, answering the question she asked an hour ago. “I missed you.”
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