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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Arousing her this way, in her position over my knee—degrading, but also cared for—represented the most effective way to awaken her fully. If the girl were to find pleasure in her owner’s bed, I had to coax her submissive sexuality to the surface, where it could flourish under Monsieur’s command. Every stroke of my fingers not only soothed the sting of her punishment but also banked the smoldering embers of her arousal.

“You’re doing well, Sophia,” I murmured, my voice low and controlled. “Feel the heat, embrace it.”

The danger in this moment was palpable. Every fiber of my being cried out against the helpless attraction I felt for her. My cock throbbed persistently against my thigh, a steely hardness that threatened to betray my carefully maintained façade. I tightened my grip on her leash, forcing myself to remember that falling for her would complicate everything—jeopardize my mission and potentially cost countless lives.

I forced my thoughts back to the task at hand. As much as I wanted to lose myself in the sensation of Sophia’s soft curves beneath my touch, I had to remain vigilant, maintain control.

Remember your training, I told myself, hearing in my head how I had echoed the words of pater Robert Bennett from our final briefing before I went into the field. The memory of that day came rushing back, unbidden—a stark reminder of the stakes involved.

“Marcus,” Bennett said, his eyes hard and unyielding, “you need to be prepared for deep cover. Two years, at least. Dead drops every six months. Minimal contact with HQ. Your position with Delacroix is paramount. When the time comes, you must be ready to step in and foil the Groupe Synergistique’s plans, whatever they are.”

I nodded. My pater continued, lowering his chin and his voice at once as he imparted startling new information I hadn’t previously received.

“Latest intelligence says they’re going to try to take over the entire Western European power grid.”

My eyebrows shot up, but, “Understood, Pater,” I replied like a loyal miles, my mind already whirring with the complexities of the mission ahead.

“Prioritize your position,” Bennett reiterated. “Everything else is secondary. I hardly need to add, do not let personal feelings cloud your judgment. Remember your training.”

As I caressed Sophia’s tender flesh, my pater’s words sounded even more ominous in my mind than they had at the time, a stark reminder of the razor’s edge upon which I balanced. The heat radiating from the girl’s gorgeous little bottom felt like a siren’s call, luring me towards dangerous waters. I had to stay focused, maintain my resolve.

Yet, I had to make sure I trained this fucking piece properly, as much as it might cost me. Both my mission and Sophia’s life, potentially, depended on it. Delacroix had had previous concubines killed, I knew, for resisting his commands. More frequently, he had had them whipped so hard and long that they ended up traumatized.

“Spread your legs wider,” I instructed, relaxing my right leg’s hold over the backs of Sophia’s knees, my tone leaving no room for hesitation. “Show me you can obey.”

Sophia complied with a desperate little sob, her movements tentative yet undeniably aroused—and arousing, as I saw her lovely little pussy peep out from between her thighs, the lips clearly engorged with her need. The slickness between her thighs was unmistakable, a testament to the potent mix of pain, embarrassment, and desire swirling within her. As she positioned herself, I felt the pull of her allure stronger than ever, threatening to consume my every thought.

Stay focused, I reminded myself again. Your mission is too important.

“You look ready to masturbate, slut,” I said, keeping my voice neutral and even cold. “Are you ready?”

Sophia let out an adorable little whine, and then she whispered, “Yes, sir.”

I let go of her delicate wrist and put my left hand, with the leash’s handle still in it, beneath her chest. I took a frank, firm hold of her delicious little right breast. My right hand seized her pussy and bottom with a commanding, possessive grip. Sophia cried out, her body tensing hard against me as I raised her from my knee.

Her gorgeous nakedness was again laid bare before me as she stood, each curve of her meticulously sculpted body a testament to the purchasing power of a magnate at the secret auction. The collar around her neck, stark against her pale skin, served as a breathtaking reminder of her purpose as Delacroix’ innocent new fucking piece.

I stood myself and used the leash to guide Sophia slowly back to the chair, making sure every little step was deliberate and measured. The sight of her so vulnerable, so exquisitely formed, made my cock jump against my thigh, straining against the fabric of my trousers. Her auburn hair fell in disheveled waves around her face, her green eyes wide and filled with a mix of emotions that I could read as clearly as if they were my own.


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