Auctioned

13

The couple's passion ignited just over a week ago was rekindled instantly.  The fire burned hotter as they both sought out the other's flesh. 

Alex pulled at the ribbon adorning her nightdress until it tore from the neckline.  "Fuck it," he murmured as he ripped the remaining linen from her body.

"Alex, my..."

"I'll buy you a new one," he said as he shucked off his coat and shirt.  Penelope stood back and watched as his arms flexed out of his attire.  It was something she could never tire of seeing.

She didn't even think about the fact that she was completely naked in front of this up tumultuous man.  A man who so callously took her virginity and repeatedly stole her senses in a matter of two days.

"Alex, please," she whimpered as he seemed determined to make her suffer with slow movements and fiery looks.

"You know I love it when you beg me, Nell," he said as he stepped closer to her with his hand on his covered cock.  He tipped her head back with his other hand at the nape of her neck and nipped at her lip.  "Beg me for my cock."

"Alex..."

"No.  Try again."

"Pl-please."

"Nell, do as I say," he said closer to her ear gripping her nape a little harder.   He sounded entirely annoyed by his repeated requests.

"Pl-please, I need you--your co-cock," Penelope stammered.  She had forgotten how this felt.  She had forgotten his demands.  But she hadn't forgotten how they made her feel.  "Sir."

"Good girl," he said with another nip on her lip.  Alex began to unfasten his pants, and pull out his enormous cock.  "Do you recall our first night together?  How you worshipped my cock like a little slut?"

His coarse words made Penelope's mouth dry.  Her eyes became transfixed on the thick organ before her as he started to strangle it in his harsh grip.  Nodding was all she could do to respond.

"Lay on the bed, Nell.  On your back.  Head over the side.  Now," Alex ordered as Penelope met his gaze.  "Now," he repeated.

She lay on the bed in the requested position. Alex had never asked her to do this before tonight. Whatever he desired to do would be a surprise.

He strode forward so that all that she could see was a heavy cock and set of full balls in front of her - but upside down. He rubbed the head on her lips, dispersing the precum over her lips.

"You look stunning covered in me," he murmured. "I'd like to see your entire body covered in my seed, all over those spectacular tits. Marking you as mine, Nell. Do you desire that?"

She hummed against the crown of his cock as her tongue escaped the confines of her mouth, orbiting the head.

"I knew you would. Open wide," he placed his hand on her sternum as she opened. His cock entered her warm, hungry mouth. As he pushed forward his hand skated down her middle until it reached her core.

"So wet for this cock," he moaned as his middle finger teased her open pussy. "My fucking pussy. No one else's, right, Nell? Not Mr. Wexler's or any of those fops, you dance with...mine. It's wet for me. I own you, Nell."

With a mouth full of thick cock, she couldn't confirm or deny. And as he began to fuck her mouth, she knew he was right.

"Take it, baby. Take it all...fuck," he cursed as she opened up her throat for him. He pulled back and pushed forward until he was cumming down the back of her throat, causing her to sputter.

After cumming and removing his cock, he leaned forward until his face was between her thighs. He licked her from upside down, cursing and lapping up more and more as she writhed beneath him.

"Tastes so fucking good, baby" he said as he finished her up, allowing her to cum in pulsing waves under his tongue and mouth.

Shortly after their orgasms, they were laying in the bed together, catching their breaths. "I should go..." she started, sitting up on the bed.

"Nelly, don't leave," he whispered.

"Alex, I can't stay the night. And we can't...do more..." she moved her legs to the side of the bed.

"Why the hell not?" he asked, turning on his side. "We want each other. We've done this before..."

"Because I can't risk pregnancy again..."

He sat up on the bed and grabbed her arm. She looked into his eyes. "Why?"

"You know why...don't be a fool, Alex. I will not be a laughing stock mistress with a baby in tow. I'm leaving for America in a few weeks."

"You aren't fleeing, Nell," his hand squeezing her arm tighter.

"Let me go, Alex," she whispered.

"Nell," he growled. "I don't believe you comprehend the fact that you are mine."

"So you have said," she sighed with a head shake. "I'm plain and dull - I'll never keep you interested, no matter my role in your lascivious life. The man I need in my life would never find me boring and would never call me plain."

"I've never done that..."

"You have, but it matters not...."

"You wouldn't bore me, Nell. I enjoy our repartee and bed sport. And-and I need a bride..."

"I know you do...and Jasmine is perfect. She seems to understand your need for mistresses and she is kind to them... Which I could never do as your wife..."

"You aren't my mistress. And she is kind to you..."

"Likely to keep you away from her vagina, you..."

"Nell! Don't interrupt me all the fucking time!" he scolded, letting her go.

She stood from the bed and crossed her arms, facing him. "Fuck you, Alex. I enjoy your cock and mouth, but the rest of you is worthless!"

She almost ran for the connecting door and locked it once inside her room. She knew cutting her losses with him was for the best. Making him despise her made the most sense.

***

The next day Penelope tried to stay away from the party guests and read in the library. But Minerva always had a way of finding her.

"He kissed me last night!" Minerva squealed when she sat down beside Penelope.

"Who?"

"The footman!"

"What? Really? Was it any good?"

"Good? He was divine! The passion was indescribable. I'm hooked, Penny!"

Penelope knew that feeling all too well. It was like being in an opium den, needing the next taste of the addictive drug. "Be careful, Min. That's all I can..."

"Oh? Like you, you bawdy slut!" she laughed as Penelope's jaw dropped. "I'm kidding and I will be careful. It's not like I can marry a servant." She sighed in resignation.

"Or come with me to America and bring the footman," Penelope offered in jest.

"Oh, if I only could," Minerva lamented, picking at her skirts. "So tell me, you and Cambridge..."

"There is nothing to say..."

"He is being a right prig today. He is already far in his cups and toying with any debutant that crosses his path. A complete wastrel."

"Seriously? It is barely afternoon. Bored noblemen are a pathetic lot," Penelope said, shaking her head.

"Steer clear of them, is what I say!"

"I ended things completely last night. I think steering clear shall be easy," Penelope lied.