Auctioned By The Ceo

“Are you laughing at me, girl?" He pulled her back down his length, locked his knees, and started to thrust in earnest. Laughter turned to moans, and Logan lost the ability to do anything but feel, as Hannah went over that edge before him. The rhythmic ripples along his shaft sent him, too, into the abyss of pleasure. With his head buried in her neck, he thrust in deep and stayed there, roaring out his pleasure, as his dick twitched inside the tight clasp of his wife's body. Legs like jelly, they gave way, and he allowed them both to slide down the floor, until they ended up in an undignified heap of limbs and wet clothing on the stone floor. How long they stayed there, he would never know, but eventually the cold creeping into his butt and the shivers wracking his bride got through to his mush for brains that impromptu fuck fest ha left him in. His softened cock slid from her silky embrace. He caught Hannah's moan of denial in the kiss he gave her, until the shivers which appeared to wrack her body brought him to his senses. "Forgive me, you're frozen. Let's get you out of this."

Hannah wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms, but Logan was a man on a mission. He ignored her protests, and having pulled her off the floor, picked her up again as though she weighed no more than a feather.

He hushed her protests with a shake of the head, and firm admonishment to watch herself, as he started to climb the winding, narrow, wooden staircase.

She clung on tight, ducked when he told her to, and got a fleeting impression of several charming, rustic rooms before they reached the top of the tower. Logan appeared barely out of breath, and she had to marvel at his strength as he set her on her feet inside one of the most delightful bedrooms Hannah had ever seen.

It was dominated by the king size wooden bed in the middle of the room. A rollover old fashioned bath stood in one corner, next to a wooden chest of drawers, on which several fluffy bath towels were piled. She recognized her suitcase in the corner of the room, and her gaze traveled upwards over the myriad of beams that crossed the ceiling. The warm colors of the décor were reflected in the deep red and brown hues of the bedspread and added to the whole, rustic feel of the room.

"Here, wrap this around your shoulders, and I'll run you bath."

Logan flung a towel around her shoulders, and she sank into the fluffy material with a grateful sigh. While it was considerably warmer up here, her wet dress chilled her skin now that the aftereffects of her earlier orgasms had worn off, and she felt bereft without Logan's warm body surrounding her. Much to her dismay he wrapped a towel round his hips, which spoiled her view somewhat, but the byplay of his muscular shoulders and back, as he made short work of running her that bath provided more than enough ogling material. The angel tattoo across his shoulder blades almost appeared to come to life, and Hannah swallowed her sigh.

Theirs might not be a love match, but to be married to this hunk, and to have the right to ogle his physique whenever she chose to, let alone the fantastic sex were more than enough compensation. Logan smirked when he caught her checking him out, and gently tugged the towel out of her grasp.

"Let's see how this works, ah, turn around for me, sweetheart."

His warm hands on her damp skin left shivers of awareness in their wake, as he slowly and carefully peeled her out of her dress. The sodden material fell to the floor, and Logan pulled in a sharp breath when she stood in front of him in nothing but her corset and stockings.

She suppressed a giggle when he muttered something that sounded suspiciously like a plea for divine strength. Her amusement fled the building, however, when he pulled her close and she felt the hard evidence of his arousal against her back. She grew wet for him all over again, and groaning, Logan ran his hand through her pussy lips.

"Such a fucking turn-on, but I promised to warm you up, so the bath it is."

"Spoilsport, there

are other ways, and we have this lovely big bed right here." She panted her reply, because he'd turned her again to face him, and the way he was tenting that towel while his dark-eyed gaze devoured her made her tingle all over.

She took a step back until her legs hit the side of the bed, and she fell backward. His gaze immediately zeroed in between her legs, and she deliberately opened them wide.

"Fuck, yes, open them wider. Let me see that sweet cunt."

Logan's dirty words pitched her need for him higher still, and the most sinful smile spread across his face when she complied.

"Beautiful. Put your heels on the bed, hold onto your ankles and let your knees fall open. Can you do that for me?"

His voice changed, took on that deep, dark delicious edge, which she simply couldn't resist. As awkward as this position felt, it was also hugely exciting.

"That's my very good girl. If you could see how wet you are for me. Your little hole is clenching as I speak, and you're lovely and pink, so eager for my cock, aren't you?" "Yes, please fuck me again."

Lord only knew where those words came from. Hannah had never been one for dirty talk in sex, but with this man staring down at her it simply felt natural to give into her darker fantasies. "I have real problems hotding this though. Perhaps you ought to tie me up to help me, Sir?"

Logan's sharp intake of breath told her he approved, as did the dangerous glitter in his dark eyes.

"Don't call me that in the bedroom unless you're ready to give up total control to me, little dove."

"Please, Sir." She put extra emphasis on that title, and when he smiled and nodded she released the breath she hadn't been aware of holding.

"Very well then. If you need out of the ropes, or anything hurts, say red. Got that?"

"Yes, Sir." How she managed to get that response out past the lump of excitement lodged in her throat she would never know.

Oh my God, he gave me a safeword and everything.

"Good girl. I'll be right back. Don't move now."

She heard the smirk in his voice, then the sound of a zipper being opened, and in the next instant he was back with her. Her breath hitched, and she couldn't help shiver of need when she showed her the red rope. He hovered the end of

it over her belly, and she sucked in a breath at the tickling sensation.

"Ticklish, are we, little one? Ropes can be used for all sorts of things, sensation play being one of them, but tonight I'll just tie you up as per your request. Close your eyes for me. This will be so much better if

you do."

He slid the rope through the folds of her pussy, and Hannah's eyes fluttered shut without any conscious effort on her part. God, that felt way too good.

"Good girl, I'm gonna tie you up now. Remember to call red if you have to."

The first tug of the hemp against her

skin made her head come up, and her eyes fly open. Seeing his dark head bent between her legs, his warm, even exhales ghosting across the exposed skin of her inner thigh, was a visual stimulus all on its own. Logan clearly knew what he was doing, as he ran his fingers under the rope to ensure it wasn't too tight, and he checked the knots as he went. He looked up as though he sensed her watching him, and smiled.

"Do I have to blindfold you, little dove?"

Hannah hastily shook her head and screwed her eyes shut.

"Much better, girl. Now just relax and let yourself feel the moment."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐