Auctioned By The Ceo

Chapter 32

Hannah pulled a face at first, but he was right. Without her vision, the feel of the rope sliding across her

skin became a sensual dance. By the time he had her hands and wrist securely tied to her ankles, she

was so aroused that the slight air displacement against her pussy made her clit clench in need.

“Ah, my poor little dove is so very needy, but first things first, this corset has to go. I want nothing

between us this time when I fu—make love to you.”

Her eyes flew open at that declaration, and the heat and admiration in his gaze as he looked down on

her made her heart turn into a jackhammer, not least because he held a pocket knife in his hand.

“Relax, I’ve got this here in case I need to cut you loose quickly, and it’s also rather handy for this. Hold

still now.”

He put his hand between her skin and the corset and started to cut away the laces. Every well-placed

slice of the knife pitched her arousal higher, and by the time he cut her free of the corset, she was in

danger of hyperventilating.

Logan smiled, grasped her breasts and pushing them together, lavished attention on them.

“I fucking love these, and at some point over the next week, I’ll fuck them, but for now.”

He sucked both nipples into his mouth until she was a panting, pleading mess, and then worked his

way down her body, delivering little bites, which made her jerk and gasp. Each time he soothed the

sting away with his tongue, and when he finally, mercifully reached her pussy, one swipe of his talented

tongue was all it took for her to explode. Hannah was pretty sure she screamed, while Logan ate her

out as though he was a desperate man deprived of nourishment for too long. He kept up his attentions

until the last of her tremors had abated, and then slowly kissed his way back up her body, before he

kissed her, while he slid in deep inside of her. So very deep.

She could taste herself on him, and as he set up a slow push and retreat rhythm between her legs, she

kissed him back with all the wealth of emotions his slow, languorous lovemaking evoked in her.

This was more than just sex, as he rocked in and out her, and she was powerless to do anything but let

him take the lead. With that loss of power came peace and pleasure. God, so much pleasure, as her

orgasm flared anew.

Logan broke the kiss, grasped her butt cheeks, and tilted her slightly, so that every slow thrust hit that

sweet spot inside of her. She clamped down on him, making him groan, but he would not be hurried.

“Please, I need, God, you’re killing me.”

A dark chuckle was her only response, and he pulled all the way out, leaving her hanging.

“Please, Sir.”

“Hush now, my sweet. We’re doing this my way.” He looked down as he pushed back in with a grunt.

“So good. Seeing your greedy little pussy swallow my cock is such a turn-on. Knowing that you can’t do

anything but take me, and let me set the pace.”

He flicked a glance up her body, and Hannah lost herself in the intensity of his gaze. On and on he

pushed her driving her crazy with the slow coupling, as the pressure built to unbearable levels.

“Please, I need to … please.”

Logan’s face contorted, and she knew the exact moment it became too much for him, too, because he

clenched his jaw, set his thumb on her clit, and growled.

“Then come for me now, baby.” His hips flexed, and she flew over that edge with him as he increased

his speed, stiffened and kept himself buried deep inside of her. Heat bathed her insides, and Hannah

gave herself up to the sheer force of an orgasm that didn’t seem to want to end.

When she finally stopped trembling and gasping for air, she was free of the ropes, and Logan was

slowly removing her stockings. How odd that she had forgotten all about those.

“There you are, my sweet, up you come now. Your bath awaits.” Sure enough, when he helped her off

the bed it was to find the bathtub filled with steaming bubbles. Hannah wasn’t at all sure her wobbly

legs would support her, but she needn’t have worried, because Logan stepped into the bath with her.

The water sloshed over the side, soaking the bath mat on the floor, and Hannah winced as the water This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

made contact with her sore nether regions.

She tried to wriggle away, but with his legs either side of hers, she couldn’t, so she gave in and leaned

back against his broad chest.

“That’s my girl. You relax now and let me take care of you.” He picked up a sponge from the side of the

bath and ran it up and down her arm. Hannah pulled in a sharp breath when she noticed the crisscross

pattern the ropes had left behind on her skin, and Logan’s hand froze.

“Do you mind?” he asked. She heard the concern in his voice loud and clear, and felt the sudden

tension in the big body surrounding her.

“Not at all, they’re beautiful.” She twisted slightly to enable her to see him, and the approval in his silent

eyes gave her a warm glow inside. Especially when he kissed her nose.

“You’re beautiful, Mrs. Bryce.” His voice sounded odd, as though he held in his emotions, and Hannah

sighed in happiness and turned back round again.

“If you say so, Mr. Bryce.”

Logan growled his annoyance, and she laughed. They stayed in the tub until the water ran cold.

Hannah shooed him away to get dressed, and a laughing Logan disappeared downstairs to rustle them

up some food.

Having donned one of the sheer nightgowns and matching robe she’d purchased specifically for her

honeymoon, Hannah, too, made her way back down the narrow staircase. She could hardly believe her

eyes when she stepped into the living room. A roaring fire was lit, and Logan had arranged what looked

like an indoor picnic in front of it. A very upscale picnic to be sure, with a bottle of champagne cooling in

ice, and a selection of mouth-watering cold and hot dishes.

“How on earth?” She gestured to the goodies on the plush rug and sank onto one the cushions Logan

had thrown on the floor.

He passed her a flute of champagne, clinked his glass to hers, and shrugged.

“I could pretend I’m a whizz in the kitchen, but that would be a lie. Suffice to say the housekeeper left

those for us in the fridge, and there’s plenty more delights in the freezer. We don’t have to set foot

outside at all unless we want to.”

“Oh.” His earlier words of keeping her naked all week flooded back into her conscience and heated her

cheeks.

“Yes, oh. You should know by now that I mean what I say.” Logan fixed her with one those looks. Dark,

intense, and promising a myriad of sinful delights to come. She took a long swallow of her champagne,

and Logan barked a short laugh. “You’ll enjoy them I promise, and I shall not insist on keeping you

naked, if you wear delightful clothing like this.”

He skimmed his knuckles over nipples which hardened immediately and tried their best to poke holes

through the sheer fabric.

“Now eat, the night is young, and I have every intention to make love to you again right here in front of

the fire.”

And that was exactly what they did. It set the standard for the rest of their honeymoon. As Hannah

woke up on the last day of their stay at their tower, she left a softly snoring Logan in the bed. She made

her way to the kitchen and smiled to herself, as she passed all the various places they’d made love

over the last fortnight. Logan had proven himself to be an inventive, passionate, and generous lover.

While dominant in the bedroom he let her take the lead in other things, namely the excursions outside

of the tower. From bike rides to hikes around the countryside, and a shopping trip to Edinburgh they’d

done it all. They’d bought some truly Scottish mementos in Edinburgh to bring home to Rhia, Sarah,

and George. A little kilted doll for Rhia. Shortbread, toffee, and a tartan shawl for Sarah, and a dram of

whisky and more haggis then he’d ever be able to eat for George.

Just like they’d promised FaceTiming with Rhia every night had become a daily ritual. Seeing the easy

interaction between Logan and his niece, and how much the little girl seemed to be coming out of her

shell, had made Hannah fall a little more in love with the wee bairn, as they said over here, and her

impossible uncle, too.