Continued!

The bidder’s hands move over him, their touch deliberate, their fingers tracing the contours of his body with a precision that sends shivers down his spine. Their breath is warm against his skin as they lean closer, their lips brushing his ear. “You’re mine tonight,” they whisper, their voice a velvet command. “And I intend to make the most of it.”

The man’s breath hitches as their hands roam lower, their touch both gentle and demanding. He feels exposed, ****, yet there’s a thrill in it, a surrender he can’t deny. The bidder’s fingers trace the lines of his hips, their thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, their touch sending sparks of desire through his veins.

“Tell me,” they murmur, their lips hovering over his, “what do you crave?”

The man hesitates, his voice barely above a whisper. “To please,” he admits, his cheeks flushing with shame and arousal. “To be used.”

The bidder smiles, their expression dark and knowing. “Then you’ll do well tonight,” they say, their hands moving with purpose. They push his thighs apart, their gaze locking onto his, their touch firm as they explore his most intimate places. The man gasps, his body arching involuntarily, his mind flooding with sensations he can’t control.

“Relax,” they command, their voice a low hum. “Let go. This is what you want, isn’t it?”