SOLD: Auctioned to the Billionaire (Steele Series Book 1) Page 4

  Harden pressed his hand against the small of Kerri’s back, a new and exciting point of contact that only added more glee to their grind.

  Then Harden plunged deeper, going almost up to mid shaft. His width and girth pushed Kerri’s tissues back further, her legs separating to take him in. He began racking that massive rod against her, back and forth in a mid-tempo cycle that seemed to get faster as he went. Kerri began to push back and forth responding to Harden’s commanding movements.

  Harden added a circular movement, hard and clockwise to interrupt his forward and backward thrusts. This touched off nerves in her clit Kerri barely knew were there, her wet clench holding onto that savory stick, squeezing with all her might. One of her hands slipped away from the footboard, but she was quick to replace it, palms slick with her sweat.

  Harden’s hands found her hips, big and strong, guiding them to match or contrast his own movements, at his whim and to their mutual delight. Kerri felt like a puppet on a massive meat stick, and she was ready to do as commanded, to dance to whatever tune her master was ready to call.

  Kerri’s pale legs quivered, muscles stretching along her thighs and calves to steady her, small of her back arching even further. Harden took every advantage of the increased access to her private, perfect self. He pulled her closer and drove in harder, Kerri’s heart nearly stopping as her loins were compressed. She twisted her body and felt the sting all the way through her, every fiber of her being connected to meld beneath and within. Harden read her desire, her willingness, her ability, and drove her even higher.

  In and out, ‘around and ‘around in faster swirls before deeper plunges, slow and certain, pushed Kerri’s blood to pound through her veins. It was all she could do to hold onto that footboard despite her sweat-drenched fingers, gripping it with all her strength as Harden kept pummeling her from behind, filling every crevice with his aggressive cock.

  “Oh, God, yes,” Kerri heard herself say, not even aware that she was speaking. “So good, so fucking good.”

  “You like that ? You want me to cum for you?”

  “Yes … ”-

  “You want me to cum in you?”

  “Oh, God, yes,” Kerri blurted out, eyes clamping shut, hissing though her clenched jaws as Harden kept throttling her.

  “No,” Harden rasped, “You won’t either, not yet! Don’t you dare cum!- Not until I tell you to, you hear me?”

  “I hear you,” she said, words tumbling out of her tightened lips, “I won’t, I won’t cum … until you tell me to.”

  “That’s right,” he declared, and she could hear that he was smiling, “That’s goddamned right.” -He snapped into action, his hands flashing away from her hips. His left hand found her sweat-soaked blonde hair, fingers wrapping around it to pull her head back. Tension stressed the muscles of her chest, her back, her arms as they strained to hold onto that footboard.

  “Now, you listen to me, you beautiful little thing, you’re gonna cum when I tell you to and only when I tell you to.”

  “Yes! — ”

  “And you’re going to keep cumming, for as long as I want you to, all fucking night if that’s what I want.” -Kerri could hardly imagine what he was talking about, but she was in no position and in no mood to object.

  Harden was in control.

  Harden’s other free hand found Kerri’s pussy, fingers pressing against the muscular mound at the top of her clit. He found a spot just to her left of the center, and jolts of electric pleasure crackled in her loins.

  Her G-spot.

  Kerri felt like she was already on the cusp of exploding, her juices long in percolating, hot and frothing and desperate for release. And Harden seemed to know it, to feel it,- to sense it.

  “There it is,” he said in a low, sexy, gravelly voice, “Don’t you cum yet, Kerri, not yet.” -She nodded, her head falling forward as she tried to hold back her orgasm, not to mention stay on her feet and remain conscious.

  Harden’s grinds became very slow and deliberate, his huge cock almost completely inside her while his hand rubbed her mound with a steady, circular motion that made Kerri’s thighs twitch, calf muscles contracting, toes clenching.

  “You can feel it,” Harden said, “You want to cum so much, so hard. But feel it getting bigger, harder, stirring …- ” Kerri moaned, body shaking. “It’s gonna tear you apart, Kerri, with my cock in that sweet, tight pussy … ” Kerri’s arms shook, fingers nearly tearing out of the knuckles as she struggled to hold on. Harden moved slowly, deliberately, his cock pushing and pressing into her while his finger created an unseen blur against her clit.

  Tears pushed out of Kerri’s eyes, rolling down her cheeks to her pouting lips as she released another desperate gasp. “Please … please … ”

  “Please what?”- She bit her lip, eyes clamped shut. But he repeated louder, more forcefully, “Say it!”

  “Please, let me cum,” she gasped with a whimper, the tears coming faster, hotter. “Please … -”

  “You think you’re ready? You can’t wait?”

  “I’m gonna cum, I’m … I’m … ”

  But he slapped her ass hard, another shocking jolt shooting through her. “Don’t you dare ! Don't you do it!”

  “I can’t help it!”

  He pulled back harder on her hair, muscles tightening. He leaned forward with a mean grimace. “Yes you can ! You can, Kerri!”

  Harden started to pump harder, shaking his hips from side to side, Kerri reacting like a rag doll in front of him. He pumped her so hard her feet rose up off the bedroom floor and landed sliding, legs no longer able to support her dazzled and exhausted weight.

  That orgasm was beyond ready, grown to a size too large for her shattering hips to accommodate. It was ready, but it was waiting.

  Waiting for him.

  “Okay,” Harden said, his own teeth gritted, “Now, Kerri, cum for me now!”

  And she did, unable to breathe, see or hear, body shaking with a dull roar like a wave crashing over her. She leaned forward, arms wrapped around that walnut rod now, clinging as if for dear life as that orgasm rolled over her again and again.

  “Yeah, keep it coming,” Harden shouted, “Feel it rising again and again. The more you cum, the more you want to, the more you’re able to cum! Don’t stop, Kerri, don’t you dare!”

  Kerri felt like she never would stop, unable to answer him, to ask why his own massive orgasm remained unreleased even as hers grew, passing slowly, deliriously, into the second hour.

  He finally came too, a shattering explosion of energy that shook his body and inspired a great, beastly roar. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tight, almost strong enough to crush the very life out of her. But his strength receded and he relaxed his grip before the two collapsed onto the bed. Kerri blinked sleepily when she felt a warm wet towel against her sweat-soaked body, as Harden made quick work of cleaning her up before pressing a glass of brandy to her lips to soothe her exhausted body before she fell asleep on his chest, a tired smile plastered to her face.

  Chapter Six

  It’s happening again. Tires squeal, the lights of the Los Angeles basin twinkling in the darkness. Kerri is helpless in the passenger seat as the luxury car hugged those curves, motor grinding too loud, the car’s momentum throwing it to the side a few inches too close to the edge.

  Kerri’s mouth is dry and her throat sore, tongue unable to form any words. She’d begged him before, hundreds of times, and it had never done any good. The end was always the same.

  The car zoomed over that winding concrete strip, vast black death waiting over the side like a patient predator, knowing its prey would soon leap willingly into its gaping jaws.

  Kerri looked at Mark, ready to beg him to be careful, to let her out before he pulls her into his premature grave with him. She knew it wouldn’t help, but she was willing to try.

  A flush of warm relief pulsed through her to see that it wasn’t her ex-husband behind the wheel, but Harden Steele, a man of a whole
other sort. He’s no whimpering, simpering mess, lost in his own bitterness and disappointment. Harden is upright, in control, the car reacting to his slightest touch.

  And she did too, the hum of the motor creating a hum of another sort in the engine of her own personal vehicle. Just the sight of that handsome face made Kerri want him, and it’s all she could do to stay in that seat and not jump all over him, unwittingly delivering them both to the very deaths she dreamed of nightly.

  Instead, Kerri sat in silent satisfaction as Harden gunned the engine, the two of them heading off down a twisting road into the unknowable darkness. At least she was moving forward, and Kerri couldn't help but feel that she was traveling in the very best company.

  A nervous curl in the pit of her stomach told her that she’ll be needing it to preserve her future, her life.

  Kerri woke up refreshed for the first time in months, and in a way she’d never felt in her whole life. Her limbs were slow to move, her body aching and yet somehow perfectly relaxed. Her skin tingled; her muscles still flush with the enticing chemicals of sexual ecstasy.

  During a hot and soothing shower, Kerri drew soapy suds across her own naked body and Harden’s, covering every inch in cleansing slickness, Harden’s manhood once more rising to the occasion.

  There were clothes waiting in the closet, several summer dresses. Kerri picked a light blue-and-white floral print with spaghetti straps and a hemline just above the knee.

  The mimosas were delicious, the sweet tang of freshly squeezed orange juice swirling with the heady bubbles of the finest Champagne. The scrambled eggs were light and fluffy, the caviar salty and bursting with flavor on a bed of cream cheese spread over a round wheat cracker.

  Kerri looked out over the churning Pacific Ocean, literally at Harden’s back door. But that only drew her attention back to the man. “If I may, you must have done quite well in whatever your chosen profession.”

  Harden nodded with a modest smile before taking another sip of his drink.

  Kerri cleared her throat. “It was just a little disconcerting that you knew, that you know my name, all about my history. But here, I don’t know anything about you.”

  “That’s right,-” his answer was curt before he spread some caviar on a cracker. He let a moment of nervous tension pass before eating the cracker and washing it down with that delicious mimosa. His attention was on Kerri, how she was squirming with her increasingly frustrated, curiosity. Finally, he smiled. “I was an executive producer on Killer Kamp 4, among other little projects. I recognized you immediately.”

  “Oh, I see,” Kerri said, reasoning, Well, that makes sense; accounts for all this money, not to mention him knowing me.

  “I was surprised to see your career end so quickly. You’re a world-class beauty, and I heard nothing but good things from the set. Not a bad actor either.”

  “Not a bad actor, that’s the most I get?” she teased.

  Harden shrugged. “It wasn’t a character-heavy piece.-” They broke out in a knowing little chuckle, a warm morning breeze cutting across the beach.

  “And what else do you know about me?”

  Harden shrugged. “What difference does that make?”

  “It’s my life,” Kerri replied not letting him see her twist her hands beneath the table.

  “How much of our lives are truly our own?” Kerri sat in a confounded silence before Harden went on, “Widowed, the only child of Adrienne and Kenneth Abernathy of Fresno, California. Left home at sixteen, lived out of your car, worked in a coffee shop until you were discovered.”

  “True enough,” Kerri said. “What about you ? Any siblings ? Are your parents still alive?”

  Harden let a tense silence pass before asking, “Why is it so important for you to know these things?”

  Kerri gave it a little thought, unsure of her answer. “I guess it’s a matter of, I dunno, trying to maintain some control over my surroundings, over what’s going on in my life. They say knowledge is power, don’t they?”

  “Power ? Control ? My dear Kerri, you know absolutely nothing about power. And you’ve still got a lot to learn about control.” With that, he stood up and grabbed her arm again, pulling her out of her chair. It was a replay of the night before, and Kerri wasn’t about to object to that. She couldn’t help but wonder, What’s he got waiting for me this time?

  Instead of leading her up the stairs, he led her out the big front doors where his black Mercedes Benz was already parked and waiting. “Where are we going?”- But his only answer was to open the door and allow Kerri to climb in before slamming the door shut. He climbed in without a word, hit the gas, and they were off.

  What did I say ? Is he driving me home or dropping me off at the local bus station or something?

  Harden’s attention was fixed on the road ahead as they climbed up into the Malibu Hills, the Pacific sparkling in the rearview mirror. The car swerved, tires squealing as the car raced upward, past the huge cliffside castles and beyond, to the craggy and rugged mountain pass to the northwest.

  The road became thin and Harden drove faster, winding and swerving through the tall brown grass. A familiar nervousness rose up in Kerri’s gut, fear and regret colliding in her heart, squeezing it like some invisible fist in her chest, wringing the air out of her lungs.

  Were those just dreams about what had or hadn’t already happened, she had to wonder, or premonitions of what was to come, maybe on this very day ? Am I going to die with this maniac behind the wheel?- Is this a fate I can’t escape, no matter which way I turn?

  The Benz screamed over a bend and further upward, toward the pinnacle. When he slammed on the brakes, Kerri’s heart started beating, faster. But she was alive, at least for the moment. Looking around to see nobody around, no houses, nothing but that lone, winding street, Kerri couldn’t help but wonder why he dragged her all the way out here.

  She had at least one idea and it almost sent her screaming from the car.

  Of course, it occurred to her, too late. That’s why he paid so much money; not just to fuck me, but to kill me. And he wouldn’t do that in his house, leaving traces. But out here, who’s to say what happened?

  Harden grabbed her upper arm again and pulled her away from the street and down into the gully. There was a clutch of trees at the bottom, cluttered with bushes. Kerri knew in an instant, Good place to leave a body.

  Kerri tried to pull her arm free, but Harden held tight. She looked around, knowing that she’d now have to run uphill to escape, and she’d never make it. Scream out for help, Kerri urged herself, call out now before it’s too late!

  But something stayed her tongue, and Kerri’s legs sent her clumsily down that gully toward those trees, to her fate, to her destiny.

  “Please,” Kerri said, barely able to get any more out before they reached that little oasis at the bottom of the gulch. “Please … don’t hurt me.”

  Harden pushed Kerri up against one of the trees, hands between her thighs to spread her legs. Kerri’s heart was already pounding, and it wasn’t long before her crotch began to follow suit.

  “You talk about control,” Harden said in a low growl. “Now you’re gonna know what it is to have no control at all.”- He shoved her dress up as he dropped his pants, his big cock hard and long and ready for action. “I’m gonna have you right here, right now!”

  Kerri nodded and leaned back, legs spread, juices flowing. In truth, she’d been thinking about nothing else since the night before, and she wanted it fast and hard, no preamble. But her eyes were pulled up to the street above, a car driving slowly by the parked Mercedes Benz before driving away.

  “We’ll be caught,” Kerri said, her voice a quivering whisper.

  “Could be.” -Harden pushed his big head between Kerri’s wet lips and eased it in, incredible thickness pressing her ready tissues to the side as he quickly shifted into a steady rhythm, half his amazing shaft enough to satisfy her. He stroked that magnificent member in and out, the increasing pressure a delig
ht to her nerves. “We might get caught, maybe the cops drive by and we get arrested. You don’t know, you can never know. There are some things you can’t control, Kerri.” He started grinding faster, the bark of the tree scraping against her back. “And those are the things that make life worth living, Kerri!”

  Kerri looked around, past Harden’s shoulder, as another car drove by, slowed down, and then kept driving. Can they see us ? Are they looking at us ? Are they taking video, or calling the police to investigate the abandoned car and the shady figures at the bottom of the gulch? I thought he was dragging me down to kill me, what’s a passing stranger going to think?

  Something about the memory of that fear was now fermenting into unbridled lust. She kissed him hard, the taste of orange juice still on his unshaven lips, which scratched her face. The rush of driving in that car came back to her loins, her own motor humming. The fear from her dreams, the dread of death, once again sent a dark and twisted kink into Kerri’s sexual psyche. She liked it and she knew she liked it, even if she couldn’t quite understand why. There in that gulch, fucking against that tree in broad daylight, Kerri knew it wasn't the time to understand.

  Harden drilled her harder, scooping one hand under each knee to lift her off the gully floor. She was supported by the tree behind her and Harden in front and below. He was all strength and control, and Kerri wrapped her legs and arms around him, kissing him hard and clinging to him as if for dear life. Whatever was going to happen, whoever would find them and whatever they would make of it, Kerri knew everything would be alright, as long as Harden was in control.

  And as far as she was concerned, he always would be.

  Having made his point in a devastating fashion, Harden decided to release his load. He’d already proven himself a master of stamina, able to sail past the one-hour mark and release at his own discretion. Kerri could feel it coming, already familiar enough with his body to be able to read the signs.