Auctioned Off to the Handsome Lumberjack

  Auctioned Off to the Handsome Lumberjack

  LUMBERJACKS DADDIES OF SWEET PINE CITY SERIES

  PENNY SNOAK

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  EPILOGUE: SIX MONTHS LATER

  ALSO BY PENNY SNOAK

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  CHAPTER ONE

  Bertie

  “Brock, yes!” I cry as my thighs slam closed around his legs and my body starts spasming with my third orgasm in the past ten minutes.

  A moment after I cum, he cries out and I feel his cock pulse deep inside me with his own orgasm. I grind and twist my hips around him to make his orgasm last as long as I possibly can. He grips my ass tightly as his cock continues to pulse inside me and I giggle as I realize how good I’ve made him feel.

  Finally, he releases me and collapses over me, gasping. I giggle again and say, “Did I do good, Daddy?”

  His cock twitches again when I use that name and he growls, “Be careful what you say, little girl.”

  I giggle again but can’t keep my clit from shivering a little hearing him call me a little girl. I don’t think much about it because when a man gives me three orgasms faster than anyone else can give me one, everything he says is the sexiest thing I ever heard.

  He rolls off of me and I sit up and reach for my panties.

  “You’re leaving already?” Brock asks.

  “Yeah, sorry,” I say. “I have to help Sasha set up for the auction.”

  “I can’t convince you to play hooky?” he asks, reaching for me.

  I slap his hand away and giggle. “If it were any other day, I’d be happy to roll around in bed with you until we can’t move anymore but this is probably the most important day of the year for our town. I need to be there.”

  “Of course, you do,” Brock says. “I was only teasing.”

  “Sure, you were,” I say sarcastically.

  He laughs. “Hey, there’s always after the auction.”

  I stand and walk to the table to retrieve my purse and keys. “Well, you can bid for me if you want. I’m one of the dates.”

  Every year in Sweet Pines City we host a charity auction and every year those auctions include dates with the most eligible bachelors and bachelorettes in town. If you’re from a small town and you’ve seen auctions like this before, it’s exactly what you’re thinking of. If you’re not from a small town and you’ve never seen an auction like this before, it’s not at all what you’re thinking. These “dates” usually end up being a nice meal between friends where both parties spend the entire time talking excitedly about what the charity is going to do with all the money they made at the auction.

  The charity in question is the Pine Lake Children’s society—a non-profit that provides relief to families with seriously ill children who struggle to pay their medical bills. Eventually, the charity hopes to build a state-of-the-art children’s hospital that can provide pro bono medical care to every child in the Pine Lake area, including Sweet Pines City and the various surrounding towns. It won’t be big enough to deal with the very serious illnesses but we’re hoping it will help catch them earlier. When a kid out here gets seriously ill, it’s different than in the city. There are a great many extra expenses above the medical. Like, sometimes parents need to stay in a hotel for a month or more while the child is at the hospital. That’s money for the hotel, food, as well as any wages lost. Even someone with excellent insurance suffers a big financial hardship.

  This year, I am one of the bachelorettes being auctioned off. I’ve recently been promoted to manager of the only grocery store in town and for a small town like ours that pretty much makes me a celebrity. In fact, my friends and I celebrated the day before and that celebration is how I ended up sleeping with Brock, a staggeringly handsome lumberjack who works with Sasha’s husband, Vince.

  “I’ll have to open my wallet then,” he says, smiling.

  I lean over and kiss him. “And if you’re really, really lucky, I’ll let you open something else.”

  He reaches for me again and I just dodge his arms, laughing as I head out the door. “Bye, Brock!” I call behind me.

  I’m in a great mood as I head to my car. Good sex helps, of course, but a large part of my happiness comes from the realization that this year’s auction is almost certain to be the best we’ve ever had. We’ve already received pledges totaling over half a million dollars and when it’s all said and done, we should end up with nearly three times that. That means we’ll have enough money to begin the process of building that hospital. That’s a three-to-four-year project and it will end up costing a lot more than what we make today but this is an excellent head start and I couldn’t be prouder of my town.

  When I arrive at the campground that’s hosting the event, I see Sasha and Vince are already there. Sasha waves to me when I arrive and as soon as I’m out of my car, she wraps me in a big bear hug.

  “Bertie!” she cries. “I’ve missed you!”

  “I’ve missed you too!” I reply, squeezing her tightly.

  I should mention that she and Vince have just returned from two weeks in Hawaii, so this is the first time I’ve seen my best friend in a while. We spend a good hour catching up. She tells me all about her vacation and I share my encounter with Brock, although I don’t mention his name.

  Sasha listens wide-eyed as I tell her and when I finish, she says, “That’s amazing! Good for you, Bertie.”

  “Thank you,” I say, grinning. “I’m pretty happy with myself.”

  “So, when do you see him again?” she asks.

  “In my dreams every night for the next few months, at least,” I reply.”

  “I’m serious, Bertie,” she says, laughing.

  “So am I,” I reply. “Come on, Sasha, you know I’m not looking for anything serious right now. It was a nice dalliance but that’s all it is. I needed some release and I got it.”

  “Who said anything about serious? I’m just saying you should make sure your needs are met.”

  I roll my eyes, “You’re incorrigible. Let me tell you something, though, between my memories of this night with Brock and my vibrator, all my needs are met.”

  “It was Brock!” she exclaims, pointing at me. “Oh, now I know you want more!”

  The auction, as expected, is a huge success. By the time we get to the sweetheart auctions—as we in Sweet Pines City call them—we’ve already raised almost forty-five thousand dollars for the charity. There are four girls and three guys ahead of me. Their dates each sell for around three to five hundred dollars. It’s an exorbitant amount, obviously, but it’s for charity. It also includes dinner at the restaurants who donated it, about a hundred dollars of actual value. Nobody actually thinks of these as real love connections.

  A few minutes later, I wonder if I have to amend that statement and say most people don’t actually think of this as a real love connection. I wonder this because when it’s my turn to be auctioned off, the winning bid comes in at fifteen thousand dollars. That’s a ridiculous amount of money but it’s not actually the money that makes me feel my date might want more than just to help underprivileged children. What makes me think my date might want more than to help the kids and help build a little hospital is that the man who paid fifteen thousand dollars for me is none other than Brock--the sexy lumberjack whose cock was pumping inside me not twelve hours ago.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Brock
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  Well, there goes my emergency savings.

  I suppose I could have bid significantly less and still won. I didn’t bid so much out of fear of losing the bid, however, but because I didn’t want Bertie to think I was just trying to buy her. I think somehow that if I donate a sizable amount to the charity, she’ll see I’m not just a creep. Of course, that’s kind of stupid, too. If I bid a thousand dollars, I’ll win and there’s no chance she’ll think I think I can buy here. Bidding fifteen kind of makes it seems like I think I can, right?

  Or maybe it just makes me generous.

  Or does she think I think I can just pay to have her?

  Jesus Christ, I’m not a child. Why am I second-guessing myself and being indecisive about this? That’s not who I am. The only thing that doesn’t make sense here is me.

  Yes, I realize that makes no sense, too, but then again, the whole thing with Bertie doesn’t make a lot of sense. I’ve known her, or at least known of her, for years. She’s been a supervisor at the town’s grocery store for as long as I’ve lived in Sweet Pines City and recently, she was promoted to manager. She’s a minor celebrity in town since the next nearest grocery store is about eighty miles away through winding mountain roads.

  So, when I meet her at her promotion party last night, we aren’t exactly strangers.

  None of this is especially weird. What’s weird is how quickly we go from not-quite strangers to cumming together and her calling me by the title Daddy. I don’t know everything about her but I’m certain if Bertie’s a little girl, I will already know about it. She might know about the Daddy Dom thing because she’s good friends with Sasha but… Anyway, I’m not the kind of guy to pursue a one-night stand. I’m much more the kind of guy to stay single until I meet the right person, then dedicate myself to them.

  That’s why the lifestyle appeals so much to me.

  By the lifestyle, I mean DDlg. Daddy Dom/little girl. It’s a type of a Dominant/submissive relationship where the Dominant is called a Daddy and the submissive is called a little girl and their relationship includes age play. The aspect of DDlg that appeals to me is the dedication aspect. A good Daddy will dedicate his life to his little girl and put her needs above his. I also love the innocence that develops in the submissive, not just trust any Dom needs but the kind of innocent trust of a child, the kind of emotional devotion that really believes Daddy can make everything okay.

  There is an oversimplification, a cliché, about BDSM, specifically the D/s aspect. Domination and submission have a Dom and a sub. Dom needs to take care of someone. Subs need to please someone. That’s an oversimplification but it’s based on truth. In a DDlg dynamic, the Dom needs to take care of his sub in a very pressing and very powerful way. The little girl has a strong desire to please her Dom but it’s based on approval, making Daddy proud. Sure, that translates into sex, and I love sex with a submissive in DDlg. However, it’s also based on the idea that what a little girl does to please her Daddy is those things that are good for her. She gains approval by doing things that help her develop and grow.

  Anyway, my experience with Bertie is all about sex, not the deeper elements of DDlg. The sex itself wasn’t anything special. No, wait. It was more than special. It was incredible. What I mean is the sex was vanilla. That’s a term in the community for good old-fashioned sex. Other than her calling me Daddy a couple of times and me calling her little girl, there really was nothing about it that represented the dynamic.

  God, I’m obsessing.

  I want so desperately for Bertie to want a DDlg relationship with me.

  That’s such a crazy thought because until what was supposed to be a fun and casual evening turned into a fun and casual all-night session, I didn’t want a relationship. Somewhere along the line, though, fun and casual turns into a yearning for something much more than that. I don’t even have Bertie yet and I’m already thinking about a relationship with her as something I might lose.

  It would have been nice to talk to Bertie about this after the auction so I could have some idea of what she actually thinks instead of spending all night and all the next day wondering about it, but as soon as the auction ended, she was swept up by a crowd of people eager to celebrate the success of the auction so we never had a chance to talk.

  I glance at the clock. I’m supposed to pick Bertie up in an hour. It’ll take ten minutes to drive to her house. That leaves fifty minutes to keep torturing myself with useless speculations about how she might or might not feel.

  I decide to take a cold shower to help clear my head. It doesn’t clear my head but it does relax me enough that I’m not anxious when, an hour later, I stand in front of Bertie’s door.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Bertie

  “Hi,” he says and his voice just sounds so damned sexy to me. “I’m here to pick you up for our date.”

  I nod but then I do something I don’t intend. “I was thinking we could do the date later and maybe order a pizza and stay inside today, Daddy.” Dear God! Did I just say that? “I mean, the restaurant isn’t going anywhere and now you’ll get one and a half dates instead of one.”

  He smiles, “One and a half?”

  “Um, I mean staying home one of the times. I’m counting it as half a date.”

  He smiles. “Are you going to invite me in, little girl?”

  I swallow hard and it’s like the words little girl are a vibrator to my clit. “Yes, Daddy! Please come in!”

  He steps in and says, “Would you like to talk about what it really means to be a little girl with a Daddy?”

  “Yes!” I say. “I really want that.” What the hell is going on in my head? I reach past him and close the door. My body touches him as I do. I pull back and say, “But later.” Before he can ask me what I want to do first, I show him. I put one hand on his cheek and lift myself up to kiss him. I intend to put the other hand around his waist but the moment I touch the flannel of his shirt, I start pulling it up to get it out of his jeans.

  This is such a strange and wonderful thing, this kind of wild abandon I feel. I mean, this isn’t typical behavior for me at all. Nonetheless, I almost feel like I can’t even think because of how much I want this guy. I don’t understand it because I never thought about him that way until the party. Now, of course, I want him and it isn’t just sex.

  Although desiring him for sex is absolutely and utterly the most powerful desire at the moment.

  I get his shirt untucked while we’re kissing and when he starts to do the same for me, I slide down to my knees. I definitely want to end up naked but first, I want to make it all about him. If he’ll let me, I want to start and finish with my mouth before I even get my clothes off.

  Before.

  Make no mistake about that. I still intend to get my clothes off.

  It’s strange how things come into very crystal-clear focus when I start on his belt. I mean, I’m so fucking desperate to get my mouth on this guy’s cock. There was no blowjob our first night and it’s not like I’m the kind of girl who thinks of sucking a dick as the main event. Somehow, though, right now, I want that so damned desperately, and all I can think about is getting his pants down and getting to it before he decides to push things in another direction.

  Which is weird because I also want him to be in charge.

  I close my mouth over his cock and move as quickly as I can to get right into things. It’s kind of strange to realize now just how big he is. I mean, I experienced it a number of times, so just now noting how tremendously endowed he seems pretty damned strange. I can’t get very deep at all but I’m just absolutely thrilled by it all. I move faster and suck a little more firmly and I note in a background kind of way that he’s getting his shirt off. I even not him kicking off his shoes.

  When he pulls away and lifts me up off my knees, I whimper in disappointment but his hand goes between my legs, and with a firm grip, he rubs while he kisses me. Any disappointment disappears completely. Things progress quickly and it almost seems like an out
-of-body experience for me, how he pushes us along until we’re on the couch and how he gets my clothes off. As much as I wanted things to be about my mouth on him, I don’t have any disappointment at all when the opposite happens. His lips and tongue explore my pussy and the sensations that rush through me feel paralyzing.

  It's like all awareness disappears except for his mouth between my legs and, I guess, the way my fingers tangle in his hair while he drives me absolutely wild. I’ve been eaten out before, of course, but whatever he’s doing down there is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

  I want to cry out, call him Daddy, tell him how good it feels, anything at all to let him know that he’s doing a fantastic job and should never stop ever but all I can do is gasp and occasionally cry out as his mouth turns my body into a twitching, shuddering wreck. I can’t speak until my orgasm hits and when it does, all I can say is “Yes, Daddy!” before I am drowned by a tidal wave of pleasure.

  I don’t get a chance to recover because while I’m still riding the crest of that wave, he stands and slams his cock inside me, and once more, I’m screaming and shaking under him. This time, my pussy has something to squeeze, so the orgasm is somehow even more intense.

  “Oh, Daddy, you feel so good!” I cry out.

  He looks directly into my eyes and growls, “Do you like cumming on Daddy’s cock?”

  It’s like my orgasm triples in intensity. I moan, “Yes, Daddy, I do!” and he says, “Cum again, little girl.

  I don’t know how I manage to have an orgasm in the middle of having an orgasm but somehow my body begins stiffening and jerking as pulses of pleasure rush through the wave and I’m overcome by a double assault of sensation.

  “Cum inside me, Daddy!” I shout.

  “You want Daddy to cum inside you?” he asks in that deep, insanely sexy voice.

  “Yes, Daddy, please,” I whine. “Please cum inside me! Cum in your little girl!”