Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,108

as I struggle to find the words.

“Intoxicating?” Madam Lynn supplies.

That’s exactly what I was thinking. I nod my head and shoot her a grateful grin. “Yes.”

She gives me a kind smile. “It truly is; you won’t find a place like this anywhere else. And like I told you, all of the members here have had background checks. In addition, they’re safe and clean, and the club is secured. I promise you.” Her eyes shine with sincerity. Before the emotions overwhelm me, she adds, “But there’s so much more to it than what you’re seeing here. Would you like a tour?” She gestures to a hallway up on the walkway overlooking the ballroom.

I shake my head gently; it took me nearly a year to feel comfortable saying no again. And even now, I can feel the tightness in my throat as I deny her. “Could I look on my own?” I ask softly.

“Of course,” she replies and nods her head slightly before turning her attention to someone calling for her a few tables away.

It’s rude, but I walk off without saying a word, leaving Madam Lynn standing with an amused expression behind me.

I make my way to the hallway, the hum of the sultry music dimming, trying to keep my eyes to myself as Subs and Doms pass me by. They’re enjoying the power play of their relationships, and I don’t want to interfere by staring. Despite my nervousness, I’m excited as I step into the hallway. This place is a living, breathing fantasy.

I reach the end of the hallway and come to a room with several sliding glass doors. Through them, I can see naked masked men and woman engaged in all sorts of foreplay. My breathing catches in my throat as I watch a woman on her knees, sucking the massive cock of the man standing in front of her. My pussy pulses with need as I watch her head bob back and forth, the man watching her and gripping the back of her head to lead her movements.

I’m so engaged in the display of absolute depravity in front of me, I almost don’t hear the approaching footsteps.

“I’m not sure what you’re into, Katia,” I hear Madam Lynn’s voice behind me, and my heart leaps in my chest. I jump, startled and moving my hand to my frantically beating heart. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I try to catch my breath.

“Sorry dear, I just wanted to let you know that the dungeons are downstairs.”

As I turn to face her, her words make my blood run cold. Dungeon. I told her about some of my fantasies. And I do want to have a true Master who disciplines and punishes me. But the thought of seeing that right now… I just can’t. I’m on edge and trying to take all this in.

“Katia?” Madam Lynn asks with concern. seeing the distress cross my face for a brief instant.

I straighten and flash her a brief, nervous smile. “Sorry.”

Madam Lynn waves away my worry, shaking her head. I’m impressed by how forgiving and down-to-earth she is. “It’s no problem at all. I can see you’re a bit… overwhelmed.”

“I think seeing the playrooms is fine for now,” I answer, changing the subject from her earlier suggestion. A part of me wants to go to the dungeon, but I want to see it in a way that fills me with desire, not trigger me. I know I do want to see it. Just not yet. I’m not sure why, exactly. I don’t know if it’s because I’m destined to crave this wickedness, or whether it’s something that’s burned into my soul because of my past. But I want to feel the sting of the whip. I learned to worship it, and crave the pleasure it led me to. I desperately want it. But not yet. Not right now.

So far, Club X is like a den for sexual pleasure, exactly the fantasy I’ve dreamed of. Desire fills my blood as my eyes fall back onto the Subs and Doms fucking each other’s brains out. I even notice whips on the back wall of the playroom, and my skin burns even hotter as I remember how good my Master was with them. He was so good with whips; I learned to love their bite. In fact, it brought more pleasure to me than anything else he ever did.

“If you’re interested in finding someone…” Madam Lynn says, startling me out of my trance, “you could wait here.” My