Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,112

hesitant, and I hate that. She’s clenching her thighs slightly and her breathing has picked up. Which is a damn good sign since it means she’s aroused at least. But she’s still frightened and new.

“Yes,” she says, and again she seems as though she’s going to say more, but she doesn’t. She hasn’t budged an inch. She’s on edge and tense.

What she needs is to get off.

“And what should I call you?” I ask.

“Whatever pleases you,” she answers in a sultry voice, her body shuddering with pleasure.

I smirk at her response, feeling the adrenaline calming down and my dick hardening. “What’s your name?” I ask her, even though I already know. I’ve already decided I’m not going to tell her what I know. I’ll let her confide in me what she’d like to, for two reasons. The first is that I may have misinterpreted something and I don’t want her to assume I know everything, especially when her perception may be different from what’s written down on paper. And the second is that I want her to desire confiding in me. I want her to open up to me at her own pace. But to be a good Master, I needed to know her background, so I have no guilt or shame about looking into her past.

“Katia.” She’s quick to answer. Her voice is soft and soothing. It bothers me in some ways that she’s well trained. Someone else has taught her obedience, and I hate that. It's even worse that she was trained with methods that are wrong and disgust me, by a fraud. An abuser is not a Master.

I whisper her name, loving the way it rolls off my tongue.

“Did you come here to get fucked, Katia?”

“No,” she answers quickly. Her breathing is coming in pants now, and I can tell from the flush in her skin that it’s because she’s close to her release already. She’s going to be easy to satisfy. I like that.

“What did you think would happen when you came here?”

“I just wanted to see what it was like.” There’s a soft innocence to her response I hadn’t expected. I pull her off the ground and move her to a bench in the room, sitting her next to me and placing a hand on her thigh. I take a quick look over to where the small crowd had gathered and smile when I see they’ve gone. Good. I’m grateful for the small amount of privacy.

“Are you happy with what you found?” I ask her, angling my body toward her so she can see my focus is on her.

Her pupils dilate, and she licks her lower lip. “Yes.”

“You’re horny, aren’t you, kitten?” I tease her, loving how close she is to me, how I finally have her here.

She blushes, and a small smile slips onto her lips. “I am.”

“What turns you on?” I ask her.

“Just,” she gestures between us, “just this.”

“I need you to be specific.”

“I like you taking control.”

“Your bracelet has no middle band, so that means you’d like to be a Slave? You want a twenty-four seven power exchange?”

“I think so,” she says as the smile vanishes, and the playfulness turns into uncertainty.

“What do you need to convince you?”

She looks up at me through her thick lashes. “It’s been a very a long time.”

I know we’re compatible, that we would fit well as Master and Slave, but she doesn’t. I need to show her.

I slowly unbuckle my belt. I’m going to push her limits, take control, and show her that she can trust me. And then reward her justly.

I’m vaguely aware that a few members of the club are watching from their places around the room. Although I’ve taken two Slaves from here, I’ve never participated in the playrooms. I’ve always brought them to a private room or taken them home. I have my mask on, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t know who I am. At least the ones who matter.

I’m glad they know though. I want them to know she’s mine.

I pull the belt from the loops, watching as Katia visibly tenses. The leather slides across the fabric, hissing as remove my belt.

I let the belt hang from my hand.

“I need to know your preferences.”

Her shoulders rise and fall quickly. “I’m not sure I know what you mean...” Her voice trails off and she visibly swallows.

“For instance, right now I want to fuck your throat.” I crouch low, wrapping the belt over the back of her neck. “I want to