Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,114

body tenses.

Yes!

Her cunt spasms around my fingers, and that’s my undoing.

Wave after wave of hot cum leaves me, and she obediently swallows it all down. The feeling only adds to my pleasure. I continue pulling her orgasm from her as she cleans my dick of every last drop, her body shuddering and her soft moans of pleasure filling my ears.

The sight of her with her eyes closed, enjoying the taste of my cock so intensely, makes me rock fucking hard again. I could take her for hours.

Her thighs are still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm as I lick her cum from my fingers. She’s fucking delicious. And tight. Next time I want her cumming on my dick.

It takes a moment for me to catch my breath as I pet her hair and let her lay her head on my lap.

Perfection.

I grab a blanket from the side of the room; they’re here specifically for aftercare. Pulling her panties back in place first, I pull her small body into my arms and sit down on the bench, nestling her into my lap.

“Did you enjoy that?” I ask her softly, kissing her hair. Her sweet taste is still on my tongue and I want more, but not here.

“Yes,” she says softly, her cheek resting on my shoulder. Her hot breath tickles my neck.

“Is it what you came here for?”

She clears her throat and shifts slightly in my lap. “I’m not sure what I came here for.”

“You’re looking for a Master,” I answer her.

“Yes.”

“You found one.”

She fidgets in my lap. The lack of a response makes me nervous.

“I’m not interested in play. I want the real thing.” I speak while holding her gaze.

“I do, too,” she answers softly.

“I want you, Katia. And I don’t want to share.”

She’s perfect. I can give her what she wants, and what she needs.

Everything is exactly how I imagined it would be. Up until this point. She isn’t giving me the answer I require.

“I don’t want anyone thinking you’re not off-limits.” I can feel my heart race as I talk to her. I want my collar around her neck. I want everyone to know she’s taken. No one else can give her what I can. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to provide for her in ways she’s never dreamed of.

Her pale blue eyes fly to mine, and her body tenses. For the first time since she’s been in here, she’s showing signs of fear. Fear of commitment.

But I’ll be damned if she lets anyone else touch her. If she’s having second thoughts about me being her Master, I’ll convince her. “Are you unhappy with me?” I ask her.

“No, it’s not that. I’m just not ready.”

“In here, without a collar, others will approach you.” And I’m sure as fuck not going to allow that.

“You have my word.” Her voice is shaky.

“I don’t want your word,” I say in a gravelly voice displaying my dominance over her, and signaling the severity I feel at her denying me this request. I won’t give her an ultimatum. She’s not mine yet, and this demonstration of disobedience isn’t a good sign. But she has a past. And I’m acutely aware of the fact that her perception is different from mine. She has real fears that need to be addressed. Still, I want her marked as mine. “It will displease me if you deny my collar.”

She wraps her arms around herself and looks away, sadness apparent on her beautiful features.

She slowly raises her chin, her eyes finding mine. “That’s all I can give you for now...”

Her voice trails off before she gets the title out. But I can hear it on the tip of her tongue. Master. Now that our play is over, she’s reverting back. She’s giving herself safety. I don’t mind it, but she will have more than enough safety with me. She only needs to let go.

“What do you need from me?” I ask her, gently cupping her chin in my hand.

She’s hesitant at first, but she leans into my touch. Her eyes are closed as she answers, “I don’t know. I’m afraid.”

“You already know not to be afraid.” As her Master, I’m to carry the weight of her worries. “I want you as my Slave, Katia.”

“I have problems.” She looks away, toward the door and I can see exactly what’s going through her mind. She doesn't want to be taken advantage of, and she doesn’t know if she can handle her. That’s fine. I can soothe