Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,122

flows through me as he walks over to the side of the bed and reaches down. He walks back over with a beautiful bag with satin handles in his hands and sets it down beside me. I resist the urge to look at it. I know he wants me to only have eyes for him, and to always give him my full attention. I need permission first. Always.

“May I?” I ask, looking up at him questioningly.

His beautiful green eyes watch me closely. “Yes.”

“I missed your touch,” I blurt out. I don’t know why the words slip out, and I hate it the moment they do. It’s the same words I used to tell Master C. The thought of it causes my blood to chill, and it’s an effort not to show my disgust with myself.

Isaac’s strong hand cups the nape of my neck and he leans down, pressing his lips to mine. I melt into him, reeling under the force of his powerful lips. It’s a passionate kiss, one that makes me forget the pain summoned by thinking about my past. Just when I think the kiss is going to lead to something more, Isaac breaks away, resting his forehead against mine.

I swallow the disappointment that follows, knowing that I must accept what he gives, even if it’s not as much as I want. “You think of me and only me when I’m with you,” Isaac says firmly. “I don’t care what is on your mind. Only I matter. Only pleasing me matters. Fuck everyone else. Do I make myself clear?”

My heart nearly jumps from my chest. He’s right. He’s the only thing that matters. I know better. But I’m worried I’m going to keep disappointing him. “Yes, Master,” I say. Shock runs through me as I say the words. I hadn’t planned on saying the title; I don’t know if I’m ready. But too late now.

Without warning, Isaac pushes his hands between my legs and up my dress roughly, shoving me back onto the bed. I fall back onto the velvet pillows, my head coming dangerously close to slamming against the headboard as Isaac exposes my glistening sex and ruthlessly shoves his fingers inside of my pussy, causing me to gasp out.

“Say it again,” Isaac demands, his voice hoarse, but filled with both authority and desire.

I arch my back, my walls clenching around his fingers, wet sounds filling my ears as he thrusts his fingers in and out of my pussy like a mad man, forcing my arousal to pool down my thigh and all over his fingers. My body ignites with passion and pleasure. My limbs stiffen with an impending orgasm. “Master!” I cry, my voice filled with aching pleasure. I’m already close to climax, my core heating up like a fucking furnace, my stomach twisting into tight knots.

Isaac is obviously pleased by my obedience and he picks up the pace of his punishing fingering, and kisses along my jawline, his strong body lying against mine, forcing me to be still and take everything he gives me. I blush as I know the guard outside must be hearing the sounds of my pleasure, but I don’t care.

“Good girl, cum freely.” His rough voice sends a chill of desire through my body. “Cum for your Master.” Isaac lowers his head and bites down on my hardened nipple with a stinging force as he continues to assault my pussy. It’s more than I can bear. It’s what takes me over the edge, and rewards me my release.

Throwing back my head, I cry out as thousands of shockwaves blast through my body. My limbs jolt with each spasm of my pussy around his fingers. My breathing stills, and my body feels paralyzed with the intensity. When it’s all over and he finally pulls away from me, I lie still. Waiting for him to command me. I settle back onto the bed, lying limp with a shuddering sigh as Isaac walks over to get a small hand towel off one of the dressers where they’re neatly stacked. He smiles down at me as he wipes gently between my thighs, the rough texture sending a residual wave of pleasure through me, though there are still fluid spots all over the bedding.

When he’s done, he tosses the towel aside and sits next to me, petting my hair and comforting me.

After a moment he whispers, “I’d rather not be here, kitten.”

My pulse spikes with fear. Had I done something wrong? “I don’t understand.”

He lifts me