Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,145

him. I am his Slave, yet this is where he’s keeping me.

“You can roam wherever you’d like in the house,” Isaac says, his eyes focusing on my face as I nod. “But when I go to bed, I want you in this room.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you like your new room, kitten?” Isaac asks, still staring at me intently. He seems to be waiting for me to question all this. And I want to, but I don’t want to seem disobedient. I don’t want to tell him that I feel like I’m not worthy.

“I love it,” I say and quickly add, “Thank you.” In a way, it reminds me a lot of my living room with light colors that brighten my mood. There are even small copper birds on the ends of the curtain rods that I hadn’t noticed at first glance. The whole room is just gorgeous. Quirky and cozy, yet spacious and luxurious.

“If it’s missing anything, you’ll let me know,” Isaac says as more of a command than a statement.

“I will, Master,” I answer quickly.

A slight smile plays across Isaac’s full lips. “Good.” He glances at the silver Rolex watch on his wrist and then looks back at me. “It’s late, but it’s time for your first lesson.”

A chill goes down my spine at the intense look in his eyes. Excitement. Eagerness. Lust.

“I want to whip you,” he says, slowly closing the door with his back to me, his voice low and filled with passion. “Every night I want you crawling into bed, your ass red and tender.”

My breath quickens as my sore pussy begins to clench around nothing, and I close my eyes as images of being whipped by him fill my mind, my lips parting with desire.

Isaac steps in closer and I nearly fall to my knees, turned on by his closeness. “It’s a reminder that you’re mine. Your body belongs to me. Do you understand?” His voice is hoarse and coated with lust.

“Yes, Master,” I sigh obediently, trembling from the heat radiating from his body.

“Whichever hole I want to use, you’ll make available to me,” he says, the tone of his deep voice making my clit throb. “And you’ll be satisfied once I’ve cum.”

If he means this to be a lesson by the way of torturing me with this dirty talk, then he’s definitely succeeding. I can hardly breathe, my sore pussy soaking wet.

His eyes never leave my face. “If I’ve decided you’ve earned your pleasure, I’ll make sure you cum as well. If not, you better not fucking touch yourself.” His words come out quicker, his eyes holding a threat. As he talks, he walks the length of the room and I follow his steps. “Denial will be your punishment, and taking your own pleasure will only result in a whipping meant to cause more than just a sting. Do you understand?”

“You own my pleasure, Master,” I manage to say as if in a trance, feeling weak in the knees and wanting him to end my torment. I want him to use my body for his pleasure. Right now.

A satisfied grin plays across his chiseled jawline. “Good girl.”

He sits on the edge of the bed and then motions at me. “Tonight I want to use my hand.”

Obediently I crawl onto the bed as he pats his lap. My breath quickening, I lower my body, lying in the end of the bed and across his lap, my hips digging into his thigh and my ass perfectly seated for the spanking. He moves his right leg over both of mine and lays his forearm across the length of my back, pushing my hair out of the way, so his heavy arm is laying across my naked back. “Put your hands behind your back and grip your wrists,” he orders.

I do as I’m told, struggling to stay still as my clit throbs. My cheek lays flat against the bed and I stare straight ahead at the mirror sitting on top of a vanity across the room.

I want this so badly. After him talking to me in that dark, forceful way, I’m eager for his touch.

The sight in the mirror makes me even more turned on. Him still in his suit, the power radiating from his broad shoulders and perfect stature. But there’s a heat in his eyes as the roam the length of my body that makes me feel like the powerful one.

I watch in the mirror as he runs his fingers along my spine, sending a tingle of