Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,189

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It was a rape fantasy reenacted before my very eyes. It was very difficult to watch and my eyes kept going over to the guard that was standing nearby. But he didn’t move anymore. As long as the submissive didn’t say the safe word, the dominant had complete control over her. They were free to act out whatever fantasies they shared in complete safety.

For couples without safe words, they merely nod at the guards when asked if they’re alright. Or so I’ve been told. I’ve only seen a guard interrupt once. I’m surprised how many couples don’t have safe words. Some simply use ‘stop’. I suppose it’s different for every partnership.

Most of the clients in here seem paired up, like these two. It makes me envy them. Especially when they’re collared. Collars are like wedding bands. My eyes fall to the floor and my heart thuds. Maybe that’s more of my romance novels slipping in. I don’t know for sure that the people here regard collars so highly.

It’s hard not to confuse reality and fantasy. But that’s easy to do here. This place is like a fantasy come to life.

A movement out of the corner of my eye causes me to look around. The breath stills in my throat and my heart skips a beat. There he is. Looking at him, I can hardly stand, my knees are so weak. He’s like a dark prince, dressed all in black with his pitch-black half mask, the edges of it looking torn. It serves only to enhance his chiseled features. My breath quickens as his eyes bore into me with an intensity that makes my skin prick. The room seems to bow to him. Everything urges me to bend to his will. And I want to.

My heart pounds in my chest as I stare at the floor. A chill travels down my shoulder and through my spine. He has a power over me more intense than anyone else. A pull to him so strong I nearly give in and fall to my knees as I feel his gaze on me.

I’ve seen this man before. In fact, I ran into him when I was new to the club. My cheeks burn at the memory, remembering his dark gaze on me, the flush of my skin as I sank to my knees and apologized for being so clumsy. He watches me sometimes when I come into the club and I’m always almost overwhelmed. At first I thought it was all in my head that he was checking me out and then I thought I was just getting carried away by my fantasies. But he followed me down here.

He must want something from me. The thought makes my body come alive with desire.

Or maybe it really is all in my head, I think to myself. No one knows me here. I’ve tried my best to make myself as invisible as possible.

But as I move away and walk over to the St. Andrew’s cross that sits next to a rack of whips and rope, I can feel him following me, stalking my every move.

My breathing quickens as I do something I’ve yet to do. I slowly fall to a kneel, trying to remember every detail the trainer showed me about proper posture. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. But my body feels compelled by a mysterious force.

I show him submission.

I invite him to have power over me.

Chapter 4

Joseph

I can’t take my eyes off of her. It happens every time she comes in here. Lilly. I follow her, staying a safe distance, her gorgeous curves stringing me along. I’ll never admit to her how much power she has over me; I can’t help but to follow her through the club, watching her and gauging her reaction to the variety of kinks. I know she’s seen me this time.

She’s not put off by it. She doesn’t seem frightened, although I obviously affect her. It’s as if she’s waiting for me. She’s never done this before. She’s never invited anyone into her personal space. Let alone kneel as though she’s waiting for me, offering me a chance at her submission.

Seeing her kneeling there, looking vulnerable and sexy as fuck in that red nightie that makes my cock harden, my heart beats faster. I take a quick glance around the room, a possessive side of me rising from deep within my veins, but no one moves to go to her. A few eyes are on me, narrowing with