Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,190

questioning looks, but they fall when I look they’re way.

I ignore them all. I always do.

They don’t know shit about me. And I give zero fucks about what they think they know.

These masks are good for hiding the identities of the men from the submissives. But it’s no secret who we are to one another. The tight social circles that run this city, both from the highest highs of skyscrapers and penthouses, to the dirtiest lows of the pulses that run the streets. We all know each other. We know who has business with who and what side each of us is on. Right now, I belong to neither, but I’m well known to both.

I can tell from the way they look at me out of the corner of their eyes without moving an inch, without even breathing. By the way they stay away and avoid me at all costs. I know for a fact that they know who I am. And I sure as fuck know who they are.

We’re all wise men here, powerful, and with too much to lose to engage in this kind of activity around people we don’t know. Even with contracts and NDA’s; we’re bred not to trust. With so far to fall and so much to lose, most of these men stay in the private rooms once they’ve found someone to pursue and indulge in.

But me? I have nothing to lose. And I know exactly what I want. Or rather whom I want.

I approach her slowly, almost cautiously, as if moving too quickly will frighten her away. The very notion that she’s offering this gift to me, thrills me.

She’s been coming to the dungeon more often as if she’s looking for something, as if she needs some kind of depravity that she can only find here. But she’s yet to engage. That’s what I’ve been waiting for. For that moment when she’s ready to test how her pleasure reacts to pain and how much freedom she’d get by giving over control.

It peaked my interest to see desire flash in her eyes when she watched the tails of the whip hit against the soft skin of a submissive. She wasn’t frightened by it. She was intrigued. She was aroused. She hasn’t experienced the pain yet. I have no idea if she’ll actually enjoy it.

But I’m excited to find out. The anticipation clouds my judgement and makes me focus solely on her.

The guards in the room are watching over the other couple. David and Nadine. They’re well known in the club. They have been together for over a year, but they don’t have any safe words. They take their sessions to the extremes. It’s intoxicating to watch. Just as my Lilly is drawn to them, like a moth to a flame.

I stand next to Lilly for a moment, shifting my Barker Black shoes slightly across the cement floor. Her eyes dart towards them and her head tilts slightly. A sharp breath is pulled through my clenched teeth at the thought of my flogger smacking along her back. She should be still. Her back curved. She has so much to learn. I pivot and face her, but I don’t address her; I’m merely letting her feel my presence.

From the way her breathing picks up, I know she’s filled with anticipation as well. She’s practically trembling beneath me.

I already know her name, I’ve heard her tell a few others in the club. But I feel compelled to ask, as if it’s the polite thing to do. I crouched down next to her, my hand resting gently on her head. Her soft blonde hair is like silk beneath the rough pads of my fingers. The strands slide easily through my fingers and whether it’s subconscious or not, Lilly leans slightly into my touch. Her eyes close and her plump lips part. She is a woman in need of approval. And desperately in need of touch.

I clear my throat as I take my hand away, testing her obedience and knowledge. She remains in place, her eyes secured to the floor, although her tongue darts out quickly, wetting the seam of her lips.

I wait a moment, rising to stand, but she still doesn’t move. Good girl. It’s not until I give her permission to look, that her pale blue eyes lift to reach mine. As soon as her baby blues meet my gaze with a look of pure desire, tiny golden flecks swirling in the mist of blue and sparkling with