Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,191

lust, I feel a spark between us that sets my heart afire.

This is the closest we’ve ever been, the first time I’ve ever touched her. I almost have to reach out to brace myself, surprised by the electricity flowing through me. It’s the intensity in her eyes, the vulnerability that shocks me. I hadn’t anticipated how emotional she would be so quickly, how trusting. Maybe it’s in her nature. I don’t like to think that way though. I want it to be just for me, and only me. The sight of her eyes in this moment will stay with me once we’ve parted, I know that.

“What name do you go by?” I ask her easily, ignoring the attraction screaming at me to claim her right here, right now.

“Lilly,” her voice is low and gentle. Lilly. It suits her. I call her by her name for the first time. Letting the soft sounds of her name fall from my lips.

“And you?” she asks, chancing a look up at me, her doe eyes calling to me in a way where I almost feel a need to look in another direction. To break the intense contact, but I don’t. I accept the challenge.

“You can call me Sir,” I tell her. She licks her bottom lip, her eyes darting away as her breath leaves her and then quickly back to my gaze. I smirk down at her, “Does that turn you on?”

I already know it does, but hearing the “yes” fall from her plump lips gives me undeniable satisfaction.

Nadine moans from across the room and then hisses in a sharp breath that echoes off the walls. It distracts us both. David has a lit candle above her, a match in his hand while keeping the fire on the wick. The wax slowly drips down onto her naked body, leaving splashes of red covering her milky white skin. She’s bound to the bench on her back, unable to move very much, but each time the wax hits her she wiggles slightly to get away.

I faintly hear David admonishing her. “You’ll need to be still, my love.” Immediately, she stops writhing on the bench, her head falling back, and her mouth opening in a silent scream as the next drop of wax falls between her breasts. Her hands ball into fists and her feet move outward slightly, but the rest of her body remains perfectly still as she obeys her master.

“Do you want to watch them?” I ask Lilly softly, gently lifting her chin and drawing her attention back to me.

She starts to look up at me. But she stops herself. “I would like to. If you would allow it.” She barely whispers the second sentence. My dick hardens instantly, loving the vulnerability in her voice, loving the way she gives me power. And reveling in the fact that she’s uncertain about her behavior. It’s the uncertainty that makes me crave her as a submissive. She’s breakable. And I fucking love that about her.

“Are you playing with me, my flower?” I ask her in a deep rough voice.

Her eyes look up into mine widening as my words register. She stutters to answer, her breath coming in quicker. Fear flashes in her eyes, not understanding what I’m asking her. I give her a soft smile to put her at ease and say softly, yet in a stern voice, “Meaning that you want me to play the role of your Master?”

I can practically see the relief flooding through her veins. The tension leaves her body as she looks up and answers me confidently, “I would like to play.” The strength in her voice diminishes as she adds, “I’m not sure if I need a dominant or master.”

Submissives have more power than they realize. They truly control the relationship. They set the boundaries, they start and stop all acts with what they allow the dominant to get away with. The dominant has an illusion of control. I’m not interested in an illusion. I want absolute power. I want to be her Master.

“I’m not looking for a submissive, my flower.” I state clearly. I don’t want her to get the wrong impression. I’ll determine her boundaries, I’ll push her much faster than she’s pushing herself.

Her eyes quickly look beyond me, staring at the row of cages that lines the left wall as she considers what I’m saying.

“I’m willing to play with you, for now.” My body heats and adrenaline pumps through my veins with an anxiousness that I’m uncomfortable with,