Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,197

I don’t know if Zach really does or not.

Ugh. Just thinking about how helpless I feel in the moment, makes me depressed. I need to try to write, get my mind off this.

After making a mental note to check my email for his response later, I go back to my Word document. For the next five minutes I sit there looking at the blinking cursor trying to think of what to write. Nothing comes to me. It’s frustrating. I have so much material from the previous day, yet I can’t write a single word. Seriously, my fingers should be flying across the keys like road runner, filling the screen with steamy paragraphs that would have even the most chaste woman wanting to go on a date with Mr. Rabbit.

I let out a frustrated sigh.

I guess I’m just not in the mood to write anymore.

Sighing again, I get up from my desk and go over to my bookshelves and began rummaging through my erotic romance sections. There’s nothing like a good book to pull me out of a slump. I grab one with a shirtless hot guy with six pack abs, on the cover, entitled Deep Inside. I already know what I’m getting with such a title and I’m hoping it’s just what I need to forget about my depressing work. Some days are hard. But it makes the good days that much better.

I settle down in my favorite recliner and begin reading. After a couple of paragraphs, I decide that I need something hotter. I skip straight to the sex scene, but after several paragraphs of that, I find my mind wandering. The words are filled with passion, but I don’t feel any of it. They seem dry. Empty. It doesn’t even begin to compare to...

My mind wanders back to my masked Sir that I submitted to the day before, and the sadness I feel falls away. Images of how he handled my body and how he got me off flash before my eyes. A soft moan escaping my lips.

God, it was so hot, so incredibly intense. Just thinking about it now, leaves me breathless. The intensity of my orgasm and how he controlled me made me call out the safe word without even realizing it.

Lollipop.

I huff out a little giggle at the word. I don’t know what I was thinking when I told him that I wanted it to be that. Maybe I thought it was cute. He didn’t look like he thought it was, but in the end, he didn’t care. He was more concerned with my body and pushing me to my limits.

I think I pissed him off by saying it. But I couldn’t help myself. I was overwhelmed.

One thing that keeps bothering me though, is that he didn’t show any commitment to me. He didn’t ask for my number or show any interest in following me from the club. He let me leave without mentioning anything. Other than not wearing underwear next time. It’s not like that’s a normal occurrence. I’m sure there are rules against men following a woman from the club, but still would have made me feel special if he’d asked me for more. I sure as fuck want more.

I’m curious to see where this goes. I’ve read all about BDSM and I’ve researched master and slave relationships. I figure that I can at least try this if he pursues me, knowing the only way I’ll really understand a M/s relationship is if I live it. My knowledge from reading about it makes me feel confident that I can handle it. It’s a win-win relationship for me. I get to explore this dark sexual world and further my research for my book.

Still, the forbidden and dark aspects keep me from committing fully. Thank fuck for Club X.

A knock on the door pulls me out of my reverie. Clearing my throat, I get up to see what it is. The postal truck is driving off when I open the door and down at my feet there’s a large parcel sitting on my front steps, a beautiful white box with a white bow tied around it. Furrowing my brow with curiosity, I pick it up, it’s rather light for its size, and take it inside, setting it down on the kitchen table.

As I unwrap the item from the tissue paper, I can’t stop the gasp that escapes from my lips, my heart skipping a beat. It’s a white lace and rather revealing white dress that