Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,223

wore a beautiful dress that ends above her knees. The hem brushes against her thighs as she walks in, taking off her tweed winter coat and hanging it over the crook of her arm. She shivers slightly as she walks in, holding onto the coat as if it’s her anchor.

The chill from outside has made her cheeks a bright red as well as the tip of her nose. The house is warm and inviting though, echoing her heels as she walks closer to the hall.

I close the door, my back to her as I imagine all the things I’m going to do to her. She’s mine now.

I could bend her over the foyer table right now, I could take her with a bruising force from behind and fuck her like I’ve been dreaming of doing. I can practically hear her hips banging against the wooden edge of the table. I can see how the trinkets I’ve gathered from all the places I’ve traveled would rattle as they pounded into her tight cunt, taking her virginity in a swift thrust.

I own her; I can do whatever the fuck I want with her.

I know it would turn her on. I know in the moment she would enjoy it. I would make sure of that. Strumming her clit while I position my hips against her ass, shoving my dick deep inside of her over and over again until she screamed out her orgasm.

I clear my throat and the thoughts from my head as I lock the door. The gentle click fills the room and makes her turn on her heels to face me. I ignore all the ways I could claim her as I walk to her, embracing her and planting a small kiss on her cheek.

“It’s all right my flower.” I lower my lips to hers pressing them against hers gently.

She pulls away for a moment, pushing her small hand against my chest and breaking away. I don’t like it. I don’t like her pushing me away at all. That’s not what she’s here for. My heart races in my chest and my body stiffens slightly. I’ll allow it for the moment. Only until she’s comfortable. Only until she fully realizes what this is between us.

“It’s different here,” she says, her voice small.

I stare at her for a moment registering what she’s said. Different? Looking to my left, I take in the open layout of my home. It’s modern and dark. From where we’re standing in the foyer, she’s easily able to see the kitchen and den.

She focuses on the white marble fireplace on the back wall to the right. It’s lined with large rectangles of black slate. Although the stone holds a cold feel to it, the warm coloring of the worn leather loveseat and chair combined with the lush carpet balance out the room.

I watch her face as her eyes skim across the room, taking in the details. Her curiosity makes the corner of my lips kick up into a smile. She obviously approves.

My home is littered with two things, fireplaces because I love the atmosphere created by the cracking of wood in the warm glow of a natural fire, and artifacts from the places I’ve traveled in the last two years. As soon as I could leave my family, I did. And I went as far as away as I could get.

Cigars are my favorite keepsake. There are several boxes, some antiques, hold cigars throughout my home. There are a plethora of maps as well. Mostly hand-drawn that I collected from the places I’ve traveled, mountains I’ve climbed, taverns I’ve explored. The other trinket that I’ve collected a mass number of are weapons. A bow and arrows are showcased in the den. It’s ancient from Greece and one of my favorites. I never used it for fear of breaking it.

Lilly’s eyes widened when she catches sight of it. She blinks several times, as if doing so will make it disappear. My fingers itch to take it off the wall and let her hold it.

She noticeably swallows. I can practically hear her gulp. I know she’s just now registering that she doesn’t really know me. That she signed a contract to be handed over to me, giving me her freedom. And only now is she even beginning to learn who I really am.

I don’t like seeing her fear. Especially since she’s only just gotten here.

“I think you’ll feel better once we discuss things a little more in detail.” I let