Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,29

of match this will be already.

Dahlia shakes her head as she says, “No.” Her breathing is coming in shorter and heavier, and I know the reality is setting in.

“No, I’m more than ready for tomorrow to begin. And make sure you pack a bag with your essentials and a change of clothes. You’ll be staying the night.”

Dahlia nods her head as she says, “I understand, sir.” Her voice is small and her words barely more than a whisper.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at six fifteen,” I tell her as I stand and fasten the middle button of my jacket and then slip my mask into place.

“Yes, sir.” Those sweet words stay with me for the rest of the night. The soft sounds of her submission from those plump lips are all I can think about. Tomorrow. Six fifteen can’t get here fast enough.

Chapter 10

Dahlia

“Lucian,” I announce to Carla. “Lucian Stone. That’s who bought me.”

I’m leaning against a clothes rack, standing in the fashion workroom on the third floor early the next morning, organizing Debra’s designs for an upcoming fashion show. I really want my coffee, but I’m so anxious I’m scared to drink any more caffeine in fear it will make me a jittery mess. I’m still in disbelief over the amount of money Lucian paid for me. 1.6 million. Jesus. It doesn’t seem real.

But it won’t be 1.6 million after Club X takes its cut, and after taxes. In the end, I’ll probably end up with less than five hundred thousand. Still a fuckton though. And it'll go a long way in getting a head start in life. I’m definitely not complaining.

I turn to look at Carla, wanting to read her facial expression for any kind of reaction, but she has her back turned to me.

She’s putting the edgy outfits in their respective categories with ease, but I can hardly stay on my feet. I’m so exhausted. I was up all night, tossing and turning, consumed with thoughts of Lucian and reliving the events of the auction in my head. All I could think about was how gorgeous he was, with his dirty blond hair, chiseled jawline and that brooding, yet intense expression that made me feel like I was burning up inside while on stage and back in Madam Lynn’s office.

Being up close to him had been even more intense. He radiated such power and a sort of mystery that made me hungry to know more about him. Even the way he spoke, with a deep growling voice throbbing with authority, filled me with sexual desire and made me want to fall to my knees and please him right then and there.

I remember the title he made me call him.

Sir.

A shiver goes down my spine as I think about the way he looked at me. Like he owned me. Like I was his property. I want him. Now. More than that, I crave his lips on mine, his touch on my body. I crave his... domination. I can picture him now, thrusting his chiseled hips against my ass, pushing every inch of his big fat cock inside of me as he wraps his powerful hands around my neck and makes me beg for more. The raw image flashing in front of my eyes makes my nipples harden, my core heat with desire, and my body tremble with anticipation.

I can’t wait for our first meeting.

Six fifteen, I tell myself, sucking in a deep breath and pushing away the naughty images. I just have to make it until then. Then I’ll be all his.

Carla slips a glittery red halter top on a rack, the clinking of the hanger snapping me back to the present, and then turns to face me, her face twisting into a puzzled expression. “Lucian Stone,” she murmurs, tapping her index finger against her lips thoughtfully. It’s weird to see her dressed conservatively today, in a black pantsuit and hair pulled into a ponytail, a far cry from the slutty outfit she had on last night. I’m struck once again by her ability to live this double life. Looking at her, you would never guess that she was into being someone’s Submissive for pleasure. “Hmm,” she says, closing her eyes, and repeating his name over and over to jog her memory.

Her eyes pop open a moment later and she frowns at me, causing my throat to drop into my stomach. “I’m sorry, Dah,” she admits, shaking her head regretfully. “But I’ve never heard of this guy.”

My mouth falls