Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,34

like they’re going to buckle. Another few minutes and I’ll be running late. I need to get out there, but I have the sudden urge to run away.

I can do this. Everything is going to be okay.

Taking a deep, calming breath, I swing open the doors and walk outside.

Chapter 11

Lucian

I loosen my tie as I finally get to my penthouse. She should be here any minute. I wanted to be in the car with Joseph when he picked her up, but work took priority. Besides, we can discuss matters in the playroom. Quickly.

I’m ready to feel that tight pussy milking my cock. I couldn’t even sleep last night I was so fucking hard for her. The last hours of work nearly killed me. I sigh heavily and toss my tie onto the large circular table in the front hall. Now that I’m home, she’ll be able to relieve my stress.

Just knowing that simple fact makes every muscle in my body relax. As if on cue, I hear Joseph’s footsteps and her heels walking down the hall.

I don’t wait for him to enter. I shrug off my jacket, leaving it on the front table with my tie and open the door myself. Joseph’s walking behind Miss Days as he looks up and answers, “Ah, here he is now. Mr. Stone,” he greets me.

Dahlia’s stopped and looks back at me with widened eyes, staring at me with a mix of fear and lust. Perfect.

Joseph brings in the duffel bag he's carrying and sets it down in the foyer. He’s a quiet man. He doesn’t ask unnecessary questions, and that’s why I like him.

“Thank you Mr. Brennan, that’s all for today.”

“Good day,” he says then nods his head and turns to leave. I’m not usually so short with him. But right now I have one thing on my mind.

“Mr.… sir,” Dahlia corrects herself and blinks several times, still not sure what to say or what name to use. An asymmetric smirk forms on my face. She looks gorgeous. Her hair is styled into loose waves and resting over her shoulders, covering her breasts. Her blouse is baggy, and hides her figure. It’s fashionable, but it needs to come off. It would look far better on the floor than on my treasure.

“Come in, Dahlia,” I say barely above a murmur, stepping back and opening the door wider.

She nods, and noticeably swallows. I wait patiently as she walks in slowly. I know she’s timid, but that’s going to change quickly. I’m going to enjoy the transition.

I stop her, with my hand on her waist and lean out slightly to show her the keypad on the outside of the door. “You’ll come here every day, and Mr. Brennan will get you up the stairs,” she turns and stares down the hallway to the elevator, “and here you’ll enter in a code specifically for you so you can wait for me.” I’ve already set in her code. “It’ll only be active from six thirty to seven, so don’t be late.”

She nods her head and says, “Yes sir.”

Good girl. I place my hand on the small of her back, shutting the door and leading her out of the front room and straight to the stairs. She’s glancing around and taking it all in, but I have no intention of showing her anything other than the playroom today. Well, and the guest room later tonight since I know I’ll be needing her in the morning.

I’m rushing her and I know that I am, but I need to get this first part out of the way and over with. We’ve wasted nearly an entire day, and I’m eager to start her training.

As I lead her up the stairs she walks with her head down, and her breathing comes in heavier.

“I want you to wait for me in this room,” I say as I get to the second door on the left. She stands patiently as I open the door.

I wait for her to enter, letting her curiosity lead her in. Her steps are slow and hesitant, but she walks into the room and takes everything in. Her own desire leads her to the bed in the center of the room, her fingers running along the comforter.

I close the door as quietly as possible and watch as she walks over to the row of whips and punishment tools.

“Pick one.” My command startles her as she gasps and turns around. Her slightly frightened look only makes me want her more.

“I want to