Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,35

know what you most enjoy, and what would be the best punishments as well.” I walk over to her slowly as she nods her head and looks back at the wall of toys to choose from.

Her fingers gently brush the tails of a whip and I think she’s going to choose it, but instead she moves to a simple paddle. I like both equally, and so I’m fine with that.

I take it from her trembling hands and set it on the bed. The cuffs are already attached to the frame, and the spreader is ready for her, too. I set up everything last night.

“I want to jump into our first session, Dahlia.” Her stance is tense, and her breathing is coming in pants. When I finally get a chance to sink my fingers into her pussy I know she’s going to be soaking wet for me. I can’t fucking wait.

I start unbuckling my belt. And I give her a simple command. “Strip.”

She starts to slowly and sensually remove her clothes, but I haven’t the time for that. I want her too badly to enjoy a tease.

“Faster. I want you naked and ready for me when I come in here. You should be naked and kneeling next to the end of the bed. Go there now.”

Her eyes widen, and she looks away as though she’s embarrassed. As if she’s done something wrong, and I don’t like it. She didn’t know my preferences, so she has no reason to feel self-conscious. Maybe it’s the way I’m being short with her, I’m not certain, but if it is then she’ll learn not to let it bother her. Or else she’ll be miserable for the next few weeks.

She leaves her clothes in a pile on the floor, kicking out of her heels and walking quickly to the end of the bed to kneel.

Her chest rises and falls with each nervous breath. She sits on her heels, moving her knees slightly apart, her hands resting on her thighs. Her head is angled down. She has gorgeous posture for a Submissive. I step out of my clothes, keeping her waiting. The belt buckle falls noisily onto the floor and she jumps slightly, but doesn’t look up. My eyes never leave her, waiting for her reaction.

“Have you used a safe word before?” I ask as I walk over in front of her, stroking my cock as I move. I’m already leaking precum with the need to be inside her hot mouth.

She gulps as she stares at my throbbing cock, forgetting to answer. I light up with the desire to correct her behavior, but she shakes her head and quickly adds, “No, sir.” Although the fire to train her is dimmed by her obedience, I’m still on edge with need.

“Simply put, I’ll test you. I’ll push your boundaries and when I ask you where you are, you’ll answer red for stop, yellow if you’re getting close, or green if we’re in safe territory.”

She finally looks up at me with wide eyes and her lips parted with a question, but she quickly looks back down.

“Ask me,” I tell her, stroking my dick again.

“What if-” she starts, but I interrupt her.

“Look at me when you speak,” I snap out my words and it makes her jolt slightly as she looks up to meet my gaze. Her skin is bright red, and I love it. I love how on edge she is.

“What if you don’t ask?”

I stare at her in wonder for a moment. “I should. But if I don’t, you can speak up at any point.” I crouch down in front of her, taking her chin in my hand and angling her lips closer to mine. “I’ll be looking for your limits. I don’t want to push you over the edge.” Her eyes dart past me and shine with uncertainty, and I’m not quite sure why. I know she’s never had a Dom, so that must be why. She just simply isn’t prepared.

I stand up straight and tell her, “I’m going to show you what I mean.” Her eyes glance at my cock as I stroke it again. Those beautiful hazel eyes are heated with lust. Her fingers dig into her thighs to keep from lifting her hands. She already knows a good bit of what’s expected. I like that. I fucking love that she’s trying to obey. But she’s going to fail at some point, and I can’t wait to discipline her.

“Open,” I give her the simple command and