Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,41

makes her look like she’s ready for a red-hot, sexy Christmas. All she’s missing is a red Santa cap.

Carla grins at the slight pain on my face from moving in my seat. She knows exactly where it’s coming from, too. The bitch. “Just fabulous,” I reply, with a blush heating my cheeks. I want to tell her everything, but I’m nervous about the NDA. I should ask Lucian. Or maybe I shouldn’t. …shit. I don’t know what to do.

“If not for the sore ass?” Carla jokes. It’s honestly not that bad. It’s certainly acted as a reminder of who I belong to though.

I scowl at her, but I can only hold it for a second before I laugh. “Shut up! Please.” I have to resist rolling my eyes. “You wouldn’t be talking if you were in my shoes.”

Carla chuckles, shaking her head and then walks in, her heels clicking with each step, and sits down across from me. “Bet you I would. You forget honey, I’m a pro at being a Sub and have had many rough sessions.” She smirks deviously. “Let’s just say my ass can take a heavy pounding.”

I huff out a short chuckle. It’s weird hearing Carla talk like this, even after all this time. I would’ve never guessed she was such a sexual fiend before she revealed her secret to me. I suspect it’s going to take some time before I ever get used to it. If I ever get used to it.

She’s so different here at work in front of others. It’s like two split personalities. But then again, people would probably say the same about me if they knew I was a member of Club X.

“Well?” Carla asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I frown with confusion. “Well what?”

She smacks her hand on the desk. “Details! You said you'd give me details.” She leans forward and places her chin in her palm, greedy for the juicy gossip.

I hesitate. I’m not sure I want to tell her everything, especially the part about me not being able to get off. Part of me is screaming to confide in her. She’s obviously a woman who would understand, right? But no one has ever understood. No one. Not my ex, not my mother. They knew, but they didn’t understand. It’s a problem. It’s the only thing on the tip of my tongue. I want advice. I want help. I take in a short breath, but I can’t say the words.

I try to school my expression and not show the pain that’s squeezing my chest. Everything was perfect yesterday. I should be happy. I should be thrilled to tell her about Lucian. Instead all I can think about is the one moment this morning that was anything but alright.

“Dah?” Carla sounds concerned and my eyes snap to her, shutting down the negative thoughts. “Did he hurt you?” she barely breathes the words, fear evident in her eyes.

“No!” I’m quick to get that thought out of her head. I shake my head as I say, “No, no, it was… unbelievable.” She looks at me for a moment, taking in my expression and posture.

Taking a deep breath, I tell her everything about this past week, except that one moment early this morning.

Carla grins, her chest heaving, her breathing ragged. She doesn’t appear to notice my anxiety and seems to have gotten worked up over my tale. “I’m so glad you liked it. Sounds like Lucian really knows his stuff.” She shakes her head with wonder. “And you safe worded him and everything.”

“Is that bad?” I ask her in a hushed voice. I didn’t want to. I wanted to be perfect for him, but it was just too much. He said it was good though. I really believed him when he told me he wanted me to tell him if I was at my limit.

Carla shakes her head, her eyes shining with a hint of awe and says, “No, it’s good to know each other’s boundaries.”

Her words summon the image of Lucian spanking me, leaving red marks on my ass and my breathing quickens. That. That power. That control. It’s that which I crave above all else.

“My only problem is…” I snap my mouth shut, shocked at how close I came to thinking out loud. Holy fuck. How did I almost tell her? Is that even a boundary? I pick at my nails and look past her and out the window of my little office.

Carla eyes me curiously. “Your only problem is