Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,46

screaming at me to move.

“Are you going to listen, my treasure?”

“Yes,” I say weakly, my limbs trembling with need, resisting the urge to angle my pussy as his fingers barely touch my throbbing clit. I’m so close.

Lucian strokes several fingers against my G-spot, nearly fisting me and causing me to gasp and white lights to dance in my vision. “Yes what?”

“Yes, sir!” I yell as my body threatens to fall over the high cliff of pleasure.

Smack! Smack!! The relentless smacks continue, and the pain turns to something else. Instead of moving away, I find my body eager for the next. Smack! Smack!

He slaps the riding crop against my ass again and I cry out once more. I feel pressure building inside of my core. I’m going to cum all over his fucking fingers if he keeps this up. My cheeks burn with embarrassment at how much I want his punishment. How much I crave and need it.

Suddenly, Lucian’s hands are gone from my pussy and disappointment flows through my body. I was so close. I’m breathless, and my body weak with need and exhaustion.

“Your punishment is over,” Lucian declares, making me even more upset. My heart tightens, and I find myself feeling unstable and weak. My ass hurts as he shifts his position.

I have the urge to protest, my lips parting, but nothing coming out. This was my punishment. I knew I should have been still. I should have controlled it. I close my eyes and try to ignore how upset I am.

“Thank you,” I say, trying to keep my voice neutral and hide my disappointment.

“Thank you what?” he asks menacingly.

“Sir!” I say quickly. “Thank you, sir.”

He’s suddenly pressed against me, his breath hot on my neck. Behind me, I can feel his hard cock pressing up against my sore ass through his silk slacks. My pussy pulses in tandem with the blood that’s pumping through his huge dick. “Good girl,” he whispers in my ear, his hand snaking around my waist and up my chest to clamp down on a hard nipple. “Now when I tell you to be still, will you be still?”

I hold in a moan as he gently pinches my nipple to the point that a gasp is forced from me. The sensation is directly linked to my throbbing clit. And again I feel on edge. “Yes, sir,” I whisper, immediately turned on again, and nodding my head.

He gently kisses my shoulder and strokes my back. “You will, treasure.” He releases me and gets up off the bed and frustration laces through me. I feel cheated somewhat. I want him back.

Keeping my expression neutral, I watch as he walks over to the corner and grabs my clothes out of the chair.

“Is this all you have?” he asks, looking down at the black skirt and cream blouse I’d worn on the way over and examining it.

Anxiety courses through me. I know they’re not the most expensive clothes, but it’s the best outfit I have.

Not knowing what to say, I give him a slight nod.

“When I ask a question,” he growls, narrowing his eyes slightly at me, “I expect a verbal response.”

I force it from my lips. “Yes, sir.”

He looks down at the pile again and I can tell he’s not pleased. A feeling of worthlessness touches my chest. I don’t know why, but his disdain for my clothes makes me feel like shit. Like I’m not good enough. I hate it.

“It will have to do,” Lucian says. “For tonight only. But after today, I’ll need the sizes you wear so you’ll be prepared for next time.”

My face crinkles in confusion. He told me to be naked.

“We’re going out, treasure,” Lucian announces, tossing my outfit down the chair and moving his hands to the belt wrapped around his waist. He begins walking over to the bed while undoing his belt, his eyes on me, burning with an intensity that causes my skin to prickle. He gets his belt off and tosses it to the side, and then he pulls his slacks down around his ass, gripping his massive, swollen, throbbing cock in his hand and stroking it as he moves forward.

“But first things first,” he growls, as he climbs onto the bed behind me, lines his huge dick up with my pussy… And plunges it deep inside with enough force to make me cry out.

Chapter 15

Lucian

Dahlia’s blouse is loose on her and the wind blows it easily, pressing the thin fabric against her skin. The night is bitter