Highest Bidder Collection

by Lauren Landish

  My heart seems to pound harder with each step, and by the time I reach the doors, I’m out of breath. I can’t stop trembling. I’m filled with anxiety over what’s to be my first sexual encounter in years. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man, and the last few encounters only left me feeling disappointed and let down. A part of me is afraid this will end up being no different.

  Outside, a Rolls Royce with tinted windows is waiting for me by the sidewalk. The driver is leaning against the car and immediately pushes off and straightens his shoulders when he sees me. I don’t even have to guess whose car it is.

  I place my hand on the cool silver handles of the glass double doors, steadying myself, my legs feeling 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 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 she obeys, opening her mouth and breathing huskily as I put the head of my dick up to her mouth.

  Fuck, she looks gorgeous. She bends her head forward, but I shake my head no and she quickly moves back to her previous position.

  “Open wider,” I tell her and she does her best, widening her jaw for me as I ease my dick in past her lips. I spear my fingers through her hair and push myself in deeper. Her tongue massages the underside of my dick as I push in even farther. Her cheeks hollow as I fist her hair and move her up and down my length. She moans, and the vibrations makes my dick stir with need and my toes dig into the carpet.

  I shove my dick into the back of her throat, feeling it close tightly around the head as she tries to swallow it. I don’t pull back, instead I push in even deeper, watching as her eyes water and she struggles to take my short shallow pumps. She feels too good and the sight of her makes me want to cum this very second, but I’m not going to let that happen. Not yet.

  Her fingers dig into her thighs and her throat tries to swallow me again, feeling like fucking heaven, but I know she’s at her limit and I pull back. My hand is still fisted in her hair as she takes in a breath. As she inhales, I reach down and push my fingers between her thighs. She’s fucking drenched.

  “Go lie on the bed,” I say and stroke my dick as she scrambles to do as she's told, still taking in deep breaths and wiping the spit away from her mouth.

  She lies in the center of the bed with her hands at her sides. I crawl on top of her and straddle her waist, picking up one wrist and strapping her to one of the leather cuffs attached to the bed, and then securing the other wrist.

  “Safe word,” I say and watch her expression as I latch the buckle and test out the restriction on her wrists.

  “Green,” she answers quickly and confidently.

  I crawl down her body and pull her down with me, sliding her along the sheets until her arms are stretched. She looks beautiful like this. Her pale rose nipples are pebbled and I lean down, sucking one into my mouth out of pure temptation. My fingers trail along the dip in her waist, testing her. Simply playing with her body for my enjoyment, and to test how reactive she is. She’s quite responsive, which I enjoy, although I know many Doms don’t. I’m grateful they haven’t had a chance to taint her with their preferences.

  I reach to the far end of the bed and attach the spreader to her right ankle. I look up her body and to her face to gauge her reaction as I attach her left ankle and snap the steel spreader open, widening her legs so she’s completely exposed to me.

  She sucks in a breath, and her glistening pussy clenches around nothing. She’s completely helpless as I flip the spreader bar over, making her squeal as her arms cross and she lies on her belly. She breathes heavily into the pillow as I crawl up her body, leaving small open-mouth kisses up her sensitive skin and continuing playing with her. I finally reach her neck, and I graze my teeth along her skin and then nip her bottom lip.

  She moans in the hot air between us.

  “You’re mine, treasure. To do whatever the fuck I want to do to you.” I bite down on her earlobe and my dick presses into her side as she moans. “Is that what you want?” I ask her.

  “Yes,” she breathes the answer with lust and I bring my hand down hard on her ass. “Sir!” she’s quick to yell out.

  I chuckle as I sit up and flip her back over onto her ass with the flick of my wrist as I hold the spreader bar. I bring it closer to the headboard, folding her in on herself and attaching the locks to her ankles, so she’s completely bared to me and unable to move.

  Fuck, she looks so goddamn beautiful. Her breathing is the only thing I can hear as I shove two thick fingers into her tight cunt.

  “Safe word,” I ask her as I curl my fingers and roughly finger fuck her over and over.

  “Green,” she yells out desperately. She likes it rough; the harder and more forceful I am, the more her skin flushes and the sweeter the sounds are spilling from her lips.

  I pull my fingers out and hold them up to my lips, taking a taste of her. I close my eyes and groan at the sweet flavor. I suck them clean as she watches me closely. I had intended to make her do it, but the heated look in her eyes as she watches my primal needs is addicting.

  I grab her ass and move her slightly before lining my dick up with her pussy. I don’t ask, and I don’t give her any more warning than that before I slam my dick deep inside of her, the cuff buckles clanging against the frame of the bed and her scream of pleasure filling the room.

  I don’t give her time to adjust. Instead I fuck her savagely, taking everything I want from her. My blunt fingernails dig into the flesh of her ass as I groan out in an even voice I don’t recognize, “Safe word.”

  “Green,” she moans, arching her back. I move my hands to the small of her back and fuck her harder and deeper. She never shows any sign that it’s too much as I hammer my hips against hers.

  I lean forward and growl into the crook of her neck, “I wanna feel your tight pussy pop on my dick.” I piston my hips over and over as she screams my name. She shouldn’t be using my name in this room. But I don’t have it in me to correct her. I’m too lost in pleasure and focused on finding her limits. “Now,” I say and then bite down on her shoulder.

  Fuck!

  Her hot cunt spasms around my dick, practically choking it as I ride through her orgasm. I feel my balls draw up, and I have to pull out before I cum.

  I gently rub her clit in circular motions, drawing out her release as I catch my breath.

  Her chest and cheeks are a bright red, and her legs are shaking uncontrollably with pleasure. She fucking loves this.

  I pull away and watch her calm, still bound to the bed. So far everything’s going just as I wanted. She hasn’t disappointed me in the least.

  “When’s the last time you’ve been fucked in your ass?” I ask her as I reach for the bottle of lube behind me. Her pussy is soaked, and there’s a good bit of her arousal and cum on my dick that’s leaked down to her ass, but I need to make sure I don’t hurt her.

  “A while,” she whispers, her breath still coming in ragged pants. She gasps as I gently prod her ass, spreading the lube over her tight ring.

  I gently push my middle finger in, and she pushes back. I fucking love that I won’t have to work her ass up for me. I want her now. I want to cum in her ass right now.

  Fuck, yes. My dick is aching with the need to be buried inside her again. I pump another finger into her ass and watch as she writhes on the bed.

  That’s all I need, I can’t take any more.

  “Yes,” I hiss with pleasure as I sink deep into her ass and she claws at the cuffs around her wrists. I don’t stop my slow thrust until I feel her ass completely surround my dick.

  “Safe word?” I ask her from deep in my chest.

  She’s quiet with her head thrashing as she tries to stretch and get accustomed to my girth.

  I pull out slowly, with a hint of a smile on my face, although I can’t let her know. I’m hitting everything I wanted to with ease. And now I get to punish her.

  She breathes heavily as I pull out of her and grab the spreader bar with my left hand, angling her so I have a better view of her ass cheek and pick up the paddle with my right.

  Whack!

  Her body bucks at the blow, but I have the spreader firm
in my grasp and I’m not letting her move an inch.

  “You need to answer me the second I ask you a question, Dahlia.”

  “Green,” she says with nothing but lust in her voice, but it’s too late. She needs to be punished.

  I spank her ass with the paddle again, watching her jump slightly and pull against the binds, but it’s useless. Whack! Whack! Whack! I smack the paddle against her reddened flesh over and over. “Safe word?” I ask her loudly so she can hear me over her gasps.

  “Green!” she screams out, exposing her throat as she arches her neck. Whack! I smack the paddle flat across her ass harder than before, and she draws in a sharp breath. Whack! Whack! Her mouth opens in a silent “O” and I know the endorphins are finally running through her, making everything hotter and more pleasurable and intense.

  “Safe word?” I ask her as I gently press my palm to her hot skin.

  “Green,” she moans softly with her brow scrunched. Good girl.

  “You’ll answer me the first time I ask you now, won’t you?” I say as I debate on giving her another round to get more endorphins flowing.

  “Yes, sir,” she says breathlessly. Her nipples are pebbled and her words coated in lust.

  I toss the paddle behind me, she doesn’t need any more, and line my dick up. I’m not gentle as I slam into her tight asshole.

  “Ah!” she screams out as I hammer into her. My hands grip her thighs as I pump my hips, watching her face for cues. She feels so fucking good. I knew it. I knew she’d feel like this.

  I almost get lost in pleasure, but I can’t just cum yet.

  I fuck her ass harder and harder, the buckles of the cuffs clinking, the feet of the bed slamming on the ground and her strangled cries of pleasure fueling me to continue. It’s a near violent and relentless pace, and I watch her face, waiting for the limit. I know she’s going to need to say it. I need to hear her. I need to know I can trust her to tell me when it’s too much.

  I angle my hips and shove my thick cock all the way into her ass, my fingers digging into her ankles as I push into her to the hilt, filling her ass and making her scream. She pants out her breaths and tries to struggle against me, but it’s useless. I hammer into her, pistoning my hips, pushing further on the side of pain.