Highest Bidder Collection

by Lauren Landish

  “For now, I’ll allow you to be clothed.” I talk softly, my words gentle and caressing. Calming her. “It’ll be your first privilege that I’ll take away. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she responds immediately. She’s falling into character, so to speak. Remembering how we were inside of the dungeon of Club X. That’s most likely what it was to her, an act, a character she was playing. But now it’s real life. When she’s done playing but realizes she can escape, that’s when I’ll see the real her. The piece that she’s kept hidden from me while we played.

  “If you disobey me again, then you’ll be whipped.” Her head falls back slightly at my words, her chest rising with a quickening breath. Again this turns her on, she’s used to me giving her pleasure with the whippings. But there’s no pleasure and punishment here. She has yet to go through a true punishment.

  “Yes, Sir.” I take her coat from the crook of her arm and set it on the foyer table behind me, before returning back to her. She stands obediently, her hands clasped, waiting for me to give her a command. This is the way she should have been from the start. Waiting and ready for me. That’s how she’ll always be in this house. I just need to train her.

  I step closer to her, standing in front of her but not touching. Her fingers twitch, but she stays still. “The third punishment is orgasm denial.” I smirk at her as her eyes widen in surprise. “That’s something you’ve yet to experience, isn’t it?”

  “Yes sir... May I ask a question?” She’s hesitant and I can understand why, but I need her to know that she can always talk to me. There may be consequences if she speaks to me disrespectfully. But I always want to know what she has to say.

  “While you’re here you can speak freely. So long as you address me properly.”

  “How long?” I smile broadly at her question, holding back my laughter. My greedy little flower. My reaction makes her smile, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

  “Are you already planning on getting into trouble,” I tease her, my middle finger now running up and down her throat.

  “No, sir.” There’s still the trace of a smile on her lips.

  “Are you so certain that you’re going to displease me?” I ask her, my finger pausing on her soft skin.

  She takes a moment to swallow before answering again, “no, Sir.”

  “Your punishment will fit the crime. So the length of your denial depends on what you do.”

  I have to tell her about the cage. These punishments are for minimal offenses. If she does something out of character. Something to intentionally upset me or disrespect me, then that’s where she’ll stay. I’ve seen the way she looks at the cages in the dungeon. The one i have for her is larger. There’s curiosity behind her eyes, but it truly is a punishment. Both for her and for me. My hope is that I’ll never have to use it, although I imagine with her curiosity she may ask me if she can go in, just to see what it’s like. Just to tease me with her being unavailable.

  “We have a lot to discuss.” I splay my hand on her back, leading her away from the front door and further into my house, her new home for the next month. “Come. Let me show you your room.”

  Chapter 15

  Lilly

  Luxury.

  It’s the only way I can describe my bedroom when I step inside with Joseph at my side, his eyes on my face, watching for my reaction.

  I don’t disappoint him. My jaw nearly drops to the floor as I survey the room, my breath catching in my throat.

  An amused grin curls the corner of Joseph’s lips as he eyes my stunned look. He knows I’m floored by his impressive wealth and he’s enjoying every second of it.

  Pure, unadulterated luxury.

  Seriously, I can hardly believe this will be my bedroom. The rest of the house is amazing and I can’t wait to explore it all, but this…. I shake my head. This is absolutely gorgeous.

  I press a hand to my chest. This room is the stuff dreams are made of. It’s large and spacious, contemporary, urban and chic, all in one. The walls are lined with an intricate high-gloss gray paisley wallpaper that literally takes my breath away and soft lush white carpet that looks and feels like a mink fur coat. I kick my heels off as I let it all sink in.

  As I move across the floor, my feet are enveloped by the soft carpet and a soft sigh escapes my lips at the caress of it against my skin. It feels so good to walk on it. I’ve never felt anything like it.

  A large king size bed with a canopy lies at the back wall, the soft white gossamer curtains billowing out from the gentle air circulating around the room. Above it, is a tray ceiling painted a pale blue and a diamond chandelier in the very center.

  Directly across from the bed lies an exquisitely shaped white hearth over a grey marble fireplace, a large white recliner sitting in front of it, adorned with pale blue throw pillows.

  I spin around, taking in everything, the crown molding, the expensive finish of every piece of architect in the room. With all the white, It really looks like a place of purity. Sweet innocence.

  Like my virginity.

  I try to push the unwanted thought away, not wanting to think about what the cost of the contract entails.

  Then I see them. The toys. I shake my head. I must be imagining things.

  I close my eyes, and then pop them open. Nope. Still there. I don’t know how I didn’t see them before, but now that I have, I can’t unsee them.

  They’re all the color of the room, white and grey, so I guess they blended into the background. But not now. Now, it’s all I see.

  There are white whips hanging off the end of the bed frame, white riding crops on the wall along with large foreign objects that make me shudder at the thought of what they’re used for. I start to walk to them, my hand at my throat, and as I do, I hear and feel Joseph walking behind me. I can hardly breathe. I stop in my tracks, lowering my head and just trying to breathe. This is why I’m here.

  I lift my eyes and nearly laugh.

  There’s even a white cage in the corner of the room and a white bench with white leather straps.

  I stare in disbelief, wondering how my eyes could have deceived me so. Here I am, enraptured in the upscale beauty of the room, when it’s a Goddamn torture chamber! A very nice, plush comfortable-looking one, but a torture chamber nonetheless.

  Anxiety twists my stomach as I stare at these objects, knowing what they’ll be used for. How the hell did I get myself into this?

  I look over at Joseph and see his eyes on me. He hasn’t said a word since we’ve walked into the room, content on watching my every move and expression as if trying to read my mind.

  I part my lips to ask something, but then close them, my legs feeling weak. I don’t trust myself to speak yet.

  To hide my anxiety, I walk over to the closet and open it. It’s pitch dark inside and I have to search around for the light switch.

  Once again, I have to keep my jaw off the floor.

  Fuck. The closet is huge. It has its own island and tons and tons of space. It’s the kind of closet that every girl dreams about. With a ton of rack space to dump the latest trendy pumps on. But I’m surprised to see it mostly stuffed with feminine clothing; corsets, silk and lace lingerie. It looks like they’re all my size too.

  After a moment, I turn off the light and leave the closet, walking back into the bedroom. Feeling stunned.

  Joseph is standing there where I left him, his eyes on me. My heart skips a beat at the hunger I see in them. A growing sense of dread rises from the pit of my stomach. I know what that look means. And I know what I haven’t told him.

  “This is beautiful,” I say quietly, trying to keep my voice steady, not wanting to betray the anxiety that is twisting my stomach.

  An amused twinkle glints in his eyes. “I thought you might like it,” he murmurs, his voice husky and confident.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever stayed in such a nice room before,” I say, and then jokingly add, “minus, the whips, chains and cage of course.”

&nbs
p; Joseph huffs out an amused chuckle. “Those will have no effect on how well you sleep in that bed. You will find it quite soft, actually.” For the first time, he takes his eyes off my face, casting a quick glance over to the corner of the room where the white cage is. “But if you disobey me…” his voice trails off but I know what he means. It’s almost like he’s itching to see me in the cage.

  I slightly shudder, my nipples pebbling. A part of me thinks I would like the cage, I’m turned on by it, if only for a little while, an hour, maybe two, but definitely not for anything longer than that. The thought of being in it for more than several hours, absolutely terrifies me.

  I clasp my hands in front of my dress, swinging my shoulders back and forth, trying to shake the nervousness that keeps running through my limbs.

  Joseph steps forward, sensing my emotions, stopping a few feet from me. He reaches out and places a hand on my shoulder, halting my rocking. I almost groan at his touch, feeling small shocks where his skin touches mine.

  Fuck, what this man does to me.

  Up close, I’m enveloped by his masculine scent and it calms me, if only slightly. Jesus, I love how he smells.

  “What’s wrong, flower?” he asks me with concern.

  I look into his eyes and my heart flips. The hunger is still there, and it’s enough to make my skin prick, my cheeks burning red. I know that it won’t be long before that hunger will demand to be sated. I just need to...I swallow thickly. I need to tell him. I know it’s going to happen soon.

  “Can tonight be different?” I blurt out, my heart skipping a beat and then starting to race.

  Joseph’s eyes never leave my face. “Can what be different?” his voice sounds so deep and low.

  My forehead crinkles as I frown. Is he toying with me? He has to know what I mean with the way he’s been looking at me since I’ve got here and that giant bulge in his pants that he’s done little to hide.

  My cheeks still burning, I gesture at the king-sized luxurious bed. “Uh, you know.”

  His eyes web as a grin plays across his chiseled jawline. “No, in fact I don’t.”

  Okay. Now I know he’s toying with me.

  I shake my head. “I just always thought... it’s silly...but I’ve always been...” I search for a way to say what I want without giving myself away. “I’d like this to be outside our contract? I just…can we just pretend I’m not your slave for the first time?”

  Joseph shakes his head firmly and my heart falls into my stomach. “I don’t pretend Lilly.”

  I search his face for some sign of softening, but his jaw is firm. I don’t think I’ll convince him. My heart races in my chest. All the ways I’ve imagined him fucking me have been ruthless. But right now, I don’t want that.

  “Can you be gentle at first?” I ask hopefully. “Just for tonight.”

  I see amusement flash in his eyes, but his expression remains flat. “That’s not in my nature.”

  It’s hard to keep my face steady as I look at him and my knees from shaking. I don’t know what I should do.

  I’ve never had sex before, but now I’m supposed to be able to endure a man his size, who’s going to fuck me like a wild animal?

  Holy fuck.

  I’m just as scared as I am turned on.

  More than that I’m uncertain. I’m about to give away my virginity to a man I’ve hardly known for more than a few days. The realization nearly makes my head spin.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  My next words come out small and tiny sounding. “Is it going to hurt?”

  God, I sound so fucking naive, but I can’t help myself. I’m terrified.

  Joseph reaches out gently cupping my cheek. “The only pain I give you will be followed by pleasure.”

  Oh God. Yes.

  I close my eyes, shuddering, hoping to find the strength to endure what’s to come. I hear him as he takes a step closer, pushing me with him until the back of my knees hit the bed.

  You could always end this, says that annoying voice. You could just walk away right now.

  I don’t get to answer it.

  I feel Joseph move closer, invading my private space and pressing his hard body up against me. I want him. I’ve never known anything else to be as true as that single fact.

  Fuck. I feel his hard cock pressing up against my hip.

  And damn. It feels SO big. I take an unsteady breath. It’s happening.

  His hot lips suddenly press against mine, sending electricity shooting through every one of my nerve endings. I tilt my head back, my lips parting in a sigh, my nipples hardening and my pussy heating with need. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt and I feel like I’m being turned into pure liquid honey, ready to melt into him.

  “You want me, Lilly?” Joseph stops kissing me to murmur, his hot breath scorching my neck.

  I groan, wanting his lips back on me, not wanting the sensation to end. “Yes, Sir.” I moan. “Please, Sir.”

  Even though his lips are at my neck, I can feel his grin, along with his throbbing cock, pressing against my pussy.

  “Good girl,” he whispers.

  I swallow thickly as he unzips the back of my dress slowly. I can hardly breathe as his hot breath sends chills down my body, his fingers brushing against my shoulders as he pushes my dress down my waist and over my ass. It falls into a pool that my feet.

  His fingers tickle around my hips. I knew better than to wear undergarments. I only packed a few for the entire month although I’m not sure he’ll ever let me wear them.

  He leaves an open mouth kiss on the front of my throat, humming with satisfaction as his fingers move to my pussy. I stand still, waiting for any direction he’s willing to give me. I can hear the words at the tip of my tongue begging for me to say them. Please go gentle with me. I’ve never done this before. But instead I say nothing as he grabs my hips and lifts me onto the bed.

  A startled gasp is ripped from my throat as my back hits the mattress. My heart races in my chest, beating uncontrollably. I glance up to see him unbuttoning his top button and pulling his dress shirt over his head. His muscles ripple in the soft light.

  Holy fuck.

  I can’t take my eyes off of him as his deft fingers unbuckle his belt, and then the button of his pants. He slowly unzips the slacks, pushing them to the floor and stepping out of them along with his boxers. The only thing I can hear is my hammering heart. I lay as still as I can on top of the bedding. I need to tell him I’m a virgin. But I can’t, the words refuse to come out.

  He crawls onto the bed and hovers over me. His bulking shoulders making him even more intimidating than usual. The look in his eyes freezes my body. Possession. Power radiates from his very being. He owns me. It’s never been more clear to me that in this very moment. He. Owns. Me.

  “Spread your legs for me.” His voice is soft as he commands me, and then he gently kisses the edge of my jaw, trailing kisses towards my ear and down my neck. I do as he says, spreading my legs as far as I can. He moves between my thighs, his fingers cupping my pussy once again.

  I’m soaking wet, shamelessly soaked for him.

  He lays his body so close to mine. Only centimeters away. His forearm to the right of my head bracing him as he strokes his cock, and gently pushes the head through my folds.

  Tell him! I scream inside my head.

  My body heats and begs me to move. I don’t. I lay perfectly still, waiting for him to take from me one thing I can never get back. I’ve committed to it. Fuck, I hope he can’t tell.

  “Are you ready for me, Lilly?” He asked with a different tone in his voice. Something I don’t recognize. I nod my head quickly, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Are you ready to give me your virginity?”

  Shock paralyzes me for a moment. My mouth opens and closes, nothing coming out. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck, giving me a moment to realize what he’s said. I still can’t respond when he kisses me sweetly on the lips. My eyes refuse to close.

>   “Tell me,” he kisses me again before moving away from me slightly, to rest his thumb on my bottom lip. “You’re ready for me?” he asks me, his eyes moving from my lips to mine. I can’t deny the want reflected back at me. The pure desire. I not my head once and with that simple response, the powerful man towering above me closes his eyes and groans as though I’m torturing him.

  “Answer me.” He says simply, his eyes still closed as his dick presses into my entrance.

  “Yes, Sir.” At my answer, he slams into me with a forceful thrust that makes my back bow and my neck arch, pushing my head into the mattress. I instinctively reach for him, my nails dig into his back. A silent scream falls from my lips. It feels like a pinch. A hard fucking pinch followed by stinging pain.

  He stays buried deep inside of me, my tight walls refusing to adjust to his thick girth. It hurts! A stinging pain refuses to dim as he stretches me. My eyes closed tight and my forehead pinches. Willing the pain away.

  He shushes me in the crook of my neck. His hand gently stroking the curve of my waist as he stays deep inside of me. I want to writhe under him and move away, but he holds me still, planting soft kisses down my neck to my collarbone and then back up my throat. Tears prick my eyes, I didn’t think it would hurt like this. My heart isn’t even moving. My body is so still, so paralyzed with the shocking pain. Joseph puts his hand between us and rubs my clit as he kisses me.

  The sensation quickly morphs into something else. My body relaxes slowly and then tightens as my pussy heats and the tingling stirs in the pit of my stomach. I finally swallow, feeling my muscles ease and the pleasure increasing as the pressure builds.

  “Does that feel good, my flower?” Joseph asks me in a low voice. I can only moan an answer at first. His hand moves from my clit as he pulls out of me slightly before pushing all the way back in. Fuck! My legs wrap around his waist and ankles crossing and digging into his ass. When he moves. Oh God, when he moves. My sensitive nipples rub against his chest. I need more.

  “Yes.” I answer in a mere whisper as he pumps his hips again. And then again. Each time he brushes against my clit. The sensation becomes nearly overwhelming. Oh fuck yes. This is what I thought it’d be like. My body heats with a cold sweat breaking out along my skin. It’s too much. I can’t… I can’t.