Sold (Highest Bidder, #2)

by Lauren Landish

Never her ankle though. I’ll never wrap anything around her ankle.

Murder. Vengeance. I needed the man who killed her dead.

I want someone who needs me. I’m desperate for it.

I want to trust someone to take me as their Slave,

Katty93: I want to be submissive. I want to feel protected and cherished.

I don’t want a Dom. I want a Master. There’s a difference and I know what I want. I want him to rule over me. But to do it justly. The way it’s fantasized about. Where I’m cherished and safe and protected and his everything and he’s mine too. I want it to be real.

I want to feel the safety they’re feeling. The pleasure of being rewarded and cherished.

My kitten is finally here.

An abuser is not a Master.

Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.

If you choose to be marked by your Master, you will never tighten your body when you are being whipped, caned, cropped, slapped, paddled, belted, spanked, or anally or vaginally fucked. I want to see your flesh squirm and when you tighten your body, it hurts more. You will be proud to wear the marks I give you.

In my bondage, you will be made free. In submission you will find your true self.

I’m strong. I’m healthy. I’m healed.

I think I only crave it so much because after he’s done, he holds me, soothing my pain and then fucks me, giving me intense pleasure and showing that he forgives me.

My owner. My Master.

Scars that now have a different memory.

“I’d say a Master is a good thing. A Master is a savior.”

“You don’t fucking own me!”

“It means loving someone so strongly that your life revolves around them. That every action is made with their wellbeing in mind. Their happiness is yours. Their pleasure is yours. Their life is yours. And the opposite is true for them.”

Isaac is my heart and soul. My Master.

One truth I’ll never deny is this: I’m more of a Slave to her than she ever was, or will be, to me.