Highest Bidder Collection (Highest Bidder, #1-4)

by Lauren Landish

She’s earned this. She lied to me.

I’m only doing this for her. She needs this.

“Tell me why you lied to me, treasure,”

I’m never going to get over it if I keep wishing things had turned out differently.

They say any publicity is good publicity, but they’re dead fucking wrong.

It is true

I mean, everyone’s read Fifty Shades, haven’t they?

Years after my traumatic experience, I’d grown up with the desire to be dominated. Which is ironic, because my uncle was never harsh or rough. He held me down, but then I gave up. The things I need to get off are highly specific.

Bruce informs me quietly, turning to me. He watches me with a keen eye, taking in my flushed cheeks and heavy breathing, and an amused smile touches the corner of his lips. “I’m ready to eat.”

Haha

“You’re beautiful, Dahlia.” I turn to face the woman behind me. “These men know what real women look like.”

Treasure. She’s the one. Her gold dress clings to her figure and sparkles

I don’t care how much I have to pay. She's going to be mine.

“Sold! For one point six million.”

“Dahlia, meet your new Dominant, Lucian.”

The urge to pull her close to me takes over, a spark heating between us.

“Just remember to relax and enjoy yourself,” she advises. “A good Dom will make you feel safe in surrendering to him.”

“You’re mine, treasure. To do whatever the fuck I want to do to you.”

I start to worry as she doesn’t say it. She doesn’t give me any indication that she’s close to her limit. She wants this, she’s enjoying the pleasure and pain blending into one, but I’m nearing my own limits. She isn’t a red girl. There was no indication that she preferred pain in the meeting or the pamphlet.

“Good girl,” I whisper against her lips

“Cum for me, treasure,”

Just the mention of dinner made her obviously happy.

I love the look on her face, and I want to keep her satisfied.

perhaps my Dahlia will be happy enough with the s...

I slip my jacket off my shoulders and place it around hers even tho...

You’re perfect in the playroom, treasure,”

cup her chin in my hand and run my thumb along her lower lip.

for you to trust that I know what you need, and that I’ll provide it for you.”

I hold her gaze as we stop at a red light. Waiting for her to acknowledge that.

every time I smack my hand across your ass, it’s because I know you need it.”

“Every time I fuck you until you can’t breathe, it’s because I know you want it.”

“I give you what you want, I respect your needs, I cherish them.”

“Right now, it’s ‘yes, Lucian.’”

Holding the door for me, Lucian gives me a boyish grin

“A bottle of chardonnay to drink, black cod brûlée,” Lucian nods in my direction while passing the menus back,

“and ribeye with goat cheese dipped in Meyer lemon honey mustard.”

“You need to relax, treasure,” he says softly. His eyes are filled with empathy and his concern goes a long way in calming my anxiety.

“You’re so beautiful, do you know that?”

There’s something bothering her though. It was obvious with the way she was hesitating last night. I don’t like it. I don’t like her keeping secrets from me.

I glance down at the small bag at my side, my gift to Lucian. I got him a coffee mug from a gift shop.

Um so she ignored him basically and just to gift him cofffee with his money?

“Sorry isn’t good enough, treasure,”

“Don’t be. I’m here for you.”

“I can give you what you need,”

“I’m going to show you how deserving you are.”

I always want a symbol of my possession around her neck.

“You’re coming back with me, and I want you to stay with me.”

“I’m your Dom. I need to fix this so you can better serve me.”

“Good girl, treasure,”

I stare into her eyes, knowing I want that with her. That fantasy. I need it in my life.

as she cups the back of my head and crushes her lips against mine, I lose control of everything.

I see her beautiful eyes shining with devotion, and I close my own, wanting to deny what’s clearly between us.

I purchased her as a distraction. That’s all this is.