Bought (Highest Bidder #1)

by Lauren Landish

But that’s what being a Sub is all about, I tell myself, surrendering all your control and power to another person and letting them take the reins.

I can’t believe I could be bought by someone. Five hundred thousand dollars... or more. The thought is surreal. I’m literally shaking in my heels.

I'm searching for a man of power to take control of me. To help me take control of my past. That’s exactly what I need.

More than the money, I need a Dom who’s going to force me to face my fears. A Dom who’s going to heal me, so I can move on with my life. My blood cools, and I close my eyes. With everything in me, I know that I need this.

Pink - Virgin Cream - Finding limits/BDSM virgin Yellow - Simple bondage D/s Black - Carte blanche Red - Pain is preferred S/M No flower - 24/7 power exchange

A shiver goes down my spine as I think about the way he looked at me. Like he owned me. Like I was his property. I want him. Now. More than that, I crave his lips on mine, his touch on my body. I crave his... domination.

“You think it would make me angry for you to tell me you were reaching your limits?” I shake my head with my lips turned down. “No, I’m happy I have a good understanding of your needs.” I put the cap back on the lotion, satisfied with her aftercare and add, “We suit each other well. I’m very pleased.”

“Don’t forget for even one second, that every time I smack my hand across your ass, it’s because I know you need it.” I nip her bottom lip and then whisper, “Every time I fuck you until you can’t breathe, it’s because I know you want it.”

Fuck! Tears leak from the corners of my eyes. This is different from the other punishments. There’s no pleasure. Red is on the tip of my tongue. But a part of me knows I deserve this. That I need this. Smack! I suck in a sharp, painful breath, parting my lips to tell him what he wants to hear. That I’m broken.

my mind is racing with the knowledge of why she’s just gotten off. Her past and her struggles corrupt every bit of pleasure in my being as she screams out my name. I can’t. I can’t get off on this.

“You don’t want me like that anymore.” “I fucking love you like that. I love fucking you raw and hard and forcing your pleasure.” Her bright eyes finally meet mine again. “Don’t think that I don’t. I want you every way I can have you. I just… couldn’t, knowing.”

I want him as a partner, a boyfriend, whatever he wants to call it. I need more than a Dom. But I think he knows that. Maybe I’m just pretending. Playing house so that I don’t have to believe that I’m just his pet. Just a Submissive he bought at the auction. It feels like so much more though, at least to me.