Bought: Highest Bidder(14)

"Ask me, Dahlia," I tell her. "If you have a question, I'm the one you need to ask. No one else."

"Sir?" she asks with those sweet hazel eyes peering up at me, filled with vulnerability. "Do I call you sir?"

My dick is harder than it's ever been in my entire fucking life. "Yes, treasure. You will call me sir."

She starts to ask another question, but then pauses for a moment and licks her lips. "Always?" she asks.

I shake my head gently. "In this club and when we're playing, but if I  take you out, then no, I don't want you to call me sir." She nods her  head, accepting what I've told her as I let my own words settle. Take  her out. When would I fucking do that?

"Any last questions for either party?" Madam Lynn asks. She looks  between the two of us, but her eyes linger on Dahlia. She's seen many of  these auctions; I'm sure she's made up in her mind what type of match  this will be already.

Dahlia shakes her head as she says, "No." Her breathing is coming in shorter and heavier, and I know the reality is setting in.

"No, I'm more than ready for tomorrow to begin. And make sure you pack a  bag with your essentials and a change of clothes. You'll be staying the  night."

Dahlia nods her head as she says, "I understand, sir." Her voice is small and her words barely more than a whisper.

"I'll see you tomorrow at six fifteen," I tell her as I stand and fasten  the middle button of my jacket and then slip my mask into place.

"Yes, sir." Those sweet words stay with me for the rest of the night.  The soft sounds of her submission from those plump lips are all I can  think about. Tomorrow. Six fifteen can't get here fast enough.





Chapter 10





Dahlia





"Lucian," I announce to Carla. "Lucian Stone. That's who bought me."

I'm leaning against a clothes rack, standing in the fashion workroom on  the third floor early the next morning, organizing Debra's designs for  an upcoming fashion show. I really want my coffee, but I'm so anxious  I'm scared to drink any more caffeine in fear it will make me a jittery  mess. I'm still in disbelief over the amount of money Lucian paid for  me. 1.6 million. Jesus. It doesn't seem real.

But it won't be 1.6 million after Club X takes its cut, and after taxes.  In the end, I'll probably end up with less than five hundred thousand.  Still a fuckton though. And it'll go a long way in getting a head start  in life. I'm definitely not complaining.

I turn to look at Carla, wanting to read her facial expression for any kind of reaction, but she has her back turned to me.

She's putting the edgy outfits in their respective categories with ease,  but I can hardly stay on my feet. I'm so exhausted. I was up all night,  tossing and turning, consumed with thoughts of Lucian and reliving the  events of the auction in my head. All I could think about was how  gorgeous he was, with his dirty blond hair, chiseled jawline and that  brooding, yet intense expression that made me feel like I was burning up  inside while on stage and back in Madam Lynn's office.

Being up close to him had been even more intense. He radiated such power  and a sort of mystery that made me hungry to know more about him. Even  the way he spoke, with a deep growling voice throbbing with authority,  filled me with sexual desire and made me want to fall to my knees and  please him right then and there.

I remember the title he made me call him.

Sir.

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. I can picture him now, thrusting his chiseled hips against  my ass, pushing every inch of his big fat cock inside of me as he wraps  his powerful hands around my neck and makes me beg for more. The raw  image flashing in front of my eyes makes my nipples harden, my core heat  with desire, and my body tremble with anticipation.

I can't wait for our first meeting.

Six fifteen, I tell myself, sucking in a deep breath and pushing away  the naughty images. I just have to make it until then. Then I'll be all  his.

Carla slips a glittery red halter top on a rack, the clinking of the  hanger snapping me back to the present, and then turns to face me, her  face twisting into a puzzled expression. "Lucian Stone," she murmurs,  tapping her index finger against her lips thoughtfully. It's weird to  see her dressed conservatively today, in a black pantsuit and hair  pulled into a ponytail, a far cry from the slutty outfit she had on last  night. I'm struck once again by her ability to live this double life.  Looking at her, you would never guess that she was into being someone's  Submissive for pleasure. "Hmm," she says, closing her eyes, and  repeating his name over and over to jog her memory.         

     



 

Her eyes pop open a moment later and she frowns at me, causing my throat  to drop into my stomach. "I'm sorry, Dah," she admits, shaking her head  regretfully. "But I've never heard of this guy."

My mouth falls open in shock, my heart pounding in my chest. I don't  know why it matters that Carla doesn't know Lucian, but I'm really  fucking nervous. Going into the contract, I knew I'd be handing myself  over to a total stranger, but I would've been more comforted by the fact  if it were someone Carla knew and could vouch for.

"What?" I ask incredulously. "I thought you knew a lot of these men's  identities." Maybe I feel anxious because I don't know what to expect  from Lucian. He has an air of mystery about him that seems...  intoxicating, but dangerous at the same time. Carla knowing something  about him, anything, would help me feel more at ease.

She shakes her head. "I never said that, Dah. I just said that I know  who some of them are. But I'm sorry if you got the wrong idea. I wish I  could tell you more about this guy, but I can't." She pauses, lost in  thought, and then shakes her head. "I wouldn't worry too much. This guy  sounds like he really wanted you. It's been awhile since a chick  commanded that kind of price." She scowls. "I'm jealous."

Before I can reply, Debra struts into the room holding a stack of papers  in her hand. Once again, I'm reminded of how Debra resembles Madam  Lynn--not in looks, but personality. She looks gorgeous today in black  spiked stilettos, tight white pants and a silk black top that showcases  her impressive chest. Her hair is done up into an effortless updo with  wisps of hair framing her mature face and her makeup is vibrant, taking a  few years off. But the most alluring thing she's wearing, as always, is  her confidence.

"Good morning, ladies," she greets us with a smile, walking over to a  table on the side of the room and placing the papers on it.

"Good morning," we both reply in near unison.

Debra turns to face us and chuckles, shaking her head. "Ah. You girls  are so cute! It makes me sad that I've brought more work to put on your  plate."

Cute? If you only knew the depravity we're involved in.

I hold in a groan and hope it's not something too involved. I can barely keep my eyes open.

"What's that?" Carla asks curiously.

Debra points at the pile of papers. "I need you two to match the models  in those folders with their respective gowns for my upcoming show."

"That should be easy," Carla says easily, and I hear the relief in her voice. "We'll get that done for you no problem, boss."

"Speak for yourself," I mutter under my breath, low enough that Debra  doesn't hear. Carla grins at me. She knows I've barely gotten any sleep,  but she's cheery anyway. Probably from the hard fuck she got from Bruce  last night. My cheeks heat at the memory of Club X once again. I can't  stop thinking about last night.

Debra shoots her a thumbs up. "That's the spirit. I knew I could count  on you two." She starts to leave the room, but pauses in the doorway to  add, "Oh, and by the way, I also need you two to come up with theme  ideas for the after party. Usually Kevin comes through for me, but he's  down with a nasty cold and I don't know if I can depend on him." She  pauses to look between us both. "Can I count on you two girls?"

Carla nods and says, "Yes," but at the same time, I say respectfully, "Yes, Madam Lynn."

Debra must not have heard me, because with a flash of a grin, she's gone.

Carla turns to me, her expression shocked. "You did not just call her Madam Lynn!"

Placing a hand over my mouth, I let out a deep yawn that I can't  control. "Sorry. I'm really tired." The cups of coffee I've drunk this  morning have done little to wake me up, but something tells me that when  six fifteen gets here I'll be wide fucking awake.

"Their mannerisms do favor each other though," Carla says thoughtfully,  walking over and grabbing a stack of Debra's papers. "But you need to be  careful that you don't slip up like that in the future. Madam Lynn's  name is an open secret and who knows what clientele she has... even in  this building."