Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender by Saskia Walker, Portia Da Costa, Opal Carew, Jennifer Leeland, Madelynne Ellis, T.J. Michaels, Emily Ryan-Davis, Cynthia Sax, Evangeline Anderson, Avery Aster, Karen Fenech, Ruby Foxx Page B
Authors: Saskia Walker, Portia Da Costa, Opal Carew, Jennifer Leeland, Madelynne Ellis, T.J. Michaels, Emily Ryan-Davis, Cynthia Sax, Evangeline Anderson, Avery Aster, Karen Fenech, Ruby Foxx
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fucking nervous.”
“You should be. I’ve seen the itinerary for tonight’s entertainment.” Sasha linked her arm through Tasha’s. “Ty looks positively evil, and for once, I’m jealous.”
“Liar. He’s not your type.” All Tasha wanted was to focus on something else instead of the butterflies in her stomach.
“So you think you know what my type is, do you?” Sasha bumped her hip against Tasha’s. “I can’t wait to hear this one.”
“Totally alpha but quiet, contained. Someone very serious.” The description fit Sasha’s brother, and Tasha had always believed that Atticus, or Master A, was the kind of Master any submissive would want, including Sasha.
The smile dropped from Sasha’s face. “You couldn’t be more wrong.” And for a moment Tasha wondered at the brief flash of hurt she noted on her friend’s face. But then the expression was gone. “I’m an equal-opportunity submissive. Any Dominant who can get me off will do.”
Lie. That was a bald-faced lie. She stopped and gripped Sasha’s arm. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”
Sasha opened her mouth and then shut it. She cleared her throat and Tasha thought she’d hear what was really going on. Instead, Sasha said, “Have I distracted you enough? It’s time.”
Time? Time for what?
A door opened on Tasha’s left and Noah appeared.
Holy shit.
Noah was decked out in a three-piece suit complete with a solid-red tie. His black shoes were polished and all his tattoos were covered. He wore no piercings in his ears and he looked as if he belonged in a high-powered conference room.
When he approached, he wore a stern expression but was completely devoid of any other emotion. “The principal will see you now.”
Tasha blinked and stepped forward. Noah didn’t touch her as he stood aside to let her pass into the room beyond. When she scooted by him, he whispered, “You’re in trouble now.”
Those words electrified her and she struggled to catch her breath. She entered the room and glanced at the decor. A solid wooden desk dominated the room and a spanking bench to the left of it seemed to be part of the background. On the right of the desk was a table with a dark-blue tablecloth that held several items.
None of them looked comfortable.
There was a paddle about the size of a ping-pong paddle with the words “Bad Girl” cut out on it. There was a long stick that looked like a willow branch. A white cane stretched horizontally over more than half the table’s length. Lined up neatly in a row were about twenty clothespins.
Seated behind the desk, Ty seemed to be focused on papers in front of him and didn’t look up when she entered the room. “Sit down, Ms. Sears.”
There was a plastic chair facing the desk, and she carefully lowered herself into it. Her skirt was so short that it was a challenge to keep it over her ass when she sat. Ty still didn’t glance her way, and she began to feel nervous and uncomfortable, even though she knew this was a scene, that she had a safeword and that Ty would never hurt her in a million years.
“Mr. Dreyfus, would you please tell me the rules Ms. Sears has broken today?” Ty’s voice was flat, his gaze still on the papers.
Tasha jumped when Noah gripped her arm and yanked her to her feet. “Her skirt is too short and her blouse is too tight. Definitely not according to our dress code.”
Considering she’d dressed according to Ty’s instructions, she involuntarily spoke. “Hey, wait a minute—” The words died in her throat when Ty finally looked up.
His eyes glittered and the stern expression was borderline scary. He looked angry. It was hard to remember that this was roleplaying. Damn he was fucking good at this shit.
“Have I given you permission to speak?” Ty snapped. “I’m beginning to think Mr.Dreyfus is right and you are a troublemaker.”
Her cheeks burned. The
“You should be. I’ve seen the itinerary for tonight’s entertainment.” Sasha linked her arm through Tasha’s. “Ty looks positively evil, and for once, I’m jealous.”
“Liar. He’s not your type.” All Tasha wanted was to focus on something else instead of the butterflies in her stomach.
“So you think you know what my type is, do you?” Sasha bumped her hip against Tasha’s. “I can’t wait to hear this one.”
“Totally alpha but quiet, contained. Someone very serious.” The description fit Sasha’s brother, and Tasha had always believed that Atticus, or Master A, was the kind of Master any submissive would want, including Sasha.
The smile dropped from Sasha’s face. “You couldn’t be more wrong.” And for a moment Tasha wondered at the brief flash of hurt she noted on her friend’s face. But then the expression was gone. “I’m an equal-opportunity submissive. Any Dominant who can get me off will do.”
Lie. That was a bald-faced lie. She stopped and gripped Sasha’s arm. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”
Sasha opened her mouth and then shut it. She cleared her throat and Tasha thought she’d hear what was really going on. Instead, Sasha said, “Have I distracted you enough? It’s time.”
Time? Time for what?
A door opened on Tasha’s left and Noah appeared.
Holy shit.
Noah was decked out in a three-piece suit complete with a solid-red tie. His black shoes were polished and all his tattoos were covered. He wore no piercings in his ears and he looked as if he belonged in a high-powered conference room.
When he approached, he wore a stern expression but was completely devoid of any other emotion. “The principal will see you now.”
Tasha blinked and stepped forward. Noah didn’t touch her as he stood aside to let her pass into the room beyond. When she scooted by him, he whispered, “You’re in trouble now.”
Those words electrified her and she struggled to catch her breath. She entered the room and glanced at the decor. A solid wooden desk dominated the room and a spanking bench to the left of it seemed to be part of the background. On the right of the desk was a table with a dark-blue tablecloth that held several items.
None of them looked comfortable.
There was a paddle about the size of a ping-pong paddle with the words “Bad Girl” cut out on it. There was a long stick that looked like a willow branch. A white cane stretched horizontally over more than half the table’s length. Lined up neatly in a row were about twenty clothespins.
Seated behind the desk, Ty seemed to be focused on papers in front of him and didn’t look up when she entered the room. “Sit down, Ms. Sears.”
There was a plastic chair facing the desk, and she carefully lowered herself into it. Her skirt was so short that it was a challenge to keep it over her ass when she sat. Ty still didn’t glance her way, and she began to feel nervous and uncomfortable, even though she knew this was a scene, that she had a safeword and that Ty would never hurt her in a million years.
“Mr. Dreyfus, would you please tell me the rules Ms. Sears has broken today?” Ty’s voice was flat, his gaze still on the papers.
Tasha jumped when Noah gripped her arm and yanked her to her feet. “Her skirt is too short and her blouse is too tight. Definitely not according to our dress code.”
Considering she’d dressed according to Ty’s instructions, she involuntarily spoke. “Hey, wait a minute—” The words died in her throat when Ty finally looked up.
His eyes glittered and the stern expression was borderline scary. He looked angry. It was hard to remember that this was roleplaying. Damn he was fucking good at this shit.
“Have I given you permission to speak?” Ty snapped. “I’m beginning to think Mr.Dreyfus is right and you are a troublemaker.”
Her cheeks burned. The
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