Paradise: The Masters of The Order Novel Two Read Online Free

from novices. They couldn’t handle him. He didn’t degrade his submissives with some of the nasty things others in the life favored, but he did not comfort them either. Beginning, middle and end were on his terms and his terms only. If they uttered a safe word or used a hand signal, he stopped immediately, but they were never invited back. Even if they wanted to try again - and he hadn’t met one who didn’t - the answer was a definitive no. If they broke once, they would again and Jacques Meszaros did not accommodate anyone.
    The ones he preferred more recently came to him because they could find their satisfaction only with someone like him. With them, he could be hard, as hard as he needed to be, and they got off on it because they needed it too. The harder he played, the harder they begged him to play. Sometimes it was absurd, even to him, how bizarre and extreme these exchanges became, but after years in the game, nothing fazed him.
    When the elevator doors parted, she was there, just as he expected her to be. Not sitting or leaning against the wall, she stood by the apartment door, eyes down, hands locked on the elbows bent behind her back. He glanced at his watch. She’d been standing, silent, in the hall for well over an hour. Waiting, imagining, fearing, wanting. If he slipped his hand between her spread thighs, her arousal would coat his fingers.
    But he didn’t touch her or greet her. The mind fuck was the best part of the game and it began the moment she picked up the phone. He looked right past her, opened the door and walked in. She knew to wait. Knew not to speak. And definitely knew better than to come in without being summoned.
    He didn’t live here. This wasn’t a home. One step over the threshold and you knew your comfortable world was more than a doorway away. The spirit of the room, the temperature, the dense silence and what it was used for pressed into you. The rules were different here. Chains mounted to the black ceiling, masks, gags and whips hanging on the black walls, all whispered, Are you brave enough to enter? A glass cabinet displayed an array metal clips, weights and tools. Another hid its wares. The only thing that could be classified as normal furniture was an enormous custom bed that no one slept in with a sofa at the end for those who wanted to watch the perversion it was designed for. There was no living here. Only the profane performed on the willing.
    I'm profane; she's willing. So let the dark game begin.
    He tossed his keys onto the bar, poured himself a drink, took a long swig, swallowed and took another. He lit several candles, not for lighting, before saying softly, “Enter.”
    She dropped to her knees and crawled through the door.
    *****
    Isabella twisted a lock of hair around her finger while they walked. Craig perfected her Prada costume with a black hair tint. He promised that her natural color would return after a few shampoos, but it was a very dramatic change.
    Still, it was fun, like Halloween. She felt completely transformed. Nothing like the normal Isabella. The darkened hair made her skin look milky and her brown eyes smolder. Add the killer dress, the dramatic make-up and the naughtiest shoes she’d ever seen, and Voilà , meet Isabella, the vixen. Very daring if she did say so herself. Even her brothers wouldn’t recognize her.
    Maybe she would keep the new color. It made her feel like another person and she wanted to be someone else, at least for a while… Maldita sea, I've done it again . Opened that self-indulgent door and let the self-pity rush right back in. She was instantly annoyed with herself.
    Why the hell not? It’s bucket list time.
    Isabella turned abruptly, heading back to a kiosk they’d just passed. “Wait. I want to stop for a minute and pick something up.”
    Craig and Carlo stopped walking and waited. They made a cute couple, but she knew Carlo wasn’t Craig’s dream. He was just a guy and there would be another in a week or