The Master's Exploits: Night One Read Online Free

together. Instinctively, I knew I’d have plenty of time to work out the rest. Once Madison had a taste, she wouldn’t be going anywhere soon. And me - I was unattached. Even the most casual of submissives had moved on, leaving me with a lot of time on my hands.  
    I had all sorts of wicked ideas for Madison. But the time wasn’t right. Not yet. First, we had to develop trust between us. I needed to learn her limits, and she needed to understand that I would never force her to break them.
    It was impossible not to notice the way her lips parted, a slight wow escaping her throat as she walked through my front door.  
    “Your place is beautiful,” she said, running her hand absently along the smooth, glassy surface of the entry table. Her eyes lit up as she took it all in, slipping off her heels and letting her toes sink into the plush carpet. She wasn’t wearing any pantyhose. And from the mischievous curve of her mouth, I began to suspect she wasn’t wearing any panties.
    I took a step towards her, letting my nostrils flare and my eyes close briefly as I inhaled. The smell of her skin, her shampoo, a sweet perfume, and yes - arousal.
    “Did you leave them in the coffee shop?” I asked her, my voice low and teasing. Her eyelids fluttered.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, softly.
    Smiling, I rested my arm on the wall, caging her into the entryway - but not really. She could have easily brushed past me, but the point was that she didn’t . She wanted this. She relished my proximity.  
    “Madison, I know you like me,” I said. “But I’ve never met a woman who would leave her panties at home for the first date .”
    Her face colored deep red, but she kept her chin high. “And what if I did?”
    “You didn’t,” I said. “So where are they? In your purse?”
    Her lips thinned. “It was supposed to be a surprise,” she muttered, her eyes dropping down to the floor. I was starting to lose her. Quickly, I reached out, my hand cupping her chin and raising her face back up to meet my gaze.
    “And I appreciate the gesture,” I said. “Really, I do. But you can’t keep secrets from a Dom.”
    Her eyes softened. “So you never get to be surprised?”
    “Of course I do.” I released her chin, stepping back a little. “It’s just seldom pre-planned.”
    In spite of her boldness, she made no move to push things any further. That was fine. I wanted to move as slowly as I could, without frustrating her. She seemed content to sit down in the living room, tugging her skirt further down on her thighs before she sat, and keeping her knees very close together. I wondered if she’d spread her legs at my command. Would she resist, or hesitate, even for a moment?  
    But the time wasn’t right.
    For a while, talking was all we did. But now that I was no longer in public, I was able to tease her a little more. In the coffee shop, I’d only talked about my bondage and domination scenes. In many cases, there were subs I never even touched. Not skin to skin. There were some I barely ever saw in person, giving them orders by phone or text message. Making them feel in control of their day-to-day lives, by controlling them.
    Madison was aroused just from imagining me tying her up, or telling her how many scoops of ice cream to eat after dinner. There are some people who don’t ever want to take our relationship further than that. But Madison wasn’t one of them. For her, sex and sexuality were still closely intertwined. She wanted me to dominate her, but she also wanted me to fuck her.
    I told her some of my juiciest stories. The subs who had to ask permission to wear clothes around the house. The ones who cooked for me in just an apron and heels. The ones I would tease and tease for days at a time, with my hands and my tongue and my cock, never letting them climax. The way their eyes rolled back in their head, the raw feral screams that came ripped out of their bodies, every muscle taut and