The Master's Exploits: Night One Read Online Free Page B

by that.
    But she didn’t have to imagine. She already knew exactly what I was going to do - because she asked for it.
    She’d told me what she was afraid of. And she told me that she wanted to be afraid.
    I was going to make her tremble.
    Normally I’m more cautious with women I’ve just met, but the look in her eyes was intoxicating. I love experienced submissives, the way they slip effortlessly into the role, responding to your every word and movement, like an intricate, well-rehearsed dance. But there’s nothing quite like the first time. Knowing that I would be the first one to see Madison come alive in ways she’d never thought possible...
    Well. I wasn’t going to waste any more time.
    I stood up briskly, taking the few strides to close the distance between us. She was startled, but she didn’t flinch, just looked up at me expectantly.  
    “Madison, I want you to understand a few things.” In one swift movement, I knelt down on the floor by her feet. Her forehead creased slightly in the middle. She wasn’t expecting this. She wasn’t comfortable looking down at me, but she was going to have to learn. I wouldn’t begin our scene until I was confident that she understood the terms of our agreement, and I had to send the right signals before I began. If I asked her any questions while I loomed over her like I was already her Master, they’d sound like demands. It was crucial that she understand she was still in charge.
    She was still frowning a little. I looked up at her, resisting the urge to rest my hand on her knee. To caress her smooth skin, and then slide a little higher. Higher.
    Not yet.
    I went on. “Like I said, if you say stop, I’ll stop. I don’t want you to hesitate. If it makes you more comfortable, we can agree on a different word.”
    “No,” she said, softly. “That’s fine. Stop is fine.”
    I smiled gently. “I won’t be disappointed. If things get too intense, just tell me.”
    “Okay.” She took a long, shaky breath. “I promise I will.”
    “Good,” I said, standing and extending my hand down to her. “Then come.”
    I led her down the stairs, slowly, letting the anticipation build. When I pushed the door open, she gasped slightly.  
    “Are you...” Her eyes darted immediately to the St. Andrew’s cross in the center of the back wall, the undisputed focal point of the room - rich, black leather, massive, imposing.
    “Not today,” I smiled, darkly, letting my tongue dart out to wet my lips. “I like to take things slow.”
    She shuddered, jerking her eyes away from the cross and looking around the rest of the room. The ornate chair caught her interest - looking like an ordinary antique, at first, until you realize it’s specially designed for bondage. The array of whips and floggers hanging on the wall. The plush bed in the corner of the room, partially shrouded in curtains. She took all of this in, all of this and more, her eyes finally settling curiously on two closed doors on the other side of the room.
    “What are those?” she breathed, glancing at me, then back to the doors.
    “You’ll find out,” I promised her, stepping very close, so there was almost no space between our bodies. “When I want you to. Not a moment sooner.”
    She looked at me expectantly, biting her lower lip. Waiting for orders.
    “Take off your shoes,” I told her. “Place them by the wall, over there, and then come back and kneel on the floor where you’re standing now.”
    I pointed to the spot just next to the St. Andrew’s cross. She stepped out of her high heels and carried them over, hanging from the tips of her fingers, placing them carefully on the plush carpet and then walking back as I’d told her to. She knelt, delicately, smoothing her skirt down over her thighs.
    Taking a silk blindfold down from the shelf, I unfolded it in front of her, making a show of it. She swallowed hard, her fingers digging into the carpet.
    “Are you going to train me?” she whispered, as