Master Me (Masters of Corsica #2) Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Crime, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Masters of Corsica Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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“Huh. Food that serves me? What does that mean?”

“High-quality food that you enjoy.”

“Ah, okay, so if I don’t do dairy or something, you’d take that into account.”

“Yes. We have a private chef who prepares food that our clients prefer or request.”

She cocks her head to the side curiously. “What else do you have here?”

“Lots. I’ll show you, since you’re staying here indefinitely.”

I tap Cosette’s number. “But we have to make sure you’re unrecognizable first. We’ll start there.”

Cosette answers on the first ring.

“Thayer?”

I quickly fill her in.

“Of course, I’ll be there in an hour. Any requests?”

“Don’t tell anyone where you’re going or what you’re doing.”

Next, I order food while Savannah explores the room. I let her. The more she knows about where we are, the better. She opens closets and drawers and peers out a window. “Oh. Oh, my,” she says when she finds a sensory deprivation hood on a shelf beside a pair of spreaders.

“Do you do butt plugs?”

I blink. “Do I do them?”

Though she flushes pink, she continues bravely, “I mean, like, do you use them? Are you into that jeweled plug thing?”

“Yes, of course. Not for me, but as my submissive, I’d require it of you.”

When she turns away, I’m guessing it’s because she doesn’t want me to see the shocked expression on her face, but I’m not surprised. I have already discussed this kind of thing with her.

She’s not going to be comfortable. I’m going to push her, and hard.

“Nipple clamps?” she asks.

“Do you have a mental checklist?”

Biting her lip, she thinks this over. “Yes.”

“What else is on that list?”

“Um. Well, you’ve mentioned spanking but more as a threat than a kink. Is that like…”

“Both. Could be used as a punishment or for pleasure.”

“Gotcha. And uh, what might that look like?”

I fold my arms over my chest and ignore the way my dick hardens. “Spanking you?”

She looks so flustered, it’s adorable.

“Well, um, yes. Like… would that be over your lap? Over the bed? With your hand, or…”

Her voice trails off, or more accurately, sounds as if she’s been choked.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” she squeaks.

“It could be any or all of those. If you disobeyed me, depending on the infraction, I’d turn you over my knee wherever we were. I might take the time to get an implement, I might spank you with my bare hand. It depends on the infraction, where we are, what I wanted to do.”

“Oh. I see.”

I give her a pointed look. “It would be smart to obey me, Savannah.”

“Right,” she whispers. “Unless I, uh, wanted a spanking.”

I nod. “Yes.”

I love how curious she is.

“Do you use… other toys?”

“Lots.”

“Oh. Well then. If I—”

A timid knock on the door interrupts her.

I open the door and take our tray of food. When I come back, she’s gone.

“Savannah?”

God, this woman’s gonna keep me on my toes. Where the hell did she go?

“Oh my God. There are like seventeen different kinds of body lotion in this bathroom!”

This is getting a little out of control. She’s snooping in the cabinets. “Those are not all body lotion. Get your ass in here for breakfast.”

“Alright, alright.”

I draw in a deep breath. “Savannah.”

“Yes?”

I stand with my hands on the back of the chair I pulled out for her and shake my head.

I need to get her into the right mindset, and immediately.

I sit down. “Come here.” I point to my lap.

She flicks her eyes from my lap to my eyes, then back again. “Okay, alright,” she says, walking over toward me before she sits tentatively on the edge of my knee. She’s practically falling off, perched as if she’s ready to fly. I grab her around the waist and yank her back, so she’s nestled in securely.

“You’re supposed to be my submissive. If you were my submissive, you wouldn’t be afraid to touch me.”

My hardened dick presses against her ass.

“Right,” she says in a heated whisper before she wriggles her butt. “But I don’t want to, uh, make things uncomfortable for you.”

I release a labored breath.

This will be harder than I thought. Fuck.

“You let me worry about me.”

I know what I can handle and what I can’t. I set my jaw and reach for the knife and fork. She purses her lips and gives me a patronizing look. “If you say so. Is that how this works?”

They will never believe she’s a submissive, much less a slave. She doesn’t have to be that convincing but arguing with me could mean her life.

“Savannah.” She flinches as if struck by the sound of my voice.

“What?”

“You are very close to getting your first punishment.”

If the color on her cheeks didn’t give her away, the husky sound of her voice would. “Is that supposed to deter me?”

I reach for her breasts and pinch both nipples, barely protected by the silky tank top.

“Ow! Thayer!”

I hold them between my fingers. “Behave yourself.”


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