The Master's Exploits: Night One by Jessi Bond

THE MASTER’S EXPLOITS:  
    NIGHT ONE

    by Jessi Bond

    Copyright © Jessi Bond

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    This book is intended for adult audiences only. All characters are fictional, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters involved in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen.  

    The cover art for this book makes use of licensed stock photography. All photography is for illustrative purposes only and all persons depicted are models.
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    A NOTE TO READERS:  

    This book is Part One of an ongoing narrative that will be released as a series of “episodes” every Friday (on most retailers), much like your favorite T.V. shows. While each episode has its own story arc that will be concluded by the end, the over-arching romance storyline will continue throughout, reaching its conclusion only in the final episode. Each episode can be enjoyed as a standalone, but it is highly recommended to read the series in order.

    One of the best parts about serial storytelling is that you can be a part of it! At the end of the story, there is a link to the official feedback post on my blog where you can share your thoughts. Every week, I’ll pick some of my favorite ideas to be used in an upcoming installment.

    A TASTE OF DALTON’S STORY:

    Her lips parted, each breath coming out in a little, panting moan. She’d surrendered herself completely, and so easily. So elegantly.  
    “You’re a monster,” she breathed, unable to hide the smile twitching at her lips. She needed a little more practice. “What kind of man wants to brand a woman, like property?”
    “A very bad man.” Very carefully, I slid the tip of the knife between the blindfold and the side of her head. “And what kind of woman wants to be branded, like property?”
    “How could I possibly know that?” She sounded defiant. She was slipping into her role a little better.  
    “Because that’s what you want. That’s all you’ve ever wanted. To be owned. Tamed. You’ve always known there was something wild inside you that no man could match. No one could handle you.”
    Her breath caught in her throat. Even in the midst of our game, I was hitting too close to the truth.
    “You don’t do anything halfway, do you? You’re fire and ice. Everything about you runs so deep that most men are afraid of you.” I tugged at the blindfold with the knife, but not quite enough to cut it. “But not me.”
    And then, with a jerk, I sliced through the blindfold. It fell away, revealing her face, her beautiful pale-blue eyes, wet with tears.
    Wet with rapture.
    “I’m the one you should be afraid of,” I whispered, before I captured her mouth with mine.
    She kissed me back, frantically, and when we pulled apart, her eyes stayed locked with mine for a moment before she looked down at her chest. A smile spread across her face as she saw nothing but the faint pink line, quickly fading, where I’d drawn the blunt side of knife across her.
    “You’re good,” she murmured.  
    “No,” I said. “I’m very bad. That’s why you’re here.”

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    NIGHT ONE

    “Would you like a glass of wine?”
    I sucked my lower lip between my teeth, just slightly. Refusing would be the professional thing to do. But I’d been craving a drink ever since I got into the cab on my journey here. Hell, I’d been craving a drink since I agreed to do this in the first place.
    A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. He wasn’t as tall as I expected - not short , but probably not over six feet. In the pictures I’d seen, he looked a lot more imposing than he did now. But handsome, yes. That was certainly the face of a man who could convince a woman to do almost anything.
    “This isn’t a