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Dirty Adventures In Bed

Dirty Adventures In Bed

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Chapter 1 C1

Word Count: 2252    |    Released on: 22/07/2022

lf in the hands of a man whose sol

in a sharp, shocked breath. She'd met this man in an online

anything about herself, not one single thing, except her name

silence, he kept peeling ba

ur fantasies, the darkest ones you don't even tell you

her belly. Her palms began to

of dusk, Morgan squirmed on the black leather sofa, shov

the next interview subject for her show. It might be late-night cable talk, b

n't even know, whose face she'd never seen-whose

she typed in response, determined to keep

is important in any relationship, but especially in one involving Dominance/submission. Without that, how can a woman freely put herself in a man's care an

gan's brow. Trust, care, understanding-she had to admit, that all sounded like a fantasy in itself. Certainly,

at craves the utter surrender of being at her master's mercy, des

her even more now than when one of the produc

opened the bio she'd been

arn. He owns a personal security company and has been bodyguard to senators, international diplomats, and athletes.

r shiver with dark fantasies. Self-discipline, honor, strength. Yet the blurb said very little

shed across the scre

n about in order to do the show properly. I guess I

out tha

lower. A little curiosity didn't make her depraved. Definitely

ses to give her master dominion over her body and her mind. She surr

her brain from the depths of her fantasies: her kneeling to this stranger's cock, him ordering her to spread

her thoughts, she shook them awa

me or another, she'd read. Having one or two h

her cushions again, ignoring any

p is also about a lot

s, but still earn their trust? How do you develop an emotiona

ot lik

ent moment, she held her breath...but nothing. Master J wasn't going to reply furt

ly appeared in the li

let's meet. I'll answer your questions then. Someplace public, so you don't worry I might be a serial kill

nce. Not hard when the man

I Googled and found a place that seems to be popular

know every crack in th

not that tall or old enough to have

he translated. I'm Cajun, so I

elly. Flirtation was a French thing, and he'd been raised wit

Los Angeles too long, I

y girls in Louisiana. I want to make sure I

s and chains. Certainly, most "normal" women would run screaming in the opposite

at, sunglasses, and a big

e a disguise, M

had a stalker. Morgan only hoped the reason she needed a

orrow, she

rev

that Master J had left the private chatroom. Wi

ole body trembled, despite th

tired, t

ersonal places, the voice in her head

pesky voices in my

show's outline had to be in soon, and she wanted to be prepared to launch her second season with a

keep her eye on the p

y screen, Morgan admitted that Master J wou

lives out the fantasi

dening little voice. She was curious, not deviant.

hone and dialed the number of the

Master J guy you hooked me up with and I read his bio. I'm

habit. "I did some calling around Louisiana, asked people at bondage clubs

him. But ignoring her curiosity about Master J would have been much easier if Reggie hadn't been able to vo

inquisitive nature won out. "Wh

with women and a reputation to go with it. More than one person I talked to said that he could make Mother Tere

s. "Me? No!" She scoffed. "Why would I want a bu

Reggie sound

to get into this sort o

ng. Distress coil

d zooming in the other direction. She sighed with relief

"I'll call you after I've t

er," Brandon gree

ut of her mind, she rose and stepped u

a frown. "Not exactly. I have to go

ion punched her in the stomach. "Iraq? I tho

t there are

w... Wh

l be and what I'll be doing. I won't be near a phone or computer for most of the t

e Daddy Dearest's ire, protecting her from the scum who stalked her. She

f something-she had to. "I'm

ens, I think you

may be your dad. He's my biological father-the one who'

ly in the south. If people knew he'd had a fling with a barely-lega

the senator from the

White House in 2012." Sympathy and

all him. Not that he'd

ere in danger. Dad

Too bad we can't just tell him I'm your f

r came to light, we'd have to admit

n't think my sick stalker knows I've left

mail. When he came to a big manila envelope, he f

ine all of fifteen minutes ago, Reggie,

eone here knows you. This was in the mailbox.

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