At His Mercy (Masters Club #1) Read Online Claire Thompson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Masters Club Series by Claire Thompson
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
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If anything, he was the one who’d nearly slipped. He’d found himself staring at her down the long table in the conference room, mentally unclipping her hair and removing her blouse and skirt. As if feeling his gaze, she’d looked up briefly from her notes, meeting his eye for just a second before looking down again. True, a faint blush might have bloomed on her cheeks, but her expression had remained calm and controlled.

Now, finally, he was going to see her again, and he couldn’t deny he was excited. It had been too long since he’d worked directly with a new sub. He was looking forward to seeing her progress with the slave positions. Since he was the one who had recommended her for the club, his stake in her success was high.

Once in the mirror room, Cameron unrolled a yoga mat. This was the perfect room for positions training, since it afforded a view of the sub from every angle. He took one of the folding chairs from the stack in the corner and positioned it directly in front of the mat.

Seating himself, he glanced once more at his watch. Seven fifty-nine. His heart kicked up its pace, anticipation tingling through his cock. He’d left the door open, and now he heard the soft murmur of female voices approaching. A moment later, there was a soft knock on the ajar door. Cleo appeared, Jess just behind her.

“Good evening, Sir,” Cleo said, smiling sweetly.

“Hey there, Cleo,” Cameron replied. The petite woman was naked, save for the royal blue leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, a matching collar around her neck, studded with O-rings. She was an attractive woman and an excellent, obedient scene partner who could take significant erotic pain, but he wasn’t interested in her just then. “Thank you for bringing Jess,” he added by way of dismissal, his gaze moving to the other woman.

As Cleo withdrew, Jess came hesitantly into the room. She was stark naked, which suited him just fine. He would have had her remove anything she might have worn, ostensibly so he could better gauge her accuracy with the positions. Though, if he were honest with himself, he also just liked seeing her lovely body.

She stood before him, looking shy and nervous and sexy as hell.

“It’s nice to see you, Jess. Please kneel and present on the mat.”

She came toward the yoga mat and slowly lowered herself into position, back straight, knees spread. She placed her hands, palms up, on her thighs. She had her hair down, which pleased him, the long ringlets falling prettily around her face. A sudden fantasy of gripping that hair and yanking her head back so he could kiss her made his balls tighten with lust.

He mentally shook away the unacceptable image.

“I’m going to take you through the positions in order, correcting you as necessary. I presume you’ve accessed the training site and devoted sufficient time to mastering the positions?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her voice wavering a little. She bit her lower lip, worrying it with her teeth. Tension radiated from her like a force field. The girl was nervous as a cat, which wouldn’t do if she was to serve the exacting Masters in this club.

To help her relax a little, he asked conversationally, “How did your week go? Do you feel comfortable with your grasp of the Masters Club slave positions?”

“I don’t know about comfortable,” she replied with a nervous laugh. “I watched the training video about a hundred times, but I never got it down the way the girl in the video did. She must have been an acrobat or a ballet dancer or something.”

“That’s Corrine. She’s a yoga instructor when she’s not serving as a pleasure sub in our Paris location. But I observed you during the audition, as you know, and I thought you showed a fair amount of natural grace.”

“Thanks, I think,” Jess said, making a face. “Though the emphasis should be on fair, as opposed to good or excellent. I’m not the most naturally graceful person.”

Cameron smiled. “One thing I do know about you from our vanilla connection is that you’re super driven. You have to be, in order to get where you are professionally at your young age. What are you, twenty-six, twenty-seven?”

Again, their age difference niggled at him. Which was crazy, since he wasn’t considering a relationship with the woman. Certainly not.

“I’m nearly thirty,” Jess replied. “Not so young. But, thank you.” She flashed a small, sweet smile. She really was quite lovely. “Unlikely I’ll make equity partner by forty, like some people,” she added with a sassy grin that made Cameron grin in return. He liked the strong spirit he sensed beneath her submission.

“You never know,” he replied.

But he didn’t want to talk about work. Bringing the conversation back to the proper sphere, Cameron said, “I read the pleasure sub profile you created on the app. I’m impressed at how few hard limits you have.”


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