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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Fabien has a fetish for heists, robbery, and trickery of all sorts.

Lyam has a fetish for pets… both the animal and human variety.

And Thayer? Holy hell.

It appears Thayer has a fetish for… everything.

SIXTEEN

Thayer

I’ve never brought a woman in here before.

There isn’t a single goddamn thing in here any other woman’s ever looked at, much less touched.

Savannah takes it all in with wide eyes. First, the corner of the room where I keep a lockbox with my weapons and the tools I use to clean them. A small stool where I sit to do the job.

Then the specialized toys I have on the walls—the whips and crops, paddles and handcuffs, gags and hoods. The specialized lingerie I’ve had designed just for her, in her favorite colors and textures and designs. The wooden spanking horse, decked out in Italian leather and fitted with padded straps.

“Holy shit, Thayer,” she whispers, as I slide her down and let her explore. She reaches a tentative finger to a small pink feather. “What’s this for?”

“Sensation play.”

“And this?” she asks, pointing to a small shelf filled with enhancers and lubricants.

“Those are to heighten your experience.”

She lifts a small bottle of elixir, reads the label, then returns it to the shelf.

Turning, she faces my arsenal. “And… this?”

“Those are my weapons.”

“That you use,” she says as if processing, as if trying to understand how I work and what I do. She’s heard more about me than I ever planned on telling her at once, but I don’t regret it. My only regret is that she didn’t ask me.

“Of course.”

Turning to face me, I wonder if she’s forgotten she’s naked. “So you use these?”

“Yes, when necessary.”

“Well.” She swallows and looks at the lockbox. “Can I open it?”

I nod. I’ve got tools and accessories to wipe prints and a full arsenal of ways to erase her identity if we ever needed to.

I’ll do everything in my power to make sure we don’t need to.

“The lock code is fourteen-ten.”

She gives me a curious look. “October fourteenth?”

I nod. “The day my father died.”

I don’t ever want to forget what happened. It fuels me, to make me a better man.

I watch as her delicate fingers input the code and slide the lock open. The box is about the size of a small trunk, the boot of a car. Gingerly she removes one of the weapons, then another, eying them each in turn.

“I’ve never held a gun before,” she whispers.

“How does it feel?”

I wonder if she’ll drop it. Does she fear the use of a weapon?

Her voice is a low hum when she replies in a heated whisper, “I love it. It feels like it belongs here. I like the heft of it in my palm.” Turning to me, her eyes grow heated as she begs me, “Teach me to use it, Thayer?”

I swear my dick gets harder just at the thought. “Teach you how to shoot? Of course. I promise you two things, love. First, you’ll know how to shoot in no time because I’ll personally teach you. Second, I’ll make sure you never have to.”

She places the weapon back into the box with care.

“Good girl,” I approve. “Always treat a weapon as if it were loaded.”

“Oh my God, I can’t imagine how good this will be for my writing,” she muses. “If I can describe—eeek!”

I come up behind her and lift her straight off the floor. I haven’t forgotten why I brought her here, and I’m going to make damn sure she doesn’t forget either.

“Now, let’s explore the other side of the room. The side you know you’re dying to get into.”

“That scary wall with tools I know you’re going to use on me? That wooden horse thing? The torture devices?”

I swallow hard while I crave her. “Yes. I want you to pick something out we’ll use later. I have a job to do and some questions I need answering. I don’t want you to witness what I have to do. I’ve got plenty of places for you to go to entertain yourself and stay out of trouble until I return.”

“Are you sure about that?” she asks with a saucy toss of her head.

“Positive. Now go, before I change my mind.”

“Gonna spank me, daddy?” she asks, sashaying toward the wall.

“You goddamn know it.” Fuck, she makes me so damn hard.

I watch as she fingers a paddle, a length of silk-covered rope, a hood. She flicks a flogger against her palm and gets a wicked smile, then reaches for a pair of clamps.

“Wow,” she whispers. “There’s so much.”

Crotchless panties and a silk negligee join the ensemble.

“Lay them across the horse and tell me what you want.”

She takes her time walking to the horse, then lays them down neatly. Turning to me, her cheeks as flushed as her perfect little nipples, she whispers. “I want you to use me. I want you to tie me up and fuck me. I want you to show me, like you already have, where all this can take us.”


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