Maggie and the Master Read Free Page A

his pleasure was paramount.
    In his heyday Max liked the girls to come to his room in rotation or in twos or threes, and he would use them as he saw fit. Now he had to take them one at a time, although it still seemed that he had more stamina than the younger Jack.
    He stroked Katya’s hair back off her face and pulled her up to him. ‘Sleep, little one,’ he whispered, and without another word she settled down with her head on his chest. He reached over and before extinguishing the light took a long look at his slave. The last thing he saw before the darkness embraced them was the contented smile on Katya’s lips.
    Kay was right; it was like another world. Maggie stared at the computer screen completely absorbed in the images on the screen, cradling a mug of coffee. It was nearly three in the morning and she had been surfing Darksecrets and links to various other sites for the best part of four hours. What she found there had taken her breath away. All her life, in her darkest fantasies, Maggie had imagined what it might be like to be used and desired and taken by a dominant man, not that she would ever tell Kay that - she had barely dared acknowledge it to herself. And they were here, all her fantasies and more besides, laid bare.
    She took a sip of coffee, wishing it were something stronger. Wasn’t that why she married Barry, thinking, hoping he was a dominant male? Hadn’t she been looking for a man who would instinctively understand what she needed, a man to look after her, a man to control her, a man who would see her as his possession and relish her submission?
    Maggie reddened furiously as the thoughts formed. There was a part of her, a part she had long denied, that wanted a man to use her body, to make her do all those things she had always wanted to do but was too afraid to. Perhaps it wasn’t too late to find what she had always known had to be out there, somewhere.
    Maggie stared at the page that would let her post a profile in the contact section of the site. What had she got to lose? She didn’t have to answer the replies if she got any; she would be anonymous. They wouldn’t give out her email address or any personal details. Maggie bit her lip and then began to type, slowly considering every word carefully.
    Not long out of a long-term relationship, I’m looking to explore some of the fantasies that have haunted me all my life. I want a real man. A man who understands me. A man who … She paused, wondering how best to put it. A man who can help me find what I truly am . She typed with a surety she didn’t feel.
    Before her courage failed her she added details of her size and age, then watched as the words appeared on the screen, and then very quickly closed the computer down before she had a chance to change her mind. If anyone ever found out about the ad she’d bluff it out, tell them it was research for an article or a story - anything but the truth.
    The following morning when Maggie got downstairs, Mike was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.
    â€˜Hi, late night?’ he said, looking her up and down.
    She smiled uncomfortably under his scrutiny. She knew she looked unkempt. ‘I didn’t realise you were staying,’ she said, as lightly as she could manage.
    â€˜You don’t mind, do you?’
    Maggie shook her head. ‘No, as long as you don’t make a habit of it.’
    Kay came in, carrying the post. ‘Morning,’ she beamed. ‘Did you take a look at Darksecrets, then?’
    Maggie had already worked out what to say. ‘Yes, actually I did, and you’re right, it really is amazing. It would make a great article.’
    Kay grinned and settled on Mike’s lap. It was impossible to ignore the way her nipples pressed through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. ‘See, I told you so.’
    â€˜Okay, so I was wrong,’ Maggie acknowledged.
    Across the table Mike looked at her, his expression very