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process how the heat of his breath on my neck and his sensual whispers in my ear make me feel. I will be trying to figure how it seems like he is able to read me like I’m an open book when he doesn’t even know me.
    How does he know I’m independent and I harbor a grudge towards strong, dominate males? I make sure to stay professional at all times. In fact, I make certain to not take my attitude towards men out on my male colleagues. I never presume they’re jerks just because they are men. I, at least, give them time to prove themselves before I just assume they are dickheads.
    Now he has me second guessing myself professionally and I don’t like it. I certainly don’t want the top male producers in the business thinking I’m a man hater; it’s bad for business. I chide myself for letting this guy get in my head and I make a mental note to stay as far away from him as I can. Little do I know, this is all part of David’s plan. Now he has my mind right where he wants it: on him.

    David
    I make my way around the corner as I push down on my hardened cock. That was so fucking hot I can’t even put it into words. That girl is in my sights now for sure. I have access to some of the most desirable subs in the city, but she just took hot to a whole new level.
    I hadn’t planned on that happening, but seeing her in that chair was just too good to pass up.
    I make my way to my room, curious about what it will look like. Nothing could have prepared me for what I see.
    A huge four poster bed dominates the room. It looks like something that should be in the room of royalty.
    Antique furniture is placed throughout the room and there is a massive walk-in closet. The bathroom consists of a large, sunk-in Jacuzzi and a shower.
    Regardless of how grand my bedroom is, it isn’t home. The only thing that is making the next six weeks of any interest to me is Linda.
    Linda and showing a true version of the BDSM lifestyle, not some bullshit Hollywood glossed over version, are my only reasons for being here.
    I couldn’t care less about the fact that doing this reality show will make me a ‘star.’ What I do care about is the fact that BDSM is being portrayed as the cool thing to do, and not the lifestyle it is. Having a sub or a slave is work and above all, it is a responsibility that should never be taken lightly.
    As far as I am concerned, I am going to enjoy putting these wanna-be bitches in their place. I’m going to enjoy knocking these women, who are here for the money and fame, down a peg or two. It is a mockery to reduce the lifestyle to this joke. We already have enough problems with society dubbing us as having mental and emotional problems just because we are kinky. The average person thinks we enjoy kink because we have been traumatized sexually when, in fact, we are born with a bent towards kink. To put it simply, this is how we are wired and no amount of psycho-babble-bullshit will ever convince me otherwise. By the looks of it, my little victim may just have some BDSM tendencies of her own. How ironic would it be for my boss to become my student?
    Yes…this is going to be a very interesting six weeks. The biggest challenge is going to be maneuvering my way around fucking any of these contestants because I have no interest in any of them. I fuck who I want, when I want, and no amount of money or fame is going to force me into any woman’s bed. There isn’t but one woman in this house I care about fucking and that is the queen bee herself.



Chapter Four
    Last night at home.
    I circle the bed as I eye this week’s flavor. I met Sandy in my bar and she had all but begged me to train her.
    I agreed to train her with no strings attached—the only type of relationship I ever have.
    I have access to some of the most beautiful women on the east coast, but it’s very hard to intrigue a man who has seen it all.
    I position Sandy doggy style and strap her down. She most certainly is not going anywhere.
    That little run