The Master

  The Master

  The Protégé #3

  Kailin Gow

  The Master (The Protégé #3)

  Published by Kailin Gow Books

  Copyright © 2014 Kailin Gow

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  DEDICATION

  This dedication to my husband whose love makes all things possible.

  A NOTE from the Author

  The Protégé Series is dedicated to women and men of domestic abuse.

  Thank you for reading and helping me support organizations providing help and shelter for these brave people.

  Sincerely and with much love,

  Kailin Gow

  FOR AGE 18 and Up

  Prologue

  A 19 year old girl, skinny, almost bony with big eyes and pale flawless skin, is close to death lying in the alley of a rundown dangerous neighborhood. She is malnourished, starving, weak, cold, and even bruised.

  A strong hand in leather gloves reached out to pick her up, to hold her before offering her some soup and bread. She eats it eagerly and then more slowly as the hand stops her before she would choke. After eating, the hand puts on a large warm blanket over her and leads her to an expensive car driven by a driver, and she goes in.

  “Where are you taking me?” the girl asks, her voice deep and surprisingly husky for someone so slight and weak.

  “To clean you up, to get you healthy, to warm you up and off the street so you won’t be beaten up and left to die,” a velvety male voice said.

  “Then what?” the girl asked. “I can never repay you.

  “It’s not a matter of money or being repaid,” the man said. “It’s because I want to…because there is something about you that made me want to help you.”

  “Thank you,” the girl said. “Um…”

  “Price Turnsby,” the voice said with a slight smile.

  “That is an unusual but amazing name,” the girl said.

  “It is, but what I want to know is…what is yours…”

  “Serena…Serena Singleton.”

  Chapter 1

  Present Day

  A couple of years later

  As Price, naked and handsome even though he has a gash on his forehead, blonde and tall, handcuffed to Sebastian’s bedpost, stares at Serena, who is still standing in front of him with a whip in her hand.

  “Admit it, Serena,” Price said, seductively. “Despite how much you think I held you back, you still care for me.”

  “I did,” Serena said. “But then I realized what you really did to me…you made me blind…”

  “Blind?” Price asked, his mouth turned up in a wry smile. “How? Are you too blind to see what’s in my eyes?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Come closer…see what’s in my eyes, Serena, perhaps if you see what’s in there, you would see who really is the right man for you.”

  Serena hesitated, but when Price said in his seductive, dominant voice which she was conditioned to listen to, “Come over here, Serena.” She came closer to him, until she was within grabbing distance to him. “Look into my eyes. What do you see?”

  Serena was mesmerized by Price’s eyes…eyes she had loved for years, trusted to protect her, keep her safe from the streets, feed her when she was hungry, and gave her shelter…and love.

  Price’s eyes were filled with memories, compassion, and love for her. “These are the eyes of a man who is totally devoted to the woman he love. These are the eyes of a man who remembered finding a woman who was beautiful and so captivating that all his waking hours were spent trying to love her, to please her, and to present her because he was so proud to be seen by her side.”

  “Price…” Serena began.

  “I loved you,” Price said. “I love you still. You may not believe it because of all the lies Sebastian Sorensen has fed you about me, but after everything I’ve done for you…think about it, I did more for you than I would if all I wanted was a lover…” Price continued seductively. “Remember the time when we went to a party at The Ritz, and the ladies there wouldn’t give you the time of day or even acknowledge you at all because they knew you were some riffraff girl picked off the streets…I employed all the best stylist, makeup artists, posture and speech coach, and everyone I knew to help you become the most beautiful, sexiest, and envious gorgeous creature anyone have every met or seen…that those ladies were soon eating out of your hands….”

  “That seemed so long ago, but I remember,” Serena said, moving closer.

  “I help give you back your life before you found yourself abandoned, alone, starving, and dying.”

  “You did,” Serena said.

  “I don’t have to, nobody has an obligation to be so charitable, but it was because you already got through to me,” Price said. “Come closer.”

  Serena automatically did, towards Price’s open arms and when she got to him, he encircled her waist with one arm, pulled her in to completely hold her, began kissing her at the spot behind her eyes that sent goosebumps up her spine, while his other hand ran itself up her arms slowly and seductively until he had reached her wrist.

  He was about to grab her wrist to pull out the whip in her hand, but Serena pull out and away from him, surprising him, while she moved away from him to stand at the other end of the room.

  “You still feel for me, Serena,” Price said almost with a smirk. “Or you wouldn’t have come so close to me just now.”

  “It’s just for old time’s sake, Price,” Serena said. “You really shouldn’t try to seduce me just to get rid of my whip.” Serena licked the tip of the whip. “Try that again, and you would be eating my whip.”

  Price inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. “Serena, you have no idea how sexy that just sounded.”

  “Test me and you will see more of this, “ she said.

  “In that case,” Price said, “then I will.” With that, he gave a strong heave of ropes behind him, and was able to get a wrist loose.

  Serena gasped. “How did you do that?”

  “There are many things you don’t know about me, “ Price said. “Including how I know these cuffs so well that I know this model was made to break at a certain resistance.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Serena, my innocent, I am so skilled and experienced in the art of pleasing a woman and of sexual pleasure that I invented these handcuffs, along with other sex toys, which we sell all over the world.” He smiled. “All those sensual toys and lotions I used on you, sometimes to try on you…they all came from one of my factories. So you see, this handcuff, which I built a self-opening button, is one of ours.”

  Chapter 2

  Serena roamed the big house for well over an hour after she left Price. She walked the garden and even wandered to the open field nearby. She felt flushed by their encounter and feared it still showed in her eyes. The guilt, the questions… the hunger. With Sebastian laid up in bed from his injuries, she didn’t want to add insult.

  Having her past lover in one room and her present lover in the other made for a difficult afternoon. Her feelings ran high for both men, but for so many different reasons.

  Half a mile away, she turned and looked at Sebastian’s country home. This should have been a quiet and tranquil time, not one filled with such animosity and anger; not one f
illed with such pain, past and present.

  Finally as cool and calm as she was likely to find herself sandwiched between these two men, she slowly strolled back, each step leaving her with more questions and doubts. She couldn’t shake the effect Price had on her. Still, stoic and determined she marched up the patio steps and entered the quiet house.

  If Sebastian was awake he’d be famished, so she fixed him a quick lunch and made her way up the stairs. Gently, she pushed open the door to Sebastian’s room with her foot and brought in the tray laden with warm soup and a ham sandwich.

  His eyes wide open, he stared at the ceiling.

  “I wanted to check in, see how you’re feeling.”

  “Lousy, if you want to know the truth.” He pressed a tight smile nonetheless.

  “Thought you might be a bit hungry. You’ve hardly eaten since your fight with Price.”

  “Lying in bed with nothing to do doesn’t really build up much of an appetite.” He lifted his head just enough to look at her with a teasing grin. “Unless you think you can come and keep me busy, get me hungry.”

  Laughing, she came to his side, set the tray on the bed stand and sat on the edge of the bed. “You know what Dr. Hicks said. No activity… at all.”

  “I won’t be that active,” he persisted with a grin. “I’ll just lie here and let you do all the work. Okay, maybe reach up to grab a boob or two.”

  Matching his grin, she looked lovingly at him and pushed a lock of hair off his brow. “I don’t think getting aroused would be good for those sore ribs of yours.”

  “On the contrary. The release of a good climax would spread all kinds of endorphins and stuff through my body and I’d feel great… at least for a while.”

  “Let’s give you a few more hours, then we’ll see.”

  “Oh, that Dr. Hicks doesn’t know what he’s talking about, anyway. If I could’ve flown my own personal physician in, you’d see he’d be telling you a whole other story. He’d tell you just how fit I am and how I can handle a few cracked ribs. In fact, he’d probably tell you that a good blow job would be the perfect drug to ease the pain.”

  “He would now, would he?” Grinning, she put her hand to his chest and slowly trailed it down under the covers. She brushed her fingers over his nude leg and slowly brought it back up to run along his semi-hard shaft which quickly responded with a pounding throb.

  Sebastian drew in a deeply aroused breath, but immediately winced and brought his hand to his ribs.

  Serena withdrew her hand. “Seems Dr. Hicks knows what he’s talking about after all.”

  Shaking his head, he brought her hand back to his crotch. “That was just the element of surprise. I wasn’t expecting it. Try again.”

  “How ‘bout you try to calm yourself, Mr. Sorensen and be a good patient.”

  “If you play the naughty nurse, I promise I’ll play the good patient.” His lustful grin was irresistible.”

  “If you're good, the naughty nurse might come and visit you later.” Though fully aroused, she resolutely pulled her hand away from his now full on erection.

  With a disgruntled moan, Sebastian let his hand fall to his side. “Fine, but later, I want you.”

  “We’ll see about that. Now, try having a bite to eat. I made this soup myself.” She brought the bowl of soup in front of him and spoon fed him.

  After only a few mouthfuls he put his hand up to stop her. “It’s very good, but I’ve had enough.”

  “I’ll leave the bowl and sandwich here if you get hungry.”

  He nodded as she wiped the corner of his mouth with a linen napkin.

  “How’s our guest doing?” He nearly choked on the word ‘guest.’

  She clucked her tongue in disgust, hoping to mask the effect Price had had on her. “As you can imagine, he’s not too happy about the situation.”

  “Neither am I.”

  “He managed to get out of his cuffs earlier.”

  “Really? So now he’s an escape artist, too.”

  “No, just a shrewd man who knows the pressure point of those damned things.”

  “So where is he now?”

  “Don’t worry. I managed to get him secured to the bed again.”

  He looked skeptically at her, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I’m almost afraid to ask. How did you manage that?”

  “I’ll admit I had to deceive him, let him think something great was going to happen between us. It was the only way I could get him back on the bed. I collared him to the bed base and put a padlock. He won’t break out of that one.”

  “You put a slave collar on Price Turnsby? Jesus, if the papers ever got a hold of that…”

  “The papers would have a field day if they ever got wind of this fight between you two. Can you imagine, - two well-known social figures battling it out like teenagers in the schoolyard?”

  “I’d never hear the end of it, that’s why it’s vital he stay locked up and unable to talk to anyone.”

  “We’re going to have to let him out some time. Besides, I hardly think he wants news of this to get out either.”

  “Give me until tomorrow to think this all through and then we’ll decide what to do with him.” His eyes grew heavy and groggy, and his sleepy head turned away from her.

  “I think that sedative Dr. Hicks gave you is still in your system.” She stood and looked down at him. In this light, he was like a young boy, despite his strong frame. His lips were pouted and his eyes innocent. “I’ll come back to see you tomorrow morning.”

  “Remember,” he said without opening his eyes. “Tomorrow, I want you… in this bed, all over me.” His last words were a sleepy hush.

  Smiling, she left the room and left him alone for the night, a tortured night between the two great loves of her life. Sleeping in a guest room, not too far from Price’s, rest refused her.

  Her sleep was tormented with dreams of Price, ravaging her, sucking her nipples and fucking her in a darkened alley; dreams of Sebastian pulling her under him, rising above her with his sculpted shoulders holding him strong as he rocked inside her.

  But the most disturbing dream was when both men came to her at once. Their hands hungry for her breasts, their mouths each suckling a nipple, their cocks filling her as they sandwiched her between them.

  She awoke with an orgasmic cry. Sweating, she’d dampened the sheets as much as her panties. In the wee hours of the dark morning, no longer able to get any semblance of sleep, she got out of bed and tiptoed to Sebastian’s room, eager to set the dream straight.

  He was her lover, her love. He was the only man to arouse her, to fill her and to bring her such ecstatic orgasms.

  Looking at his sleeping form, her heart filled with all the love she had to give him. He was such a special man, in every way. His face angelic in sleep and so fiercely arousing in wakefulness, she knew she would never tire of looking at him. And his body, so magnificent, so beautiful, and so easy to touch, taste and love.

  She lowered the blanket that covered him and exposed him entirely.

  “So beautiful,” she whispered. Careful not to touch him, she bent over him and kissed the tender and soft tip of his cock. The sleeping member gave a nudge of recognition, but remained asleep.

  Smiling at the position she found herself in, she tugged the tender soft tip into her mouth and gently sucked.

  It shuddered to life, but remained soft until she drew it completely into her mouth. His soft cock quickly expanded and grew hard just as he drew in a heavy and sleepy breath.

  Bringing him slowly to full wakefulness, she sucked on him until he was massive and hard. He groaned his arousal and brought his fingers through her hair, pushing her to take him in deeper.

  “Good morning,” he whispered with a throaty rasp. “What a hell of a good morning.”

  “How are your ribs?” she asked as she untangled herself from his fingers and pulled away.

  “They are so good. What you just did there just made every pain go away. I told you it’d be
great.”

  She lifted her negligee up to her hips and climbed onto the bed to straddle him. “I thought I’d give your ribs a test run, see how they can handle a little… stimulation.”

  “I like the sound of that.” He reached up to touch her breast.

  She gently brought the heavily bandaged hand back to his side. “No, sir. Now you’re on bed rest, which means you don’t get to move.”

  “At all?”

  “At all.” She leaned over him and waved her breasts at him. “And that is a strict order.”

  “Why don’t you take that thing off?” He pinched the thin fabric and tugged. “Let me get a taste of those tits.”

  “Not quite yet.”

  Settling her weight on his hard shaft, she rubbed her moist lips up and down the length of him, each motion stimulating her clit. “Does that hurt?” she asked, her voice a deep, dark groan.

  “Not at all.”

  She accelerated the pace, her breasts bouncing provocatively with the rhythm.

  “When are you going to let me in?” he said through a hissed breath.

  “When I’m good and ready.” Her voice forceful, she felt in complete command.

  “You're as wet as you’ve ever been. I’m sure my cock would glide in very nicely.”

  “It will. Don’t worry, it will.”

  Just the stimulation from his shaft against her clit was enough to bring her to the brink of an orgasm.