The Mistress Files. Tiffany Reisz
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Название: The Mistress Files
Автор: Tiffany Reisz
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472015754
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The Mistress Files
Tiffany Reisz
Welcome to the private files of Nora Sutherlin, The Mistress.
Kingsley Edge, owner of the 8th Circle BDSM club and Nora’s occasional lover, has ordered her to compose client profiles so the other Dominatrixes in his employ can learn from her expert erotic encounters. She’s the best Dominatrix at the club and her clients always leave satisfied, no matter how unusual their requests may be. And The Mistress’s first five cases are anything but vanilla....
The young actress known as “America’s Sweetheart” who definitely isn’t innocent.
The ex-Dom whose wife wants to experience the pleasure of domination—if Nora can convince him to trust his wife’s desires.
The rock star who says he’s researching a music video, but whose arousal makes Nora determined to prove he’s a sub.
The special client who’s secretly a Switch like Nora, both dominant and submissive, and only comes to her when he wants pain.
And the woman with a very unique request, who Nora will never see in her dungeon again....
Explore more of Nora’s erotic world in The Mistress by Tiffany Reisz, the latest novel in the Original Sinners series.
Contents
The Case of the Acting Actress
The Case of the Reluctant Rock Star
The Case of the Brokenhearted Bartender
The Mistress Files #1
The Case of the Acting Actress
By Nora Sutherlin
I’m writing this story for one reason and one reason only—Kingsley is paying me to do it. Well, that and he ordered me to do it. That and he’s gorgeous and I have trouble telling him “no” when he pouts. Okay, maybe I have more than one reason for doing it.
But I still don’t want to do it.
Kingsley, do you have any idea what a huge and obnoxious undertaking this is? Writing client profiles? Do you know how many clients I have? And no, I’m not going to talk to you as long as you’re reading over my shoulder while I type.
Since you’re reading over my shoulder, I’m going to insult you every chance I get. I know you want me to write these files “so zee other Dominantz can learn from me and ’Ow to better treat zee clientz...” And yes, you do sound like that, Frenchy. Now stop breathing in my ear and let me write. I’m going to use real names here. You can have Juliette change them later.
Oh, and I’m doing the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle-esque titles on purpose and if you change them, I’ll set your bed on fire. And not in the good way this time.
Client: Sheridan Stratford, age 23.
Profession: Actress, currently starring in Empire City as the virginal daughter of a corrupt billionaire CEO. She’s known colloquially in the press as “America’s Sweetheart” because of her slight stature, her innocent youthful looks and natural blond hair. She is, however, anything but innocent. Thank God.
Inclination: Submissive.
Sexual orientation: Straight but flexible.
Fetishes: Men’s business suits, the pricier the better.
Sheridan’s not attracted to women, but she had a problem she didn’t trust a man to solve. Probably because a man caused it. I’m a woman. Hard to hide that fact—D-cups, thank you very much, Mother Nature—but I’m a damn fine cross-dresser and only Kingsley looks better in a three-piece suit than I do. The man annoys the piss out of me on an almost daily basis, but I’ll be the first to admit, the Frog is a Prince.
And an ass at times who should treat his best Dominatrix better and give her chocolate and martinis on a daily basis. (I know you’re still reading over my shoulder, Kingsley. Go away. Don’t you have your secretary to violate or something?)
But back to the point. Sheridan. Ah...Sheridan. Dominants take note—it’s a terrible idea to fall for your clients. Terrible. Verboten. Don’t even think of doing it.
Unless you’re me. I did it. But only a little. You wouldn’t blame me if you could see this girl. Oh, wait. She’s on TV. You have seen her so you understand. Beautiful little waif—in her early twenties, she hardly looks a day over eighteen. So petite and fragile, she’s like a glass flower you want to hold in your palm and marvel at the intricacy of each flowing line until you close your hand around it and crush it into a thousand pieces.
I’m sorry. I might have just had an orgasm.
Back to the Sheridan. Love this girl. How could I not? She was practically trembling the first time I saw her in person on the roof of Kingsley’s town house holding a candlestick in the conservatory....
You know, I think I’m getting my job mixed up with Clue again. Come to think of it, Clue would have been a much darker, more interesting game had it been about a sex crime instead of a murder.
Digression over. I’m sorry. I get verbose in first person, which is why I should never write it in. Let’s fix that, shall we?
Dear reader, just imagine Sheridan Stratford—an ingenue of Broadway, the sweet starlet of the small screen—sitting on an antique fainting couch in a moonlit conservatory on the roof of a Manhattan town house. Silver slip dress, strappy heels on stick-thin ankles, long pale hair in a loose knot, eyes wide and scared.
Scared but brave.
That’s my girl.
The First Session
Sheridan whispered something into her glass of wine and what she whispered The Mistress would never know. “Help me” perhaps. “What am I doing here?” maybe. Sheridan took a sip and then another before setting the glass down on the table next to the vase of white orchids. The Mistress merely waited in the shadows of the doorway and watched her for a moment, trying to read the girl’s body language. Shoulders slumped, head down, feet that never stopped СКАЧАТЬ