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The Night Master by Cora Devon
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Chapter 1
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Relaxing in the overstuffed armchair Evan looked out over his domain. The wall before him was completely glass, revealing the cliffs and the ocean beyond. To the left through huge double doors was the road that led to one of two small towns on the island. His island.
It had been a wise purchase several years before. Exposed, the place was freezing in the winter but extremely pleasant in the summer. It had taken a lot of time and money to get it just the way he wanted it. Some of the locals had resisted for a while, determined to hold out against his wishes, but Evan had got around that. The heavies had scared off the most determined of locals.
Now the place was his and under his control. All the new locals were trusted completely. Visitors to the island paid a very high premium to avail themselves of the facilities.
With a heavy sigh Evan stood up and headed for the office-cum-library. Ignoring the other occupant in the room he went to the large desk and picked up the phone. Tapping out the number that he needed he waited a few moments for someone to pick up at the other end.
"Yes?" came a voice.
"James, it's Evan."
"Oh hello sir. What can I do for you?"
"Has Dominic arrived yet?" he inquired.
"He arrived a while ago. He should be almost there."
"Is everything alright down there?" he asked. James was in charge of the small marina, overseeing the comings and goings.
"Oh. You know, the usual. Deliveries are late. Some idiot has moored in the wrong place so the fishing boats
can't dock. The usual."
"You know where I am if there are any problems that you can't sort."
"Thank you sir."
"Tell the skipper that Dominic will be returning to the mainland in a couple of
hours," Evan said replacing the receiver.
As if on cue there was a knock at the door at the front of the house. Evan pushed a button on his computer and the door swung open.
"I'm in the library," he called.
Evan sat himself in the large chair behind the desk as Dominic's footfalls echoed on the polished wooden floor. Dominic was not a tall man, but wide and muscular with a shiny bald, head.
"Good to see you again, Evan," he smiled.
"Please sit,"
With a cursory glance at the woman in the corner, Dominic sat opposite. "To
business," he said as he pulled some files and disks from his briefcase and put them on the desk.
"I have had a couple of recruitment drives."
Evan smiled at Dominic's sense of humour. "Recruitment drives?"
Dominic returned the smile. "There were quite a few applications to the advert. I selected the best and checked them out. The best thirty are in there: twenty female and ten
male."
"What was the advert this time?" asked Evan as he began to flick through the folders.
"Modeling agency," said Dominic. "They flock to be photographed by the hundreds. Naive
sluts."
Evan went through the thirty and selected around half, dismissing the others out of hand.
"They're no good," he said handing them back. "Of the others I need ten. Eight females and two
males." He picked up the first folder and spread out the half dozen pictures. The woman that stood there in a pink bikini had shoulder length dark hair, big brown eyes and over large mounded breasts for her slender curves. Evan picked up the information sheet and scanned her statistics going down to relations.
"One brother," he mused.
Dominic peered at the picture. "That one. I checked her out. She doesn't have much contact with her brother, not many
friends." Evan looked up from the photo
"She's a stuck up bitch, needs bringing down a peg or two."
"Put her on the list," Evan said as he reached for the next folder. The two men spent the next forty minutes sorting through until they had the final ten.
"Have them rounded up and delivered to the barn."
"Of course," grinned Dominic.
"Drink?"
"Whiskey."
Evan went to the cabinet and poured two drinks. Handing one to Dominic he leaned on the desk and looked over to the woman in the corner. Letting his eyes travel her slender form he felt himself stirring, his cock straining to be free of his pants.
The slut was chained in an awkward and painful position. Legs so far apart that it must hurt, but she
wouldn't complain even if she had the opportunity. The cold steel of the manacles on her small ankles was secured to rings set into the sides of the large bookcase. Her wrists, manacled behind her, were chained to a large ring set into the ceiling, pulled taut so that she was bent over at an awkward angle.
"She a new one?" asked Dominic coming over to stand next to him.
"No," said Evan going over to her and grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling her head up.
"It's Petal," he grinned looking into her pain filled eyes; they were pleading. "Are you sorry
now?" he asked her. Unable to answer verbally because of the wad of cloth stuffed into her mouth and tied there, she nodded her head, small whimpering noises coming from her.
Evan downed the whiskey and placed the empty glass on a shelf near him. As he moved around behind her he trailed his hand down the delectable curve of her back. Unzipping his pants he allowed his engorged cock the freedom it sought. Reaching between her stretched legs he teased her to wetness. Easing her labia apart and positioning himself, he thrust deep causing Petal to cry out in pain or pleasure or both. As he moved against her his hand took a handful of her hair and pulled back viciously. His other hand found her pert breast. Squeezing hard he found her nipple and rolled it firmly between thumb and forefinger. In no time he felt her begin to shudder beneath him, orgasm filling her. Evan grunted his own release and after emptying himself, pulled free, wiping his still dripping end on her long hair.
"She's a hot little bitch. Would you like to partake?"
Dominic grinned, "Don't mind if I do."
"I have another job for you," said Evan as he watched Dominic rub his erect cock into
Petal's still flowing juices. As he took up position behind her, Evan saw Petal look up sharply, her blue eyes wide, her head going back and forth in an attempt to deny what Dominic was about to do.
"What's that?" asked Dominic as he pulled the cheeks of her bottom wide.
Evan watched as he forced entry despite Petal's attempts to keep him out. "I have another collection for
you," he told him as he began to hammer against the captive blonde. "Ten's hard, eleven
can't be that much harder."
"True."
Evan smiled as Petal's eyes began to melt, enjoying Dominic's treatment of her whether she wanted to or not.
"A special one?" he asked as his hands began to maul at her taut breasts.
Evan listened to Petal's moans and whines a moment before going over to the drinks cabinet and getting himself another whiskey.
"Yes," he said. "A special one."
Returning to his desk he pulled out a file and opened it. The first page contained two photographs of a woman; one long range and one close up, both taken without her knowledge. Black hair was pulled severely behind her and held in clips. Large brown eyes were hard and seemed unfeeling. Her full red lips were meant to caress a man. She was arrogant and standoffish and Evan wanted to knock that arrogance from her eyes. He wanted her shuddering at his feet and begging for his attention.
Evan looked up as Dominic joined him and handed him the photos.
"Who is she?" he asked.
"Jessica Millar," Evan said. "A stuck up bitch that will get what's coming to
her."
"What did she do?"
"She owns Semlins Ltd.," Evan explained, "I had a bid in for a small company, nothing really but I wanted it. She took it out from under
me."
"There's something more," Dominic pushed.
Evan smiled they had been friends for a long time. Dominic knew him. "I saw her at some party or another, she…
…let's just say she rubbed my nose in it. In front of some very influential
people."
"How hard will she be?"
"Not hard at all," Evan told him. "She's away from the office for a while. She's not expected back for three
weeks."
"Where?"
"She has a cottage near the Lake District. Very remote. I have acquired the location and the number of the alarm system. I see no
problems."
"I'll see to this one myself, "Dominic assured him.
"Bring her in with the next load."
"As you wish."
"Go early," Evan suggested. "Play a while."
"I might just do that," he chuckled, glancing back at Petal.
"Why don't we head down to the village," Evan suggested. "You'd be surprised at how far we have come. You
don't visit much these days."
"Not as much as I'd like."
"I'll phone the office and tell them that you're taking some time off," Evan said.
"We can sort the new batch between us."
"Like old times," Dominic smiled. "Oh the disks. They contain matters that need your
attention."
"I'll see to them later."
"You own the company. It can't run without your input"
"It won't collapse in the next couple of hours." He turned to Petal "If you're good I may release you when I
return."
"You're a bastard, Evan," Dominic chuckled.
"And you're too soft for your own good."
End of Chapter One
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