Hill, Meagan - Master Me [Masterson] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF

startle beneath his touch, the reaction squelched almost as soon as it happened. He could also feel the fear coming off of her in sickening waves. He had a feeling he’d stumbled upon the reason for her beatings.
    Mandy tried not to quiver as she maintained her submissive position, ignoring the screaming coming from her ankle as she’d ignored many other, often worse, injuries. She thought back to how she’d spoken to Mitch and wanted to hurt herself for being so forward. He had every reason to punish her after how she had treated him. Granted, she’d had no idea he was a GO, and perhaps that would mitigate some of the punishment she knew she had coming. She was so afraid, though it made her heart sick to be afraid of the one man she’d ever felt any kind of positive reaction to since she’d been taken. Be that as it may, he was a Master, right now, her Master, and she had not treated him as such.
    When Mandy felt his hand rest upon the back of her head, she couldn’t help the instinctive flinch. “I’m sorry, Master!” she whispered again, the tears freely falling from her eyes. She wasn’t crying because she was in pain or was afraid of being hurt. That she expected. She was crying because she was angry at herself. She had allowed herself to forget her place due to her attraction to Mitch.
    “Mandy,” Mitch started, pausing again when she whimpered almost inaudibly, before continuing, “Mandy, please stop that. Sit back on the couch how you were so we can talk.”
    Almost before Mitch had finished his sentence, Mandy had returned to her exact former position, though she had clearly withdrawn into herself, her eyes cast down in continued submission. He was again startled at how quickly she moved in her obedience. It made his heart sick to realize what had made her become that way. Mitch realized it was past time for him to look into her aura, her inner energies. “Please stay still for a few moments until I tell you to move.” She didn’t respond to him, simply becoming perfectly still. It was almost eerie how still she became. He could tell she was breathing, but only barely.
    Mitch took a deep breath, clearing his mind to allow himself to focus on using other senses. Normally, he could do this without effort, but his awareness of her was interfering with his inner peace, despite the fact he felt oddly content while touching her. Once he was concentrating, however, her aura came into focus easily. It was a good thing his mother had warned him to brace himself. He’d never seen someone’s aura so destroyed. There was just a single spark of life at her very center, above her heart. She had started out good, he could tell. That goodness had been destroyed or overcome by some type of external evil. He’d seen auras like this, from victims of horrific crimes. The more severe and long-lasting the crime was, the more of the aura it destroyed. Mandy had been damaged almost beyond repair. Now he knew what his mother was alluding to and why Mandy was wearing the crystals she had on. If someone didn’t step in to save her soon, she would be lost forever.
    Mitch’s repulsion and anger at her treatment couldn’t be contained, making his voice rough when he spoke again. “Mandy.” He stopped when she flinched slightly before regaining her former position. He fought for a moment and was finally certain he could speak without sounding threatening. “Mandy, tell me about your coven.”
    Mandy took a deep breath and began speaking in a soft voice. Clearly, her speaking volume was a part of her submissive stature. “I belong to the Cabela coven. Our compound is just outside El Paso.” Mitch was surprised to hear that the coven was so close. There were only about thirty known covens throughout the US, and he knew the leaders of most of them and certainly the head of the covens closest to them. The Cabela coven’s compound was about ten hours away from his current location outside of a tiny town by the name of