Master Red (Marshall Cottage)

I was addicted to Master Red as much as he seemed to be addicted to me…

It had been hard to adjust to Master Red as he was known, who lavished praise and endearments on me as easily as scattering confetti. They sailed down, covering me, filling me with awe, and at first I’d wondered whether that was just his way. But something told me I meant far more to him than I’d imagined.

I needed the pleasure-pain he could give me—and if I were honest, love too. I couldn’t live without it. Or him. So when he took me into the voyeur room and made it clear he intended for us to put on a public show, I was excited that we were going to the next level. There were so many more levels after that and I wanted to experience them. I was ready for whatever he had to give.

And I intended to enjoy taking.