Dominant for the Night (For The Night #7)
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Authors: C. J. Fallowfield
Dominant
for the Night
C.J. Fallowfield
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ASIN: B00S7MF4HM
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Fallowfield
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This book is a work of fiction.
Names, characters, businesses, organisations and places or events, are either
the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely
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Foreword
Written as standalone
quick hot reads,
For the Night
novellas are told in alternating points
of view of Logan Steele, and his client, or clients. However, in order to fully
enjoy Logan’s development, they should be read in the sequence that they are
released:
Strangers for the Night
Virgin for the Night
Filthy for the Night
Ménage for the Night
Sophisticated for the Night
Biker for the Night
Dominant for the Night
Actor for the Night
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Chapters
Logan
My name is Logan Steele.
I’m devilishly handsome, seriously ripped, well hung, charismatic and highly
sexed. Women just can’t resist me. So when I lost my job in the construction
industry and was struggling for cash, I decided to put my assets to good use.
By day I’m a private
personal fitness trainer. By night I’m a high class escort.
I don’t advertise my
sexual services anymore, I have a long client list that come to me through word
of mouth. I’m that good that I’m booked months in advance. Scores of women pay
me extortionately high fees to fulfil their fantasies. And for the most part I
do. I have a strict set of rules that I abide by, which are provided in the
full contract that you’ll receive along with the booking form, if accepted.
I’ve bullet pointed an abridged version below, just so you’re clear before you
send me an email request:
Rules my clients must
comply with are:
I must see a picture in
advance.
I can decline the booking
request without explanation.
I can only be booked for
the night.
All sexual acts must be
consensual.
I will provide you with a
report to complete, then I will choose the setting for our meeting based on
your scenario.
I am flown first class or
by private jet if I am required to work abroad.
In the event of the above,
I will provide my dietary requirements in advance.
I will perform a full
background check.
I base my variable charge
on the scenario being requested.
“No” rules that I
stipulate are:
No bareback.
No minors.
No physical violence.
Nothing illegal.
No form of emotional
attachment during or after the event. I am merely performing a sexual or
companion service.
No contact after the
event, unless it is for a new booking.
And my absolute number
one rule, without exception is:
Full payment up front,
which is non-refundable. There is no requirement for a refund clause, I never
fail to perform.
So, now you are aware of
my rules for the night and are about to contact me, all that remains to be
asked is “Who do you want me to be?”
I took a deep breath.
Tonight’s booking was a game changer, in more than one way. Logan Steele, world
renowned escort, had officially retired from the business fourteen months ago.
I’d transferred all my clients to an up and coming escort I’d worked with and mentored,
Trey Douglas. My lawyer, Robert Austin, had ensured that a lucrative financial
agreement had been drawn up, on a sliding scale, giving me a percentage of
Trey’s commissions from my clients, for a set number of years. A percentage that
would add to my retirement fund substantially. I’d been going legitimate, only
working as a personal trainer to clients of means, from my state of the art gym,
in the basement of my luxury London warehouse apartment. My earnings from my
personal training were more than enough for me to enjoy a lifestyle with the
trappings I’d come to enjoy, my designer clothes, first class travel, gourmet
restaurants and 5* hotels.
The real revelation was, that for a man as sexual
as I was, I hadn’t had sex in all that time. Not since my last client, Lady Eve
Myers, had booked me for a biker for the night fantasy. Even that night was a
game changer in itself, I’d faked coming during sex with her, something I’d only
ever done once before. All because I’d already developed feelings for Summer
Beresford, international movie star, who had booked me for a virgin for the
night “training” appointment months before I saw Eve. Back then Summer had been
an unknown actress, a virgin, called upon to play the role of a submissive, in
the
Broken Promises Trilogy
of films, based around the bestselling books
by Mimi Sky. During the course of that night, we’d had an unexplainable
attraction to each other. I’d broken my code of not getting emotionally
attached to a client and had driven her home the next day, but had realised the
foolishness of my crush on her, believing all she saw me as, was the guy she
paid to take her virginity and teach her some moves. I’d deleted her file and
blocked her email, making me miss her second booking request. But my feelings
for her had led me to take matters into my own hands, to surprise her at her
movie premiere and we’d spent an amazing night together, confessing our desire
for each other. She was naturally concerned about starting a relationship with
me, given my rather sordid history, so we’d agreed to see each other as friends.
To get to know each other properly, to give her time to trust that I was
genuine about a relationship, that I’d really given up my former lifestyle and
to understand my sexual preferences, which had scared her.
Those fourteen months were both the best and worst
of my life. I got to spend time with her, not as much as I’d like, she had a
hectic schedule finishing the filming of the trilogy and fielding offers for
her next blockbuster. Just being around her lifted my spirits though. She was
the sweetest, kindest hearted person I knew, with never a bad word to say about
anyone. She was perfect, in every way. Her smile, the way she blushed when I
told her what I’d love to do to her, the way she giggled when I said something
funny. Her body,
Christ her body.
That was where the worst months of my
life came into play. We managed to squeeze in a date maybe once every other
week, but where we spent the most time was in my gym, working her out, daily.
She insisted she needed toning, I disagreed. Being in close proximity to her,
seeing her curvaceous backside in a pair of small tight shorts, her large pert
breasts encased in that cropped sports top, with a sheen of perspiration
covering her soft skin, and not being able to lick off the drops that trickled
down her throat, through that canyon towards her navel, was utter hell. Not
being able to have sex with her was fucking torture. I’d never shown so much
restraint in my life. I’d expected that she’d make me work for her, to build
her trust, I just hadn’t expected it to take so long. Logan Steele was a
seductor. Women fell at his feet, begged him to take them to his bed, if only
for the night, yet she …
she
continued to deflect my attempts with a
damn Logan Steele light sabre. She was a woman of steel. She evaded my advances
like Catwoman, leaving me entangled in a Spiderwoman’s web. I’d managed to kiss
her properly five times, five times when she’d trembled and whimpered in my
mouth as I took her possessively, but each time she pulled away, saying she
wasn’t ready. I’d promised to be patient with her, and I cared about her too
much to force the issue, but every man had his limits. I was well beyond mine.
I’d passed that exit many junctions ago.
I still had escort requests from former and new
clients on my email, the one I also used for my fitness clients, begging for
Logan Steele to come out of retirement, but I’d rejected every single one. This
was my new life, this was the path I was supposed to be on, the one I’d chosen
to be on. But this latest email had peaked my interest. It spoke to the deepest
part of me. To the man inside the persona of Logan Steele, the man who craved
control sexually, who wanted to be dominant.. Her email request was simple.
I want to be educated in the ways of BDSM, for
you to show me what that means. I’m willing to submit to you and have you do as
you wish with me. On the condition that you take it gently as it’s my first
time.
I looked at Mandy Fullerton’s booking request
email, then chuckled and smiled as I looked at the photograph. O yes, the
thought of being myself was far too tempting to refuse, to be Logan Steele
again, to organise the perfect fantasy night, not just for the client, but for
me. Especially with the woman in the photograph who made my cock jerk on sight.
It had been too long for any man to go without sex, let alone for Logan Steele.
She wanted a dominant for the night, she was going to get it. Even if I had to
offer it with a side of gentle.