Her Master's Courtesan

(Book One of the Master’s Series)

By Lily White

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, any place, events or occurrences, is purely coincidental. The characters and story lines are created from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Her Master’s Courtesan: Copyright © 2014 by Lily White

Cover: Copyright @ 2014 by Cover Me Darling

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This book contains graphic descriptions of sexual and physical violence. This is not a light and fluffy story. This is NOT a love story. There are no unicorns, fluffy kittens, squishy feelings or hearts and flowers. This is a story filled with mindfuckery. If you are looking for love – you’ve come to the wrong place. I cannot stress that enough. If you are agreeable with these terms – please proceed and have a nice day.

For additional clarification – please see the Merriam-Webster Definition of ‘Dark’:

Definition from Merriam Webster:

¹
dark
adjective
\
ˈ
därk\

: having very little or no light

: having more black than white : not light

Full Definition of DARK

1 a :  devoid or partially devoid of light :  not receiving, reflecting, transmitting, or radiating light;

2 a :  arising from or showing evil traits or desires

b : 
dismal
,
gloomy

d :  relating to grim or depressing circumstances

I am a Master. I want to first mention this fact to allow you to understand the story I am about to tell you. It’s a heavy blanket of tragedy – and I have no regrets. I capture women, I break them down and I rebuild them. If they are lucky, they are sold into the hands of another owner. If they are less fortunate, they are buried beneath the ground, never to be thought of again.

There is no room for error in my business. It takes years of practice and inherent skill to adequately break a young woman’s mind, without breaking her body in the process. I will admit my success rate was poor when I was younger. There were many women who died at my hands and only a handful of faces that still haunt me. But I lust for the control, I demand absolute submission – my body yearns to warp the minds of those I train.

Control is the only thing I’ll ever need.

With my first conquest came excitement and elation – maybe a word as simple as joy can describe the high I received when the first woman’s body shuddered beneath me – when her mind snapped and she no longer resisted whatever desire I had. I became addicted to the feeling of ultimate control.

I am wealthy, good-looking, educated and charming. I spent years sharpening my wit while also perfecting the face and body I use to lure the innocent.

I am, in no way, a good man.

I do not want love.

I do not want kindness.

She thought she could change me by giving me the two things I knew I never wanted.

She was wrong.

~ Aiden ~

“Excuse me, miss, but I think you may have dropped this.”

Her blond hair spun around her shoulders like expensive silk when she turned to look at me. Her face immediately blushed; the red sprawling across the alabaster perfection of her cheeks in such a way that I could guess she had her share of hopeful admirers.

I held out the handkerchief that I previously pulled from her purse when she stood looking at a painting in the art gallery where I’d followed her. It took two days to track her and study her mannerisms in public. She always behaved like a woman at ease – one who believed a bright future was laid out so easily in front of her. She was the type that never suspected and never bothered to glance around at their surroundings – the type that made it so easy.

“Oh! I …” She huffed out a breath and took the handkerchief from my hand, my finger extended out to purposefully rub across hers. Her blush was enticing and I wondered if it spread across her entire body as deeply as it did her face.

“I must have left my purse open again. Thank you.” Her words tripped over themselves and I smiled kindly, completely aware of the attraction she felt towards me. It was instantaneous and it was all I needed to get what I wanted.

“This is an interesting exhibit they have this week. A bit
erotic
for my tastes, but I admire the artist’s ability to capture the emotion of her subjects,” I commented.

She blushed again, obviously embarrassed to have been caught so mesmerized by the painting that hung on the wall. It was a simple mix of black, white and red – the curved lines of a couple in the throes of passion. The brushstrokes themselves were made seductive by the subjects they captured.

“Um, yes, I liked the color scheme of this one. It’s a little risqué, somewhat darker than the others.”

“You’re drawn to the taboo?” I continued to tease and I purposefully moved to brush against her shoulder while waiting for her response.

“Not … well, not normally. But I do admire this piece. I feel the artist was able to capture what some would consider
taboo
and paint it in such a way as to render it beautiful and true.”

My eyes flicked up at the painting and I admired the pose the woman had taken before the man she seduced. She knelt down before him as she presented her body for his dominance and use. She was glancing back at the point where his body was attached to hers and you could see that her face was turned to the side with a lace blindfold secured around her eyes. A blood red color was used to paint the sash that bound her hands above her head.

Looking back down at the blushing woman, I realized this would be easier than most of the other acquisitions I’d made. Extending my hand, I introduced myself. “My name is Aiden.”

She took my hand, gentle in the way she squeezed my fingers in greeting. “Hello Aiden. My name is Rebecca. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Would you mind if I escorted you around to see the rest of the exhibit? I’m interested to know your thoughts on the other paintings. I’m not much of an art person, however, so you may well have more knowledge than me.”