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  Dominant for the Night

  C.J. Fallowfield

  Kindle Edition

  Version 1E

  ASIN: B00S7MF4HM

  Copyright © 2015 C. J. Fallowfield

  All Rights Reserved Worldwide

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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 coincidental.

  I am a British author and write in British English

  Image Copyright © 2015

  Editing by Karen J

  Proofreading by Fallowettes

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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

  Prologue

  Logan Steele

  Mandy Fullerton

  Hand Tied

  The Cross

  Exploring the Senses

  Softly, Softly

  Client Evaluation

  Next Release

  Newsletter

  Other Titles by C.J. Fallowfield

  Prologue

  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?”

  Logan Steele

  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 he
r 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.

  Mandy Fullerton

  I took my time in my wet room, rubbing delicately scented oil all over my smooth skin. I was excited and nervous about this booking with Logan. I gently patted myself dry and walked through my dressing room to the bedroom to style my hair, covering myself in a dressing gown as I heard my front door bell ring. One of the security guards from the reception desk of my apartment building handed me a large white box, tied with a red ribbon. It looked expensive.

  I sat on the bed, unravelled the ribbon, lifted the lid and pulled out some very sexy lingerie. It felt luxurious, there was no doubt that this was expensive, and classy. There was a pair of ruffled black knickers and a demi bra, suspender belt and lace top sheer stockings. Also in the box was a pair of very high, sexy black designer heels and a knee length black trench coat. I dressed in the items provided, carefully rolling the delicate stockings up my legs and fixing them in place before stepping into the heels. I strode over to the mirror and did a spin, looking at myself from all angles. Hell, I looked seriously sexy. I lifted my tumbling tresses up, exposing my neck, trying to decide if I should wear my hair up or down, then laughed to myself. It wasn’t like I needed to make an effort. I’d booked him, Logan Steele was a sure thing. I left my hair loose, the long tumbling waves scraping my lower back. I grabbed my mobile as it rang and smiled to see it was one of my friends, Jayne. I quickly checked my watch, I was being picked up any minute.

  ‘Hey, is everything ok?’ I asked as I answered.

  ‘That’s what I was ringing to ask you.’

  ‘Why wouldn’t it be?’

  ‘Because you’re going through with this insane plan, to be tied up and beaten.’

  ‘That’s not what’s going to happen.’

  ‘O right, because you’re such an expert in BDSM?’

  ‘I’ve done research and it’s not part of Logan’s brief to “beat me.”’ I laughed.

  ‘What do you even know about this guy, hun?’

  ‘I told you, I’ve done lots of research and he comes highly recommended.’

  ‘I’ll bet he “comes” high,’ she laughed.

  ‘I promise I’ll be fine, Jayne. I’ll text you in the morning to let you know that I’m ok.’

  ‘I just don’t see why you’re doing this. I mean you could have your pick of guys looking like that and then there’s Lucas.’

  ‘What about Lucas?’ I frowned.

  ‘Please, like you don’t know he has the hots for you and that boy is mighty fine.’

  ‘We’re just friends, we’re not a couple,’ I reminded her.

  ‘You could be a couple and then you could get him to do these kinky things to you, without paying a fee.’

  ‘Jayne it’s a fantasy. Fantasies need to be perfect, meticulously planned and carried out with every single detail having been thought out. That’s what Logan Steele does. Have you heard any rumours of this guy letting down any client sexually?’

  ‘Well no, but …’

  ‘No buts,’ I interrupted. ‘You’ve heard nothing because he’s the best. If I’m going to do this, I want the best.’

  ‘Do you think he does pony play?’

  ‘Seriously?’ I burst out laughing and heard her laugh too.

  ‘Hey, you want to be abused, I love the idea of being ridden, by a stallion.’

  ‘Well Logan wouldn’t let you down on the stallion side, from what I hear.’

  ‘Ride me, baby, giddy up,’ she giggled.

  ‘So, what other kinky fantasies do you have?’ I teased. Jayne was a self-confessed gentle and tender romance addict. She wouldn’t book any kind of fantasy, let alone pony play. I had a more inquisitive mind, despite not having as much experience as her, but animals definitely didn’t feature, other than the man being animalistic in his desire at times.

  ‘I’d love to be the Little Mermaid, seduced by the fisherman who caught me,’ she giggled, teasing me. ‘Or maybe a Kermit and Miss Piggy fantasy.’

  ‘Stop,’ I laughed, tears threatening to ruin my beautifully made up eyes. ‘Kermit? The last thing you want to see in a fantasy is a green cock.’

  ‘But imagine that tongue! Kermit would have a seriously long tongue.’

  ‘You’re making me want to rethink my boring dominant for the night fantasy,’ I teased and my ears pricked up at the sound of my intercom. ‘Jayne, I’m sorry, it’s time, I need to go. I think the driver’s down in reception.’

  ‘Just be careful, hun. Make sure you don’t let him take it too far, don’t let yourself be hurt.’

  ‘I won’t, I promise. Thanks for caring. I’ll call you tomorrow.’ I put the phone down and belted the coat, then sprayed a touch of perfume behind each ear and on the inside of my wrists. The intercom buzzed again and I took a deep breath. It was time.

  ‘Good evening, Miss Fullerton. My name’s David and I’ll be your driver this evening,’ he nodded as he held the back door of the black Mercedes open for me.

  ‘Good evening, David,’ I smiled, as I carefully got into the car. I wondered how often he was Logan’s driver, if he knew where he was taking me, or why? And if he did, was he judging me for booking a male escort for the evening? I wondered how many clients Logan had seen, what number I was on the list? Or how many of them had asked for a similar fantasy to mine, to want to know how it felt to be dominated sexually, to let a man be in complete control of their sexual pleasure for the night? I shuddered at the thought of it. ‘Do you work for Mr. Steele often?’ I asked David.

  ‘No, not very often. His usual driver was busy this evening, I only act as a backup now and again. I’ve not been booked for the morning, is there a particular time you
need me?’ he asked and I frowned.

  ‘I’m not sure, what’s the earliest you’d be able to come?’

  ‘Anytime, I’m paid a daily rate and only clock on when I leave home to collect someone. Here, take my card, give me roughly half an hour’s notice and I’ll be there to pick you up.’

  ‘Great, thanks,’ I replied, as I took the card he was holding over his shoulder off him and deposited it in my coat pocket.

  David opened the car door for me and helped me out. I gave him a nod and a smile to let him know that I was ok and watched as he returned to sit in his car, the engine idling as I pressed the buzzer. Presumably he was waiting until I was safely inside. My stomach was in knots and my hands were trembling. I closed my eyes as I heard a deep sexy voice come over the intercom system.

  ‘The door’s on the latch, Mandy. Walk in, close and lock it behind you. Then I want you to walk to the lounge and stand in front of me. You won’t say a word unless I ask you a question and you will follow every command I give you. If you don’t agree to those rules then get back in the car and go home. Now answer me, do you agree?’

  ‘I agree,’ I nodded, as I looked at the camera above me.

  ‘Then enter.’

  I turned and gave a nod to David, to say he could go and lifted my hand to turn the door handle, walked inside, then closed and locked it behind me, as instructed. After another deep breath and a wipe of my damp palms on my coat, I strode confidently to the lounge area and stood in front of him. There he was, Logan Steele himself. He was casually leaning back in an armchair, looking so damn handsome, dressed in a black suit with a crisp white shirt tucked in, undone at the neck, with a pair of silver cufflinks. His grey eyes held such depth as they scanned me up and down and he nodded his approval. His picture really didn’t do him justice. I felt my stomach flutter and a delicious tingle in my nipples and between my thighs.