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Prologue
Epilogue
Books by Jordan Silver
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Master Brax
Alyssa
Also by Jordan Silver
The Reluctant Sub
Jordan Silver
Contents
Books by Jordan Silver
Other Titles by Jordan Silver
Web site
Copyright
Prologue
1. Master Brax
2. Master Brax
3. Master Brax
4. Master Brax
5. Master Brax
6. Master Brax
7. Master Brax
8. Master Brax
9. Alyssa
10. Alyssa
11. Alyssa
12. Master Brax
13. Master Brax
14. Alyssa
15. Master Brax
16. Master Brax
17. Master Brax
18. Master Brax
19. Master Brax
20. Alyssa
21. Alyssa
22. Master Brax
23. Alyssa
Epilogue
Also by Jordan Silver
Books by Jordan Silver
The Reluctant Sub
Jordan Silver
COMING SOON
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Lyon’s Family
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Rebound
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His One Sweet Thing
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My Best Friend’s Daughter
Loving My Best Friend’s Daughter
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The Killer
The Villain
The Champ
The Mancini Way
Catch Me if You Can
Hold Me If You Can
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His Wants (A Prequel)
Taking What He Wants
Stolen
The Brit
The Homecoming
The Soccer Mom’s Bad Boy
The Daughter In Law
Southern Heat
His Secret Child
Betrayed
Night Visits
The Soldier’s Lady
Billionaire’s Fetish
Rough Riders
Stryker
Caleb’s Blessing
The Claiming
Man of Steel
Fervor
My Little Book of Erotic Tales
Tryst
His Xmas Surprise
Tease
Brett’s Little Headaches
Strangers in The Night
My Little Farm Girl
The Bad Boys of Capitol Hill
Bad Boy
The Billionaire and The Pop Star
Gabriel’s Promise
Kicking and Screaming
His Holiday Gift
Diary of a Pissed Off Wife
The Crush
The Gambler
Sassy Curves
Dangerously In Love
The Billionaire
The Third Wife
Talon’s Heart
Naughty Neighbors
Forbidden
Deception
Texas Hellion
Illicit
Queen of My Heart
The Wives
Biker’s Baby Girl
Broken
Indiscretion
The Good Girl
The Forever Girl
Biker’s Law
Bad Santa
Redneck
Savage
My Ward My Woman
Bad Uncle
Starting Over
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Pet
Training His Pet
His Submissive Pet
Breeding His Pet
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American Gangster
Double The Trouble
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First eBook edition: April 2017
Prologue
"Where is she?" There was no inflection in the young man’s voice and tone, and yet the elderly gentleman wrung his hands in consternation, as he avoided the fierce, piercing eyes of the man standing before him. Brax Stanford was a younger man yes, but he was of higher breeding and wealth than old Silas, and Silas was a man who knew his place.
Unlike some others, who would be dragged kicking and screaming into hell before they’d submit themselves to anyone. Like his eighteen-year old daughter who was even now hiding when she should be here front and center to meet her new master.
"Well sir you see, it's like this, please don't be too cross she's young yet and prone to nonsense on occasion." If he could he would be almost anywhere else but here right now facing what was sure to be the man’s coming wrath.
"That doesn't answer my question now does it, where is my property?" Though the younger man did not raise his voice this time either it still sent fear through the other man. All knew of Master Stanford's strength, and his temper. If not for the also well-known fact that the man also had a heart of gold old Silas would've helped the girl hide himself, but he was hoping for his only child's sake that the tales of the young master’s kindnesses were true.
When he'd first fell on hard times, he'd thought long and hard of his options. There weren't that many left for a man like himself, a man of lesser means. He had nothing really to offer the world and this new world was very hard and unforgiving to those who were less fortunate.
He hadn’t always been in this sorry predicament. Once he’d been a man of means himself and could’ve afforded the best of everything for the child that had been the apple of his eye. But then his business had gone belly up almost fifteen years ago in twenty sixteen. Now on the cusp of twenty thirty-one he was about to be rid of his one remaining asset.
Yes that's the conclusion he'd drawn that long ago day. She
was his one asset and by her very existence a liability. The money it took to feed and clothe her far exceeded his meager savings and he'd heard often enough of her beauty. Better he hand her off to someone with means, than let some bastard soil her for free. Besides, as her sire it was up to him to see to her future and make sure it was less bleak than what it was now.
He'd put out feelers, but in certain circles only. After all he wanted her to go to a good man and hopefully a nice home. Forget illegalities, no one in society really governed such things anymore, and besides, he knew of plenty who had gone that route with successful results. It was almost de rigueur these days for such things to take place.
For the wealthy elite it was almost a sign of their standing in society for a young man to have…whatever it was he was about to make his daughter into. He couldn’t bring himself to think beyond the technicalities of the thing.
Never in a million years, would he have believed his inquiry would reach such high echelons as the Stanford heir though. He’d never allowed his thoughts to become that lofty. Never dared hope that the likes of the young master would be interested in his little sprite.
He'd been gone with excitement when the man had sent his servant to fetch him to his fancy mansion on the hill. Hell, his daughter will be living in splendor. Marble floors and gold filigree on the mirrors, yes indeed the girl will think she'd moved up in the world and be glad of it.
He totally overlooked the fact that she would be in essence nothing more than property, or that the freedoms the high-strung Alyssa now enjoyed would be so greatly reduced as to be almost nonexistent. He was more interested in putting food in their bellies and a roof over their heads.
The deal had been struck and he'd walked away a rich man. He felt no guilt, his conscience was clear. He'd found a good master for his little girl. The boy had been kind spoken with fine manners as he asked his questions. And he wasn’t a bad looking young man either. Any woman would be well pleased, and he expected no less from his only child. She was female wasn’t she? And young. Surely she’d appreciate that he’d found her someone as well heeled as master Braxton.
She was sure to be well fed and looked after, things he could no longer afford to do for her. The girl was smart enough to see the reasoning behind his decision, or so he’d convinced himself. But here it is the day she was supposed to go to her new home and the child was making him look bad.
He should’ve taken a switch to her behind long ago, but he never could bring himself to do it. And he’d once found such joy in her antics. How could you punish a child when you’d laughed yourself silly at whatever mischief she’d got up to? But this was going too far, even for the stubborn as a mule little tyrant.
Okay in all fairness he hadn't told her about the new arrangements until last night, at which point she'd thrown a tantrum the likes of which he'd not seen since she was two years old. Then she'd brained him with the coffee pot and taken off for parts unknown.
Young Mr. Stanford didn't say anything more, just climbed the steps and entered the house. Old Silas followed close on his heels not sure what to do, but his anxiety climbed with each step until he almost choked on the apprehension that was fast growing in his gut.
"You're not thinking I hid her are you?"
"No." That was all the answer the younger man gave before walking down the hallway like he’d been there a thousand times instead of never having set foot in the place before. For some strange reason he stopped under the trapdoor that led up to the old attic.
No one had been up there in years; in fact Silas had almost forgotten it was there. But young master Stanford used his nose like a bloodhound sniffing the air, and that is where he stopped.
Reaching up from his great height the young man pulled the door down and that's how old Silas found out where his little Alyssa was hiding, when a barrage of missiles came flying across the musky, cobwebbed space above their heads.
"Alyssa this is your master speaking, get down here now."
"Drop dead asshole." Silas thought they were done for-for sure. They’d be run out of town if they were lucky to survive the consequences of his daughter’s acid tongue.
He was ready to throw himself at the young man’s feet and beg his mercy, but then the boy did the strangest thing. Instead of getting angry and throwing out threats like old Silas expected, he threw his head back and laughed.
From up the rickety stairs came a mumbled, "Well shit."
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Master Brax
Hmm, looks like I’ll have my hands full with this one. No matter, part of the fun was in the training and I’m damn good at it. I could feel the fear pouring off the old man as he followed behind me.
It was no secret that men of a higher standing in our society took liberties with those of a lesser birth. In all rights I could have him arrested or flogged, any number of things. As a member of high society I was not to be affronted by anyone.
I knew the older man, Silas Dorian was his name, had no idea how I came to find his name or to even hear of his existence before I’d summoned him. He’d been too excited at the prospects of what my money would mean for him, not to mention the girl’s well being, to ask too many questions the one and only time we’d met.
The truth is I’d long heard of the girl. One day the servants were discussing the high-strung beauty whose father supposedly let her run wild and what a horrible end she’d come to yet.
I’d never seen her before for all that we lived a mere short distance apart. Her father had obviously once been a man of means, and I guess to keep his daughter from the dregs of society, he had put whatever monies he had left into maintaining their present dwelling and not much else.
I wouldn’t have given the overheard stories too much thought had it not been for the next words that came out of the kitchen from the cook’s son Shamus. The young man had let it be known that there was a group of toughs who had planned something rather sinister for the young girl.
It was a well-known fact that predators roamed the streets of major cities and little suburban enclaves, snatching young girls and selling them into prostitution. Apparently one of these factions had designs on this Dorian girl.
Being who I am I couldn’t let such a thing happen, no. My first intention was to give the girl’s father a warning. But that was before the day I left to go see him in his humble home and came across a most spectacular sight.
There’s a stream on the riverbed between their place and mine. Not many walk there in the daytime. People are too busy making a living to enjoy much leisure time in life these days, except for the wealthy of course. But we preferred our indoor heated pools to wading in what amounted these days to little more than a swamp.
As I’d broken through the trees I heard a tinkling laugh and splashing, which made me pull up short, until I found the source and lost the will to breathe. I’d stared for a good few seconds before I’d shaken myself out of my trancelike state and headed into the trees out of sight.
Magnificent did not begin to cover the vision before my eyes. Every description I’d overheard in the kitchen that day paled in comparison to the reality. I had no doubt as to whom she was as I took her in. For the first time since my youth I found myself looking at a female with something more than lust. It was her beauty I suppose. Like finding a rare gem in a sea of glass.
Long jet-black hair, at least I think it was black but being wet it could’ve been a darker shade of brown. Whatever, that’s not what caught my eye though no, it was the nymph like body. Golden tanned skin, up tilted breasts that would just fit in a man’s hands and a waist that he could easily span with those hands.
All this tapered down to high round ass cheeks that begged for my whip or the flat of my hand, which tingled with the thought as if I could feel her firm warm flesh beneath it already.
My cock had grown hard and thick at the thought and I’d been almost tempted to rub one out right there and then the feeling of lust was so powerful. Instead I’d stayed hidden in the tr
ees and watched as she’d given her pussy a thorough washing making sure she was clean.
She played in the water so carefree, so damn beautiful it was hard to imagine that she was real. And that laugh. Like tinkering bells. It was a sound you didn’t hear too often these days. Not since things had changed so drastically.
My eyes never left her and I was close enough to see the beads of water as they rolled down the plump flesh of her tits and off her perfect nipples. The thought that anyone else might come along and see her like this made me angry, but there was nothing to be done unless I wanted to betray my presence. I’m no brute to go manhandling a young girl that I had no relation to but if I owned her….
Well now, that’s where the thought had first taken root, when the seed had been planted. Right then and there I’d decided that I was going to own all that beauty. Why not? It was something most men in my position had done by the time they were my age. I just hadn’t had the interest before. But something about her was spellbinding, and when the sun chose that moment to shine down on her just right, I saw it as an omen.
I’d waited until she was a safe distance away after she’d left the water and got dressed again, before leaving my hiding place. I watched as she disappeared out of sight over the slight incline that led to her home.
I’d spent the first few days after the encounter trying to formulate a plan. No matter what, I must own her. Even if it meant, taking her. I stopped short on that thought, knowing that it would make me no better than the men I’d been on my way to save her from. It left a bad taste in my mouth.
Instead of going to her home that day as I had planned, I’d changed tack. After procuring the names of the vagabonds who would’ve accosted her, I’d paid them each a visit.
The girl was not to be harmed in anyway. If anything should befall her, they would be held responsible. In the end they who would’ve abused her then became her caretakers. It was in their best interest to keep her safe. No one wanted to feel my wrath. The word had gone out that she was off limits and no one dared trespass against me.
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