Gabi Moore - Mind Games - A Bad Boy Romance With A Twist

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DEAN CANE:

T his is MY side of the story.

I know the media love to portray me as this rich, bad boy asshole, the son of one of the most notorious man in history and a ruthless businessman in his own right. But they dont know a thing about me.

Do you ever wonder why people really chase wealth and power?

I never did.

Not until she turned up.

I had everything, or I thought I did. Before Nora and I started playing our twisted mind games, I thought I truly understood myself, and what I really wanted

But I was more wrong than I knew, and now, for the first time in my life, Im afraid. I have something of real value to lose. The love of my life is in danger, and Im the one to blame. I would do anything in my power to protect her, but

What if Im just like my father after all?

NORA SMITH:

I dont know when it stopped being a game and started being my life.

It all happened so fast.

One moment I was Mistress Morgan, a badass dominatrix in perfect control of her life, and the next I was on the run, sharing a bed with the son of a man who was powerful enough to destroy me completely.

Dean and I are getting closer. To each other and to something else. Every night we push ourselves further. Harder. The games are becoming stranger and I just dont know where it all ends

Im afraid.

Afraid that my past will catch up with me and take him away. Afraid that all those delicious places were exploring together will be shut to us forever and that all of this is just a dream. But theres something even scarier than that what if, by some miracle, we can actually pull this off?

What if I get exactly what I want?

G et dressed . We have work to do.

Lipstick. Diamonds. Fishnets. Peroxide out the melanin in your hair till each strand glows yellow-white. You look good in pink.

I know you dont see how any of this is important. I know that you dont yet understand why Im telling you the things Im telling you.

But listen anyway.

Pay attention.

We all play many roles in this life, but you can choose each and every one of them, I promise. The time has come to be strong, to hold your head up high and to act with precision and dignity. It will be challenging, but dont be afraid, Ill show you how.

But first, you have to get dressed.

Piece by piece, you have to cover your nakedness, and protect your soft body from the elements, and from the corrosive gaze of others. I know youre not sure about this, but do it anyway. Do it for me.

Do you see how much strength is hiding in those black stockings as you roll them slowly up your thighs? Can you appreciate this uniform, this special place, carved out for you in the world by this skirt, this necklace? Do you feel how you become real now, when you zip up here and buckle there?

Dont think of any of it as a constraint. No, these garments liberate you and they keep you safe. They tell the world who you are and exactly what you intend to do. We obey these rules so we can break others.

My story is about disguises.

Have you ever seen any of the truly great burlesque performers, and how they enthrall their audience?

I once watched a woman take ten minutes to teasingly remove a single glove, and the people looking on were so grateful when she finally dropped it to the floor that they erupted into astonished cheers. Everyone in that crowd had bare hands. There was nothing magical about her hands. In fact, there was nothing magical about her stripping that hand. The magic was in the glove.

I know what I want you to wear.

Youll enjoy wearing things that excite me. Youll try on a new persona for me just as easily as you can slip your foot into a new pair of stilettos, or pull on a wig. You know how I love to see your achingly beautiful form held and pressed in place by a corset. You know what it does to me to see you in silk, or with your hair pulled up and twisted on your head. I love you painted. I love how underneath a tight leather dress, you change shape, and the smile on your lips becomes just a little more wicked. I adore what those straps do to your breasts. I could worship that choker on your neck for how badly it makes me want to tear it off.

You can do all this for me because you and I both understand that its just a game. A delicious, strange game that only you and I play together.

Oh, its not all just dress-up. The clothes make the man, you see. Or in your case, the woman.

Dont be scared.

Im the only one watching.

Were the only ones in charge.

We can decide the rules for our game.

And we can decide exactly how wed like to break them.

M yth :Money buys you freedom. And a lot of money buys you a lot of freedom

Reality:Money restricts you. Money is the most dangerous trap, because you dont realize it is one until its too late

D ont play coy , he said. Spare me. I know all about you and her. And I dont give a shit.

Over the years, my father had become such a public figure, and I was so used to seeing his face in the media, along with everyone else in the world, that it felt like that was the real him and this man before me was the act.

He had worked tirelessly to create an image of the wealthy philanthropist. An entrepreneurial genius who donated piles to charity and had thoughtful and well-composed debates on national TV about the state of science education in our schools.

But not many people saw this side to him. Only a few knew about that nasty edge his voice could take, and the way he bit down hard on each word when he was angry but not willing to show it.

I spent my entire life arguing with my father. I knew to keep silent and give him no more ammunition than he probably already had. We sat in the semi-darkness in his downstairs office and I tried desperately to pull all the threads of the last few hours together into a picture that made sense.

You just going to ignore me, kid? he said. If youre still pining over that bitch, let me assure you, shes no loss.