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  Copyright © 2013 Suzanne Steele

  The Reality TV Series © 2013 Suzanne Steele

  Reality TV Series © 2013 Suzanne Steele

  Published by Suzanne Steele

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  To the Reader

  The men I write about are Alpha males in every sense of the word. They are the men society warns us about. They are dominant males with controlling tendencies. They are the men you know you should stay away from but yet

  you are drawn like a moth to a flame. If you are looking for a sweet romance, you won't find it here. What you will find is dark passion. Many times my heroes carry what would be

  considered an obsession for the woman they love. Each and every character I write about has demanded their voice be heard. I have been true to that calling and I have stayed true to their personalities, which at times the reader may not always agree with. They are dark, they are gritty, and many times their love is dysfunctional but, none the less, it is real.

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  Table of Contents:

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three Linda

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Chapter Twenty Six

  Twenty Seven

  Epilogue

  Prologue of Masters of the Mansion:

  Chapter One

  Linda

  I remove my glasses and begin massaging my temples. I can already feel the dull threat of a migraine and the day has just begun.

  “Take ten guys,” I shout over my shoulder as I make my way to my office. I need to take something for this headache before it turns into a full blown migraine.

  I have done quite well for myself as a producer, but a part of me is hoping that I haven’t bit off more than I can chew doing this reality show.

  There were two things that are big in pop culture right now: BDSM and reality TV. I decided to strike while the iron is hot and produce the two together. I know that it will be a hit if handled correctly.

  I have been in business for myself as long as I can remember. Growing up with a drunk, abusive father saw to that. I promised myself as a little girl that I would never depend on a man to support me.

  I watched as my mother was subjected to a tyrant who was quick to let her know she couldn’t make it on her own. He was hateful and brash enough to use money as a manipulation tool—not like our needs were met, it all went to feed his alcohol addiction.

  “All I asked for was a professional man with some class,” I mumble.

  I look up to view a gentleman leaning in my doorway and a wave of irritation runs through me at the thought of him hearing me talk to myself.

  “What!?! I growled, more sharply than I intended.

  A smooth, velvety voice counters, “I’m here for the casting call.”

  “Well, you’re late… Do you always make a habit of showing up late for casting calls?”

  “A fact I informed your assistant of yesterday. Do you always make a habit of not synchronizing your schedule with your staff?”

  “Excuse me?” I rise from my seat and approach the man who would not be working for me.

  The amusement that I swear I can see flashing over his face is not winning him any brownie points.

  David

  I chuckle as I eye the tall blonde standing before me. She is all business and that includes the pin stripe suit that she is wearing. A woman in a suit is a definite fetish of mine. I absolutely love strong, independent women.

  I shake off the intrusive thought of how I would love to smear that pristine make-up that she is wearing right off of her pretty little face… with a good, ole-fashioned, sweaty fuck.

  Yes, burying myself deep inside the little fireball and watching her eyes roll back in her head suddenly sounds very entertaining to me.

  “You can wipe that arrogant smirk off of your face, I won’t be hiring you; you don’t fit the bill!”

  She’s pissed and I think it’s hilarious.

  No sooner have the words gotten out of her mouth than her director comes around the corner smiling. “Oh, I see that you have met David, our pick for the Dom in the series.”

  I purposely cock my head to the side and raise my eyebrow just a little, as if to say “Gotcha!”

  I’m an arrogant bastard.

  As quickly as Kevin appeared, he disappeared with me in tow.

  This is going to be a fun six weeks. Though I have had my misgivings about doing this show, I’m suddenly very satisfied with my decision to do so. I have my own reasons for subjecting myself to her joke of a TV reality show. Now I am tossing around in my head just how much fun it is going to be fucking with her head for the next six weeks.

  It’s clearly evident I rub her the wrong way—the question is… how will she react when I rub her the right way? She’s a hot head and I’m going to use it for my benefit. My job is all about the mind fuck, and fucking with hers is going to be fun.

  I follow the director out to the main room and I’m immediately bombarded with women. Amazing… they just met me and it’s insta-love. They all clamor to get closer and talk to me, actually pushing each other out of the way.

  It’s amazing what people will do for a million dollars. It’s evident I’m going to have to set some boundaries and I’m a man who has no problem doing just that. These girls are in my personal space and already I don’t like it.

  I’m secretly grateful for the fact that I’m intrigued with my new boss; it will help to keep me here for what I’ve come to accomplish. I would be tempted to walk out of here if it wasn’t for wanting to fuck her. I’ve been here all of ten minutes and already… I’ve had enough.

  Linda

  The longer I sit in my office chair and think about that pompous ass and how he strung me along, the madder I’m getting.

  I pop two over the counter pain relievers in my mouth and make my way out to the studio. The best way to show this guy who is in charge is to get to work. Yes..
. Dom Juan is in desperate need of some boundaries being set, and I am just the girl to get the job done.

  I’ve worked around too many men just like him—men who think because they have a swinging cock between their legs, they can get the job done better. Half of them think they can fuck the help as a job perk. This guy is on my turf now and right now, I’m resisting the urge to humiliate him on TV.

  I purpose in my mind to stay professional about things and not embarrass him on nationwide television. If he pisses me off much more than he already has, I could just change my mind about that. Let’s just put it like this: he doesn’t want to fuck with me…This is my show, my turf, and my rules. I’m an all business bitch when it comes to TV. It’s my name on the line and I want things done right. The fact that he is an arrogant asshole isn’t sitting well with me at all. Yes…it’s time to set boundaries.

  Well, the buzz over David is evident upon my entrance into the studio and though it isn’t hard to see why, it still bugs me for some reason.

  David is what every internet pic I have ever seen of a suited Dom depicts. He stands at about 6’2” with a strong, lean build. His hair is dark but has some grey at the temples, which only adds to his good looks. His hazel eyes are expressive, but the man himself is hard to read. Whether I like it or not, this guy fits the bill to a tee for this type of TV show.

  I will just have to remind myself there is a lot of money and credibility to be made at his expense. That will be my way of getting even.

  Just as I am filling my head with thoughts of a cool million, David turns and eyes me. The bastard felt my eyes on him, I’m sure of it.

  Great, just what he needs... another ego boost…

  The fact that he caught me staring at him, and the ogling that the women are doing over him, is not sitting well with me.

  “Okay, everybody listen up. The next six weeks are going to be very grueling. It might seem like fun now but as time wears on, the competition becomes fierce.

  “Reality TV can become very emotional and very intense very quickly and even though it makes for great TV, I will not tolerate any physical fighting.

  “You signed contracts when you came on-board and don’t think for one second that I won’t enforce them. If you cross me, your ass is out of here!”

  I make sure that I look at David when I say it.

  He calmly returns my gaze, as if he is not affected in the least by my brazen show of authority. “Follow me girls, it’s time to go and see the house that you will be living in for the next six weeks.”

  If there is one thing I am grateful for in this business, it is the mansion provided for contestants. It means I go home at night and forget about the craziness that is reality TV. By the end of any given day, I’m ready to get away from the back biting and back stabbing that a possible million dollars brings out in people.

  Money changes people—fame changes people—and when you put the opportunity to gain both in front of a small town girl… well, let’s just say the claws come out. The men are no better because they use it as a fuck fest—a chance to fuck every contestant available and then turn the girls against one another to stay out of the line of fire.

  My job is just one big cluster-fuck of crazy pop culture and it has made me rich. More importantly, it has given me my independence. I will never be the woman my mother was.

  Chapter Two

  David

  I purposely lag behind in order to ensure I get a seat beside Linda on the mini bus. I can’t help but feel a little disappointed when she jumps in her SUV and takes off.

  I make my way onto the bus and can’t help but question why I ever agreed to do this show.

  I try tuning out the women’s excited conversation. It is beginning to sound like an irritating chirping noise that I have no power to shut off.

  I like control. In fact, I’m all about control. Being in this situation is making me feel very out of control. I need to hurry up and get through these next six weeks.

  Hopefully, with Linda in tow.

  I know this scenario all too well and I will be shocked if there is even one girl in this group who is truly into the lifestyle.

  It sickens me to think about these girls using the lifestyle to try and gain fame. It is one of the main reasons I agreed to take on the part of the Dom in this series.

  These girls are going to find out very quickly just how cutting a Dom’s personality and demeanor can be. I chew women like this up and spit them out for entertainment.

  I am not a man to be toyed with, and if Linda thinks she was setting up boundaries in that studio earlier, she has no idea what and who she is up against.

  I understand she is used to being in control; I’m certain she has to be because she works in a man’s world. The face of TV is usually a woman in front of the camera being paid to be beautiful. She is behind the camera making the magic happen and that isn’t an easy field of work to be in.

  She is the perfect embodiment of brains and beauty, working in a primarily male dominated industry, so I can see why she is so defensive. The fact that I understand where she is coming from doesn’t detour from the issue that she resents dominant males. There is more to this woman than meets the eye and I have every intention of finding out what her story is and why she is so damn turned off by men in authority. My guess is she has been subjected to some asshole who was abusive, not dominant, and there is a big difference between the two.

  The incessant chattering on a bus full of females pulls me from my thoughts, once again wreaking havoc on my senses and adding to my already irritated mood. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

  Linda

  I make my way from my car and up towards the mansion the girls will inhabit for the next six weeks. A smile crosses my face when I think about how disappointed David looked when he realized I wouldn’t be accompanying him on the bus. I mean, seriously, could he be any more arrogant and egotistical? He fits the demeanor of a Dom in more ways than one—primarily his narcissistic behavior.

  The clicking of my heels on the marble flooring announces my arrival and heads turn to greet me. I can see the excitement on the women’s faces. In just a short amount of time, that excitement will turn in to various other emotions, none of which will be positive. I begin my pep talk.

  “This is where you are going to be living for the next six weeks, ladies. The mansion does not come with a maid, but it does come with a rotation chart for cleaning. Not keeping up with your end of the bargain is grounds for your contract being terminated.”

  I know if I don’t operate in ‘bitch mode’ that these girls will run me over. Turning on my bitch switch is proving to be a very easy thing to do after the morning I have had.

  I move out of their way and state: “Find your rooms, girls.” Each girl takes off running to go and secure the room they are certain will be the best.

  Before long, the bitching and whining will start for those who don’t secure the best one. Reality TV means spoiled, selfish women, and these girls will be no different. In the small towns they have inhabited up until this point in their lives, they have been queen bees.

  It is only a matter of time before the cattiness starts. Things like hiding one shoe and dousing a girl’s gown in bottle of cologne will be an everyday occurrence soon, but I will be here to deal with it when things get out of hand. It isn’t a matter of if they get out of hand, it is only a matter of when.

  I have seen it all before and it boils down to one thing: TV has a way of changing people—money does too.

  Even the most professional of TV news anchors and talk show hosts become ‘catty’ when it comes to their careers.

  There is always someone standing in line to take your job and they aren’t beyond sabotaging a career to do it.

  The competition is so cutthroat and fierce, that sooner or later it breeds fear. The fear turns to insecurity which, in turn, develops into jealousy. It is only one of the reasons I’m grateful I work behind the scenes and not in front of the camera.


  Yes, I know all too well that fame is a double edged sword. It has to be wielded with the utmost of caution and even in the most capable hands, there will always be casualties.

  Chapter Three

  Linda

  While the girls are preoccupied, I use the opportunity to go and check out the mansion on my own terms. I’m wandering curiously through the hallways when I stumble across the dungeon.

  I want to check it out, part due to my own curiosity and part due to wanting to do it alone.

  Immediately, a sense of awe encompasses me. The room is set up much like what I picture a castle dungeon would look like.

  I run my hands over the furniture and breathe in the smell of orange oil and leather. It is almost intoxicating the way the room is assaulting my senses.

  Everything in this room is state of the art, right down to the sconces which hold candles ready to burn.

  Rich tones of mahogany wood and velvet red upholstered furniture set the mood; it is almost as if the room is its own separate entity and has its own energy. Yes, I can see how a person could very easily be pulled into the lifestyle, especially if they have even a remote chance of possessing BDSM tendencies.

  I can’t resist sitting in a chair that resembles a king’s throne, only differentiating in its appearance because it houses wide black straps that attach to a victim’s wrists and ankles. I close my eyes and let my imagination take over.

  I never expected to be this enthralled with the dungeon when I set out to find it. I knew it would be different than anything I had ever seen, but I never expected to be so intrigued with it.

  I find myself wondering what it would be like to see a scene unfold between two people in this room. I know I would never have the nerve to watch two people engaging in sex, but boy would I ever love to be a fly on the wall. In my mind, I try and figure out some way to be a spectator at a scene. I can always say it is for research purposes so I don’t appear to be interested in the lifestyle.

  I breathe in deeply, once again taking in the smell of orange oil and leather. I am so caught up in my own world, allowing my senses to take over, that I never hear the door quietly open and David entering. If I had heard him, I would have jumped up and ran from the room. I certainly wouldn’t have allowed what happened next to happen.