Seducing Madison: Serving The Professor, #2

By Katrina Millings

In the second installment of this series Madison might have finally found her place as a submissive living in the Brennan's secluded home deep inside the woods. It seems Mr. Brennan will make a good master if the inexperienced girl can learn to please him.

Mrs. Brennan, the professor, however, isn't so easily satisfied. The demanding mistress believes discipline is the fastest way to enforce the rules of the house. Lucky for Madison, punishment can be it's own reward.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Katrina Millings
• Release date: Dec 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215173152

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Chapter One

Madison

The more I thought of it, the more appealing spending the summer with Professor Brennan and her husband became. It wasn’t like me. I wasn’t the spontaneous type, or the kind of girl who agreed to offer herself up as a pet for three months. Normally, that would be a bit too adventurous for me, especially since I’d never even met Mr. Brennan. All I knew about him was that he was a famous author and a dominant male. That’s what I’d been looking for when I walked into the club and ran into the professor. I’d been in search of the perfect master. Instead, I’d found the perfect mistress, but now I had the opportunity to have both and I wasn’t about to let my inhibitions ruin that chance. I was crazy over the professor and I trusted she wouldn’t bring me into their home if she wasn’t positive I’d make a good fit for her and her husband.

The last day before summer break I packed my bags after my final class and left my dorm room. The professor sent a cab for me. She couldn’t very well be seen picking up a student in her car. It might raise questions and the university had rules about the teaching staff fraternizing with students. My roommate helped me haul my three suitcases out to the curb and said a quick goodbye before leaving me. We’d lived together for several months and all I knew about her was that she was a cheerleader who liked to attend frat parties. I could tell by the way she looked at me she thought I was a boring prude. If she only knew where I was headed off to and what I’d be doing this summer. Hell, I wasn’t exactly sure what I’d be doing, but whatever it was, prudish wasn’t the word for it. Of that much I could be sure.

I’d known the Brennan’s were rich. Mark Brennan had written a series of mysteries and they sold well. Mrs. Brennan obviously only worked out of her love for teaching. Still, I didn’t truly comprehend how well off the couple actually was until the cab reached my destination. The Brennan’s lived in what could only be considered a mansion on a hill that overlooked a private lake. The estate was enormous and the only one in sight. It was surrounded by miles of water and thick woods. The taxi ride had taken an hour and I was now far from the