Hello my beautiful readers, I'm finally back! I know it's been a while since I finished Broken Hearted Girl, but my life has been crazy (wonderful, but crazy). I finally stated my new story, and I hope you guys like this one as much as my other stories. Warning: This is a dark story that contains strong elements of BDSM, and sometimes abuse. Another side note, I used to be on the FSOG Facebook page as Lauren, but my Facebook got hacked so I had to delete my account. I'm not creating a new account just yet but if you want to contact me, you can always send me a PM! Also, please forgive any grammar errors, I'm too busy to go through each chapter I written five or so times to pick out tiny errors.

Onward with the story!

Chapter 1-Ecstacy

"Stressful day?" Elliot slants a knowing brow as Christian shrugs out of his coat and loosens his tie, letting the strip of grey fabric hang loose around his neck.

"Observant, aren't you?"

Elliot waves a dismissive hand. "I'm just saying, you look like you could use a good fuck."

Christian rolls his eyes. "I don't need pussy."

Elliot shrugs. "Sure you don't, you need a submissive. Someone who will allow you to beat her within an inch of her life and then fuck her mindless, make her climax so many times she forgets her own goddamn name."

"How eloquent."

Elliot leans back in his office chair, a wry smile spreading across his lips as he watches Christian roll up his work sleeves, displaying muscular forearms. "I'm only calling it how it is." He comments.

Christian narrows his eyes. "As if you're not a sadist."

Elliot's lips twitch up. "Touché."

Almost at the same, exact moment, the door to Elliot's office cracks open, and Kate peeks her head in.

Upon seeing his sub and soon-to-be wife, Elliot's smile broadens. "Come here, darling." He says, patting his lap.

Kate smiles and hurries over, but at the last second, swoop her eyelashes down in a submissive gesture.

Christian takes this as his cue to leave. Elliot and Kate were a special kind of Dominant and Submissive. They were Husband and Wife, but at the same time, Master and Slave.

Christian, however, didn't worry too much about Kate. The girl knew how to hold her own ground, and she already had Elliot by the balls. She knew how not to allow Elliot's dominant nature to bully her into agreeing to things she won't normally agree to do outside the scene, and their banter showed that she wasn't afraid of Elliot. Just the opposite, Christian thought that, sometimes, Elliot was afraid of her.

Plus, Elliot wasn't a hardcore Dom like himself, his dominance was more psychological than physical. Elliot enjoyed control, but he was never heavy handed. Although, Christian had to hand it to his brother, his punishments tended to get creative.

Shaking his head, Christian makes his way back out to the club. Ecstasy was the BDSM club Elliot owned. Like most BDSM clubs, it couldn't be located in the heart of the city. Bondage and whips were far too taboo for everyday people passing by. Instead, it was located right next to a run-down warehouse, the box shaped building hiding the club's true purpose, and although it wasn't the safest place in town, Elliot hired 24/7 security, not to mention Taylor.

One of the club girls nodded at Christian and bowed her head as he emerges on the main floor. Christian nodded back, politely declining her offer.

After all, blondes were not his thing.

To be honest, Christian didn't come here to fuck like Elliot suggested. Sure, he was stressed and having an intense session would help ease his mind, but he was also selective about who he chose to be his submissive.

Unlike Elliot, Christian was a hardcore Dom, and he was about as extreme as they came. He didn't mess around with a girl's feelings, and if he were to enter a contract with someone, he always made sure they knew that. He told them straight up that he was sadist, that he didn't want the heart and flowers bullshit, that he was going to enjoy watching them cry and beg for his mercy, and after all of that, if the girl stayed, it was her choice.

He may be a sadist, but he wasn't a monster. All of his participants were more than willing and craved the pain as much as he craved handing out the pain. It was for this reason that all of his submissive were well experienced. They knew what they were getting into and to safeguard their own hearts. Most of them were even slightly older than him since he started so young.

"A whiskey please." Christian calls to the bar tender who grins at him.

"Not much action for you tonight, huh?" Sawyer says, sliding a glass of whiskey over, and Christian chuckles good-naturedly.

"Blow me. No, I just came here to chat and catch up with Elliot, although he's probably buried balls deep inside of Kate by now."

Sawyer chuckles and shakes his head at Christian's crude language. "If one of you ever have kids, the first word out of that child's mouth is going to be fuck."

Christian raises his eyebrow. "Well, you better not tell Elliot that if you still want your job. I'd bet good money that Kate will be pregnant by the end of the month. You know, Elliot always wanted a family and stuff."

Sawyer's eyes soften. He was quite fond of the two brothers. They were good men under all the CEO, don't-fuck-with-me-Dom personas, especially Christian. "No family for you?" He asks, and Christian squints his eyes. He hated it when people brought up the "one day you will want to marry and settle down" stuff.

"Sawyer, you know I'm not the family guy." His voice had a new hardness to it.

Use to Christian mercurial nature, Sawyer waves him off. "Neither is Elliot. I mean, look at this place, it's hardly a playground for kids. Just because someone's into rough and kinky sex doesn't mean that they won't be good parents. You just need to find the right girl."

Christian rolls his eyes. "Do me a favor, cut the philosopher bullshit, will you?"

However, Sawyer was already busy helping another customer.

Christian hangs out a bit more, taking a few sips of whiskey and gazing out into the club. The blonde who previously flicked her lashes at him had found another Dom, and they were doing a scene by the St. Andrew's cross.

Christian allowed his gaze to linger there for a little while, voyeurism was not his thing, although he certainly understood how some people wanted it. The Dom was using a cane on her, although he wasn't using even half the strength Christian would've.

Time continues to tick by as Christian relaxes against the island of the bar. He didn't have anywhere to go, lonely bachelor he is, and he figured this was a good of a place as any.

The buzzing of his phone distracts him, and looking down, Christian sees Elena's name flash across his screen, and he silences his phone.

If they had one thing they disagreed on, Elliot and Christian, it would be Elena. By an unlucky chance of fate, Elliot had caught Elena with Christian at another BDSM club in Seattle, although by that time, the drama of his teenage years had already blown over and they were just friends.

Christian made Elliot swear and even had him sign a non-disclosure agreement that he wouldn't tell a soul, especially Grace. It will break her heart, and neither Elliot nor Christian wanted that, so after the worst fight they ever had that involved physical punches, Elliot reluctantly agreed, but he forced Christian to cut off all business ties with Elena.

To say Elena despised Elliot was an understatement.

Christian usually didn't mind Elena, the rest of the world could think of it however they liked, Elena was his friend, and whatever fucked up relationship they had Christian valued. She taught him discipline, showed him control, made him the master of his own universe, and that was valuable, no matter what. Without Elena, Christian grimaced, he will probably be dead.

However, tonight was not one of those nights Christian had enough energy to put up with Elena. She'll most likely yell at him for being with Elliot, and then, when that doesn't work, she'll be all sweet, asking him how his day was and if he needed anything.

Christian scoffs, it really was a fucked up world.

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Elliot hears a knock on his office door, and a second later, Christian steps in, his eyes sweeping over Kate sleeping on the couch in the corner.

Elliot was beside her, her body cradled in his arms with a blanket wrapped around her. Christian's gaze softens. They obviously had an intense scene, and now Kate was fast asleep, her head rested against Elliot's shoulder, trusting him to protect and cherish her.

Elliot made a shush sign with his finger, and Christian nodded, silently stepping out to give them some privacy. Aftercare was an essential part of BDSM, without it, BDSM turns to abuse, and Christian knew most subs craved the gentle, caring side of their dominants as much as they craved the hard ass.

Christian, however, didn't do aftercare. With his touch issue and childhood problems, he couldn't allow a sub to rest her head against his chest, stroke her hair, and caress her skin, but he always hired another club member to do it for him. He knew his sub would be in good care, and that was good enough for him. Plus, cuddling wasn't part of his MO.

Elliot slips out of his office and finds Christian chatting with Sawyer, it was already three in the morning, and most of their guests had already went home to the comfort of their own homes and beds.

"Hey, how's Kate?" Christian asks, knowing how much Elliot hated to leave her after a long session.

Elliot smiles, and Christian can sense a fondness in his eyes at the mention of her name. "She's sleeping like a baby." Elliot answers.

"Yeah, how many times did you make her organism?" Sawyer pipes in and dodges a playful punch as Elliot shakes his head.

"Come on, help me get this place closed up. It's time to go home." Elliott announces.

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"Hey, wake up miss." A gentle hand shakes Ana awake as her blue eyes fly open.

"Miss?" The person calls again, and Ana looks up to find a handsome man cautiously regarding her. He had bright blonde hair and midnight blue eyes.

"We're closing in fifteen minutes, are you ok?"

Scooting back, Ana winces as her butt scrapes against the leather couch she had accidentally fallen asleep on. Cane welts didn't heal easily.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm ok. I'll leave." She responds, bowing her head, for the person talking to her was obviously a dominant, and it was polite for a sub to show respect.

"You're hurt." The person comments as Ana struggles to stand up.

"No, I'm ok, I just stood up too fast." Ana answers, her knuckles clasping the back of the couch for support as she struggles to stand.

Son of a bitch.

When were the gods ever going to be in her favor? She did not need another Dom gawking at her right now, she needed to get home. Teddy tended to have sleep problems.

"What's the matter here?"

Oh god, there was two of them.

Awesome.

"Where's your master? Can I call someone for you?" The guy with the golden blonde hair interjects.

Straightening her back, Ana levels her gaze with Elliot.

"I'm not owned by anyone." She states.

It's not until she heard a soft chuckle did she turn her gaze to the other man standing by her.

"If you're not owned, who did this to you?" Christian gestures, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Your Dom obviously did a number on you, you can barely stand."

Ana grits her teeth.

Were all Doms pretentious assholes?

"I can stand just fine, thank you very much." She spits, and as if to prove her point, she releases her death grip on the couch, but the moment her fingers left the leather, her knees buckle.

Fucking great. She thinks Jose tied the ropes bounding her feet to tight and twisted her ankle.

"Wow, easy darlin', easy." Elliot catches her, wrapping a steady hand around her waist.

"I can stand." Ana protests again, and Elliot shakes his head, shooting her a look that made her shut up.

He carefully picks her up and sets her on a bar stool, and she does her best to hide her wince as her abused buttocks made contact with the hard surface, but of course Eliot notices this and moves her to an adjacent couch instead.

Ana wanted to scream, shout, kick, and punch someone, but as Elliot held her in his arms, the fight want out of her.

Christian comes over as well, handing her a bottle of water, and she gives him a small, grateful smile.

"Just sips now. No sudden movements." Christian admonishes.

Elliot and Christian exchange a look, and Christian knew what Elliot was thinking.

Son of a bitch left her in this state.

Christian had to agree, even if he didn't do the whole aftercare and cuddle thing, he always made sure his subs were well cared for. Ecstasy always had servants and massagist you can hire, particularly if a sub required medical attention.

"He's not my master. It's a temporary thing." Ana finally answers both of their unasked question.

Elliot snorts. "Doesn't justify what he did."

Christian squints his eyes, studying Ana closer. She definitely was pretty, there was no doubt about that. Her long lashes framed her sapphires eyes, and her long, brown hair fell in messy waves down her back. She was only wearing a pair of black lace bra and panties, something not uncommon for subs, and Christian could see her rib cage. The thought sickened him, but there was something else…

Something not quite right.

Her face was coated in makeup, the amber eyeshadow hiding the baby blue in her eyes, her lips a dark red, cheek bones well contoured. She seemed older, but under all that makeup…

"You're quite young, aren't you?" Christian finally asks, and he can tell by her startled expression that he hit the bullseye.

Elliot's expression hardens. "How old are you?" He demands, turning towards her.

If what happened with Elena was any indication, Christian could only imagine what would happen to a Dom if Elliot found out he abused a child, in his own club nonetheless.

Ana takes a deep breath. "I'm nineteen. It's legal." She states.

Elliot's gaze remains hard. "Where's your purse?" He asks, and Ana blinks up at him.

"I need to see your ID." Elliot clarifies. He was not taking chances with this.

Ana lowers her gaze. "It's in the locker room...uh...sir." She whispers, her submissive nature recognizing the Dom in him.

Elliot softens, he was a bit harsh. The girl was startled enough. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, didn't mean to snap. You don't have to call me that, I'm Elliot, and this asshole over here is my brother."

Ana flick her lashes upward, and she found herself holding her breath. Christian was handsome (not that Elliot wasn't). He was a different type of handsome. There was a certain energy to him, focused, determined.

Christian leans back against the bar and flashes his teeth. "I'm Christian." He says, and Ana watches the way his muscles move with ease, the way his rose-tinted color lips twitch up, and the way his grey eyes shone. His messy, copper hair was tousled on top, and Ana can trace the outline of his strong jaw. He had the top two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing sun-kissed skin, and his black slacks fitted snugly around his waist.

Ana swallows, and Christian's grin widens as if he knew his effect on her.

"Don't listen to Elliot, he's the real asshole."

"Hey, I heard that." Elliot calls as he comes back with Ana's purse. Well, it wasn't so much of a purse as it was a backpack.

While Ana fishes around for her Id, Christian furrows his eyebrows. It seemed like she carried homework and textbooks in her backpack. Who the fuck does homework in a club?

"Here." Ana whispers, handing Elliot her driver's license.

Elliot glances at the card, it indeed said that she was nineteen. She wasn't lying.

"You're still very young." Elliot swallows, giving her card back.

Ana felt faint. She was really hungry. She needed to go home, needed to get back to Teddy and Phoebe. They needed her.

"Uh…" her hands fumbled with the zipper of her bag. "I need to go...you guys are really kind...My...uh...parents will be wondering will I am." She stutters, hoping they didn't detect her lie.

She had lost her parents long ago.

With that, she tries to stand again, but her legs were so weak. She didn't have enough energy.

"Wow, wow…" Elliot steadies her. "You're not going anywhere. It's too dangerous."

Ana felt a bubble of anger boil up in her. How dare they talk to her like a child. She can take care of herself, she's been doing a damn good job at it for the past 5 years.

"I'm fine. I can call a cab." She says, forcefully standing up and wincing, but she manages to steady herself this time, and with her chin held high, tries to make her way out the door.

But since the gods were never in her favor, she stumbles, and Elliot shakes his head, and she hears Christian's chuckle.

"Stubborn little thing."

Elliot comes around, and Ana all of the sudden had the urge to cry. They were laughing at her.

Furiously, she blinks back tears, her hands shaking. Elliot immediately softens, gently taking hold of her hand and squeezing it.

"Shhh...shhh….it's ok. You're hurt, alright? Let me check you over, and I promise I'll let you go, but not alone. I'm not letting a nineteen year old young girl who has a sprained ankle go out by herself at four in the morning in this type of city. Christian will take you home, I promise, he won't harm you, although he can be quite grumpy sometimes." Eliot attempts to lighten the atmosphere as Ana sniffles.

How did he know she sprained her ankle?

Christian also walks around and crouches in front of her.

"Elliot's right, you know?"

Ana sniffs one last time. "Which part?"

Christian raises his eyebrow, and Ana allows a cheeky smile to grace her face. "Are you grumpy?" She asks.

Elliot's eyes twinkle. "She's something else, isn't she?" He remarks, and Christian also chuckles.

"You keep that attitude up, I'll tan your hide in my car, you hear me?" His tone was obviously teasing, and he ruffled her hair.

Ana grins. "He really is grumpy." She remarks to Elliot whose blue eyes danced in the night.

So, what do you guys think so far?

One more note: Since I just started college, my life is extremely busy so I won't be able to respond to all of my reviews and personally thank each one of them, but that doesn't mean they don't make my day and I don't appreciate them! I will still try to respond to some, but please note that sometimes, I just might not have time, but they always make me smile and I love to hear opinions and ideas! Side note to trolls: If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything (I'm not talking about constructive criticism, I'm talking about the people who totally disregards the author's feelings and spew mean words)

Also, this is not a cheating story, and I will try my best to update once every 1-2 weeks.

Love you guys, Lauren.