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Edward.
"As I told you, Edward, we're glad to expand our little community here. Tonight, for example. I've invited all my friends—my sister, too. She managed to make it last -minute. I'm sure you'll meet her later. She's a pro-Domme, top of the bill one, too. This evening is a celebration to welcome you. It'll give you an opportunity to make some new connections, meet some fellow Doms, some subs…" Jasper leads me through his compound, the old building he tore apart from the inside. Where on the outside, it appears to be hazardous to even enter, the inside is pure luxury and a kinkster's dream. The interior is tasteful, with rich fabrics and metallic accents, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling with heavy chains. It's a true masterpiece with hidden rooms and platforms out in the open. We're going downstairs, where there is already a lot of commotion. We pass a bar, dark wood and mirrored glass that looks to be over a hundred years old. The two bartenders are dressed in fishnets and latex—bow ties and all. The entire club is so cohesive, so beautiful, it almost doesn't seem real. It's like I'm walking around on the set of a Hollywood movie.
"They're serving drinks downstairs, so we can grab ourselves something when we get there. Tell me, Edward. What's your poison? What's your type of sub?" Jasper's blue eyes twinkle. The all-too-familiar feeling of exchanging kinks and experiences with a fellow Dom is always a pleasure. Even talking to subs at events like this is another type of conversation. We all know what we're talking about; there are no limits and people are open-minded and kind. There's no better place on earth than a fetish club.
"My type?" My eyebrows rise as I ponder my thoughts. I try to see a pattern, but I have to admit I don't really have one. "I'm not a very discriminating Dominant, although I have to admit dd/lg doesn't do it for me. I've tried it, but I'm just not the type to be a Daddy." I snicker.
Jasper nods as if he knows what I'm talking about.
"I'm firm and strict … I love my punishments, and I love to tame a brat." I shrug. "But I'm not one for slaves. They don't do it for me. Sure, obedience is key, along with trust, but I like them to fight it a little sometimes." I shoot Jasper a wink and he chuckles. "That's why I let them call me 'Sir.' Nothing else."
"Your 24/7 in New York?" I nod at his question. "So, romantic engagement, or purely power dynamic?" It's a personal question, but I somehow feel at ease talking to Jasper about this. Besides, nothing bad happened. Just me relocating, and Siobhan knows I don't do long-distance. "I wouldn't really say romantic, per se. But we understood each other, kept each other company… But I wasn't taking her out to any family events, or stuff like that. Strictly Dom/sub, living our separate lives, but I like my sub to be at my full disposal, in my house for when I need her. And vice versa."
Jasper nods. "Wow, it's wonderful if it works out like that. I happen to live for ownership. It's my biggest kink." I smile, because I noticed. His name says it all. Master J.
"You have more than just one slave at a time?" I ask.
"Nah, that gets old—to me, anyway. I have the club and do a lot of scenes with people who aren't mine per se, but I have Pins right now and possibly the adorable little one over there. She's going to be something else entirely, though. Not a slave per se, but … I don't know yet." He's looking at a raven-haired, petite woman who's dressed in pastel frills and kitten ears. She looks playful, innocent, yet dangerous somehow, and the fact that she's captured Jasper's attention makes me wonder about what's so special about her.
"You like her, don't you?" I laugh. He stretches an arm out, over my shoulder, and pulls me in for a one-armed hug.
"You fucker. Seeing right through me, aren't you?" He shakes his head and leads me down the corridor, toward a heavy, open door. His dungeon is perfect, exposed brick, leather, and steel, accents of red and black everywhere from the floor to the mood lighting that's embedded into the red, brick walls.
"Let's get you a drink, and my sister will keep you company as I prepare for the scene." Jasper stops a waiter and grabs me a glass of scotch. Perfect start to a perfect evening.