It's a long one today!

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Edward

I'm finally out of the office, speeding through traffic like a madman in order to make my appointment on time. I hate people who aren't punctual, and I'll be damned if I show up at this party late.

Once I'm inside my bare-as-fuck condo, I run to my closet and pair some black jeans with a black V-neck shirt and my other watch — the one with the leather band that wraps around my forearm. I reach for my heavy, silver rings, sliding them over my pinky finger and thumb as I run a hand through my unruly hair. Deciding to embrace the five 'o clock shadow on my jawline, I spritz some cologne and get out the door.

For the first time since moving here, I'm glad I don't have to make my way through New York traffic. That would mean I'd definitely be late, speeding or not.

Hale's email had all the right information, and I soon found myself in the parking lot of an old factory building. It's the kind of building that's usually deserted, but the light coming through the windows and the array of parked cars in the lot say otherwise. This place is booming. I pat my pockets to see if I have everything before I lock up my car and head to the door.

There's a line, but I've been instructed to go around back, so I do. I knock twice on the black, steel door until the little peephole is uncovered. Dark brown eyes meet mine, a frown in between bushy eyebrows.

"Eloquence." I sigh.

"Very well." The door opens with a squeak, revealing the tall and burly guy behind the door. He's well over my height, twice my size, too, with thick ropes of muscle uncovered by his tight, maroon T-shirt. His pants are leather. They fit him so tightly they look painted on.

"Mr. Masen." He smiles, giving me a curt nod as his hands disappear behind his back and he averts his gaze. "My name is Pins. I am Master J's slave. Master asked me to lead you to his office, Sir."

I smile at his introduction, although I'll have to reprimand him on the way he addresses me. Pins clearly feels a little uncomfortable, starting up a conversation with an unknown Dominant. I can tell he's a good slave though, by the way he carries himself. Even though he's far larger than I am, taller than my own six foot two, he appears as small as a fucking ant.

"I'm not your Sir, slave. You'll address me as Mr. Masen, nothing else."

"Of course, Mr. Masen."

"Good," I begin. "You walk five steps behind me and tell me where I'm going. Left or right are the only words coming out of your mouth, got that?" I stuff my hands in the front pocket of my jeans, watch Pins nod like the good, little servant he is.

"What, you forgot your manners?" I sneer.

"No, S— Mr. Masen. I apologize."

Sensual beats float from the hidden surround system, and even though I'm in the back of the club, I still get the vibe. Seems like Jasper has really done a great job.

My boots sound heavy on the shiny, black-tiled hallway, and I don't look back. I know the slave is right behind me, as I ordered him to remain. He follows orders well, even though I'm not his Master.

He mutters a timid 'left' at the end of the hallway, where I stand in front of a broad, matte-painted door. I assume this must be Jasper's office. I knock twice before I hear footsteps on the other side, inching closer.

"Edward, good evening." The man in the doorway smiles widely. I can only assume he's Jasper because only a fellow Dom would dare to call me by my first name. Although we've never met in person, this guy welcomes me like an old friend. He holds out a tattooed hand, tan skin, and darkly painted fingernails, and I shake it. He's got a confident grasp, a good, firm handshake. I smile back, his blue eyes vibrant against his sun-kissed skin, neat blond curls styled in a bun on top of his head.

"Jasper, I presume?"

"Yeah, man! That's me. I trust Pins over here was a good boy?" The slave adjusts his posture at Jasper's words.

"Perfectly fine." I smile.

"Good. Now, Pins, get dressed and wait for me in your cage. Stage three, the dungeon floor, okay?"

"Yes, Master J."

Jasper leads me into his office. It's nothing like mine, which is impersonal, bare. Jasper's is filled with bookcases, pictures in black and white of submissives in several poses, and a gunmetal, brushed steel desk. It looks magnificent and blends in perfectly with the look of the building. Industrial with a luxurious flare. Perfection. I might have to hire Jasper's interior designer.

"Thanks for the invitation," I start. Jasper walks over to the couch in his office. There's a leather jacket draped over the back, the deep forest green color of it matching his skinny leather pants. "I really appreciate it."

"How long have you been here?" he asks.

"Two weeks." I breathe.

"Fuck, that's a long time without any ties to the community, isn't it?"

I chuckle at his accuracy. "For sure, man." Especially since I used to have a 24/7 contract back in New York. I don't do commutes, and I don't do dirty dates in some dungeon that isn't mine. I'm a Dom. I crave control. That equals control over the environment, the location.

Jasper peels his white T-shirt off his lean frame and shrugs on the jacket.

"I'd go crazy after just one week." He chuckles. "Now, let's introduce you to my folks, okay?" Jasper drapes an arm around my shoulders and walks me out of his office. His leather pants hold the familiar noise when he walks, and it makes me crave the feeling of leather tresses gliding through my hands, of my gloved hands sliding over bare curves and slapping down hard on reddening flesh.

Jasper was right. I was losing my mind. Fuck.

Have a great Friday, babes :D