Sorry for missing yesterday's update! My laptop charger was acting up and I couldn't get it to work.
You'll get two updates today to make up for it :D

xoxo

Edward

If I wasn't hard before, I definitely am now.

I feel entranced by Jasper's performance, the way his slave obeys his every fucking word, seeing their dynamic unfurl on stage. The look of pure concentration on Jasper's face makes the dormant feelings deep inside me flare up; the need to dominate spikes and soars through me.

Fuck, if only it was me up there, forcing my sub to their knees, ordering them to suck me off and show their dedication to me. Binding their hands behind their back so I have full control and they have nothing. Pure dominance over teary eyes and constricting throats as the people around watch—become jealous, envious, want to be in my place.

I swallow a groan, look around until I see the swell of an incredible ass, red lights reflecting off vinyl. Her pants are skin-tight, showing off delicious curves leading to a seductive curve in her back, smooth velvet over a tight stomach that leads up to full tits that almost spill out of the cups of her top. Fucking Christ… She's a sight for sore eyes, and alone.

Part of me wants to walk up to her, ask if she's enjoying the show while I give her my best smolder. I also want to just grab her by the neck and ask her for a fuck here in the basement, strap her onto the leather whipping bench spread-eagle, and devour that luscious body. I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, needing to calm down. I grab another glass of liquor off Gianna's tray, who's giving me the eyes. I don't do blondes. They just don't do it for me, don't hold any mystery—most of the time. Blame my ex for that; she ruined blondes for me forever, but the little dark-haired vixen over there? Fuck, I want to play with her. I want it so badly, that I don't even reprimand Gianna for her rule-breaking, disrespecting behavior. She's not to look at me like this, especially not since she's unfamiliar, and I'm a Dominant.

I clear my throat and focus back on the stage. Pins has his back to us, hands bound in his lap. His tattooed skin gleams from perspiration, his heavy breathing audible—hot.

Jasper is an artist, fingers encased in black latex flying fast over his tray, gripping surgical needles, his angle perfect as he pierces his slave's skin. There's a pattern now, red welts where the skin is pinched, and I crack a smile at the words forming on the giant's back. Js Bitch. Perfect.

"Sometimes I just wish I could tattoo this all over his body," Jasper smirks. Then his grin turns wicked before he yanks Pins' hair again, licks the man's lips. "Such a good boy, aren't you?" he praises. Pins whimpers, honoring the promise of keeping his mouth shut.

I don't know how long we all stand here and watch, but the sexual energy from the stage bleeds onto the observers. There's a couple in front of me, the girl scantily clad in the tiniest leather pleated skirt and a body harness, nipple shields in the shape of black tape, forming a cross. The guy has a tight hold on the leash that clicks into her collar, whispering into her ear. I can see her rub her legs together, and I wonder if she's wearing anything under that skirt, if her arousal spills onto her thighs, if he's going to fuck her right here in front of me. I wouldn't mind. Not one bit. Jesus, I'm so worked up right now.

Soon, Jasper removes the needles in Pins' back, one by one. He drags cotton wool soaked in disinfectant, or rubbing alcohol—I can't tell. The little droplets of blood vanish instantly, the slave's skin soothed, although his skin is red and used.

Several people help Jasper clean up, including the petite woman in the cat ears. She gazes up at Jasper with longing, and I wonder what else is going on between the two of them.

"Let's party." He slaps me on the back, smiling like a fool, obviously energized after his session.

"Man, you don't know how much I've needed a night like this," I say, getting lost in the music that's coming from upstairs. I make my way to the main floor of the club, spotting her dancing. By herself.

No Dom present … This could get fucking interesting.