Hurray.

This dreadful week is almost over!

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Thanks to the usual suspects. Love you, guys!

"These people have had my heart forever." Jasper smiles as he leads me to the basement, into one of his viewing rooms down here. The two-way mirror gives way to a couple who's in the middle of a scene. They look to be in their forties, groomed to the nines—healthy body, healthy mind type people, I think.

"Meet Carl and Esme. Switches extraordinaire. They met twenty years ago and they're still going strong." I blink and feel my eyes widen at Jasper's statement; trying to think about being with the same partner for two decades makes me stare at the chrome trim of the mirror. I can't picture it, not yet, not now, not when my brain is scattered all over the place.

"Twenty years of switching?" I ask, moving my focus to the gorgeous redhead and the way she's looking at her sub. The blond guy is strapped to a Saint Andrew's cross, naked, but sporting a chastity belt. His cock is hard, red and straining against the metal rings confining him. It makes me swallow hard, and I wonder what it feels like.

"Nah, Esme used to sub. She came out of a 24/7 Master/slave relationship that only lasted a year. Her Master passed away suddenly, leaving her out on the street… They met at the club here, way back when it was my uncle Diego who owned it. Diego took her in, gave her a job here, and she met Carlisle a few weeks after that. Carl is an acquired taste." Jasper chuckles. "He likes strong women, and he prefers his subs to be the brattiest things on the earth." He eyes me suspiciously. "But, while he and Esme got to know each other, Esme found out she did like the power as well. Carl often topped her from the bottom, and he realized she took over more often than not."

"And Carl is okay with subbing?" I ask.

"Well, you know. He loves Esme, love is a verb, and it's a slippery slope and all that, but he agreed on switching. They each have their own weekends, a settlement for when they play." Jasper doesn't look at me—but at the feisty red-haired Domme in white leather. I'm speechless when I see her wield ostrich feathers over his sensitive skin. He's all red from being whipped or spanked earlier, so I bet the ultrasoft caress makes him twitch.

"You can talk to them after., Let's leave them be for now. I'm sure they'll be at the bar later."

As Jasper walks us back upstairs, to the bar, I hear Carlisle's moans for his Mistress—his Queen. I have to admit it turns me on. Seeing him submit to a beautiful woman makes me wonder about my own predicament. My balls are beyond blue, and I have a feeling only Mistress Havoc can ease my suffering. Only, it's going to take some suffering of my own. I'm more than willing to let her dainty hands manhandle me, push me around until I'm positively drooling for her. Yeah, it felt good to have her on top of me back at the hotel. My heart rate skyrockets just thinking about it, about her control. It's all about her, though, because when I think about submitting for Esme, there's not even the slightest flutter in my stomach.

Jasper tells me he needs to go take care of something in his office, and that he'll be right back. About ten minutes later—while I'm staring at the bottom of my dirty Martini on ice, I'm joined by laughter.

"Edward, hi." It's Carlisle who speaks first, a glint to his icy blue eyes and a smile that reaches them. He's got his elbow resting on the bar top, a thick bracelet—white and red woven leather— around his wrist, embossed with a big letter "E" in the center. "Jasper told us you wanted to talk?" I watch as Esme sits down next to him. Her red hair is pinned back with two pencils, her face youthful and energized as though she's been to the spa. I smile at my new acquaintances, eager to learn more about their relationship.

"Uh, yeah." I nod. "He told me you guys are switches, and I need to hear more about it," I tell them.

"Sweetheart," Esme starts. "My Lord and I will tell you all you want to know." She orders a virgin mojito from the bar and starts stirring it with the mint leaves inside, hands cradling the big tumbler.

"How the fuck do you do this without playing games?" I ask bluntly.

Carlisle laughs, and nods before licking his lips. He twirls a strand of Esme's hair around his fingers before removing the pencils, letting wavy red locks fall around her upper back. "We're all playing games, Edward," he starts. "You just have to figure out which games are worth playing. And who to play them with."

"Definitely," Esme agrees, sipping her drink through a thick straw. "It's all about balance, for us. Like, you watched us play a little, right?"

I nod. "Just a few minutes. Jasper wanted to introduce us."

"You saw how much of a whore he is for my domination…" Esme mocks her husband—white gold wedding band on her left ring finger matching Carlisle's.

"Oh," Carl chuckles. "You'll fucking pay for that chastity belt," he whispers to her. His blue eyes darken and settle on her red lips as she bites her straw, smiling like a minx. I can see what they like about each other. About this arrangement.

"Shut up, pet." Esme spits. "It's my week, anyway."

It's right then and there, a Dominant conversing with two switches, that I make up my mind. It's time I educate myself. Time for experience.

Dun, dun, dunnnnnn.

You can thank Luna for Carl and Esme's introduction ;)