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The man slowly and seductively began to remove each item of his own clothing. Each movement of the man had the naked woman groaning for more. The girl’s exposed pussy delicately dripped in anticipation for what he had in store.

“First rule is never command. You are not the one in charge.” The man straddled the raven beauty and pressed his hard cock against her. “Your Master is the one to give commands. Only your Master.”

I leaned over to Felicity who stared with open eyes. “Is this BDSM?”

“Shhh! Just watch.”

The man lowered his mouth to the woman’s hardened nipple and began to suck. He sucked and nibbled while softly massaging the girl’s mound with the tip of his cock. He moved his mouth to the other nipple and continued to drive the girl to the edge of pleasure.

“More!” The girl begged as she flung her head in wild abandon.

The man reached down to the girl’s pussy and briskly slapped the swollen folds. “I see you don’t understand you are not the one in control. Your Master will not tolerate being told what to do.” The man slapped the woman’s pussy once again, releasing a moan from her. “You obviously need to be trained before his arrival.”

“Yes, please,” the dark-haired girl begged as she thrust her hips to meet the man’s cock with more force.

What the hell was I watching? Was it the pill or was this shit real? Were people really doing this for all to see?

The man reached for a satin bag on the floor beside the bed. He pulled out what appeared to be some sort of small silver clamps yet seeing that they were adorned with small emeralds had me confused. Before I could lean towards Felicity again to ask about them, the man’s intentions became clear.

I gasped and swallowed hard, shocked and yet somehow liking the idea of having what passed as erotic jewelry placed on the most intimate of places.

Still straddling the woman, the man grabbed one of her hardened nipples and very gently clasped the biting teeth. The woman let out a gasp as her back arched. I watched the slight grimace of pain on her face return to the sedated look of pleasure. The man bent down and softly placed his lips to the nude beauty’s mouth, giving a kiss as a reward for her ability to accept the jewelry.

“Very good,” the man whispered between the kiss.

He slowly lowered his lips to the other nipple and lightly licked along the surface. Grabbing the other clamp, the man tenderly applied it to her nipple, allowing it to join the other.

I almost gasped as I took in the magnificent sight of the sexual woman writhing only a few feet away. The silver, the jewels, her breasts, and the beginning of her submission were breathtaking. I loved watching how the man had the power to dominate, the power to control, and the power to please. I was learning how one could demand another’s ecstasy.

I briefly closed my eyes and slowly took in the aroma of the girl’s sex as the man lowered his mouth to the woman’s wanting pussy. Pressing his tongue lightly to skin bared but for the droplets of her arousal, he began to lick his way up and down the folds of the dripping-wet mound. He danced his tongue in a circle around her clit, causing the girl’s moans to become more of a scream. The man pressed his finger past the entrance of her pussy, pulling out to reveal the wet heat of the girl’s passion.

“That feels so good… so good,” the woman moaned.

The man hooked his finger into the depths of the girl’s pussy and reached for the satin bag once again. He pulled out an item I instantly could name though it was nothing like I’d ever seen before. This was a clear glass dildo that had two leather straps lined with crystals attached. The man took the clear penis and rubbed it along the girl’s wet pussy, collecting her moisture. Ever so gently, he replaced his finger with the large dildo. Once he had the dildo snugly in her depths, he placed the straps around the girl’s thighs, securing the toy in place.

The woman gasped at the intrusion and began to gyrate her hips in desperation. “Fuck me. Make me come. I need to come!”

Without pause, the man flipped the girl onto her stomach. “I warned you about issuing the commands.” He swatted the girl’s creamy white behind. “You are to submit, you are to accept, you are to surrender.” He spanked the girl’s ass again. “You are to do only as your Master, and those he deems fit, requests… nothing more.”

He grabbed yet another item from the satin bag. Pulling out another phallus, yet this one had my brow furrowing. It was smaller than the dildo he’d seated inside her. And it wasn’t glass but appeared to be steel. I watched as he rubbed the emerald that decorated the base with the tip of his finger. Smaller diamonds circled the emerald, making it sparkle in the swirling lights of the club. I loved the intricate workmanship of this toy above all. Using the woman’s wetness from her pussy, I gasped again as the man lubricated the girl’s tight hole with his finger. In and out, slowly, he stretched the girl’s anus, so she would be able to accept the last of the jewelry. I assumed the Master would be pleased with the jeweled items chosen, as well as the frenzied state his submissive was in.

“I want you to relax,” he ordered as he placed a soft kiss on the reddened ass of the woman.

I watched in awe as the man pressed the steel plug past the tight ring of her ass. The woman moaned and bucked against the mattress as he continued to press it inside until only the jeweled base remained visible. The man rolled her over onto her back and took a moment to admire the jeweled beauty before him.

He bent down and pressed his lips to the woman’s mouth one last time. “Very nice. You did very well. Your Master will be pleased.”

Holy shit! I was fucking high.

AXEL

WE WALKED to the front door, past the bouncer and the red rope. There were a lot more people than we’d expected. A fairly big-name DJ played at the venue tonight, so the promo was pretty large. We started making our way through the crowd. I had just begun to scan the place when I saw her. She stood by the doorway of one of the viewing rooms. She looked embarrassed and out of her element. I could see interest, and even a hint of arousal, but I also saw something different. I couldn’t put my finger on it. Quinn seemed out of place.

I swallowed hard. Quinn’s long hair flowed more than halfway down her back. Her jeans hugged her body, and she wore a pair of worn leather boots. Her magenta-colored blouse clasped around her neck, backless except for the bottom part that clung securely around the small of her tantalizing back. Quinn Sullivan… was anyone more captivating?

I put the rim of the Jack bottle to my mouth, taking another small swig. Originally I had wanted to be careful not to drink too much, and wanted to stay clear of the blow for at least tonight. My friends, Teddy and Knox, would make up for me when it came to the cocktail and drug consumption. They always did. I wanted to make a good impression on Quinn. I found it hard enough to keep my senses intact around her as it was. But I fucked that up, and now I was already down the rabbit hole.

I leaned into Knox’s ear to shout above the loud, booming music. “I’ll be back. There’s someone I need to go see.”

Knox acknowledged me with a nod. “I’m going to go get a drink. You want one?”

“I’m good, thanks.” I held up my bottle of Jack, still half full.

Walking in Quinn’s direction, I recognized the short raven-haired girl holding a cocktail with Quinn as her friend from last night, Felicity.

As I approached Quinn, I could feel my heart pick up tempo and my gut clench. Despite my efforts to quiet my nerves artificially, I felt completely on edge. It surprised the hell out of me. I prided myself on my confidence with the ladies. Control at all times dictated my demeanor. One look at this woman changed all of that.

I walked around behind her and moved in closer. She smelled wonderful, giving off a gentle floral fragrance. Not suffocating or unbearable like some of the women’s perfume I was used to smelling. No stench of alcohol, no stale cigarette smoke, no sweaty-club-atmosphere-odor present. Everything about Quinn refreshed my senses. My old self had become stale, and she

gave me a renewed awareness.

I hungered to wrap my arms around her tiny frame and hold onto her like she belonged to me. Instead, against my will, I eased closer and talked in her ear. “Hey, I’m glad you decided to come.”

Quinn spun around, nearly spilling her drink all over me. Her expression went immediately from startled, to embarrassed, to welcoming. Her smile beckoned like a lighthouse. “Yeah, I’m glad, too. What a great place. I had no idea it would be so crowded.” Her smile continued to draw me in. “Felicity was really excited when I told her we were invited. Thank you.”

I couldn’t get over how stunning she looked. If I stared at her every day of my life, it would never be enough. The word “captivating” was created for this woman. “I had no idea your hair was so long. Last night you had it pulled up and… you have beautiful hair.”

Quinn paused for a second. “Thank you.” I noticed she avoided eye contact again, reminding me of last night. Her eyelashes actually appeared to rest against her cheekbones, the blush rising underneath.

I cast my eyes over her shoulder at the sex scene going on behind her and asked, “Are you liking what you see?”

She instantly looked into my eyes and then back down at the ground, clearly embarrassed by the question. I had seen just enough of her eyes to see she was high, which for some odd reason was like a sucker punch to the gut. I didn’t want my perfect, innocent, Quinn Sullivan doing drugs like all the others. She had been sober last night, but tonight she wasn’t. “I uh, Felicity uh… I don’t normally…” But now I could see. This wasn’t normal for her. It was obvious.

It was easy to see the conversation made Quinn uncomfortable, and I was afraid she would want to run off. I had no intentions of letting her run away again. Not this time. I glanced at her glass. “What are you drinking?”

She smiled timidly. “I have no idea.”

“What? You don’t know what you’re drinking?”

She laughed. “No clue. Felicity handed it to me. It’s good, though.”

Quinn’s smile somehow had a calming effect on me. “Well, would you like another drink of ‘I have no idea’, or would you like to try ‘beats me?’ ”

She laughed even louder. “Ooh, I love ‘beats me!’ That drink’s amazing.”

I found her sense of humor refreshing, especially since she seemed so shy. The contrast only added to the hold this woman had on me. Whatever the magic was, I was spellbound.

“Um, Axel,” she said, once again looking at the ground. “I’m sorry. I’m a little out of it right now. This is so not like me.”

I nodded and put my hand softly on her arm. “It’s okay. I think everyone in this room is a little out of it.” I leaned in. “Are you feeling okay?”

She looked up and gave another one of her captivating smiles. “I feel really good. Almost too good.”

I chuckled. “Well good. Let me go get you that drink. I’ll be right back.”