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  Prologue

  The lights flickered on and off a few times before they settled on brightness. Turning the knob I adjusted the light til it was dull, but effective. The scene I had picked was anything but kind, but it would get me where I wanted to be, and earn me a name for myself. It was going to make me a Master. I had been training for this for several years now. Numerous events under the instruction of a high Master and learning the ins and outs of the BDSM world were tough. I had been picked at, poked at and even degraded time and time again.

  But tonight was my night.

  Tonight, I would make my dreams… a reality.

  The room wasn’t big, but it was more than enough room to play with. The iron posted bed sat on the far wall, bench and cross to the left and numerous instruments were hanging from the wall on the right. Also on the right, was a table hiding various objects and toys under a sheet. I walked to the right side of the room, and ran my fingers over the instruments, each one had a story and each had a torture. I found learning the instruments easy, the hard part was learning the safe way to deliver the blows.

  My favourite would have to be the red handled flogger with tight thick strands. Very effective to get a message across. The pain from one of these beauties is kind of a stinging, scratching pain. I would know, because this is what my weapon of choice is when roles are reversed. Yes, I had to be the test dummy from time to time. The next on the rack is a Leather Scottish Tawse. I pick it up and slap it slightly against my palm. The sound of sighing brought me back to the here and now.

  It was time.

  I removed the sheet off the table and folded it before tucking it away underneath. Dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, cuffs, chains, ropes, and other various objects lay spread out before me. Some very particular items I had placed there myself. I close my eyes for a second to tap into my control on the dark side. Counting to ten, I think about how things are going to play out with the power in my hands. Some Dom’s take too much, or don’t give enough. I am a happy medium. I sense every emotion, every thought, every silent plea.

  When I open my eyes, I know what I have to do.

  I walk to the middle of the room and stop in front of Natasha, my sub for the night. She doesn’t move or acknowledge my presence even though she knows I am here.

  “On your feet.” I command.

  I watch as she scrambles to her feet, but she keeps her head down. I walk around her a few times accessing her attire. Silk panties are the only item Natasha has on, as requested by myself. I stop behind her and grasp her hair, first wrapping it then pulling. When her head falls back, I lean forward and rub my nose along her scented skin. She smells good enough to eat…….

  “You are mine, no games.” I whisper, before letting my hold on her go.

  I walk over to the table and pick up several items, each of value to the other. I take them over to the bed, placing them in order of use and within reach.

  “Come here.” I demand.

  “Yes, Master,” Natasha speaks softly.

  “Thread your hands through here.” I show her what I want her to do. “Hold on to the bed post.”

  Natasha complies, threading her hands through the bars at the end of the bed. I take the rope and secure both her wrists together tightly so she cannot pull away. When I instruct her to test the rope she tries to pull her hands back through the bars, but is unable too.

  Perfect.

  I walk behind her and take her panties off slowly, before tapping each ankle for her to raise her feet to step out of them. Her stance is perfect, restrained to the bed, legs apart, gloriously naked. I tuck the panties into my pocket, and pull out the blindfold from my other pocket. I cover her eyes and tie it to comfort. We had played a few times before and she was becoming quite a regular in my bed. From the start I have always been the one in control and she has always surrendered to me.

  “Trust me,” I whisper, before stepping back to the various instruments I have laid out on the bed.

  I lift the feather up to my nose and smell, it smells like fresh air. I pick up a set of nipple clamps also. Walking back to Natasha I feel the trust in her body language. She trusts me, and I trust her. I rub the feather over her lips until she parts them, then I trace it over her face, tickling her skin. She giggles when I trace it down her neck. I continue to do this for several moments before I place it on the bed. Reaching around from behind her I take each nipple in my finger rolling it gently until they form hard peaks. When I’m satisfied I pinch and pull gaining the slightest of moans.

  Next, I grab the clamps and apply them one at a time. These little suckers have enough bite to cause pain, but used the right way, they will cause a lot of pleasure when you pull. I move her long blonde hair to the side and take her lips with mine. The kiss is short but leaves her breathless. I pick up the feather once again and start at the back of her neck, slowly running it down her spine, when I get to the dip at the base; I move it around her hip to her stomach.

  “It tickles, Master.” Natasha says, giggling softly.

  I smack her ass hard with the palm of my hand. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes through the room.

  “Quiet, control.” I remind her.

  Her laughing ceases immediately. I look to see a perfect print of my hand shining in the dim light. I turn back to my task at hand; I continue the path up her stomach, and between her breasts. I stop to trace the feather oh so lightly around each nipple that has been clamped. I hear her sharp intake of breath when I do. Instead of continuing the journey towards her neck I start the travel down towards her core. I knew she would be dripping with desire and I liked that about her.

  The door opens and several on lookers and assessors enter. I look to them briefly and offer them a smile. Today was going to be my day… and I was going to do this. Today my dreams were definitely going to come true. I had this; I had everything I could ever want in this moment. I see everyone take their seats at the corner of my eye, and gently I run a hand down Natasha’s back to reassure her. She nods her head and I know she is just as ready as I am.

  “You ready for this?” I whisper against her ear, hoping only she would hear.

  “Absolutely.” Natasha offers me a smile and her trust.

  I walk over to the table and select the canes first. If I wanted to make my dreams come true, I was going to do it in style….

  Chapter One

  The place was packed on arrival. Bodies bumped and pushed up against me as I worked my way through the overly large crowd. The lights above change colour continuously, which makes it harder and harder for me to see where the fuck I am going. I had lost Natasha when she wandered off to the toilet and found a submissive friend. She hated these things but I always made her come with me. I never did a scene in public but I knew there would come a day where I would want to, and I always wanted to be prepared for that.

  Sailor was supposed me to meet me at the door a half hour ago but he never showed. It didn’t fucking surprise me however. He would have spotted a hot piece of ass and followed her through the door if I know sailor. I finally make it out into the open space of the balcony and look out into the flock of people below. The brief scan I do, I can’t see him. I do see Natasha sitting down with Angel however. Angel is a ball of fun but a mistress in her own mind. She shocked the fuck out of me when she showed up to a party with a female submissive instead of a male. One thing I have learned in this lifestyle is to never be shocked by anything.

  There is a scene happening on the main stage, the sound of thudding and low moans can be heard from up here. I lean on the rail and watch closely. The blonde submissive is strung up by her hands with a chain that is connected to handcuffs. She has to stand on her toes to help balance herself. Red welts cover her back
and ass. The Master swings the suede flogger quickly, three times and the submissive’s moans become rather high screams. He walks over to his girl, threads one of his hands through her hair and pulls her head back. Her head slightly turns as she makes eye contact with her Master. I can only imagine the phrase he whispers to her.

  The whole act is stunningly beautiful and captivating.

  The control from the Master and the submission from the girl, is most powerful.

  A familiar laugh catches my attention and makes the hairs on my neck stand up. I turn instantly and see my worst enemy also known as my brother standing at one of the tables beside the bar with a group of women. I watch him as he steps forward and places his hand on one of the girl’s hips and whispers into her ear. She nods and smiles. He steps back, looks in my direction offers me a half assed smile then retreats to the bar. It takes everything I have not to walk over there and knock his fucking head off his shoulders.

  To see him here was a fucking surprise in itself. I had heard through the grape vine that he was travelling the scene for some reason but I just didn’t believe it. The instant thought of him over taking my dreams and making them his own made me ropable. He always did it, what I wanted, he got. What I worked hard for, he clicked his fingers and he had it. I don’t know where he got the money from half the time but whatever his source, it must have been good. I watch him as he turns around with two drinks in his hand, and walks past the table he was at and starts towards my direction.

  “Fucking moron.” I spit as I turn around and pretend he doesn’t exist, just like he does to his family.

  I look out over the crowd and take on the ignorant brother approach. I look down and spot Natasha talking with America, just another fucking problem I am going to have to deal with later.

  “Are you going to ignore me or be a man and turn around?” I hear Simon say.

  “There is only one man here, Simon… and it sure as fuck isn’t you.” I snarl.

  Simon lets out a laugh and it makes me see fucking red. He is a condescending son of a bitch and I want nothing more than to knock this fucker out. But patience… is more than a virtue. Simon’s shadow comes over me suddenly.

  “That’s not what Lucy said last night.” he whispers.

  Rolling my eyes I turn around my fists balled at my side. This mother fucker just stepped over the fucking line with her name.

  “What the fuck do you want?” I spit.

  “Great to see you to bro, how have you been? Life good?” Simon says, handing me a glass.

  “That’s it? You say something like that, and just blow it off?” I step forward, effectively making him step back.

  “Ah, what can I say? She was beautiful until she mentioned your name. Thought I was going to get my end in and all. Just the thought of your seconds makes me sick.” Simon spits out each word. I offer him a smile in return.

  He raises his out reached hand again and I look at him then to the drink. I don’t want to take it but fuck him… if he is going to stand here and talk shit to me I at least need a drink first. I grab the glass, and bring it to my mouth. Simon points his glass forward and I down mine instantly, his is to follow. I put the glass on a tray that travels by seconds later.

  “How’s the family?” Simon asks, looking down into his empty cup.

  “Why the fuck don’t you ask or better yet find out for yourself?” my tone is bitter, the anger rings in my ears. I just want to knock him the fuck out.

  “Nah, no fun in that.” is his response.

  Simon puts the glass on the next waiter’s tray that passes.

  “You know, I forgot this is your scene now. Doesn’t seem to make sense to me, but whatever.” Simon says coming to stand next to me. He rests his hip on the balcony rail and looks to the scene that is coming to an end.

  “Why did you come back?” I lean in and say to him.

  “That your girl?” Simon turns slightly, points into the crowd.

  I step forward and stand tall. This fucker isn’t going there… not now… not ever.

  “You keep your fucking hands off my girl. In fact, get the fuck out of here before I have you thrown out.” my hands ball into tight fists and I want to deck him.

  “Oh Hunter,” Simon stands up straight and smiles at me. “You worry too much.”

  When he speaks he taps my shoulder, he steps back and I step forward again ready to knock the son of a bitch out. As I bring my fist up, Sailor grabs my hands. He yells something at Simon and he walks away laughing. I’m seething with anger. My chest is rising and falling quickly. With his comment I knew he was up to something. He always was. It was like Simon had this built in radar for when my life was turning out and great things were happening for me. But this time, he wasn’t going to come in and shit on everything I had worked hard for.

  “Lucky I got here when I did.” Sailor says, handing me a drink.

  I take it from him and down it instantly. Sailor raises his hand towards the bar and puts two fingers up indicating two more drinks. I pace back and forth for a moment and it takes everything I have not to walk over to that table and knock him the fuck out. Within a few minutes the waiter brings us another round of drinks. I lean against the rail and take a few deep breaths to calm myself. I don’t want to go home angry; it will only land me in trouble.

  Chapter Two

  “So, how’s the hunt for the perfect club going?” Sailor asks, changing the subject after the whole Simon debacle. I look over Sailor’s shoulder and throw Simon a greasy look. Fuck I hate that we are related.

  “Going…” I keep the answer short.

  “I heard of this church coming up for grabs soon. It will be perfect for what you want it for.”

  I nod as I sip my drink.

  “It burned down, needs some work. Nothing we can’t handle.” Sailor continues to tell me about the church. As he talks, my anger slowly dissipates. I still continue to watch Simon with the crowd of people to have flocked to his side. Several people I know are congregating around him and I will have to ask them what they know, later.

  “You are staring, Hunter.” I turned to see Sailor.

  I clenched my jaw tight. Fuck my brother really does piss me off.

  “I’m feeling a little violent right now.” I said, downing the last of my scotch.

  “You have a pretty little blonde for that, friend.” Sailor steps forward and pats my back.

  I did have a pretty little blonde for that, but she isn’t into it much these days. Not like she used to be. Natasha wanted more. The more I felt I couldn’t give her. Not this time. Countless naked, half naked, leather cladded women and men walked the halls in every direction. It was almost time to start the festivities and tonight I wasn’t so keen to join in after all. Signalling to the waiter I ordered another straight scotch. I needed something to calm my near shot nerves.

  “Easy there, you don’t want to be half cut before the scenes start.” Sailor stated.

  “I will be fine. Just worry about you,” I bit out. “So where is this pretty little thing you have not stopped talking about all week?”

  Sailor smiled and nodded towards the bar.

  As the crowed moved a redheaded girl stood talking to several other guests. She was dressed all in white. White corset, garter belt, stockings, and white knee high boots. When she turned around, my breath caught and my cock twitched. She was fucking stunning. Her almost pale skin, made those blood red lips stand out in her pretty face. She looked like a doll. Fragile, haunted, precious…….. Submissive. More than that, she looked like the challenge I needed.

  I turned back to Sailor who was practically drooling. The waiter stopped and handed out several beverages.

  “How the fuck did that happen?” I asked, taking the scotch off the tray as the waiter patiently waits.

  “She’s a beauty right?”

  I turned back to the girl. She was now facing our direction; a soft smile splayed across her face no doubt for Sailor. Her eyes caught my attention. Green like eme
ralds.

  “Is she submissive?” I couldn’t help the question.

  “Trying to make her that way,” Sailor said, slightly irritated. “She’s fucking feisty, and like a fucking pocket rocket. I’m having trouble keeping my hands off her.”

  That made me laugh. Sailor needs to take a page or two from my book. He’s too fucking soft. As we continued to stare several men approached the girl. They would lean in and whisper words to her; she would shake her head and continue conversation with the next person.

  “What’s her name?” I asked, curious.

  “Kat.”

  “What?” I look at Sailor confused.

  “Kat,” Sailor said, sipping his drink. Not fazed by the confused look on my face.

  “Kat? What kind of name is that?”

  “What kind of name is Hunter?” Sailor bit back.

  “It’s a dangerous name, better than Sailor.”

  We both laugh and continue to stare. I watch Kat as she stands at the bar. Both her hands hold a glass to her delicious red lips, she sways slightly as she talks to a tall man. He is built like a tank. His shoulders are broad, with muscles on muscles. His buzz cut makes him look like he belongs in the navy. I can’t see his face, but his tone is overpowering.

  “Who the fuck is that?” I ask Sailor as I point to the buff guy.

  “That’s Commander. He and Kat have been friends for ages. I don’t fucking like him.” Sailor says as he catches a waiter passing by. He puts his glass on the tray and grabs two more scotches.

  “That bad?”

  I know Sailor pretty damn well, and it takes a lot to get on his bad side.

  “Yep.”

  Sailor raises his glass and I raise mine. I never take my eyes off Kat, secretly I hope she will look my way again so I can get a more in depth look at her.

  “How did you end up with her?” I’m so fucking curious. Someone like her should be tied to a cross, cuffed to a bed; on her knees… someone like her should be sucking my fucking cock.