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He offers his arm like a gentleman, and I’ve never been happier to slide my arm through another’s.
I’m a little disappointed when he leads me to a private room. I had wanted everyone here to see him dominate me. More importantly, to see me please him. But I suppose another time. At least I hope for another.
I don’t normally play more than once with the Doms here. Sure, Estrella has topped me on numerous occasions, but that’s different. There’s no expectation for more. I don’t have to worry about growing too close, or too needy.
My mind flashes back over a decade prior when I and my best friend discovered this club and began exploring. Estrella had been more hesitant and thoroughly did her research before dipping her toe in while I fell head-first into hedonism.
As the brand spanking new toy, all the Doms wanted to play with me, and I was only too happy to jump from one firm hand to the next. Men, women, young, old, and every walk of life. It didn’t matter as long as they degraded me, made me feel like the dirty whore I was, and beat me into submission before fucking me senseless.
It wasn’t rocket science figuring out what I wanted; what I needed. I didn’t totally understand why I needed it, and I didn’t care as long as it felt good. As long as I reached that high.
It was an itch to scratch, an addiction with none of the after-effects of harsh drugs. Yeah, there were bruises, welts, and scars that I cherished and enjoyed until they disappeared. I craved to replace them until I could think of nothing else.
Then I met him. Master Henry. Everyone else disappeared. He was a good fifteen years older, but it only gave him more authority. Those years didn’t detract from how beautiful, how alluring he was. Everyone wanted him, and when his full attention landed on me, I felt like I hit the jackpot.
So many angry gazes drilled into me, but it all fell away with his approach.
“Hey, boy, you want to be my new toy?” His accent was cultured, a Brit that stood above all the differing twangs of mid-Texas.
I had no fucking words, I could only nod until his large body, even taller than my rangy height encompassed me. I could feel every inch of him as his graceful hands smoothed up my neck and cradled my face, making me look up at him.
“I need an answer, slut.”
I shivered. “Yes, yes I want to be your toy, Master.”
“Mmm.” His lips graze over every inch of my face, peppering me with tiny pecks. “That’s a good lad. Now let’s get you naked. I want to see my newest acquisition.”
It felt like every dream had come true. His attention alone fulfilled my needs, and the way he made me feel both physically and emotionally was just icing on the cake.
I craved him until nothing else mattered. As time passed, nothing garnered my attention if it wasn’t him. My job, and my friendships, were all forgotten as I devoted everything to my Master. It was pure bliss, and for nine months, I lived only for him. Until one day he pushed me away and never looked back.
He chose a new toy, a girl that was my antithesis with her white blonde hair and petite curvy body. As if he couldn’t stand the reminder of us. I tried to let it go, to let him go, but it hurt too much, and felt like I’d die without him.
I had taken to visiting him at home, unable to stay away, until one day, the cops were waiting to drag me away before he slapped a restraining order on my ass.
The very next day I confronted him at the club, not giving a single shit about the amount of distance I was supposed to keep between us.
“Why?!” I begged him on my hands and knees, not giving a damn that the entire club watched as I ingratiated myself like an unwanted dog. I crawled to him and tried to climb him as he kicked me away.
“You’re so fucking needy, Caleb. No one wants to deal with a pathetic whore like you.” His words were growled, but quiet enough so only I could hear.
Yet, each word felt like a shot to the heart until I was riddled with holes and bleeding out while all my peers watched in interest, some with pleasure.
This time, his voice is loud enough for the room. “Stay away from me, slave! We’re done!”
It was the final nail in my coffin that sent me scurrying for the hills. I didn’t go back for months, even after Henry was long gone, and I was an even bigger mess. A veritable junky shaking until I could get my next fix.
That was the first time that my best friend topped me. For the longest time, she was the only dominant I’d let near me. Of course, she helped me move on until I was not only capable, but that I needed the dominance of others, preferably a man.
Sure, I was bi, but I always knew I preferred men. I was a true bottom, and I needed to be filled. Latex cocks just weren’t cutting it.
Estrella continued to play with me on and off throughout the years, but that mostly stemmed from ease and necessity when I couldn’t find the courage to seek out yet another new Dom.
And let’s be real, it was slim pickings around here. Which made it damn near impossible to have anything, if not a repeat performance. And I never wanted one, never craved to see the same dominant twice. Mostly for fear of becoming too clingy, but also because the desire and urges weren’t there.
Until now.
Chapter Six
