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He handed me a book from behind the bar and patted it. “This is your bible, study it, learn it and you’ll be a pro in no time.”

This was what I’d set out to do, be my own person, find my own path. I needed to do this for myself, and Edge was a good a place as any to start.

CHAPTER THREE

ERIC

Three weeks later…

It had been easy to find her, a little too easy, and that worried me. She wasn’t very good at covering her tracks, then again, I couldn’t blame her, she’d never done this before. She’d taken the train three towns over and as soon as I arrived I knew this town wasn’t going to be an easy one to sneak around in. It was one of those places where everyone knew everyone else, and if there was a stranger among them, you’d be the talk of the town the next day. This could either work to me advantage, or against it.

The first week I was there I took to surveilling the place. I tried to make myself a part of them as much as I could. It wasn’t until the third night that I came across an interesting sight. Men and women drifted in and out of a structure located in the outskirts of town. Curious, I made my way towards the back of the building and noticed the club name on the side. A couple went in front of me and I took note of everything asked. The rules, the invitation only that was given to each individual. Hiding in the shadows I noticed everyone had a different password, a different code name.

There was definitely an appeal to the place. It was hidden among the warehouses at the edge of town. An ordinary façade to the dark delicacies that occurred within the confines of the empty building. I wasn’t afraid, I’d been a part of these playrooms before. I had my own fetishes I dealt with and Edge seemed to entice the dominant side of me to come out and play.

My gut feeling told me to wait. So, I parked my car in a place where I had full sight of who was coming in and out. Sure enough, at around four in the morning, a group of people came out. In between them, stood my target. She was pretty, even in the dim streetlight. Looking ever so innocent. I followed her home that night and discovered that she was living with a woman named Alondrea, whom I would later find out was the head Mistress at Edge.

She’d been set up nicely with her own little room in the basement, hidden from eyesight. I made it a point to go in the following night while no one was home, and I went to work on setting up cameras and mics around the small apartment. I needed to know everything. Where she went, what she liked, who she trusted. I needed to know, so that I could find a way to get close.

Searching the dark net, I found exactly what I was looking for, and it was fairly easily. The invitation that I needed to get in cost three thousand dollars. There were accesses to playrooms or nights with particular masters or mistress’ that I could buy for nearly ten grand, but all I needed was an in. Using Shane’s and putting to good use was only fair.

The first night I arrived, I immediately spotted her at the bar. She looked so at ease serving drinks and laughing with the patrons. She looked like she belonged. She’d been smart hiding here. I don’t think her husband would think twice to look for her here among the whips, chains, and all that latex.

Those first few days I kept my distance, but I couldn’t do that anymore. The more I watched her, the more I wanted her. She was a sweet, innocent thing. Right away I knew the girl had been through an excess of pain. It emanated in her sorrow filled eyes. Every now and then she’d bite her lip and duck her head, as if a wave of pain had suddenly risen and she was battling it down deep. In a way, she reminded me of me. Keeping dark things hidden away so that no one could find our demons.

But there was an ominous threat on her head, and if I didn’t deliver he’d probably hire another man. One less sympathetic to her pain and willing to do anything for money. Somehow, she’d gotten to me, she’d broken through my barriers and here I was, yearning to have her beneath me.

I wanted her trust.

I wanted to protect her.

I wanted her submittal.

I took a shot of whiskey and stared at her, her long blond hair [CB1][DT2]curled at the ends, encircling her small breasts. Her outfit did nothing to conceal her curves. She’d filled out nicely in the last few weeks, her cheeks were rosy, her laughter genuine, and her light blue eyes, that matched my own, glimmered with happiness. She was untroubled tonight, and I’d bet it was the first time in a long time she had experienced this type of peace. When she smiled the whole damn room lit up. As I watched her, the thought of how much of a damn perv I was for wanting such an innocent thing entered my mind. I knew I didn’t deserve her, yet in a way, I didn’t care. Life had never been fair to me, so why not take this opportunity to defy it and take what I wanted anyway.

The last few nights she’d been working with another bartender and the fucker had his hands all over her. He was young, a more appropriate age at twenty-three compared to my thirty-four years, but it still boiled my blood. No one had a right to touch her except for me.

I don’t know when I became so possessive of her. Fuck, probably from the first moment I saw her in that photograph, the one I now kept tucked in my back pocket. I didn’t hide the fact that I wanted her. On the contrary, I blatantly expressed my obsession. Any man that came near her I placed a threat over his head, and it already became known among other Doms that I’d staked my claim. I just needed to make it official.

She had also become aware of it. I could tell by the way her hands trembled when I was near, and by the hitch in her breath when I ordered a drink. Every now and then her eyes would wander over to me, and she’d blush a bright pink that illuminated her face. My cock liked that crimson that painted her cheeks, it liked it a lot.

She was a curious little girl. Her eyes wandering to the stages lining the length of the club. Her eyes would glimmer as Doms paddled their subs and as subs screamed in pleasure while being flogged. She especially liked to watch the knife play. Oh yes, she liked the dark edginess of it all. The way a knife glimmered on the skin, the way it ripped through lace and latex, she’d bite her lip and squeeze her thighs as subs came while being fucked at the handle of a well sharpened knife.

Fuck, it was the hottest thing to watch as she squirmed in the dark shadows, knowing if I could, I would make her cum with just one sweep of my thumb on her clit as she watched those women quiver up on stage. You can call me a sadistic fuck, but I never said I was going to be the good guy. She clearly needed a bad man in her life, one that was evil enough to put any fucker down that tried to lay a finger on her again.

That’s why I was here, this is where I was meant to be, where my fate had finally led me. She was my salvation, and she’d soon find out that I was hers.

Her hips swung left and right, holding me in a mesmerizing stupor, as she sauntered over to me. “Is there anything else I can get you, Sir?”

That simple word dripped off her tongue so innocently, and I wanted her on her knees before me, her big eyes looking up at me as she begged her Sir for his cock.

Coming out of my illicit daydreams, I nodded. “Another whiskey, baby girl.”

She gave me a smile, her cheeks glowing pink as she poured another shot for me.

“You workin’ late tonight, baby girl?”

She bit her lip and shook her head. She enjoyed that naughty little term I had for her. “Not tonight. My shift ends in a few minutes.”

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