Page 48 of Mastered By Desire

“For science,” I repeat, amused.

“Yes. Science.”

In Room One, the Dom directs one of the women to stand and spread her legs. He says something else, his words quiet behind the glass window, and the second woman begins to eat out the first. The Dom kisses the standing woman, but he keeps a hand in the kneeling woman’s hair.

“He always has to be in control, doesn’t he?” Leah says.

“Dominants thrive on having control, directing the scene.”

“Like you directed me with Dmitri.” Her tone is carefully casual.

“Yes.”

I stroke her bare kneecap, a feather-light touch, and I’m rewarded with a hitch in her breathing.

Her beauty is captivating, but so is her wide-eyed acceptance of everything happening. While she may not realize the power she wields as a submissive, she seems very open to experiencing whatever the night throws her way.

It takes a particularly adventurous person to step onto that auction stage, so her sense of adventure doesn’t come as a surprise to me. But she takes in the club patrons and their power dynamics in a special way.

I get to see Low Vice through her eyes, and the experience is delightful. Intriguing.

It makes me crave more.

Perhaps we could create a scene of our own, right here in this booth.

A couple walks into Room Two. Unfortunately for my voyeuristic aims, they close the curtain. That’s all right, because there is plenty to see even outside Room One. The club is fillingup with the Friday night crowd, members and their guests. I don’t know everyone personally, but many know me.

“Gage, how’s it going?” A woman with curly brown hair approaches the table. Her platinum collar winks above her neckline, signifying she’s in a long-term relationship with her Dom. Or, in her case, Doms.

“Ella, hello.” Pleased to see her, I reach out to shake her hand, careful to keep Leah balanced on my lap. “This is my friend Leah. Leah, this is Ella Marchand.”

Leah stares. “Ella Marchand…as in, Cinderella?”

“Yes, that’s me.” Ella holds out her hand to shake Leah’s as well. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You, too. Sorry for staring. It’s just, I love your music.”

“Thanks!” Ella smiles deeply to reveal a dimple in her left cheek.

Her boyfriends Kingston and Sebastian are soon at her side. Kingston’s dark hair is gray at the temples. His business-like appearance contrasts with the style of Ella’s other partner. Sebastian’s shirtsleeves are rolled up, exposing his tattooed forearms. His light brown hair is messy like he recently leaped off stage. We exchange a few words, catching up on the activities in the club, before the three of them continue on their way.

“Was that Bastian Crown, the singer?” Leah asks when they’re out of earshot. “I think I heard somewhere that they’re together.”

“Indeed it was, and indeed they are.”

“Wow. Cool to meet them.” She seems impressed, but not too impressed. Her reaction is reassuring. I couldn’t trust anyone who is swayed too hard by fame.

The trio in Room One switches position again. Leah watches, a rapt expression on her face, as the Dom directs the first sub to get on her back on the long bench in front of the window. Thesecond sub straddles her face while the Dom guides his cock into her pussy.

“What do you think?” I ask as Leah squirms a little in my lap.

“It’s—I don’t know. It’s nice.”

“Nice? Why?”

“Everyone is getting pleasure, in a cycle.”

The Dom and the second sub lean in and kiss while the first sub writhes and arches up beneath them.

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