Page 2 of Exquisite Temptation

"That’s great. Natasha, tilt your head to the left a bit and pull Lola’s bra strap and keep your hand there." Perfect. I take photos using different angles.

We wrap up the session just as the soft rays of the setting sun disappear below the horizon. Gathering my stuff, I exchange polite goodbyes and sprint to my car. Decadence opens in a couple of hours, and I can't wait to see his expression when his eyes land on my disgustingly provocative custom-made rubber dress.

I kill my engine in the parking lot across from the club. Taking off my sneakers, I put on my six-inch lace up knee-high boots. I get out, slamming the door shut, and saunter to Decadence, in the basement of a gated courtyard at the end of a small residential street. Tilting my head, I curve my lips into a grin when the camera zooms in on me and the door clicks open. I descend the stairs and enter the small reception.

"Girl, you look smokin’ hot! Tristan is already here." Misha claps his hands, pouting his enhanced lips. Tonight he sports an electric blue mohawk, leather harness with chain links and tight hot pink and black latex shorts.

"Thanks, babe. It’s brand new, custom-made. It cost me an arm and a leg, but it’s worth it." I laugh, running my hands up and down my hips.

"Defo, girl. Now shoo, go play with your gorgeous Dom." Bobbing my head, I give him a massive grin and strut off.

The slow rhythmic beat of dark electronic music reverberates through the corridor, making my body vibrate with excitement. I can’t wait to see Tristan. Stepping inside the low lit dungeon, I make my way through a sea of bodies, in various states of undress, gyrating on the dance floor. I search for my Dom in the play area and chill zone, but I can’t see him anywhere.Hm, where is he?Heading to the circular bar, I spot Mistress Eleni and Master Damien deep in conversation while their slaves, Tara and Sammi, kneeling next to them with their heads bowed. Two new Doms, dressed in leather pants and tight T-shirts stretched over their bulging muscles, take stock of me, their eyes snaking up and down my body. Resting my elbows on the quartz counter, I tilt my head, exposing my neck, and loop my finger inside the O ring of my training collar, signaling I'm unavailable. My attention shifts to Marcus, the club’s regular bartender, who winks at me and gives me a toothy grin.

"Hey, beautiful. What can I get ya?"

Smiling back, I consider asking him if he has seen Tristan, but change my mind. "Hey, Marcus. Could I have a virgin strawberry daiquiri, please?"

"Coming right up, gorgeous."

He hands me the mocktail and winks at me, before shooting off to the other side of the bar. Wheeling around, I venture deeper into the corridors towards the private alcoves. The sound of moans, cries, slaps, and laughter echoes off the walls. With each step I take, anxiety ties my stomach into knots. He would take no one other than me to the private playrooms.Are you sure? What about his ex? No, he promised me!Coming to a stop at the last alcove, I incline my head sideways and glance at the occupants. My gaze catches Tristan’s sharp angles of his cheeks and nose, stopping me in my tracks. I can’t tear away my eyes from the look of ecstasy on his face, his bare chest heaving as his dark-haired ex devours what is hers.

He told me her constant neediness, insane jealousy, and impulsive behavior tore them apart. With passionate kisses and sweet words, he promised me she would never be a part of his life again, and I believed him, but now that my eyes are wide open, I can see through his lies. My heart seizes, chest tightens, and my breath comes in ragged pants as I stand immobilized. I press my hand to my mouth to smother the audible gasp escaping my lips.No, no! Please, God, tell me this is not happening!

"Oh, fuck! You like being face fucked hard and fast, you naughty slut." He grunts loudly, gripping her mousy hair and moving her head up and down his cock.

The wet sound of her gurgling and slurping grates my ears, making acrid bile burn my throat. Furious blood jets through my veins, raising my temperature, and igniting me with a primal urge to destroy something as violent images roll through my mind in a quick succession.

Grabbing her ponytail and hurling her across the alcove like a rag doll.

Putting my hand through her chest and ripping out her heart like the Evil Queen.

Wrapping my hands around her throat and squeezing the life out of her.

Stop it right now.I give myself a mental slap to snap out of it. This isn’t you. Don’t let them poison your mind and soul. Let karma dish out what they deserve.I draw a lungful of air and storm inside, throwing my mocktail in Tristan’s face.

He flinches, gaping at me in sudden shock as the red slushie mocktail drips from his face to his bare chest like the blood I wish to draw in my rage. "Heidi–" his voice falters. His ex huddles next to his legs, drool running down her chin, and black tears staining her heavily made-up face.

My fingers tremble violently, and I let the glass fall on the ground before I slap his face. "It’s our anniversary! How could you? Why?" My voice hardens, coming out stifled and unnatural.

He rises to his feet and yanks his leather pants up. The fucking bitch takes the opportunity to hoist herself up and wrap her arms around her, scurrying away like a rat.Run, bitch, run!

"Baby girl, I'm sorry! I didn’t mean for–" He moves closer to me, but I raise my hand, stopping him from coming any closer and finishing his sentence.

"Oh, did she come begging you to take her back, and the only way to shut her up was to ram your cock down her throat?" I remove my collar and drop it on the floor.

He inhales sharply, his shoulders slumping in despair. "Baby doll, please, hear me out. I brought her here to tell her that things are getting serious between me and you. She got upset–" He expels a long breath. "I tried to calm her down, and, somehow, we ended up with her sucking me off. It meant nothing, okay? I promise it will never happen again."

"Save your excuses for someone who cares. We are done! Good luck with your mutt. I hope her blow job was worth it." Blinking away the tears burning behind my eyelids, I spin around on my heel and dash to my car, desperate to escape this emotional horror show.

When I arrive home, I sprint to my room and slam the door behind me. The icy, unpleasant sweat coats my body and makes the rubber dress stick to my skin, squeezing me tightly like a boa constrictor.I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe! Oh, God, I need to get out of this dress.I strip my clothes frantically and throw them on the floor, running into the shower. Turning the water on, I slouch against the tiles and slide down, letting the scalding hot water pelt my naked skin. I pull my knees to my chin and bury my head in them. The anguish peaks inside me, shattering the last shreds of control, and a flood of tears rushes down my face.

How could he? Why? I gave him my heart and body. He told me he loved me. If your eyes were wide open, you would have seen through his lies. You knew he wasn’t truly over her.I rock back and forth as deep, wrenching sobs tear through my chest, making it hard to breathe.What does she have that I don't? What did he need that I couldn’t give him, so he had to go back to her?My desolate wails and the water hitting the tiles echo in the bathroom, making me howl harder.I hate him! God, I hate him!The words play on repeat in my mind. I dive deep into the pit of despair and grief, losing track of time.

The icy cold water sends shivers through my body, jolting me back.Come on, that bastard is not worth your tears. You need to get yourself together. It’s time to stop crying and find your inner calm.Hoisting myself up, I scrub myself clean and slip into my bathrobe. I rub aloe vera around my puffy, red-rimmed eyes, thankful for the instant relief.Okay, you got this, Heidi. Hold it together! You will not let any man hurt you ever again,I chant over and over.

Chapter 2

Heidi

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