Chapter
One
Swear
prickled on Grace’s bare skin as she sauntered onto the stage. The bright
lights made her wince, blocking out the audience and she knew most of the
clients wouldn’t even be looking at her. She was there for ‘atmosphere’. The
majority of the men were too busy with their submissives for the evening to be
bothered watching her, but some would flick a glance her way as they came in.
But
still, her heart hammered as she walked to the centre of the stage and was
greeted by Ethan, one of the resident Doms at SinSity. He gave her a reassuring
smile as the lightly thumping music grew louder in preparation for her show. It
wasn’t her first show. She’d been performing at SinSity for nearly a year now
but it didn’t stop the nerves that came about every night.
Still
the money was good and she enjoyed it for the most part. Ethan was an awesome
Dom and a good friend. So perhaps it wasn’t what every twenty-five year old
girl dreamed of doing as a career but where else could she work on an evening
while Grace’s mother looked after her daughter and earn as much as she did?
Ethan
tugged her wrists above her head and positioned her over the vibrating platform
that nestled between her thighs like a horse. Her bare pussy rubbed across the
leather sending a frisson of excitement through her. Her wrists were tied above
her and a gag slipped into her mouth.
A
figure caught her eye as he strolled in just past the glare of the stage
lights. He was mostly an outline but Grace couldn’t help but stare as he
stopped. Somehow she thought she could see his gaze trace her body from her
thrusting breasts to her thighs stretched over the arched platform sat
perfectly against her cunt.
A
shudder wracked her, peaking her nipples.
Jett
Olsen.
He’d
been a client at SinSity for as long as she’d worked there, yet he’d never once
looked at her. Never shown her even the slightest interest. The other girls
said he was sadistic. Really sadistic. But they also said he gave them the best
orgasms ever.
As
if reading her mind, Ethan turned on the vibrator beneath her, making her jolt
as waves of pleasure instantly struck her clit. She moaned through the gag and
glanced over at Jett. Still he watched her, arms folded across his chest. He
leaned back against the wall behind him, a leisurely pose, as if he had all the
time in the world.
And
Grace knew the man rarely had time. He worked in the docks, running one of the
UK’s biggest shipping companies. So why was he wasting his time just staring at her ? She didn’t do one on one sessions. She was a performer, nothing
more. The girls who spent nights with the visiting Doms loved their jobs and,
as much as she loved being dominated, she didn’t want to spend night after
night with a different man. If she ever had another Dom/sub relationship, it
was going to be exclusive.
She
tried to ignore the thought that she would kill for it to be someone like Jett
as Ethan came around in front of her and applied nipple clamps to her, joined
by one long chain. Though not classically handsome, there was an aura to Jett.
His black hair was too long for a business man. It curled at the nape of his
shirt, and the hint of a tattoo sneaked out from under his rolled up shirt
sleeve. A thick jaw and a slightly bent nose somehow added to his masculinity.
And those green eyes…
Grace
sighed through the gag as her pussy spasmed against the vibrations between her
legs. Ethan tugged experimentally on the nipple chain, sending shafts of pain
through each breast and she gave a muffled squeal.
She
didn’t know why but Jett Olsen both terrified and fascinated her.
Somehow
she snapped her gaze away from him as Ethan circled her, a flogger in hand. He started
on her left breast, a leisurely stroke that merely tickled her skin. Then he
built up the power until the thud of the leather rang in her ears and the
burning sensation in her breast grew. Then he switched to the other using a
regular
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