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and watch closely. The blonde submissive is strung up by her hands with a chain that is connected to handcuffs. She has to stand on her toes to help balance herself. Red welts cover her back and ass. The Master swings the suede flogger quickly, three times and the submissive’s moans become rather high screams. He walks over to his girl, threads one of his hands through her hair and pulls her head back. Her head slightly turns as she makes eye contact with her Master. I can only imagine the phrase he whispers to her.
    The whole act is stunningly beautiful and captivating.
    The control from the Master and the submission from the girl, is most powerful.
    A familiar laugh catch es my attention and makes the hairs on my neck stand up. I turn instantly and see my worst enemy also known as my brother standing at one of the tables beside the bar with a group of women. I watch him as he steps forward and places his hand on one of the girl’s hips and whispers into her ear. She nods and smiles. He steps back, looks in my direction offers me a half assed smile then retreats to the bar. It takes everything I have not to walk over there and knock his fucking head off his shoulders.
    To see him here was a fucking surprise in itself. I had heard through the grape vine that he was travelling the scene for some reason but I just didn’t believe it. The instant thought of him over taking my dreams and making them his own made me ropable. He always did it, what I wanted, he got. What I worked hard for, he clicked his fingers and he had it. I don’t know where he got the money from half the time but whatever his source, it must have been good. I watch him as he turns around with two drinks in his hand, and walks past the table he was at and starts towards my direction.
    “Fucking moron .” I spit as I turn around and pretend he doesn’t exist, just like he does to his family.
    I look out over the crowd and take on the ignorant brother approach. I look down and spot Natasha talking with America, just another fucking problem I am going to have to deal with later.
    “Are you going to ignore me or be a man and turn around?” I hear Simon say.
    “There is only one man here, Simon… and it sure as fuck isn’t you.” I snarl.
    Simon lets out a laugh and it makes me see fucking red. He is a condescending son of a bitch and I want nothing more than to knock this fucker out. But patience… is more than a virtue. Simon ’s shadow comes over me suddenly.
    “That’s not what Lucy said last night.” he whispers.
    Rolling my eyes I turn around my fists balled at my side. This mother fucker just stepped over the fucking line with her name.
    “What the fuck do you want?” I spit.
    “Great to see you to bro, how have you been? Life good?” Simon says, handing me a glass.
    “That’s it? You say something like that, and just blow it off?” I step forward, effectively making him step back.
    “Ah, what can I say? She was beautiful until she mentioned your name. Thought I was going to get my end in and all. Just the thought of your seconds makes me sick.” Simon spits out each word. I offer him a smile in return.
    He raises his out reached hand again and I look at him then to the drink. I don’t want to take it but fuck him… if he is going to stand here and talk shit to me I at least need a drink first. I grab the glass, and bring it to my mouth. Simon points his glass forward and I down mine instantly, his is to follow. I put the glass on a tray that travels by seconds later.
    “How’s the family?” Simon asks, looking down into his empty cup.
    “Why the fuck don’t you ask or better yet find out for yourself?” my tone is bitter, the anger rings in my ears. I just want to knock him the fuck out.
    “Nah, no fun in that.” is his response.
    Simon puts the glass on the next waiter’s tray that passes.
    “You know, I forgot this is your scene now. Doesn’t seem to make sense to me, but whatever.” Simon says coming to stand next