CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
MY ACUTE ITCH
PAST
JAMES
I took in the room, scratching at the scars on my wrists absently. They weren't fresh scars, had been healed over for years now, but they still bothered me.
I made myself stop, as I always did, lest I make the embarrassing marks even more noticeable.
I moved over to a particularly interesting demonstration, one of several placed throughout the room.
A man had a woman bound to a thick wooden post. He was thrashing her enthusiastically.
It made my blood pump hard through my veins. I'd come to the right place, I had no doubt.
I'd been fixated on BDSM for quite a while, and now that I was eighteen, I was allowed into some of the more hardcore clubs.
I hadn't done much. Some spanking, a lot of dirty kinky talk, and a completely excessive amount of bondage. Even the most vanilla of vanilla girls could usually be talked into letting me tie them up.
I'd done all of the usual kinky stuff.
But I didn't want the usual. I wanted the exceptional, a much heavier dose of the thing that I'd come to obsess about—to crave. I needed more.
It was the most acute sort of itch, the kind that made that first scratch feel so good, like nothing else, so good that once you started scratching, you scratched it raw, consequences be damned.
I was a man of extremes, and I scratched it bloody.
Inside of me was an anger, a rage, an inferno of it, one that didn't need fuel. It never had, that I could remember. It seemed to feed on itself.
It would never go away, but every ounce of control I exerted and maintained made it more bearable. So much of this, of all of the things I did with my body, was about control.
There was a hot young thing standing next to me, watching the couple on stage. It took me about half a second to notice her, and when I did, I turned with a smile, sizing her up.
She wore an interesting series of leather straps, nipple clamps, and thigh high boots.
I wasn't completely ignorant about this lifestyle. I knew about subs and Doms, and I knew that this hot young thing was the former, and I was the latter.
It all seemed pretty simple to me.
"I'm James," I told her, leaning close.
She started, gave me wide eyes, and leaned right back, bringing our faces close. "I'm Rose. Do you have a sponsor?"
"Excuse me?"
"Someone to introduce us."
I shook my head, leaning closer. "I don't. It's a pleasure to meet you, Rose," I lowered my voice into a conspiratorial whisper, "See what I did there? We can introduce ourselves."
"Oh," she said, biting her lip. I could tell she wanted me, and I doubted she'd tell me no.
"Are you with anyone?" I asked her, to be polite. I didn't know the rules here, so I just went with the usual.
She shook her head.
"Do you want to fuck?"
She gasped at the crude question.
I smiled, enjoying the shock on her face. "I'd like to do more. I'd like to tie you to one of these displays in here and put on a demonstration of our own, eventually, but right now, I'm horny, and all of that can wait. So what do you say, Rose? You want to fuck?"
With one more trembling gasp, she nodded.
I had her propped up on a table that held an impressive assortment of floggers. I was on the tail end of fucking her silly, in fact had just made her come, when I heard a throat clearing loudly behind me.
With only the vaguest twinge of annoyance at the interruption, I held up a finger, indicating I'd be with them in just a moment, and finished.
I pulled out, removed the condom, threw it away in a wastebasket just under the table, and tucked myself back into my pants before finally looking at the intruder.
It was a small, beautiful woman. She had masses of ink black hair and had collected an impressive amount of ink on her arms.
She did not look pleased.
I gave her a bland smile. "Can I help you?"
"You're new," she observed.
"Yes. I'm James. Nice to meet you."
She shook her head, looking exasperated. She shot Rose a look. "Get cleaned up, sweetie," she told her, tone soft. "This wasn't your fault."
Rose left, shooting me one last longing look over her shoulder. I gave her a smile that let her know I wasn't finished with her.
"You do realize that what you just did could get you kicked you out of this circle indefinitely."
I cocked my head to the side. "Interesting. Which part?"
"Approaching a sub without a sponsor. This is not a pick up joint. This is not a place where you can operate how you normally do."
"She was amenable."
"That is not the point."
I gave her a wicked grin. "You look like you could use a good fuck, too. I've been remiss. You're a beautiful woman. I'm sure we can figure out a solution here."
She was shaking her head before I'd finished. "You really are new at this, huh?"
"Yes. I just saw this club here with a triskele over the door, figured what the hell, I'll give it a shot."
"If you can't take this at all seriously, you might as well go."
I flashed her a conciliatory smile. "I'm only kidding. I meant no harm. What's your name?"
She smiled back warmly. "I'm Frankie. And I'm going to do you a huge favor, James."
It was on the tip of my tongue to suggest a specific sexual favor that I wouldn't mind from her, but I held it in. "What favor would that be?"
"I'm going to take you under my wing, before you get yourself into trouble. You can thank me later."
Turns out, I did.