8. Black and White

After the sun dies, I dress up in black, put a mask on, and turn off my daylight persona. Just like the code of club. No names, no faces, just you and your inner animal.

I walk into the club and instantly, strong scent of leather, tobacco and sex hits my nose. Dark music plays in the background with dim warm lights dusting from above.

I order a scotch and look around the clique. Doms are dressed up in black clothes with their subs beside them in white.

White. A colour of purity, innocence and submission.

Black. A colour of sin, smut and dominance.

And I am just the perfect synonym of black.

In fact, I am Black.

I sense many eyes on me, and I look up. Though everyone is hiding behind their masks, I can still smell envy and lust in the air.

“You made it.” I hear a dense voice behind me and I turn towards the voice’s owner.

Black tux, brown hair, silver mask with a Vacheron Constantin on his right wrist. He is none other than..

• Xavier Lance.*

A doctor by the day and a BDSM club owner by the night.

“Of course! I can’t avoid you for longer.” I smirk.

After all, he is my psychiatrist.

“I was expecting you to come. It’s been three weeks since you have been avoiding me.” He mocks with a sly grin.

I laugh.

He knows me very well that I will contact him the very next second after losing myself to insanity.

Xavier has been a great blessing to me. And his pills too. Without him, I would have gone berserk a long ago.

He is like a genie, which produces instant solution to my fucked up mental problems.

“So what is special about tonight?” I ask him as I look at the mask of other people. There is quite a crowd here.

“Tonight is the show night. DomxSub and introduction of new club members. Maybe you can find yourself a sub.” He winks at me.

“You already know my answer, Xavi.” I tell him after taking a sip of scotch.

“Ah! It’s starting. What a timing!” He sneers at me and I get to see his perfect teeth.

He probably got them whitening.

“Great!”

We take a seat on the couch facing the ‘show’ which apparently is just a chair surrounded by the ropes which somehow reminds me of boxing ring.

The lights lower down at one spot and the music changes into deep sensual beats as a man in black leather pants with a girl leashed to his side, walks into the center.

He is built, head is up as he majestically walks up to the chair.

I like his confidence. He knows he owns the spotlight and the girl.

“Do you trust me?” Dom asks his sub.

It’s important to have trust in each other and consent, before starting a complex relationship like BDSM.

“Yes, master.” Her reply follows with credence.

Offering your submission to someone requires an extraordinary amount of bravery and confidence. By doing so, one is making a bold statement that you trust your Dom and expect to be used, and abused. In return for pleasure.

“Strip and crawl to me.”

As soon as he orders, the girl begins to unzip her dress. White frill falls to her feet, and she steps out of them in just her heels, panties and a mask.

Correction, thong. White thong.

She gets on all four and walks like a pet towards her owner. She has a curvy body, blond hair and a fake tan, not that I mind. What intrigues me is the strawberry stickers on her nipples, which fascinates me to know the colour.

On the order of her Dom, she spreads her legs, and gets into different sexual positions, where her Dom has maximum control over her body.

She is a perfect submissive every man wants.

“Who is she?” I ask Xavier, who is keenly watching the show just like others.

“A new sub. You want her?” He arches his eyebrow in question.

“No.” Not her. The beast whispers from within.

We both don’t want her.

“I think you have a perfect stance to be a dominator.” I hear his dense voice beside me.

“You possess self-control, self-disciple and self-awareness.” He tells me and I nod at him.

Xavier is a man with ultraviolet eyes. He can look inside a person and tell what they are made of.

“You are responsible, reliable, and I am pretty sure you have a compassionate side as well. Trust me, you have everything to be a great Dom.”

“No, I do not want any more blemishes on my name, than it already has.” I take a slow sip, while watching her arch her ass back.

I love this position. Maximum control. Maximum pleasure. And maximum dirty sounds.

“Since when you started caring for such things? A man who lives recklessly, is a man who lives to his fullest.” I hear my psychiatrist talk philosophy to me.

I raise my eyebrow above the mask.

“I am not just a man. I am a businessman. I can’t risk my years long hard work to suffer for some good fucks.”

“So you gonna let your inner animal starve?”

I feel a growl growing in me, and my chest vibrates with displeasure. But it wasn’t just for a fuck. Not any fuck.

My inner animal doesn’t desire a submissive. He wants that fierce kitty which clawed deep in his heart.

He wants that wild cat, which is playing hide and seek since past four years.

“I am a doctor too. I have a reputation to carry as well. You just need to manage your time and your personalities.” He stares at me and I know what he meant.

I roll my eyes behind my mask and so does my beast.

“Nah! I like random fucks in your club, but having a sub is not my cup of tea.” I sip my scotch and look back at the performance where the Dom exemplates dominance over the girl with a whip stick.

“Alright. I respect your decision and your presence here.” He tells me and I nod curtly in agreement.

Soft moans fill my ear as I watch him hit her peachy ass and it somehow pleases me deeply.

I just couldn’t stop imagining her as my kitty. With darker hair and instead of that white thong, I would like to see her in nothing.

I feel a grunt in my chest, as if my inner beast howls in approval.

For once, we both think like one mind.

Hmm…

Now that I think, sending her to jail wouldn’t give me as much pleasure as seeing her under me.

With her legs spread. The beast whispers.

Hmm.. I couldn’t agree more.

People say I eat and drink in success. Which I agreed, up till now. But the parameters have changed from today.

The real taste of success I’ll only get when I’ll take a bite out of her.

My price.

She was always mine to have. And now that she walked up to me, it’s impossible for me to not have her.

She is my award.

She will be my reward.

For everything I have been through, because of her, her father and her lover.

I will take it all from her.

Emara Stone… Start counting your days. I am coming for you.

With no mercy.