Chapter 3

Sebastian’s POV:

Determined to banish the tumult of emotions swirling in my mind, I make my way down to the depths of my underground club—a sanctuary where the chaos of the outside world fades and the intoxicating allure of desire takes over. My intention is clear: to erase Shelly from my thoughts and redefine her in my mind as nothing more than a stepsister, a distant connection overshadowed by the vibrant escapades that await me.

As I push open the heavy door, I am immediately enveloped by the electric atmosphere of the club. The air is thick, saturated with a heady mix of sweat, smoke, and alcohol, laced with an undercurrent of raw desire. The bass thumps in harmony with my racing heart as I navigate through the throng of bodies, each person lost in their own world of indulgence. The VIP section beckons me, a realm where the night’s most captivating characters come to play.

Once settled into a corner booth, I let my gaze wander over the scene before me. Showgirls, lithe and enchanting, weave their bodies around poles with a grace that is mesmerizing. They dance and tease, their every movement a blend of confidence and seduction, while laughter and whispered secrets swirl through the air like a tantalizing melody. Couples are entwined, their laughter mingling with the deep, pulsating rhythm of the music, a symphony of abandon that momentarily drowns out the echoes of my troubled thoughts.

I allow myself to breathe in the intoxicating chaos, the noise of the club wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. This is my refuge, a place where I can lose myself in the wildness of the night and forget the reality waiting beyond these walls, if only for a fleeting moment. Yet, even in this sanctuary of distraction, Shelly’s image flickers at the edges of my consciousness, a stubborn reminder of the life I’m trying to escape. I shake my head, willing those thoughts away. Tonight is about liberation, about moving on.

My gaze drifts across the room, landing on familiar faces—friends and acquaintances all swept up in the night’s revelry, their laughter ringing like music to my ears. But my attention quickly shifts to Cassidy, the club's star showgirl, who is currently mesmerizing the crowd with her hypnotic moves. She glides around the pole with an air of effortless charm, each sway and turn drawing the eyes of everyone present.

I rise from my seat, a sense of urgency propelling me toward her. I gently catch her elbow, interrupting her routine. “Hey, what's the deal?” she asks playfully, but the moment she recognizes me, a sultry smile spreads across her lips, transforming her demeanor entirely. “Sir Sebastian, what pleasure can I provide for you tonight?” she purrs, her gaze sweeping over me with an inviting hunger.

“Meet me in my room in fifteen minutes. Don’t keep me waiting; you know the drill,” I reply, my voice steady, yet laced with an undercurrent of anticipation.

“Of course, baby, I won’t keep you waiting. I’ll be right there,” she responds, a spark of excitement dancing in her eyes as I turn, making my way back upstairs to my secluded lair—a space that holds the promise of release.

Fifteen minutes pass in an exhilarating blur, and when I step into the room, Cassidy is perfectly positioned in the center of the floor. Her hair is intricately braided, accentuating the elegant curve of her neck, while her bare skin glows under the soft light, casting delicate shadows that dance across her form. She kneels with an enticing blend of vulnerability and strength, each curve of her body poised to invite.

With an alluring gaze that radiates both confidence and anticipation, she waits for my commands, embodying the thrill of the moment. If only she realized that tonight, I seek merely to blow off steam and escape the haunting memories of Shelly, even if just for a fleeting night.

This is precisely why I cannot bring Shelly into this world of shadows with me. I am a Dom—a dominant partner in the intricate dance of BDSM, where power exchange is not just a game, but a carefully crafted experience. The Dom takes charge, guiding the actions within this realm, always ensuring safety and consent. Each encounter is a consensual agreement where the submissive, like Cassidy, willingly relinquishes control, trusting me to lead.

Yet Shelly is just an eighteen-year-old girl, naive and inexperienced in these matters. I know this all too well, having chased off every boy or man who dared to come within ten feet of her. The boundaries are clear, and the lines drawn in the sand. Tonight, in the dim light of the club, I will embrace my role, losing myself in the thrill of the night, far removed from the complexities of family ties and the burdens they carry.

As I approach Cassidy, the air thickens with an electric tension, and I relish the moment. She kneels before me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and submission. The anticipation crackles between us, a palpable energy that heightens every sense. I can feel her eagerness, her desire to please, and I know that tonight we will dance on the edge of pleasure and pain, exploring the depths of our roles.

“Look at me,” I command, my voice deep and firm. She obeys instantly, her gaze locked onto mine, a flicker of excitement illuminating her features. “You know what I expect from you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replies, her voice a sultry whisper, sending a thrill down my spine. There’s an intoxicating power in the way she acknowledges her position, the trust she places in me.

I step closer, the heat radiating from her body pulling me in. “You will submit to me tonight, completely. I want you to lose yourself in the experience. Can you do that?”

“Absolutely, Sir,” she breathes, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation. The promise in her words ignites a fire within me, and I can feel the weight of my own desires pressing against the confines of my control.

With a nod, I take a step back, my gaze sweeping over her lithe form. “Then let’s begin.”