Taming Kit Pt 03 The Show

Author's Note:

This is Part Three of the Taming Kit series. If you haven't read Lessons for Gia (Part One) and Ruining Allison (Part Two), I highly recommend starting there.

This story contains explicit BDSM themes. Trigger warnings include: emotional manipulation, jealousy, dominance/submission, and scenes of sexual power play. Reader discretion is advised.

I meant to leave.

Aftercare was done. Gia was curled up on the bed, warm, satiated and smiling like I'd gifted her the moon. I should have slipped out then. Should've spared myself the misery.

But the unmistakable sound of a crowd thick with lust drew me like a moth to a flame. There was a certain rhythm in their breath, in the hush between moans. Something in me knew.

I slip through the doorway at the end of the hall and stop just behind the curtain that parts to the main floor. I don't have to see them. I already know.

Allison's voice floats up first. That high-pitched, breathy, fake-little-girl moan she's so good at. She's putting on a show. Of course she is.

I push the curtains aside and see them on stage.

Jake is behind her, slamming into her like he's trying to break her in half. His pace is brutal. Allison is bent over a bench. Her legs spread and tits swaying with each thrust. She opens her mouth in that performative way that drives the men wild. A man in the front row strokes himself as he watches the show. She's soaking up the attention like it feeds her.

It probably does.

Jake has changed. It's not just his body that is different. He's harder, colder. He pounds Allison relentlessly but without affection.

This isn't the Jake I knew. Well, I always knew he was capable of this, but I never thought I'd actually see it. He used to top with such emotion, but now?

He doesn't even look at her. Not really. His body is there, sure. His cock is buried in her cunt as she screams. He still has that dark, sharp kind of focus, but now it's like he's not even in the room.

Until he sees me.

His head turns just slightly, and for just a second his eyes meet mine across the crowd. His rhythm falters just briefly, but enough that I know he's not unaffected by me. I've rattled him. The clench of his jaw. The sharp inhale. The way his focus flickers.

And that's when Allison looks up.

Her eyes land on me like a predator spotting its prey. Just like they did 10 years ago.

I still remember the moment like it's burned into my mind.

I'd just gotten off work early. I wanted to surprise him. I was practically running, eager to tell him the news of my big promotion.

But when I turned the corner at the club, everything stopped.

Jake was sitting on the bench just inside the stockroom, legs spread, hands gripping the edge. His head was tilted back, jaw tight, like he was about to lose control.

Allison was on her knees.

Her hand was inside his pants, wrist pumping fast and steady. Her face close to his zipper. Her lips parted like she wanted more.

And he didn't stop her.

I stood there, paralyzed. Long enough for her to see me.

That's the part I can't forget. She looked right at me. Eyes locked on mine as she stroked him -- and she smiled.

Not startled. Not sorry.

I ran. I ran out of the club, out of North Carolina, and I never looked back.

Until now.

A heated moan brings me back to the present.

I feel the heat rise in my chest before I even register the rage. My throat tightens. My pulse hammers against my ribs like it wants out.

Allison's perfect pout turns into a grin so smug I want to lash out. I taste acid in the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose. Controlled. If Allison wants a reaction she won't get it from me. Not this time.

"Oh yes, daddy! Right there." She cries loud enough the whole club turns their heads. Her back arches deep, her body trembles, and right there on stage with her eyes locked on mine, she comes.

She makes a show of it. One hand clutching the bench, the other in her hair, moaning like she's never known pleasure until this very moment.

I don't look away, not like I did 10 years ago. I won't give her that.

But my fingernails dig deep into my arms as I cross them over my chest. I should go back to Gia.

Instead I stand there, frozen, and watch Jake finish inside her without a sound. He doesn't look at her. Just walks off stage without looking back.

He doesn't help her down. Doesn't say a word.

And somehow, that hurts more than I want to admit. Not because I want him to look at her, but because I remember when he used to look at me like I was his whole world.

It gives me a bit of satisfaction.

But Allison sits there, panting, flushed, ruined.

The room doesn't move at first. Then someone whistles, low and hungry. A few men chuckle, one of them clapping slowly like she put on a porno tailored to his fantasies. Allison soaks it up, head tipped up, body still posed for the crowd. She spreads her legs a little wider and pushes the cum from her wrecked cunt. They eat it up. Every last filthy, degrading second of it.

She looks victorious.

I feel the embers of something old and angry flicker back to life.

She thinks she's won, but I'm not the girl I was ten years ago. I'm not running with my tail between my legs anymore. I let that fire burn. Let it crawl into my skin and settle in my bones. I'm the one holding the matches now.

I turn from the stage, chest tight, skin flushed with something hot and wild.

Gia is still curled up in the aftercare room, naked and glowing, her thighs still trembling from everything I gave her. Her breath soft and even. Her lips parted in sleep like she's still moaning for me.

She's new. Unshaped. But she let me in. Fully, trusting me, like her body had been waiting for someone to take control.

I was going to leave.

Slip out before the ache of the past pulled me under.

But I can still feel the way Gia opened for me. The way she whimpered when I whispered praise into her ear. The way her eyes found mine and didn't look away, not even once.

I should walk.

But instead I'm walking back to her.

Not because I'm running from anything. Not because I need to forget.

But because I want to hear that sound she makes when she begs. I want her warm and spread open beneath me. I want to feel her trust wrap around my fingers like silk.

I don't know what this is yet.

But I want more of Gia.