The woman on stage was being fucked by two very large Masters and they were making her beg for it. The scene did nothing for her—she didn’t like the thought of having more than one man, liking the thought of only Harry so much better. Swallowing past the ball of emotion clogging her throat, she glanced at Harry. She wanted to make him proud so he wouldn’t want to get rid of her in a couple of weeks. How could she prove to him how much he meant to her already? Shit, she was in love with a guy she barely knew and didn’t even want to contemplate life without him anymore. He put his hand on her knee and her heart skipped a beat. Every touch she craved, further proof of his acceptance of her. The scene was fast coming to a close and she looked forward to seeing the end just so she could have some alone time with Harry. The club and all the people seemed great, nothing like her previous Master had said about the Doms and subs he interacted with.
