Page 34 of Breaking Vincent

A couple of minutes later I’m sinking my heavy body into the hot water, and letting my head flop back onto the side of the bath. “Ugh, fuck that’s nice.”

I wake up some time later to my phone vibrating on the bathroom floor. I flinch at the noise and startle at the cold water rising up my neck. I fling myself forward and scoop up the towel that I had resting on the side.

I seriously need to stop falling asleep in the bath before I end up drowning myself. Imagine how embarrassing that would be for the fire/ambulance people, finding me all naked and shrivelled up like a prune.

I snort to myself.

After wiping the water from my face, I stand up and drag myself from the cold water. My muscles are still aching like a bitch, but I feel less likely to die now.

I scoop my phone from the floor, walk into my bedroom and pull on a pair of joggers, before going back into the living room and chucking myself on the sofa.

Grabbing the television remote I click onto Netflix and load up the previous episode of American Horror Story. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I have two new messages from David via the Voyeurism Fans website.

MasterL -I’m sorry for not responding last night. How are you feeling today?

MasterL -I’m struggling with my guilt, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?

I roll my eyes; he needs to get over it. He’s already apologised and there's nothing to be done about it now.

TheMaskedBrat94 -Hi, I’m fine. My body is sore and I had to get a taxi home from work because I’m exhausted. And I really don’t want you to hold any guilt over what happened. You’ve said sorry and I accepted the apology.

MasterL -I should have known better, and I hope I get the chance to make up for my wrongdoings.Would you be interested in coming back to the club soon?

TheMaskedBrat94-I would love to come back. I hope you’re ready to beg for my forgiveness *Winking emoji*

MasterL -Goodnight, brat!

I don’t bother texting back. Just as I click off the Voyeurism Fans website, my stomach growls, reminding me that it’s probably time to have something to eat. I don’t have the energy to cook, so take-away it is.

A couple of hours later I’m sprawled out on the sofa, with a belly full of pizza and Mr Mittens curled up on the pillow next to me. I scroll through The Bonding Lounge’s website. I could tell you that I’m just looking for more information, but the truth is, I’m snooping on MasterL.

I already know his first name and if I could find out his last name, then I could move over to Facebook and stalk the crap out of him. I bet he doesn’t have an Instagram account, I can only imagine all the boring shit he would share on it.

I don’t expect to find much about him, given the club is big on privacy. So, I just end up clicking through the website's image gallery and I’m impressed by what they have on there. Some of the photos are just of the playrooms, and a good number of pictures of club members during the live shows.

My dick plumps at the set of photos of a boy being whipped on the stage.

I’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing such a thing, but I’m sure I would love it.

I imagine if I were to continue meeting up with David at the club, he’ll want to slowly ease me into the sadistic play and I understand it for the safety reasons. I feel like I’ve waited my whole life to do this and now it’s going to take weeks, if not months before I get to play with the big dogs.

Chapter 14 –

David

It’s been a couple of days since the incident with The Masked Brat and I’m still struggling with how much I fucked up. It's affecting my day-to-day life, so much so that William has asked me to come for a chat in his office.

I know he probably wants to check up on me, but I’m so fucking embarrassed about what I did.

“Come in,” My boss's voice booms from behind the door. For such a calm man, his voice oozes authority.

I take a deep breath and roll my shoulders before making my way inside.

“Ah, David, thank you for coming. Shut the door and sit with me for a bit.”

I do as he says and click the door shut, I’m nervous as fuck and his face softens when he looks at me. “Talk to me, man. What’s been going on? You’ve been in a funk for the past couple of days.”

Thinking of all the ways I could word this to make myself seem less of a jackass, but I know William won’t believe that. And fuck, I don’t want to lie to him. I know once he hears what I did, he’s going to view me differently.