Eighty Days Blue by Vina Jackson

that now. Most admirable. It’s not just your cock leading you.’
    â€˜I’d very much hope not. Although neither would I want it to be overly neglected.’ He smiled.
    â€˜Whatever happens, Dominik, I’d like us to be friends, you know.’
    â€˜That would be nice.’
    â€˜With Victor, it was always about the next target; he was relentless. At first, I’d find it amusing, but he has an evil streak, a deep-seated desire to bend his subs, his slaves to his will. Beware.’
    â€˜I will,’ Dominik said.
    He had been trying to contact Summer in New York for a few days now, but her phone kept on going to voicemail on every occasion, whatever the time of day over in Manhattan, and he was beginning to worry slightly. She had promised to keep him informed of any adventures there, but so far the news had been pretty prosaic and uninvolving. Incomplete?
    â€˜I’m having a small party tomorrow with a couple of my playthings, but was thinking of opening it up. Would you be interested in attending? Watching, maybe?’ Lauralynn asked him.
    â€˜Wouldn’t your . . . acolytes object to a stranger being present?’ he queried.
    â€˜Not at all. They know how to serve and do as they’re told. Though I guess you’re not into using guys, are you? A step too far?’
    â€˜No,’ Dominik confirmed, hiding the fact from Lauralynn that he had given thought to switching, being on the receiving end in order to better understand what it might feel like to be a submissive, rather than out of taste. According to BDSM lore, many doms had supposedly done their time as subs. It helped them understand the dynamic better. The problem was just that he was not attracted to men. Fascinated by their cocks, yes, but not by their faces or personalities. So watching would have been interesting, educational even, but somehow he knew he was not quite ready for this.
    â€˜Maybe not this time,’ he responded, mindfully not rejecting a future occasion. Right now, his thoughts were of Summer and the bubbling maelstrom of lustful intentions she drew to the surface of his imagination.
    â€˜Pity,’ Lauralynn said. ‘It would have been nice to have some new company. I could teach you a lot,’ she continued.
    â€˜No doubt you could.’
    â€˜My gut feeling tells me that you’re not much of a man for toys, are you?’
    â€˜Your instinct serves you right,’ Dominik said.
    â€˜Victor is,’ Lauralynn remarked. ‘A hell of a lot. Loves his spreader bars, he does. I find that they work well with girls, but guys somehow always get cramps. Most men, that is. Some of them, especially the gay ones, will take anything and more. I don’t come across many of them in my business, though; they keep to themselves and their own rituals, I guess,’ she added as an afterthought, and Dominik felt there was a note of regret in her voice when she revealed this.
    The midday sun was rising above them, with just the flutter of a breeze animating the greenery in the surrounding trees. Lauralynn brushed a breadcrumb from the corner of her mouth.
    â€˜Isn’t this beautiful?’ she said to Dominik, glancing at the sun. He’d taken his linen jacket off. ‘Probably the last warm day we’re going to have this year. London, eh? I just love the sun.’
    He smiled at her.
    Her blonde hair unfurled all the way across her shoulders. She stretched, sat up for a moment and in one swift movement pulled off her tight print blouse. She was braless beneath it. His eyes went to her delicately pierced nipples and the exquisite shade of pink they wantonly displayed and then to a blue tattoo, an ideogram in Chinese calligraphy on her left shoulder. She rolled over onto her stomach, kicked off the faded denim hot pants she had been wearing and began sunbathing in just her thong. The mountains of her arse were like a geometric symphony delineating a perfect curve with