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“Several thousand square feet with offshoot locations in a few other buildings for the more… drastically charged kinks.”
“Such as?”
Valerio tipped his head, studying me briefly before grabbing our drinks for a bartender who was friendly yet subdued.
“Are you certain you’re ready to know? There are some acts many people still consider heinous, even though the practices have been around for centuries.”
I wasn’t but I refused to allow him to think I was uncomfortable. “You might be surprised how few things bother me.”
“Mmmm…” He led us further away and toward a room painted all red. Inside were people watching erotic dancers and nothing more. Their moves were beautiful, highly evocative. For a few seconds he remained silent, allowing me to bask in the moment. “Blood play. Knife play. Breath play. Fire cupping. We cater to almost every kink to be experienced, although with many, we require a true, trained master be used or at minimum be present. We are all about safety at the Royal Players Club.”
Okay, I had to admit that all four were fascinating but also terrifying. “All these people have agreed to be here?”
“What do you think, cupcake? That those in collars and on leashes were abducted from their normal lives?”
I glanced up at him, unable to keep a wry smile from my face. “You mean other than present company?”
“You, my sweet treat, are something else altogether. Yes, everyone wants to be here. Some of the resort members bring their own guests, whether it be their wives or husbands, or a submissive they regularly play with. Others prefer to be matched with the perfect choice based on their needs.”
“Interesting. I assume you employ these for hire people?”
“We do and they are the most highly trained people in the industry. Only the best for our clients. Are you interested?”
I laughed nervously as I slid my hand through my hair. “I doubt you’d allow that.”
“And you would be correct. You are mine. At least for the duration of our stay here.” His words were possessive, full of unbridled desire and capable of making my panties wet.
If I’d been allowed to wear any.
I shifted, feeling the dress sliding back and forth across my naked ass. Not wearing any undergarments was filthy and naughty.
And kept me thoroughly aroused.
“So many people. I never knew,” I said as I scanned the area. He slowly led us away, milling through the crowd.
“BDSM is a huge industry, Selena. While often still looked down upon, it allows the kind of freedom the most powerful people in the country can find no other way.”
I nodded, trying to take in the different people. The submissives never made eye contact with anyone but their masters.
Some were forced to walk on their hands and knees, others simply required to trail behind their masters. I found myself gawking at them, wondering what it was like to be required to crawl on the floor. My behavior wasn’t polite, but no one seemed to mind. However, I couldn’t help but notice just about everyone in the room was watching the two of us.
There was no doubting who were the most powerful men in the rooms, their aura and their prowess unmistakable.
There were also plenty of female dominants, their submissives hanging on their every word.
“What do you think?” Valerio asked as he led me to one of the alcoves. He’d done so on purpose, the station meant for flogging only.
As a man dressed in an expensive tux reared back with a dangerous-looking four-tailed leather thing in his hand, I sucked in my breath. I didn’t notice I was absently sliding the tips of my fingers down the side of my neck, doing my best to keep from hyperventilating.
From excitement.
“What is that?”
“It’s called a tawse or a flogger,” he answered. “There are many shapes and sizes. It all depends on what you’re trying to accomplish.”
As the man brought down the tawse down three times, the girl crying out in pleasure, I found myself panting with desire. What was that about? Sure, I’d had fantasies about alphas but I couldn’t actually want this. Right?
“You would look beautiful wearing my stripes, cupcake.”
