“After you, Mr. Kohl.”
The second we stepped out into the casino area I was awestruck. Rows and rows of slot machines lined one area; another was filled with tables with all variety of games from poker and blackjack to roulette.
It was bright, with clean lines, and modern. The only contrasts of color were splashes of rich amber. Then I remembered the hotel had been designed as homage to Penny before Hagen and Penny were even an item. The man built a hundred-million-dollar project around the woman of his dreams.
“It’s pretty incredible,” Sebastian said. “You should see the one Henna built. It puts this one to shame.”
“We should make a plan to check it out tomorrow. The last time I was here, Henna promised me a day at her over-the-top spa once the resort was operational.”
A spa day sounded so incredible after the roller coaster of emotions I’d suffered over the last week. Hell, what I’d gone through today.
He stared at me.
“What?”
“I like seeing you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Relaxed, not so in control.”
“I’m pretending to be someone else. I can let my hair down.”
“I want you to be this way with me all the time.”
“You know it isn’t possible. The second we step foot on German soil, things change.”
“They don’t have to.”
I pulled him to a stop and set a hand on his chest. “I really get it now. We have to play our roles. But I’ll make you a promise.”
He set his palm over mine. “What’s that?”
“When we’re alone, when eyes aren’t on us, we’ll be Isa and Baz. Two people who fell hard and fast and are perfect for each other.”
Something flashed in his dark brown gaze. “Deal. Now I want to show you something I know you’ll enjoy and most people don’t even know exists at this hotel.”
We took a path filled with the scents of fresh flowers and plants that I assumed led to the botanical garden Penny had told me about on my last visit.
We approached a well-dressed giant of a man standing by an ornate wall.
He studied us for a second before asking, “Name?”
“Sebastian Kohl.”
The man checked his phone, then nodded and pressed his palm to a plate on the wall. A section shifted, revealing a dimly lit hallway.
Well, I wasn’t expecting that to happen. But then again, this was a Lykaios property and they were known for their unique designs.
“Enjoy your evening.”
The distant sound of music echoing told me there was some sort of lounge on the other side. The decor and the discreet location of the place distinctly reminded me of Sebastian’s club.
That’s when it hit me. Sebastian was taking me to a kink club.
The hallway opened up into a room filled with couples and groups enjoying cocktails and food, but what surprised me was the way they were dressed. Women were clad in everything from gowns to barely there lingerie.
“They allow alcohol in the clubs here?”
I remembered Lilly telling me there was no alcohol on the premises at Sebastian’s club. The only drinks available were soda and mocktails.
“Only in the lounge. Anyone taking part in any scene has to take a breathalyzer. They want everyone to be sober when they play. It’s for everyone’s safety.”
“Are we going to have a drink?”
“No.”
My heartbeat accelerated. “Does that mean we’re going to play?”
Sebastian set his hand on my lower back, almost like a brand through the material of my dress, and leaned into my ear and whispered, “Yes, it does. I’m going to make that fantasy you have in your head a reality. And then when I’m done…” He trailed off.
“What will you do when you’re done?”
“I’m going to fuck you stupid.”
“Oh.” A low ache pulsed in my core. “I can deal with that.”
“I’m glad you can.”
Sebastian continued up a set of stairs and what I saw when we reached the top had my blood heating.
Scenes of all types were in play all around us, in various rooms opened to viewing from clear glass windows. There were couples in the midst of wax play while others engaged in full-on sex.
This club was very much like Sebastian’s but on a larger scale.
The one that drew my attention was a man tied to a table while his Mistress caressed him with black gloves.
I knew what they were—Vampire gloves. Lilly had told me about them. They had these tiny needles, more like thumbtacks in the leather. They were meant to stimulate the skin, to heighten arousal but not hurt. Well, unless the user wanted them to.
The man arched into his Mistress’s touch and his erection pushed up the fabric of his pants.
“Do you want me to get a pair?” Sebastian slid an arm around my waist pulling me back, much the same way he’d done the first night we’d been together.
“Yes.”
“I’ll have to remember that. Are you ready for your own scene?”
A thought flashed in my mind. “It’s not public, is it?”
He cupped my neck and tilted my face up so he could look into my eyes. “No one gets to see you come but me.”
The possessiveness of his words had goosebumps prickling down my spine.
“Now, follow me.” He released his hold on my throat and guided me toward a back corner.
He typed in a code on the keypad and a hidden door opened. We took another hallway and then entered a room lit by candles.
My breath immediately grew unsteady, and the arousal I felt pulsing earlier now grew to a full-on throb in my clit.
Sebastian closed the door but didn’t lock it. I wasn’t sure there even was a lock. I knew the rules from the information Lilly had given me. Doors were never locked, just in case things got out of hand and safe words weren’t respected.
That made me ask, “Are there people going to be listening to us?”
“It’s part of their job, baby. They have no idea who’s in the room. All they do is make sure the people in the room are safe and everything is consensual.”
“Isn’t that the same
