I suddenly wish I’d asked more questions about this whole arrangement before agreeing.
Off to the side of the bed there’s a sitting area with a plush leather couch and a couple of antique chairs upholstered in sumptuous black velvet. A table sits between them and Charlotte gestures me to join her on the couch.
“There’s the small matter of the contract and then I’ll leave you to your shower.”
She moves the sheet of paper in my direction. I pick it up. My hand drifts back to my butterfly. “Shower?”
“Yes. All part of the pampering experience. Trust me. You’ll love it. Once you sign this, you’ll be set for your evening to commence.”
The air is warm and smells of leather and a few vanilla-scented candles I see burning on various shelves along the walls.
I take the paper and read over the rules. Clean, on birth control, consent to having three lovers doing anything and everything I desire. Whoa. What now? My heart stops and I backtrack over the last bullet point.
Damn you, Justice. My heart is in my throat. So that is why the hefty price tag. Did this make me a hooker? An expensive escort. Do I want this? I can walk, but then Justice will lose her payment. Besides, Club Sin has a reputation of always satisfying its clients. I did a little research over lunch and not even a whisper of anything negative could be found about the place.
Seeing as I’ve made it this far, I scrawl my name across the bottom where three other spaces sit blank.
“I see no one else has signed.”
Charlotte cants her head, gathers the contract, and stands. “They’ll be doing so, I assure you. The shower is through there. Room rules. Your partners for the evening will be here shortly. You’ll find everything you need in the bathroom. Only one more detail. Your phone.” Charlotte holds a hand out.
“Another room rule?”
She nods. “You’ll get it back at the end of your evening. You need only request it at the front desk when you’re ready to depart.”
I hand it over.
And with that I am left alone in a fancy dress, a half-empty flute, and only one option.
I strip and head to the bathroom.
Charlotte is right. I pull the long lengths of my hair over my shoulder away from the dangers of getting wet and step under the spray. It hits me from the neck down and it feels heavenly. Not ten grand heavenly but close enough.
All kinds of soaps line a small shelf in the shower, and I opt for a lavender and honey body wash that lathers perfectly. “Merry ‘early’ Christmas to me,” I say in a sing-song voice.
I rinse and make quick work of drying off. Before heading back to the bedroom, I fix my hair and touch up my lipstick. Feeling fuck-iful to borrow my friend’s favorite word and feeling risqué I leave my towel in the bathroom and pad naked over to the bed.
Using my alone time, I take a chance and explore the room a little while I wait. Mosaics of lovers in various positions cover the high, rounded ceiling. Believe me when I say no detail is left out. Next to the end of the bed sits a wooden chest. Curiosity wins out and I slide to the floor and pry it open.
Parts of me are terrified of what I find inside. But I’m dying of curiosity, too. I pick up vibrators in multiple sizes, a pink dildo, nipple clamps and...Oh. I pick up a velvet bag and marvel at what falls into my palm. A pretty silver anal plug with a crystal topper. So enthralled by my discovery of treasures I fail to hear the door open at my back.
“Kandy, my hart.”
That voice sends blood pounding through me.
I whirl on my knees to find three massive forms standing in my doorway; their dark eyes lock on my naked body and I notice the second they realize I’m in the submissive pose. My hands drop my loot and I suck in a harsh breath.
“Butterfly, it’s good to see all of you.”
“Ryder? Atlas?”
My nipples harden at the sound of his heavy voice. It licks over my skin in a fiery caress, and he notices them in an I’m going to eat you kind of way.
“Damn good.”
Brogan.
Fuck me. I’m in so much trouble.