So I found his text aggravating and almost taunting…like heknew.
Out of respect for his father, who’d been friends and a devoted lawyer to Yves, I replied back a clippedthank youand put my phone away.
On cue, the steel doors behind me slid open. I didn’t turn around to greet her as I overlooked the crowd beneath me, taking a hearty swig of my liquor. “You decided to come.”
She didn’t say anything as she soaked in the atmosphere and the various toys scattered around the room—paddles, flogs, cuffs, chains, and a circular bed.
By her sharp intake of breath, I knew she was a beginner.
And while I rarely fucked beginners, I’d make an exception for her.
I whirled around to catch her approaching me. In the dark room, her hesitation was clear as day. She held her clutch to her like a shield, but I wasn’t going to force her into this.
“Hi.” Darla’s eyes widened when she spotted the glass floor beneath us. She swayed a little. “Oh, that’s—”
“Don’t worry. We can see them, but they can’t see us.”
“Tu es certain?”
“Yes.” Finishing my drink, I walked towards her and scanned her face, tipping her chin up. “What is it?”
“I’ve never done this before, Zeno. God, I just watched a couple fucking in a dungeon through the hallway windows right before I came.” She let out a disbelieving sound. “Do you understand what I mean?”
“Yes. You’re a little nervous, but you’re curious. You want to explore, but you don’t know where to start.” My thumb swept over her chin. She had such soft skin. Brown eyes peered at me with a hint of vulnerability. “What made you change your mind?”
She inhaled, her body moving closer. I liked that she trusted me. “You did, Zeno. And for once, I don’t want to be alone. Not tonight, at least.”
“I understand,” I said, cupping her cheek. I didn’t want to be alone either, but she didn’t need to know that.
Most individuals came to Chaleur to find a reprieve, a freedom in exploring their kinks and fetishes. To find a place where they could hang their exhausting, mundane lives on a coat rack and be their true selves if only for a few hours. Then there were the ones who simply came to avoid the throes of loneliness.
Darla’s hand came to curve around my own. Her fingertips skimmed under the latch of my watch and stayed on my wrist, feeling my pulse.
“What are you thinking?” She craned her head back to stare at me. I was so much taller than her, but she almost reached my chin in her heels.
My silence must have given her doubt. I leaned down to kiss the underside of her jaw, inhaling her sweet gardenia fragrance. “That you’re safe with me, Darla—that have no idea how much you turned me on when you walked through that door. Do you have any ground rules before we begin?”
“Yes.” She shivered when I nibbled her skin and said, without missing a beat, “We can’t fuck.”
Time stopped as my lips paused their ascent on her neck.
I blinked. “What?”
“We can fool around, but no fucking.”
What did I look like to her—a fucking teenager? I cleared my throat, forcing out the gentleman in me. “May I ask why the no-fucking rule, as the whole point of coming upstairs is to, pardon my French,fuck, Darla?”
I wasn’t vain. But given my previous track record, I was known for wringing copious amounts of orgasm out of women. If there was ever a doctorate in pleasing pussies, I would have earned that degree by now. So history led me to conclude I was a solid ten in bed. Darla not wanting to fuck me kind of bruised my ego.
“I’m a virgin, Zeno.”
Her words shot through my system like electricity and I swore I grew impossibly harder until I realized what she really meant. She wanted to stay that way. She didn’t want her first time to be with a stranger she met at a sex club.
I could respect that.
Although I wondered how she stayed a virgin this long. With a face, tits, and fuckingasslike that, she must have men eating out of her palm.
I walked her backwards and she landed against the wall, encased by black leather padding. I may not take her virginity, but I could show this woman one hell of a good time. “But you still want to do other things with me?”