Master Key Resort
Copyright ©2020 Samantha A. Cole
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Suspenseful Seduction Publishing
Master Key Resort is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Editing by Eve Arroyo
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To Tiffany ~
Having you place your trust in me is one of the greatest gifts you could give me.
~Sir
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
About Samantha A. Cole
Ignoring the heavy din of slot machines, shouts from winners, groans from losers, and the general conversation that filled the air in the casino of Caesar’s Palace, Cordell Roberts limped at a moderate pace toward the Montecristo Cigar Bar. It was a few minutes before his scheduled 3:00 p.m. meeting, and he was still curious what it was for. All he knew was Mitch Sawyer and his fiancé, Tyler Ellis, wanted to talk with him about something. They were in Las Vegas for a long weekend with their fiancée, Tori Freyja. Yes, the three were in a ménage relationship, with Mitch being the Dom, Tori the submissive, and Ty half and half, which, in the BDSM lifestyle, was known as a switch. In other words, Ty bottomed for Mitch, while Tori bottomed for both men.
Cordell had no problem with the unconventional relationship. He’d been a Dom for the past fourteen years since discovering the lifestyle shortly after his twenty-third birthday. While he had no interest in men and preferred to have only one sub at a time, he knew quite a few threesomes who made it work without any jealousy or alienation among them. Currently, he was in a no-sex, D/s relationship—one that he wished didn’t have the “non” in it—with Tori’s cousin, Tiffany Armstrong. They’d been introduced to each other by Mitch seven months ago. The man had wanted the little submissive to have a Dom who would help deprogram her after she’d gotten out of a bad Master/slave relationship she never should’ve been in to begin with.
Sweet Tiffany was submissive by nature, and the asshole, so-called Dom had turned her into a slave whom he’d abused mentally, emotionally, and physically. Cordell had a reputation at Club Domain—a private lifestyle club in Vegas—as a Dom who’d helped several traumatized submissives recover over the years whenever he’d been in between his own contracted D/s relationships. He’d never had sex with any of the abused women he’d taken under his wing and had eventually found each of them their perfect Dom, who’d cherish them. However, Cordell’s restraint was being tested big time with Tiffany. He wanted her like he’d never wanted any other woman before, but she still wasn’t ready for him to announce that. Her ex had done a number on her, and Cordell would need to overcome a few more obstacles before even thinking about negotiating a new contract with her.
After Cordell had dropped Tiffany off in the lobby where they’d met Tori, the two cousins had left the hotel to go on a shopping spree, while he’d continued further inside the casino hotel to meet with the other men.
Entering the cigar bar, he inhaled deeply, savoring the rich aromas of wood, leather, musk, and spice, as the noise level dropped dramatically with the door shutting behind him. One of his vices in life was a good cigar. Another was a smooth glass of cognac. Since it was late afternoon, and they’d be meeting the ladies in about two hours for dinner, he was looking forward to indulging in both on Sawyer’s tab. After all, the man was the one who’d extended the invite to this little meeting, And, as one of the owners of the most elite BDSM club on the Florida Gulf Coast, Sawyer made a hell of a lot more in a year than Cordell did as a police lieutenant. Apparently, he’d also invested well between Ty’s expertise as a stockbroker and his uncle, a self-made billionaire in real estate who’d passed on business opportunities to his family members.
As it stood now, though, Cordell wasn’t going to be a cop much longer. He’d be retiring soon—a few years before he’d expected to. Almost five months ago, he’d taken a bullet to his right hip after responding to a bank robbery in progress. He’d only been two blocks away when the call had come in and had been one of the first responders on scene. A Las Vegas police officer had also been wounded, while the three perpetrators had been killed during an eight-minute shootout. Miraculously, there’d been no civilians injured or killed, thank God. That’d probably been a result of the bank’s location being on the outskirts of the city, far away from the main strip and all the tourists.
While the patrol officer had returned to duty three months ago—he’d been hit in the upper arm—Cordell hadn’t been as lucky. The bullet had shattered the femoral head of his hip, resulting in a partial hip replacement. However, during his rehab, they’d discovered he had permanent nerve damage, which often sent pain shooting down to his toes and up his back. It was something he was going to h
ave to live with for the rest of his life. Medication to quiet the nerve helped a bit, but not enough for Cordell to return to work. Most days, he limped—today wasn’t as bad as it’d been yesterday—but he never knew when the pain would be so agonizing his leg would almost collapse underneath his weight.
Searching the richly decorated room, Cordell spotted Mitch and Ty sitting at a table with a curved, leather-covered bench and two matching wingback chairs. Mitch glanced up and waved him over. Both men stood as he approached, and Cordell held out his hand for them to shake. “Hey, Mitch. Ty. Good to see you again.”
This was only the second time he’d met the two in person. The first time Cordell had ever spoken to Sawyer was after the man had called in some favors to find a respectable Dom for Tiffany, after he’d escorted her to a family wedding at Tori’s request. That was before Sawyer had gotten together with Tori and Ty. Cordell had finally met them all a few weeks later, when he and Tiffany had taken a quick trip to Florida to witness the threesome’s collaring ceremony. He’d been extremely impressed with The Covenant, the club Mitch owned with his two cousins, Ian and Devon Sawyer—both retired Navy SEALs who also owned a private security business. The Covenant rivaled Club Domain in terms of décor, security, and membership. Cordell had been pleasantly surprised when he and Tiffany had been given play rights and free visitation anytime they found themselves in Tampa again. It’d been a gift from Mitch, who treated Tiffany as his future sister-in-law because she and Tori were so close. Since that weekend, Cordell had spoken to them occasionally over the phone.
After exchanging greetings, the three men sat, with Cordell easing himself onto one of the unoccupied leather chairs. A pretty, dark-haired waitress stopped at their table and set a cocktail napkin down in front of her most recent customer. “Good afternoon, sir. Can I get you anything from the bar or humidor?”
Cordell glanced at what the other men were drinking. Ty had a draft beer in front of him, while his fiancé picked up an elegant, Riedel crystal glass, partially filled with an amber liquid. Mitch blew out a puff of smoke from the fragrant cigar he held in his other hand and grinned. “If I’m correct, I think my friend will be joining me. Bring another glass of Louis, please, Margo, on my tab.”
The corners of Cordell’s mouth rose in delight. Mitch had ordered the best. Louis XIII Cognac by Remi Martin cost around $2500-3000 per bottle in bars and restaurants. A mere shot was probably $130 or more. There was no way Cordell would turn down a taste of what some called the best cognac in the world. If requested, a sommelier would perform a “perfect pour” table side, but that didn’t appear to be necessary this time.
“My pleasure, Mr. Sawyer. Would you also like a cigar, sir?” she asked Cordell.
Since Ty’s cigar was probably better suited to accompany his beer, Cordell gestured toward Mitch’s smoke. “I’ll have what he’s having, thanks.”
The waitress smiled and nodded before leaving to fulfill his order.
“So, how’re you doing? How’s the leg?” Mitch asked, leaning back against the brown leather cushion, getting comfortable again.
Cordell let out a sigh. “I’m doing okay. The leg, not so much. I’m sure Tiffany told Tori I put my disability retirement papers in. Should be getting the independent medical exam results in a day or two.” The IME decision was the final thing he needed before his early retirement could be approved. Everything else was in order, and with the history of his injury and recovery, he was almost certain the IME ruling would be in his favor.
Nodding, Mitch took another puff of his cigar and savored the taste before exhaling. “We were sorry to hear that. Have you decided what you’re going to do once you’re a free agent?”
His eyes narrowed as he studied the man. There was something on Sawyer’s mind, and Cordell had no clue what it might be.
Margo returned and placed his drink on the table in front of Cordell, then left just as quickly and quietly as she’d come. Not answering the question right away, he picked up the glass, needing to hold it in the palm of his hand for a few moments to warm up the liquor and release its natural flavors. He then placed it back on the table to let it reach room temperature over the next few minutes. It was a ritual most cognac drinkers knew well. It wasn’t a drink you just slammed down your throat.
Cordell’s gaze flashed from Mitch to Ty and back again. They’d been patiently awaiting his response. “No, I haven’t. But why do I get the feeling you were hoping I’d say that?”
Ty chuckled. “Because you’re a trained observer.” He reached under the table and brought up a black leather attaché. Opening it, he pulled out a manila folder and handed it to Cordell.
“What’s this?” he asked, taking the file and placing it on the table in front of him. He’d look at it later. Right now, he wanted to hear what the two men had to say about it.
“This is a proposition,” Mitch responded. “Ty and I have decided to open another club. We’re the main investors, with Ian and Devon as silent partners. We’ve purchased a small Key in Florida, near Key West, that was privately owned with a small hotel on it, and we’re turning it into an exclusive lifestyle club and resort. The resort part will only have fifteen hotel rooms and six luxury suites. Two additional suites will be ours and the club’s manager. There’s room to expand in the future if we want. The Key is in a good location, so many of the members will be local. We’ll start with a maximum of three hundred members and adjust that after we see how many attend on most nights. We expect many members to be seasonal, while others will live in the area full time.”
As Cordell absorbed the information, he picked up the glass of cognac again, bringing it to his nose this time. He inhaled the aroma of sweet fruit, flowers, and subtle spice. When the amber liquid hit his taste buds, he almost moaned in ecstasy. It wasn’t the first time he’d enjoyed a glass of Louis XIII, but it didn’t happen often due to the hefty price tag. After savoring the lingering taste on his palate for a few moments, he said, “Sounds great, but what’s this got to do with me?”
Mitch leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table, staring at Cordell. “We’d like you to sign on as the manager and resident Dom.”
He froze. Was the guy kidding him? A job offer was the last thing he’d expected from this meeting. He squelched a twinge of excitement. For weeks, he’d been rolling ideas through his mind of what he would do once his retirement was finalized. Between his disability pension, some good investments, and his savings, he really didn’t need to work. He could continue to live comfortably. However, he’d never been one to just sit around and do nothing. That was a sure way to drive an active man like him crazy. Just being in the hospital after he’d been shot, and then a rehab facility for a few weeks after that, had sent him to the brink of insanity from sheer boredom. But now was not the time to show how interested he was in Sawyer’s offer. That would come after the negotiations started.
A male steward arrived and handed him a premier cigar. Cordell lifted it to his nose and, after a moment, nodded and gave it back to the man who used a snipper to cut off one end. He offered it to Cordell again, who stuck it in his mouth and puffed on it as the man lit it for him.
After the end of the cigar glowed hot, Cordell drew in a mouthful, letting the flavors mix with the taste of cognac still lingering on his tongue. Tilting his chin up, he released the stream of smoke into the air. “Excellent, thank you,” he said, dismissing the steward before turning his attention back to his companions. “Explain.”
Sawyer smiled, clearly happy Cordell was interested in hearing more. “You know I had you fully vetted before contacting you about Tiffany. You’re very experienced and a highly respected Dom in Vegas. So, if you’re willing to relocate, we’re willing to offer you a nice package—competitive pay, insurance, and other benefits—to run the club. We’ll work together to get the right staff behind you, including a security team.” He pointed at the thick folder. “Our terms and offer are all spelled out in there, along with the prospectus and architec
tural designs, for you to look over later.”
Wow. This wasn’t just a “we’re thinking of opening a club, wanna work for us?” kind of thing. The men had done a lot of homework before coming to talk to him.
He took another puff of the cigar. “Why me?”
“Why not you?” Ty asked. “Look, this isn’t a pity offering because you got shot and we like you because you’re taking care of Tiffany. Like Mitch said, if he hadn’t thought highly enough of you to pair you up with her, we wouldn’t have come to you with this offer. Good resident Doms are hard to find—ones we can trust. Same goes for a club manager. I doubt you’re the type of guy who wants to just sit on his ass watching soap operas all day during your retirement. Hell, you’re not even forty yet. With your experience as a Dom and as a cop, you’re just the man we can trust with running our resort.”
Mulling over the man’s words, Cordell enjoyed another sip of the cognac. “All right. Fair enough. I do have two questions right off the bat, though.” He would probably have more after reading the file. “If—and it’s still an if until I go over everything in that file and give you a final answer—if I decide to relocate and take the job, when would you need me?”
“As soon as possible,” was the answer he received from Sawyer. “Between Ty’s and Tori’s jobs, we can’t stay there during the construction and set up, so we need someone on site to deal with the contractors and everything else. I’ll go down as often as I can until it’s up and running. There are currently three small, two-bedroom, guest cottages on the property that the former owners and their families used. You can stay in one of them until the main part of the resort is approved for occupancy. We’ll use another when we come down to check on things. The main hotel that’s there now doesn’t fit our needs and design, so it’s being demolished in a few weeks. A friend of ours from the club is in construction, and he hooked us up with a contact down in the Keys. Milo’s company is handling the demolition and construction of the new place. He’s also in the lifestyle, so he understands the concept we’re going for. We’re still going over ideas for the décor for everything, but we have time to finalize that. Our goal is to be open for business in eight months, barring any major delays. Now, what’s the second thing you wanted to know?”
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