Hopefully we’d get to enjoy another of these gatherings before Sebastian and I had to get back home.
Just as the driver pulled into the residence driveway, Sebastian asked, “Are you tired?”
I cocked my head to the side. “No. What do you have planned?”
I knew it wasn’t sex. For some reason, the man wanted to keep me in a state of lady blue balls.
“I want to revisit something we started during our wedding night but never finished.”
My heartbeat was a drum in my chest and head. Maybe this was going to lead to some hot monkey sex, after all.
“Are you willing?”
Anxiety and excitement coursed in my blood as did the anticipation of what he planned.
“Yes.”
“Then follow me.” He offered me his hand and we exited the car as soon as the door opened. We walked past the front desk and into the main area of the opulent hotel.
"Where are we going?"
He continued to guide me past slot machines and card tables. "Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I answered and then added, “With my body.”
It wasn’t the answer he wanted, but we still had things to work through. Too much had happened for me to blindly trust him. Our conversation from earlier in the day had shifted something between us. I knew he wouldn’t go back on his word. He would keep me informed.
I wasn’t naive enough to believe I’d know everything that went on in his world. I knew from growing up with Papa, sometimes it was better not to know.
Complete trust would come in time. All I cared about was that my Baz would always be there underneath.
Sebastian stopped, turning toward me. The intensity of his gaze had my breath catching. He wasn’t upset with what I’d said. He accepted it.
“One day, you’ll trust me with everything.” He cupped my face. “Just know you’re mine, Isa. To possess, to protect, to cherish. Your pleasure is the balm to my black soul.”
I gripped one of his wrists as the other settled on his chest. “Your soul isn’t as dark as you believe it is.”
His easy acknowledgement of my feelings cracked the wall I’d started to build around my heart since I discovered the truth of what happened on the mission with Ana.
“So, you aren’t still mad at me for denying you an orgasm?”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Are you mad at me for leaving you with a raging hard-on?”
“Not as long as I get to end tonight inside you. Which I plan to, and we’re both going to come harder than ever before.”
“Well when you put it that way, I have no objections of any kind for what’s ahead.”
His mouth curved at the corners, making his gorgeous looks even more staggering.
The elevator doors opened as we reached the main floor of the hotel.
He stepped back, taking my hand in his and thumbing the diamond of my wedding ring. “Then follow me, Mrs. Kohl.”
“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. A
re 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 thing as being in public?”
“No, baby. To the people listening, it isn’t voyeurism as it is in the public scenes. To them we’re like any other members of the club—nameless, faceless patrons. The only time we’d ever come in contact with them is if they felt like the scene needed to end.”
“But we speak German. How will they know what we’re saying?”
Sebastian snaked an arm around me and pulled me forward. “The Lykaioses have enough technology in this place to know when, where, and what is said. Language isn’t a barrier. Adrian is a genius like his sister and the mastermind behind every piece of technology under the Lykaios umbrella.”
Before I could ask another question, Sebastian covered my lips with a finger. “No more talking unless I ask you a question.”
The change in his voice had all the hairs on the back of my neck prickling.
“When I release you, you will strip and kneel on the pillow by the cross.”
I glanced in the direction of the St. Andrew’s cross.
This was really going to happen. I’d wanted it. Wanted to feel the euphoria of letting someone else completely control my pleasure. Sebastian had dominated me from the beginning but there was always a push and pull between us. Here, I’d hand over the reins.
“Do you understand, Isa?” Sebastian’s question pulled me from my thoughts.
I swallowed and nodded.
“Give me the words.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“What’s your safe word?”
Deception came to mind, but then I pushed it away. It no longer fit. Then I knew the word. It made sense. Others had forced us together, but the connection we had from the beginning was instantaneous.
I looked up at him. “Destiny.”
He fisted my hair, pulling me in for a deep, mind-numbing kiss before releasing me and moving to the back of the room.
“Strip and kneel by the cross.”
It was as if the energy of the room completely shifted into something I couldn’t describe but had every nerve in my body on high alert.
I reached behind me to lower the zipper of my dress, stepping out of it and setting it on a nearby table. Then I removed my bra and underwear.
When I reached down to undo the buckles of my sandals, Sebastian said, “Leave them.”
My nipples pebbled in response to the rough timbre of his voice, and my skin prickled with goosebumps.
I moved toward the pillow and lowered onto my knees. I wasn’t sure how to sit, so I positioned my thighs slightly apart and bottom on my heels as I’d seen some of the women do in the public scenes.
“Beautiful.”
His praise felt like a balm to my unsteady nerves.
I lowered my gaze, staring at the floor.
“Look at me. I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t look me in the eyes. We’re equals, Isa. This is you giving me your control in exchange for the pleasure I can give you. Remember, this is all about you. You’re the one with the power.”
He moved toward me. “The next time you kneel before me like this, we’re going to finish what you started in the jet’s cabin.”
I almost smiled but kept my face calm.
Sebastian offered me his hand, and I slid my palm over his. He walked me over to the St. Andrew’s cross, positioning my back against the cushioned center. He lifted both of my arms, strapping them together with the cuffs hanging from the top, and then bent to fasten my ankles to the lower beams.
Now I understood why he wanted me to wear my heels. It gave me the height I needed to be comfortable without stretching my body too much.
“At any time you feel it’s too much, you say your safe word. We’ll stop, no questions.”
He’d stopped when I’d used my safe word on our wedding night, so I trusted him. He wouldn’t push me any further than I could handle. When it came to sex and my life, I could trust him completely. It was everything else we had to work on.
“I know you will.”
His features softened and he ran a thumb over my lower lip before giving me a soft kiss. “I’m not good with words, Isa. Just know I’ve never given this much of myself to anyone.”
My throat burned, hearing the emotion in his words. One day I could only hope he gave me all of him.
“I do know.”
“I’ll protect you with my dying breath.”
“I’ll protect you too.”
“It’ll never come to that.” He kissed me again and the tenderness from a second before disappeared, replaced by a mask of complete control.
He reached over to a table near the cross, picking up a flogger, much like the one the Dom had used on his submissive at the club. The handle was black and the multitude of leather tails were in shades of red.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“Then we begin.”
I expected the sting of the flogger. Instead I felt the smooth handle rub over my nipples, circling each and then moving lower until it slid between the lips of my sex, grazing my clit.
My pussy flooded with desire, and a moan escaped my lips.
He teased my body with the handle for…I wasn’t sure how long, lulling me into a half-focused state.
When the first strike came, I wasn’t expecting it and gasped, jerking my bound arms and crying out as the pain shocked my system. Just as fast, it morphed into a dull ache.
“Breathe, baby.”
I released the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
My body was on fire and I wanted more.
“More, Baz.”
The next smack of the flogger had my mind clouding with pain and pleasure at the same time. Had I ever felt anything so incredible? The sting was something I’d crave again and again.
Sebastian began a tempo of strikes that had me arching into each kiss of the leather straps. Every inch of my exposed skin was on fire and burned with pleasure-pain unlike anything I could have imagined.
“Do you want me to stop? Just say the word.”
Was he crazy?
My pussy dripped with my need for this man and what he was doing to me with the flogger.
“No. Please I need more.” I pled with both my words and eyes.
That was when I noticed the bulge pressing against Sebastian’s pants. He was as affected by this as I was.
“As you wish, love.”
He continued to make me mindless with the kiss of the flogger. It was as if I would orgasm any moment.
“Please Baz. I want…I want.” I thrashed against the cross, lost in mindless need.
Sebastian dropped the flogger, and the press of the front of his body to my aching skin was so intense, tears streamed down my face. “What do you want?”
“You, please. Inside me.”
“As you wish,” he repeated, stepping back to shuck hi
s clothes and returning when he was naked.
He pressed the thick hard head of his cock to my sopping pussy.
“Fuck. You’re dripping.” He pushed in all the way before pulling out and thrusting back in.
He fucked me hard and fast, catapulting me into release.
My core clamped down on his pistoning cock, quivering and spasming.
His pace was unrelenting and kept me rolling from one orgasm to another.
By the time Sebastian came I was mindless and lost in the most incredible experience of my life.
19
Sebastian
I held Isa close as we exited the club. She was still riding the high of our scene. I’d allowed her to nap in my arms for an hour after I’d lowered her from the cross and tended to her body, bathing and dressing her. We’d had a light meal to help her with the crash she’d experience from the rush of endorphins coursing through her body.
This woman accepted me, all parts of me, even the parts that went completely against the world we lived in. Whatever the reason Opa and Mama arranged my marriage to Isa, I was eternally grateful.
She really was the perfect woman for me.
While Isa slept, I tapped my Interpol contacts to see if they could help with the threat on Isa and keep an eye on Jonas.
The only way he would ever gain back power was to take me out, and to accomplish that task he’d need a man on the inside of my organization, and I’d cleaned house. Only the most trusted had information on my whereabouts.
If there were rats in the infrastructure, they weren’t in the higher ranks and would have limited information. I’d eventually weed them out.
For now, I’d give Isa time with her friends, who happened to be my friends. Then, I’d set the plan into motion to take down Jonas, the Russians, or anyone who threatened us.
“Baz,” Isa said as we exited the hotel and went to the side walkway leading to the fountain show about to start at another resort on the strip.
“Yes?”
”I want our marriage to work. I don’t want the type of marriage your parents had.”
The thought of the pain and suffering my mother had endured made me want to find Jonas and shoot him in the head.
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