Page 12 of Salacious Desires

“Can you have a mid-life crisis at our age?”

Easton and Faye slowly turn their heads to look at me. Fuck me. I asked that out loud. I’m losing it. It’s her fault. She’s got my mind all jumbled.

“Technically, yes, since the average length of life is?—”

“Baby,” Easton cuts in softly. “I don’t think Drake actually needs an answer. He’s panicking right now because he found someone he likes and is in denial about it.”

Faye scrunches her face. “Why are you in denial? Is it that new waitress?”

This time, it’s me narrowing my eyes at her. “What makes you think that?”

She shrugs. “I don’t always understand social cues and all that, but I’d have to be blind not to see the way you look at her. She’s pretty. She’s sweet, too.”

I sit up a little straighter. “You talked to her? What about? Did she say anything about me?”

My brother laughs, but I ignore him because he’s an asshole, and I want answers.

“It’s not in my nature to gossip, Drake. Maybe you should talk to her,” Faye says smugly.

Seriously, is everyone against me tonight?

With a sigh, I rise from my desk and head out of the office, mumbling to them about going to check on something. Maybe I need some time off. I’ve been known to be a workaholic. Then again, it’s not like I have much of a life outside of work.

I head to the second floor to check on things, even though I just came from doing that. Asher already has a sub restrained to a spanking bench and is using a leather strap on her, creating wide red stripes on her bottom. It’s hot.

Would Lily like that? Would she be into pain? Or would she like her scenes to be more sensual?

Shaking my head, I let out a sigh. Why am I getting so obsessed with this woman?

“Hey, Drake.”

Shelly passes me with a couple of drinks in hand that she quickly delivers to a couple cuddled up in the corner.

When she approaches me again, I smile. “Hey, Shelly. How are things going tonight?”

The older woman looks around the room, observing. She’s a Domme and plays here with her wife whenever they have time. Shelly is amazing at what she does. We’ve been lucky with all the staff we’ve hired. She’s firm but understanding. It’s probably why she makes such a good Top.

“It’s great. I might need you to pull some liquor from the basement later.”

A woman off to the side of us lets out a low moan, and we look over to catch the sight of a couple in the middle of play. The submissive is bound to a chair with her knees spread, and her Dom is pressing a vibrator to her clit while he toys with her clamped nipples. Her moans turn into screams as she thrashes as much as the ropes allow. When her orgasm subsides, the man gently but efficiently frees her before pulling her into his arms.

Aftercare.

What would it be like to give that to Lily? What would she need? Whatever it is, I’d give it to her.

“Is Lily doing well?” The question comes out before I think better of it, but that’s fine. I’m one of the owners—the one who hired her—so it would be natural for me to check on her performance.

“She’s fantastic. I can’t get her to take a break for the life of me, but she’s damn good at her job.”

Furrowing my eyebrows, I turn toward Shelly. The muscles in my neck are painfully tight. “She’s not taking breaks? She’s been working eight-hour shifts since Wednesday.”

Shelly lets out an exasperated sigh. “I know. I even tried using my Domme voice, but it didn’t work.”

“She might not obey your commands, but she’s going to obey mine,” I murmur as I head for the stairs.

CHAPTER 7

LILY

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