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“Eden.”

“Ummm… Is there an Adam and Eve to go along with the… festive environment?” I teased.

“Every couple.”

“How sinful.”

“Imagine a place where all your greatest fantasies come true.”

“At a price, a costly one.”

He laughed, the sound as sensual as it was infuriating. “Everything comes at a price. Pleasure. Pain. Consequences for misbegotten actions. But for those who don’t mind paying for play, this is utter paradise where your greatest desire, your wildest adventures can come true. I stop at nothing to ensure my guests are satisfied, which includes assuring them that no one trespasses into this private realm. Unfortunately, my lovely koala, you violated not only their trust but mine.”

CHAPTER 7

Jasmine

Trust. The man had the audacity to mention trust when he was… When he catered to the kind of kink that most people could never understand or tolerate?

I found myself swallowing hard, finding myself in a situation I wasn’t used to. “And your guests trust you?”

“They trust the system, Jasmine. They know I hire the best people, including trained professionals in the arena of BDSM. That’s one reason they come here, as well as the privacy. The last thing they need is a reporter announcing a powerful male is a submissive, longing to be whipped by a domme, or that a corporate female mogul thrives on being collared and leashed, led around like a puppy.”

None of it sounded very appealing to me.

Although the inner girl, the wild one was poking me continuously, reminded me that my personal fantasies were dark and some would say demented.

Laughing came more easily around him than I would have imagined. “It’s very… dark.”

“The club is meant to be what you make of it. Anything goes here. Any kink. Any moment of sexuality, because it’s private. This place allows novice players to enjoy experiencing a taste of sin in a safe environment.”

“This is safe?” I almost choked, feeling anxious yet longing to experience more.

“Yes, little koala. It is. Look around you again. Does it appear anyone is being forced to do anything?”

“No.”

“Exactly.”

“But you forced me to accept harsh punishment.” Just seeing the glimmer in his eyes continued to infuriate me.

“Punishment and enjoying the realm of kink are entirely different. You were a bad girl. You were forced to pay a price. Those who submit to various aspects of anguish prior to being provided with extreme ecstasy experience a wild increase in endorphins. True rapture.”

“I don’t buy it.”

“Because you don’t understand the lifestyle. While understandable, while you’re my guest here, you will not admonish anyone for whatever choices they make.” He rubbed the side of his index finger down my cheek.

And I’d be damned if the skittering of both electric vibrations and emotions didn’t push me toward a heightened plane of… pleasure.

I swallowed hard as he shifted behind me, his body heat more explosive than before. My mind was launched once again into powerful, vivid images of myself tied and ready for his use. That was as nuts as my impetuous decision to come here.

For a few minutes, he allowed me to do nothing more than enjoy the wildness of the club, the electricity that wasn’t focused on anything or anyone in particular. I was thrown by how excited I was becoming, swaying my hips more and more as I guzzled down the wine. When it was almost empty, I half laughed more to myself.

“Come with me,” he said, pushing his drink away. He yanked off his jacket, tossing it over the back of the chair. He certainly wasn’t worried about anyone stealing it.

“Where now?”

“Dancing. You wanted to dance. Yes?”

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