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“I didn’t know it was a lifestyle event. I didn’t even know what the lifestyle was then, but everyone kept talking about this club that just opened up.”

I pull away, taking each of the garments I’d thrown onto the bed, and begin folding them to go back into the packing cubes Marshall put everything in.

“It sounded almost magical. A place where I was free from judgment. Some place where I could let go and not worry about what others thought of me or my interests.”

“You wanted the freedom.” He adds.

I turn to him, remembering the lightness I felt the first time I walked into the club. “Yes. I wanted the weight off my shoulders for once.”

“Did you find it?”

“Kind of? I came as a lurker for the longest time.” She looks at me with a smirk on her face. “I found Selene and Bex and the rest of the group a year ago, but actually, I’d been going to the club as a patron for a little over two years.”

“Really?” He says, genuinely shocked.

“Yeah. For the longest time, I would come and grab a soda at the bar and watch.” I shrug, pulling out my toiletries and unzipping the bag. “I just wanted to see what it was like... and for a little bit, I got to let go and lose myself in the club atmosphere and the energy of everyone around me.”

“So, what brought you into the group?” He asks.

“Selene.” I smile. “She found me in a corner watching a scene between Alvie and Bex. Next thing I know, I’m being tied in a rope harness.”

I can’t help but notice how Marshall shifts at the mention of me tied up and how he blocks off my body so I can’t see but instead can feel his hard cock.

“I spent the rest of the night with the group and then just never really left. Finding the group felt like… Well, I found my community, my people, with them.” I shrug before reaching to move the suitcase off the bed, but he immediately pushes my hands aside.

“Tell me where you want it,” he says, and I point to the bench across from the bed.

“I can do things on my own, you know,” I say quietly.

“You shouldn’t have to.” He smirks, placing the nearly empty suitcase down and turning around to face me. “You’re a princess, remember?”

A laugh escapes from my lips, and his grin only grows at the sound.

“No.” I remind him. “I’m a fucking queen.”

Chapter 10

Marshall

Only assholes in untested shiny armor fight a dragon.

Dragons are protective of their valuables. Don’t fuck with them or their stuff.

As a pansexual, or maybe bisexual, depending on your definition, a man in the lifestyle, also known as a dragon, there’s not a lot I say no to.

I enjoy sex. I enjoy people. I enjoy sex with those people.

I fuck hot wives and vixens while their stags watch. I make cuckolds cower in corners. I’ll fuck you if you’re single or not.

As long as there’s enthusiastic consent and everyone’s enjoying themselves, I’m game.

There are no attachments and no obligations.

I liked my single dragon status.

I owned it.

But now that’s changing, and the protective impulses I used to have toward my friends are coming out tenfold now that Elsie’s become my family.

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