Page 20 of Christmas with my Three Best Friends

“Of course. And judging by everything I’ve seen so far, I’m pretty sure I’ve landed in some kind of kinky, sex jungle of sorts,” I reply with a smirk.

“It’s a spa. A special kind of spa,” Marius says, finishing his main course with a deep sigh and a generous gulp of sparkling wine.

Before long, our table is cleared and dessert is served—a plethora of strawberries, sliced peaches, and raspberries accompanying various rare cheeses, nuts, and dollops of whipped cream in crystal cups. A sweet dessert wine is included, as well.

“Gewurztraminer,” I mumble, reading the label with a furrowed brow. “My tongue’s getting tied just trying to pronounce this…”

“It’s the best on the market,” Richard says. “They have it delivered from Austria. But you want to be careful with it. One glass too much, and you’ll be wilding out like our neighbors over there,” he adds, holding back a laugh as he looks to his left.

I follow his gaze and gasp upon noticing a woman on her knees under the table. She’s blowing her man out of his mind, while the other couple accompanying them feed each other strawberries and whipped cream, watching. Naturally, my body reacts, liquid arousal trickling between my legs as I clench my knees tighter together.

“Damn, this is insane,” I mumble.

“But also pretty stimulating,” Jax replies. He takes my hand and guides it under the table so I can feel precisely how hard he is. “It’s what this place is all about, really. Letting go of every inhibition and indulging in every sin available. The minute we walked through the door, we left the rest of the world behind us.”

I nod slowly, unable to take my hand off him. If anything, I’m tempted to squeeze ever so slightly, wishing he’d at least unzip his jeans so I can hold him properly. As if reading my mind, he pulls his cock out, and I happily wrap my fingers around the thick shaft, stroking him slowly.

“I like it,” I say. “I’ve been such a prude for so long… it’s actually quite liberating to let go.”

Richard leans forward, his green eyes dark burning with desire as he reaches out and offers me a strawberry dipped in honey. “Then take this, Shay. Consider it an appetizer of what’s to come.”

“You’re going to keep me in the dark until we get to the playroom, huh?” I reply, then grin and take a lazy bite out of the strawberry while simultaneously tightening my grip on Jax.

He hisses, his cock twitching in my hand. “You’re gonna make me come a little too early, baby. Slow down…”

“But I want it all and more,” I shoot back.

Marius inches closer and places a soft kiss on my bare shoulder. “Tonight, you’ll get it all and more.”

We try to be civilized, but couples at other tables keep doing the dirty either underneath the shimmering white tablecloths that only partially obstruct our view or in plain sight. The waiters don’t seem to mind, either, as they hover around and glide across the dinner hall, their arms loaded with plates. Whatever the rules, the people here have gladly accepted them.

The outer world no longer exists.

Once we’re done with the last of our strawberries and sweet wine, we’re escorted by one of the hostesses into the playhouse, where we have a room booked until the early morning. I have no idea what awaits, but I’m enthralled by the overall aesthetic.

I let Richard hold me close as we walk behind the hostess through a narrow, dark red hallway with Victorian era wall sconces dimly illuminating our path. I feel Jax’s hand on my ass. A gentle squeeze, no more. A promise of what’s to come. Marius keeps stealing glances at me, smiling to himself when we lock eyes.

Ahead, I find myself briefly fascinated by the hostess herself, a tall, lanky woman with legs for days and heels that further elevate her above us. Her slim body is wrapped in black chiffon, and I can see the lacy hem of her stockings. I can see the garter-belt strap as well and wonder if Jax can see mine from behind.

We pass by several doors, each adorned with an identification plaque. The Cigarette Room. The Swing Set. The Gourmand’s Dream. The Velvet Cave. Each name suggests the playroom’s overall theme, and it’s making my mind fuzzy as all sorts of naughty scenarios blow through, as I imagine myself with my three men in each of these spaces, trying the toys and the contraptions that likely await.

We reach the playroom labeled The Nubile Classic, guarded by a solid mahogany door with a lion’s head knocker. The hostess smiles and runs an access card through a device mounted on the door frame. We all hear the lock click open as the hostess hands Richard the access card and politely backs away.

“Refreshments await inside,” she says, her voice as soft as honey. “Should you require anything during your stay in the playroom, you just have to pull the bell rope. Enjoy your evening.”

“Thank you,” Richard replies with a pleasant smile.

Once we’re inside, I realize how incredible this place really is—and how much thought went into this booking. Richard, Marius, and Jax actually sat down and went over who knows how many different options before they stopped here. For them to do so much in order to spend time with me, in order to make the top of my naughty list a reality… I’m speechless and overwhelmed as I admire the playroom.

It's spacious and round, with walls dressed in pale pink silk with white embroidery resembling reeds bending in the wind. Frilly chandeliers hang overhead, pearls and faux crystals glistening in the delicate, warm light. It smells like roses and lily of the valley, while soft 50s ballads croon in the background. The bed in the middle of the room is a massive splendor with a white-wood frame and a veiled canopy, velvety butterflies and flower appliques adorning the hems.

Marius pulls each veil back, tying them around the bed posts with candy-pink ribbons, while Jax walks to the mini bar and pours us champagne in Bohemian crystal flute glasses. Richard locks the door and stands beside me as I try to take everything in.

There is a section of the wall on which various sex-play accoutrements are mounted—not the red-and-black leather and latex stuff you see in every street corner sex-shop, but high-end objects designed to appear as though they were made for the late-eighteenth century. The dildos are pale pink and huge, with pearly and pink sapphire inlays around the bottom. The whips are dusted with glitters and gold, their tips made of white feathers. The feather duster toys are definitely instant favorites for me, with wood handles sculpted in the shape of graceful damsels. There are plenty of pink-fur cuffs and candy-flavored edible lingerie.

“This is a fairy’s porn paradise,” I say, breathless and in sheer awe.

“Nothing less for our lady,” Richard replies. He turns to stand in front of me, a soft smile dancing on his lips as he looks into my eyes. “You’re deserving of this and more, Shay. And while your naughty listmay have been accidentally sent to our inboxes, I honestly believe the universe wanted to lead the four of us here.”

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