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“Hermosa, don’t fucking tease me,” I said, sliding my hands up her sides.

“Oh, I think there will be a lot of teasing tonight,” she smirked.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asked but paused when he looked at us. “Are you Mr. and Mrs. Malone?”

“We are,” I said, a little suspicious.

“Genevieve is waiting for you,” he said, pulling a card from his pocket. “Show the bouncer behind you and he will take you to her room.”

“Thank you.” I took the card.

“A drink before you go?” he asked.

“Definitely,” Camila said, placing our order while I continued to look around.

Camila leaned against me more, moving her body slightly from side to side.

“Hermosa, you're fidgeting,” I said, pulling her flush against me so she would stop moving.

“I ache,” she whined.

“So impatient, if Genevieve saw you now, she’d probably spank you,” I whispered in her ear, groaning at the mental image.

My fantasies of seeing Camila kneel for Genevieve had been happening more and more frequently.

“I shouldn’t want that, but I think I do,” she said, looking up at me with pink cheeks and a little hesitant. “Is… is that ok? I know that?—”

“Here you go,” the bartender said, pushing our drinks towards us. “Have a fun night.”

He winked at us before moving along to the next customer. Camila took a big swallow of her champagne.

“I want you to do whatever is comfortable for you,” I said before taking a sip of my bourbon.

“Ok,” she said, biting her lip. “I don’t know why I feel so nervous and why all of these thoughts are taking residence in my mind.”

“Hey,” I said, cupping her face in my large hands. “Just go with the flow, ok? We are ok with exploring and if at any point one of us doesn’t like this, then we say red, ok?”

She relaxed.

“You're right. We have a safe word and I’ll use it if I need to,” she said, covering my hands with her own, leaning up for a kiss.

The kiss was soft and slow. Camila pulled away with a sparkle of excitement.What was Genevieve doing to us?

“Come on, let's go have some fun,” I said, grabbing her hand leading us to the bouncer.

I showed him my card, and he took it, leading us into a different hallway than the one we went down when Genevieve was giving us a demo. The hallway was narrower and only had a door on one side. He led us to the one and knocked on the door before leaving us.

Camila squeezed my hand as the door opened and we were both left speechless.

“Good evening,” she said, leaning against the door.

She knew exactly what she was doing to us in the leather lingerie she was in.

“Good evening, Mistress,” I said, as Camila repeated it after me.

I walked in and noticed it was the same room she had been in during the demo with the couple. The room had soft lighting, and a few candles were spread throughout the room. The dark furniture and dark bedding added to the ambiance. Camila stilled by me and I immediately knew something was wrong.

“Camila?” I looked at her staring at the window.

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