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“It’s not usually my thing, but I’m not opposed to it.”

She takes a purple bracelet from the bowl.

“Oh, we’re gonna have fun.” Jethro snaps his bracelet against his wrist. “Impact play next?”

Ipick up a red bracelet and slide it on my wrist as Jethro does the same.

“What exactly is impact play?” Sora fingers a red bracelet but doesn’t take it out of the bowl.

“Spanking, paddles, flogging, etc.” Jethro answers for me.

Sora shudders. “Like getting off on pain?”

“It can be, but it can also be about the adrenaline or a sensory sensation. And sometimes…” I pick up a yellow bracelet, wondering if Jethro is into degradation. I would definitely get off on demeaning the jackass. “It can be about degradation.”

She shakes her head. “No.”

Jethro smiles at me as he slips on a yellow bracelet, as if he knows exactly what I was thinking. I imagine throwing him over my knee and slapping his ass raw while I call him all the names I call him in my head to his face. It probably wouldn’t be healthy for me to take out my anger sexually, but the thought still has my cock pushing painfully against my jeans.

“We don’t allow blood play,” I say as Sora draws her shoulders in and shakes her head, “or fire play in the club, and we don’t have a primal room here since our space is limited, but there are a few sensory play rooms. That’s the orange bracelet.”

“Sensory play?” Sora asks.

Jethro takes an orange bracelet from the bowl at the same time I do and our hands brush. I flex my fingers and slip the bracelet on before grabbing another.

“I think you’ll like that one.” I slide the orange one on her wrist. “Blindfolds. Feathers. Ice. Bells. Various foods like chocolate.”

She snaps it against her wrist, and gives a definitive, “Yes.”

“And finally, bondage.” A blue bracelet.

Jethro takes one. I don’t. Sora pauses, but then picks up a blue bracelet with a determined nod and a cute, tentative little smile. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea for Jethro to bring her here.

Jasmine hands them both pens so they can fill out the paperwork. Mine is always on file, updated yearly, the same as the rest of the employees.

After kissing Sora’s cheek, I stand up, needing to prepare a few things to ensure my mate enjoys the depravity of The Black Wing.

“I’ll meet you in there.”

Her innocent eyes look up at me with a curiosity that has my heart thudding against my chest. She’s excited about this, and that makes me so damn hard.

Chapter 16

Jethro

Theclubiseverybit as exquisite as I imagined. Jasmine leads us into the main room, where a bar lines one wall and a stage the other. The stage is currently empty, but I’m sure it won’t stay that way for long.

Little tables of different heights pepper the space. Couples and small groups cluster around them. In this room, the guests are all dressed, but that won’t be the case deeper in.

The lighting is low, the walls, floor, and ceiling black. Swaths of velvet material fall from the ceiling at different points in the room, some framing round booths, easily closed off from prying eyes by the heavy curtains.

Aerial dancers swing from varying lengths of fabric, all wearing nothing more than skimpy lingerie or boxer briefs.

Little silver accents adorn the space, a nod to the horde thatowns The Black Wing, though most who come here know nothing of dragons.

Sora’s gaze dances around the room, as enamored as I am. When a man walks by eyeing her ample cleavage, I immediately regret helping her choose that dress. I should have suggested she wear a sackcloth. She still would have looked beautiful, but I’d have to deal with fewer men ogling my girl.

The man sidles up to us without even glancing at her bracelets. “Care to join me in a room?”

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