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“Thank you.” It’s all I can manage as I throw myself into his arms, burying my face in his chest.
His hands come up around me, cradling me in a tight hug that feels like home. “I’m glad to see that you’re happy and not creeped out. I just wanted you to always have your memories, so you can remember where you came from on the way to where you’re going.” He presses a kiss on the top of my head as his arms squeeze me tighter.
“I can’t believe you did this… You kept everything exactly how I left it.”
“I knew you’d need a place to come back to… eventually.”
I shake my head, trying to process everything he’s told me tonight, wondering how I ever missed it. All this time, he was right here, right under my nose.
I inch up on my tiptoes where my lips find his in a frantic, needy kiss. His hands move to my back, then he’s cupping myass as he lifts me. My legs wrap around his waist as he walks us down the hallway.
When he passes his bedroom door, I pull away and look around. “Where are you going? Your bedroom is back that way?”
His long stride carries me to the stairs as he says, “I was thinking it’s about time I introduced you to my playroom… if you’re up for it?”
I swallow a gulp, the fluttering bats in my belly returning with a vengeance. “Of course. Sounds fun.”
“You know, that’s exactly what I was thinking,” Luka says with a laugh that already has me sweating bullets.
Holy shit! Here goes nothing.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Scout
When we reach the door to the basement, Luka moves the lock covering to scan his fingerprint. The lock clicks open, echoing through the silence, and the dark stairwell flickers with candlelight. “Welcome back, Mr. Luka. I will now revert to standby mode for the remainder of your session. You can override this setting at any time using your safe word.”
“Thank you, L.O.K.I.” Luka says as he leads me down the staircase into the dimly lit room.
When we get to the bottom, the room comes into view, and I pause as my eyes slowly adjust.
There’s a four-poster canopy bed against the back wall. At first glance, it may seem like any normal bed, but as we get closer, it’s easy to see the various attachments around the headboard and footboard for bondage of all kinds. On either side of the bed, there’s a display wall filled with various accessories. Everything from vibrators and sensory toys to floggers and ball gags.
It’s a lot to take in… Luka’s got himself quite an extensive collection. I don’t know why I’m surprised, he’s a twenty-six-year-old billionaire who loves technology and all things kink. Of course he has a high-tech sex room in his basement. Honestly, I think I’d be more shocked if he didn’t.
“Is this… your sex room?” My eyes widen as I take in the shelf of pocket pussies and flesh lights, all lined up side by side. There’s a representation of all kinds, with a variety of shapes and colors, some even equipped with realistic pubic hair.
“Yes. Welcome to my dungeon. These ladies are very special to me.” He gestures to the display of sex toys on the wall behind him.
“Wow, that’s quite the collection you’ve got there. Quite diverse too.”
“What can I say, I love women. All shapes, colors, and sizes.”
I run my fingers over the curly pubes, my curiosity getting the best of me. “Is this real hair… or… Can you donate pubic hair? Like… Locks for Love?”
He laughs at my question and shrugs. “You know, that’s not a question I’ve ever asked. I’ll have to check into that and get back to you.”
My eyes scan the rows of toys, noticing a small plaque beneath each of them. “Oh my God… you even named them.” I nearly choke on my own saliva, trying to contain my shocked laughter.
“Of course I named them. They may only be made of silicone, but that doesn’t mean they still don’t deserve my respect.” Luka says as he tenderly traces the one named Francesca’s labia.
My amusement fades when my eyes land on the wall of vibrators and butt plugs.
“See something you like, Girl Scout?” Luka teases, moving behind me and brushing the hair from my neck.
I shiver at his touch but angle my head to the side to give him better access as he peppers soft kisses along my neck and jaw.
“Are you… are you going to use that stuff on me?” My voice comes out strained, and I don’t know if I’m more nervous or excited by the prospect of it.
