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“That would be great, thank you!”

“No problem. Now, let’s head east and show you some other sites.”

As promised, Serenity and Kairo had given them a smooth ride. After a while, Tiffany’s muscles relaxed and the butterflies in her stomach stopped fluttering about, and she enjoyed all the different sites the pilots pointed out to her and Sir along the route to Miami. She was surprised when they landed on the top of a skyscraper instead of an airport. Serenity explained that Reed Montgomery owned the entire building. Its lower half was all offices, while the upper floors were condos.

As the rotors slowed, a door opened about halfway across the roof, and Dante strolled out and waved to them. He had the weekend off, leaving Jared and Troy in charge of the resort, and had flown to Miami yesterday afternoon, after getting off work, to meet Reed for dinner.

Once they were given the okay to exit the helicopter, Sir helped her down. They ducked their heads until they were far enough away from the slow-moving rotors that hadn’t stopped spinning yet. Dante greeted them as they approached. “Welcome. How was the flight?”

He and Sir both looked at Tiffany, and she glanced back and forth between them before smiling. “I didn’t throw up or have a heart attack, so, all in all, it was good, I guess.”

They laughed along with her, and then Dante took their bags from Kairo when he brought them over. Serenity was still in the helicopter, and Kairo said, “We have you scheduled to head back tomorrow afternoon at three. We’ll meet you up here, but if there are any changes to the plan, Mr. Montgomery or Mr. Calvano can let us know. Have a good weekend.”

“Thank you,” Tiffany and Sir said in unison before following Dante into the stairwell. They only went down one flight and exited into a small hallway. At the other end was another doorway, and she was surprised when they walked into a kitchen that rivaled those found in any five-star restaurant. The only difference was that this was obviously the kitchen of the penthouse where Dante and Master Reed lived, since Cooper was there to greet them with a woof and a rapidly wagging tail.

They followed Dante through the huge apartment, which appeared as though it occupied the entire floor, as he led them to a guest bedroom suite. He set their bags on the king-sized bed that didn’t even come close to taking up the whole room, which had its own sitting area. The decor was beautiful, with complementing maroon, green, and gold fabrics on the furniture, bed, and window treatments. The ivory carpet under Tiffany’s feet was so plush, she thought she could sleep on it comfortably.

Dante pointed to another door. “Bathroom’s right through there, and it’s fully stocked with anything you might need—if there’s something missing, just let me know. Take a few minutes to get settled and then come back out to the living room for a drink and some appetizers. Master will be another hour or so in his office downstairs with a small emergency, then we’ll head across the street for dinner before going to the club.”

When he and Cooper left them alone, Sir pulled her into an embrace and used the fingers of one hand to tilt her chin up until she was looking directly at him. “What’s your safeword, Pet?”

Her eyes narrowed in confusion, but she answered him anyway. “It’s red, Sir.”

“Good girl. I’ll be pushing your boundaries tonight, but I expect you to use your safeword if you need to. Understood?”

A shiver went down her spine as his intense gaze bore into her. She swallowed hard before responding, “Yes, Sir.”

Chapter9

Cordell wished they could spend more time in Miami—he’d really like to take Tiffany sightseeing. She loved visiting different places of interest and, like him, enjoyed the historical sites the best. They’d checked out a few places throughout the Keys whenever they’d found the time. He’d known there wasn’t going to be a lot of free time between getting the resort up and running and the first few months that followed, but he was going to make sure he and Tiffany took a break every now and then. As the grand opening approached, they’d have to start learning to trust their employees and delegate more often, so they weren’t on duty 24/7. All that would come in time though.

Their executive staff for each department all came with high praise from their previous employers, and Cordell was confident they’d hired top-notch people. Training was starting for numerous positions over the next few weeks, and soon they’d be putting on all the finishing touches. He was thrilled with the place and had no doubt it would become as successful as the Sawyers and Tyler had dreamed it would be.

Ian, Mitch, and Cordell had gone over the numerous membership requests from Doms during several Zoom meetings and had chosen approximately thirty of them to be offered a reduced annual fee in exchange for becoming part-time Dungeon Masters. In addition to regular security, the resort needed experienced Doms to keep an eye on all play in the club, ensuring it was safe, sane, and consensual. Master Reed was on that list, although, with how busy he was and traveling back and forth to Miami, Cordell wasn’t too sure the man would accept the position. If he didn’t, it would be completely understandable.

After his conversation with Mitch the other day, Cordell had called Reed to ask the man for a favor for tonight. While he and Tiffany couldn’t play at the exclusive club Reed and Dante were taking them to, he’d had an idea for building up his submissive’s confidence around other Doms, and Reed had readily agreed to help. Even though Tiffany would be wearing Cordell’s collar, which should make her off-limits to other Doms, Reed had recruited a bunch of male Dominants he trusted to approach the submissive throughout the evening. Each one would basically hit on her and try to coax her into playing with them—they were even given permission to touch her as long as it wasn’t in a sexual way. In other words, anyone who touched her breasts, mound, or ass would get his hand broken, otherwise Cordell wouldn’t interfere. He wanted her to find the courage to politely, and then more forcefully if necessary, refuse their advances. He knew it would be difficult for her at first, but hopefully, she would finally get it into her head that she was the one in complete control when dealing with the Doms and not the other way around. He wanted that confidence to flow over to her position at the resort because, undoubtedly, there would be some jackass guest who would expect the submissive employees to bow down and kiss his feet. Cordell wanted to be sure Tiffany could handle herself in that situation if he wasn’t around to interfere.

After a pleasant dinner at a steakhouse across the street from Reed’s building, the foursome returned to the penthouse to change into more appropriate clothing for the club. Cordell donned black, leather pants and a black lightweight button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Tiffany put on a black leather miniskirt, a red corset with black trim, black ballet slippers, and her black and white collar—he’d been pleased when she’d selected the outfit on her own.

Cordell cupped her chin. “I hope you enjoy yourself tonight, Pet. While you’ll need to follow the usual club protocols, I won’t be restricting your speech. You’re free to talk to anyone you wish or to anyone who speaks to you without getting my permission. Since you had a glass of wine at dinner, you’re only allowed one more drink at the club. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Any questions?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so, Sir.”

“Good. Then let’s go join our hosts.”

They found the other couple waiting for them in the living room. Reed was dressed similarly to Cordell, except his shirt was a deep crimson, and Dante was wearing faded jeans and a gray T-shirt, but it was obvious that underneath the shirt, he was wearing a harness of some sort over his torso. As fit as the man was, when he removed his shirt, the look would surely draw appreciative looks from both sexes.

With Reed’s passkey, they were able to take the elevator all the way to the parking garage without stopping on any of the other sixty-two floors. A limousine was waiting for them, and after they all climbed in, the trip to the club took about twenty minutes. When they arrived, the limo pulled into another parking garage and stopped next to an elevator. It was a nice setup to ensure privacy, since no one from the street could see them.

As the driver got out and rounded the front of the vehicle, Dante removed his shirt and left it on the seat. The black leather harness went over his shoulders and across his broad chest and back. When the driver opened the door, Dante climbed out, with Reed following him since they were the closest. Cordell got out next, then held out his hand to help Tiffany. She looked beautiful tonight and took his breath away, as she often did. Her hair was blown out in soft, luxurious waves, falling just below her shoulders. The corset pushed her breasts up enticingly, and not for the first time since she’d gotten changed, he cursed the fact they wouldn’t be able to play at the club.

They rode the elevator up two floors and exited into a sparse lobby. There was a reception desk, a loveseat, and two burly bouncers standing between the elevator and the top of a flight of stairs.

Since none of them had to change, the small group bypassed the entrances to the men’s and women’s lounges and stopped at the reception desk. A slender man standing behind it, wearing only black dress pants and a black and silver collar, looked up and smiled. “Good evening, Master Reed, Dante. It’s good to see you both. Are these your guests I was told to expect?”

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