Page 97 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

“Like how they think and what they like?”

“Yes, that, among otherthings.”I emphasize the word things.

“Whatthings?”she probes.

I clam up. I said atinybit. “Jett, since I’ve been here, you have bathed me, dressed me, and groomed me. Made me laugh and consoled me when I cried. It’s sort of unfair. You know more than most about me, and I know next to nothing about you.” She argues a good point.

“You know that I care about you,” I counter.

“Jett.” She puts her hands on her hips and glares at me playfully.

My vague, run around responses aren’t cutting it.

“Those eyes are killer.” I sigh as my resolve crumbles. “My mother was a Madame, Ellie.”

“What?” she responds bemused.

“Yup. I grew up in a very affluent whore house. While other boys were playing football in high school, I was learning the family trade.”

She’s rendered speechless. No surprise. “It’s how Mansion came to be.”

“Mansion?” she questions. We really have kept her in the dark.

“Yes, that’s what we call the business. I train all the women who work for us.”

“Train? Like how Kayne trained me?”

“Yes. Very much like that.”

“And they just let you?” The concept is foreign to her. Again, no surprise.

“Yes, Ellie. Some women crave to be controlled. It’s a lifestyle that isn’t always understood. But in this house it’s done in a safe and sound environment. With like-minded people. Happy you asked now?”

“I guess,” she replies blankly, trying to digest this new information.

“Not what you were expecting to hear?” I ask casually, as I fiddle with her long golden hair.

“No,” she divulges truthfully.

“It never is.” I laugh. “I’ll tell you more about my upbringing and Mansion one day. But for now,” I clap my hands to get back to business, “we need to get going. Kayne is going to flip. Like lose his shit completely when he sees you.”

“You think?” Ellie bites her lip, glancing down at her outfit.

“I know.” I’m completely confident. “I’ve known Kayne a long time. And I know what he likes.”

Ellie suddenly frowns. “Has Kayne been with many women?”

My mouth falls open. “Umm?”

I wasn’t expecting that line of questioning.

“That many, huh?”

“No, not exactly. It’s just this lifestyle allows for an open tap of unadulterated pleasure. He’s never hurt for company.”

I wouldn’t use the word many, though. I’m pretty sure the man can count on one hand how many women have been in his bed.

“Then why did he take me?” Ah, the burning question. I rest my hands on her arms. “You’re going to know soon enough, sweet thing. And it’s something Kayne has to explain.”

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