Page 6 of High Stakes

I take a last glance at Bellamy and sit at my place with the other owners. Knowing that Tobias is in contact with Bellamy again makes tonight feel like goodbye. I know it’s not. But I also know goodbye is coming, and my heart is twisted into pieces about it.

Am I really going to lose Bellamy after all this time? It seems that way, and in some ways, it’s like I’ll be losing Tobias all over again.

Determined not to dwell on such unsavory thoughts tonight, I adjust my tie and scan the long table. The amount of power seated here is astounding.

Tyson enters from a door at the back of the room followed by a woman I don’t know well. Sabrina, I think her name is. She travels with Tyson a lot and is serving as his submissive tonight.

He motions for her to join the other submissives along the wall before launching into a description of the first course. When he is done, Sabrina rises, and the other subs follow suit. They disappear for a few moments and return with plates to serve us at the table. Bellamy’s head bows as she puts my plate in front of me. I smack her ass and she doesn’t make a sound. “Good girl,” I murmur.

Tonight, the subs remain silent. Any noise from them at all is met with punishment. That doesn’t mean we won’t tease our subs mercilessly and try to get a noise out of them. If I can make her squeal, I get to force her to her knees beneath the table, where I’ll gag her with my cock until the meal is over. Not that I can’t do that anyway. It’s just so much more fun this way.

But Bellamy is the epitome of perfection tonight, and by the time the third of six courses is served, I’m ready for dinner to be done so I can reward her.

When it’s time for dessert, I pull her into my lap and spoon feed her the decadent creation Tyson has crafted. His food goes beyond mere cooking and into the realm of art. The meal is soon over, and I nudge her from my lap and stand.

“You were amazing,” I murmur as I pull her close to me. “We’re going to my playroom now to finish the night.”

She nods into my neck, and I hold her tight. Another group of submissives in training will clean up the space, so those of us who took part in the dinner are free to take our leave. I’m dying to bury myself in Bellamy, but I have plans for her before I’ll allow myself to give in to those urges.

Before we can exit the dining room, Tyson approaches us, pulling Bellamy into a hug, and shaking my hand.

“Amazing food as always, Sir,” Bellamy says.

“Thank you, Bellamy. It’s an honor to cook for you. Unlike the bastards I get to cook for when I come back into town in a few weeks.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

He blows out a long breath and drags a hand through his hair. “Just politics, so I can get my new restaurant up and running. I thought having Novak on my side was going to make everything smooth, but the mayor and her snotty son are holding me up.”

I put a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry to hear that. If there’s anything I can do let me know. But right now I have plans for this one.”

He grins when I nod Bellamy’s direction, and he leans in to kiss her cheek. “Have fun, you two.”

I take Bellamy’s hand, and we walk through the club. We’re in the Diamond play space in seconds.

Each of the four owners has a playroom that we curate to cater to various kinks and the fantasies of our most prestigious clients. Tonight, my space is largely an open play space because the VIP couple I was supposed to host had to reschedule their trip to Las Vegas.

We stand in the entry of the room, and I glance over at her, my eyes following her perfect curves, enhanced by the corset I chose for her to wear tonight. Black leather and laced with thin chain down the front. It’s feminine and edgy all at the same time. Her dark hair is a cascade of curls around her shoulders, and I can’t help the sense of pride that blooms because she belongs to me. Bellamy has never done anything but make me proud. I squeeze her hand, and we move towards the middle of the room.

The music thumps around us as we pass through the crowd of people indulging their hedonistic impulses. She presses herself closer to me as we move, her gaze constantly moving as she takes in the sight before us. She loves it here as much as I do.

The atmosphere of the club is electric, all anticipation and heat. The room is filled with people indulging in every desire imaginable. In one corner, a woman sits atop a man, her head thrown back in pleasure as he spanks her while she rides him. In another, a man is bound in rope, his eyes alight with pleasure as his partner teases every inch of his body.

Everywhere I look, I see passion and pleasure being explored. It’s one thing I love most about this place. Seeing people indulge. And tonight, I plan to indulge in Bellamy. I can feel the heat radiating off of her. Tonight is going to be one of those nights that is forever seared in both of our minds forever.

“Are you ready?” I ask her, my voice low and husky. She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. I draw her further into the center of the room to a play space I reserved for us. We rarely play in a space where we are the center of attention—despite Matteo’s insistence that I’m an attention whore. But tonight it seems important to remind everyone of what we share. Even if it’s our last time. Perhaps especially if it’s our last time.

The area we’re playing in includes a chaise lounge and a massage table along with a small table to hold toys and other supplies. Tonight, I’ve laid out the equipment to put on a show for everyone who stops to watch us. Fire play always draws a crowd. Despite its sensuality, there is an element of fear to fire play that is fun to play with.

When Bellamy sees what I’ve set out, she reaches into the pocket of her leather skirt and pulls out a hair tie.

“Such a good girl, always anticipating my needs,” I say as she pulls her hair into a high ponytail that will keep the gorgeous curls out of harm’s way.

I pull her close and stare at her for a moment before leaning in for a kiss. Our lips press together softly at first, tasting one another with tenderness and reverence. After a moment, I deepen the kiss, our tongues entwining, sending sparks of electricity between us. My hands grip her waist tightly, my fingers tracing the curves of her body as I pull her even closer.

Our mouths move in perfect synchronization, my hands never leave her. The heat radiates from our embrace, her deliciously soft body melting into mine. Her heart is beating against my chest in anticipation of what’s to come.

The noise of the club around us fades away as we lose ourselves in the kiss. Bellamy’s taste is a sweet nectar on my tongue, and I savor it a moment longer before I break the kiss and nudge her gently to the massage table.

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