Page 48 of Prey Tell
My mind dances back to the conversation with the security guard.
The east wing is off limits, but all other areas are open to guests for the weekend.
Is this wing off limits because it’s where Chase lives? Where does Miles live, if Chase is here? Is Miles here this weekend? Likely not…
Even still, it sends a skittering of nerves down my spine when I realize I’m being given access to a side of the castle that is off limits to other guests.
Once inside the room, I stop walking as I take it in. It’s… jungle themed. A sitting room with two chairs, a formal dining table next to a large window, and a couch facing a massive TV are the first things I see. There’s leopard print, zebra print, a few palm trees, and a large birds of paradise plant in one corner. The furniture is all made of bamboo, and the textiles are bright and vibrant. Further on, past the kitchen, is a bathroom and a closed door.His bedroom.
I turn around once, taking it all in.Even his fucking living quarters are bigger than my house.
“Did you already have a submissive picked out for the weekend?” I muse, my finger running over the stone mantle of the large fireplace. There’s a large, framed painting of a cheetah sitting atop the stone.
“No,” he says, opening the bedroom and depositing my suitcase inside.First things first, you’ll be in my room for the duration of the hunt.“I hadn’t chosen one yet.”
I set my purse down on the couch and cross my arms as I study him.
“Do you normally play at these events?”
He mimics me, leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom and crossing his arms. “I don’t play here. Normally. But I do usually take a sub.”
Ignoring the way the idea of Chase being with other women makes me feel downright murderous, I tilt my head.
“Why don’t you play here?”
“I prefer more of an… urban setting.”
“Like The Penthouse.”
His lips twitch. “Yes.”
My eyes scan the living quarters again as I try to quell the nervous butterflies fluttering around inside of me. Wiping my sweaty palms on my leggings, I look at Chase.
“So, what now?”
He nods to the dining room table. “Sit.”
Something hot flashes through me at his command, and I walk over to the wood table and sit down in one of the chairs. I watch as he moves across the room to the large safe. Entering a code, he pulls the door open. I crane my neck to see what’s inside, but his stupid, hulking body is in the way. He closes the door of the safe before I can get a better view. Walking back over at me with a black, leather folio, I admire the way he walks. Slow, deliberate, smooth. Like he’s trying to unnerve me.
“We need to discuss limits,” he says, his voice low and businesslike.
I try not to smile. “Okay.”
Unzipping the folio, he pulls out several pieces of paper.
“These are mine, if you’d like to educate yourself.”
Dom’s have limits?I nearly shake my head at the thought, because of course they do.
I greedily read the form—which is basic in nature. At the top is a space to check either Dominant/Master/Top or submissive/slave/bottom. I see Chase has selected the first, obviously. Under that is experience—Beginner, Average, or Extensive. He’s marked extensive. Under sexual orientation, he’s marked straight. And under relationship preference, he’s marked monogamous.Thatsurprises me, but I file it away to ask about later.
“If there are any limits you don’t understand, ask me.”
I look up and nod, continuing my perusal into his sexual preferences. He’s marked ‘prefers to wear suit.’Hmm.I glance up at him briefly, and his eyes pierce me with their intensity. Looking back down at the form, I see the next part is a list of activities, with a ‘Have you participated?’ with a yes and no option, and next to that column, options for your interest in participating. My eyes widen when I flip through the pages. Chase has participated in nearly every single activity. And his list of interests… most of them are checked ‘Yes’. There are a few he’s indicated ‘maybe,’ and only one hard limit.
Sharing.
Chills run up my spine when I look at him. He’s chewing on the end of a pen, one leg resting over the other.
