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“That’s exactly where Istand on things,” I said. “Though we’re one of the few resorts whoallow any of that. So, people love to come here to meet up withlike minds.”
“I like that about thisplace,” she said, running her hand along in the polished banisteras we climbed the stairs to the upper lobby. “Nobody seems ashamedof anything. Am I going to have a hard time remembering to putclothes on when I go back to the real world?”
“You seemed to havedifficulty with that before you came here,” I teasedher.
The expansive upper lobby was paneledin the same dark wood as downstairs. Natural light streamed throughdiamond-patterned leaded glass in the windows high above. Like thetheater, the lobby was completely empty.
“The castle opens everynight at eight,” I explained, leading her toward the main-floorgroup dungeon. “It’s usually packed, though right now there aren’tas many people on the island as during the busyseasons.”
“I’m dying to know what thebusy season is for a sex resort,” she remarked idly.
“The weekend of anyreligious holiday,” I answered confidently. People loved sin andblasphemy. I opened the door and clicked on the light switch,revealing the sprawling ballroom that ended in the tall glassbubbles of a half-conservatory. “This is a group BDSM dungeon. Youcan watch people, you can join in. Usual club rules apply, butdon’t be surprised if someone offers you their sub to playwith.”
Next, I showed her thestrictly swingers room on the other side of the lobby. “No whips orchains here. Group sex on every surface.”
And there were plenty of them, in allkinds of shapes. Padded benches, wedges, bolsters, big squaremattresses covered in washable faux-leather, even handles on thewalls could assist in any number of positions.
I’d been in plenty of them,myself.
Next on the tour was the second floor,which housed the private rooms and the casino.
“The roulette wheel is myfavorite,” I told her, almost giddy as I led her down the two plushcarpeted steps onto the main floor.
She walked around the tableto the padded bench beside the wheel and lifted one of themanacles. “I’m guessing the prize isn’t money?”
“Not the most importantone,” I said with a slow shake of my head. “I want to strap youdown there and let the lucky winners fuck you.”
She dipped her head, almostbashfully. “Like the dragon and the knights?”
“Exactly, princess. What doyou say?”
She giggled. “Yeah. I thinkI’d be okay with that.”
Then, she shimmied herbikini bottoms down and hopped onto the seat. “Why don’t wepractice?”
I drummed my fingers on thepadded ledge of the betting area and cursed myself. “I didn’t bringa condom.”
“And there aren’t anyhere?” she asked, looking around the room doubtfully.
“There will be, tonight,when hospitality has been in to stock the place.” How could I havebeen so foolish as to think I could give Charlotte a tour of theresort and not get unbearably horny in the process?
She tilted her head. “Youreally didn’t do the reading.”
“Hmm?” I’d looked at heranswers to the preliminary questionnaire. I couldn’t remember allthose answers with the blood running from my brain to fill up mydick.
She spread her legs, theshawl skirt falling open around her splayed thighs,, and beckonedme closer. Closer. Until she could grab my T-shirt and pull me downto whisper in my ear, “I cleared all the requirements to gobareback down here.”
I lifted my head to lookher in the eye, a shock jolting through me. “But lastnight—”
“If you hadn’t left megagged, I could have reminded you.” She petted her vulva and bither bottom lip. “So, are we going to—”
“Not here.” I picked up herbikini bottoms and handed them to her. “That’s going to be a littletreat for later.”
She scowled in disappointment and puther bottoms back on.
“Let’s head over to themachine room,” I suggested. “You can see if there’s anything you’dlike to try out.”
Who was I kidding? She would probablytry out the whole damn room. She practically skippedthere.