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Madison

“You will stay by my side at all times, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” I’m so excited I would agree to just about anything. What he doesn’t understand is that there are very few things I would not let him do to me. I look around as we enter what looks like an ordinary club. “This is it?”

He leans in to set his lips on my ear. “This is the first floor. It’s a regular club. Membership is a hundred dollars a year. We’re going to the second floor to begin with. Membership is five hundred a month. It’s the sort of thing you probably picture when you think of an upscale fetish club.”

He threads his fingers with mine and guides me through a door. He then uses a keypad to open a locked door, which leads to a stairwell. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

We head up one flight. When we get to the second floor, I notice another door. “Is there a third floor?”

“Yes. Top-tier membership. Private apartments for those who can afford it.”

“Do you have one?”

He smirks. “Of course. We’ll go there later.”

My heart is racing as we enter a reception area for the second floor. A woman greets us.

“Madison, this is Marny. If you need anything and I’m not currently glued to your side, come to her.”

“Nice to meet you,” I say.

Myles speaks to her again. “We filled out all the forms for Madison online. Drake and Easton are aware.”

“Yep. They told me. Go on in.”

I take a deep breath as Myles guides me through yet another door.

Finally, we are here. Inside a real kink club.

I try not to react. I’ve seen all kinds of things on websites.

I’ve researched and studied all types of kink and every form of apparatus, but nothing could fully prepare me for this moment.

Myles sets a hand on the small of my back, making me shiver. I’m still wearing the silver dress, and I was worried I would feel out of place, but people are dressed in every imaginable fashion, so there’s no need for me to stress anymore.

A man in his mid-thirties approaches us. Nope. Two of them. They’re identical.

Myles shakes hands with both of them. “Madison, these are the owners of Edge—Drake and Easton Riley.”

I greet them in the same way Myles did. I feel older than I’ve ever felt.

Myles speaks again. “As I explained over the phone, this is Hendrix Kennedy’s daughter.”

My face falls. Why the fuck would he tell them that?

Drake’s eyes widen. “Oh, Madison, don’t worry.

We would never breathe a word about you coming to Edge.

It’s not our place. Never. I know your father is out of the country, but even if he were here—or when he returns—his membership is his business, and your membership is yours.

He will not hear a word about you from us. Not ever.”

I blow out a breath. “Thank you.” I’m being ridiculous.

Eventually my dad is going to find out about this.

He’ll be here in three weeks for my graduation.

There’s no way we’ll be able to keep our relationship a secret while he’s in town.

I don’t want to. It’s not like I’d be willing to move back into my house and pretend I wasn’t staying with Myles.

That wouldn’t work anyway. Myles told my father I was staying with him.

“Enjoy your evening,” Easton says before the two of them make their way through the crowd.

“Come. I’ll show you around. We can watch whatever interests you.”

“Is it true that people don’t mind being watched? It feels so invasive.”

“People expect it. Most of them are intentionally performing.”

Myles guides me toward a St. Andrew’s cross. I’ve seen them online. I’m mesmerized by the woman currently restrained to the cross. She’s totally naked.

Myles stands behind me with his arms possessively around my waist. I’m almost a foot shorter than him, but with my heels on, he’s easily able to lean over and whisper, “That’s Matt and Tammy. They’re married. Spectacular to watch.”

I bite my lip. She’s naked. Naked .

Myles’s lips are on my ear again. “Over time, we can try anything you want to, sweetheart. But I’ll tell you right now, I’m not interested in exposing your body to other people.

If you want to use an apparatus on this floor, we’ll do so with your important parts covered.

If there’s anything you want to try that requires you to be fully naked, we’ll do it upstairs in my private apartment. ”

I breathe out a relieved breath. Thank goodness. I hadn’t realized the nudity would bother me. I was concerned for a moment. Maybe someday in the future, it won’t seem so daunting, but not today.

I flinch when Matt uses a crop to tap Tammy’s butt. He didn’t strike her very hard, but the slap was loud. There’s a pretty, red heart on her bottom now. I notice the end of the crop isn’t a square like I’ve seen on the internet. It’s a leather heart.

“Do you have one of those?” I whisper.

“No, but I can get one.”

I lean back against Myles. He’s my rock. I know I can ask him anything. I can also ask him for anything, and he’ll get it for me or do it to me. Except, apparently, strip me naked in front of people.

In many of my dreams, he cuts my clothes off in front of other people. He humiliates me as a form of punishment. I don’t think I would like that in real life, but in my fantasies, it’s hot.

Granted, I’ve also imagined him chasing me through the woods, pinning me against a tree, and forcing himself on me, too. I wouldn’t want that. It’s just a fantasy. Some of them, I’d love to try. Others, not so much.

I turn to Myles and whisper, “Will he make her come in front of everyone?”

“Probably, unless that’s not what they negotiated.”

“Do people really negotiate their scenes in real life? I thought that was just books.”

“They should.”

“Even if they’re married?”

“Absolutely.” He holds me closer, his fingers stroking the undersides of my breasts, making me breathe heavier. “I might dominate you in our home most of the time, but when it comes to roleplay, we will always negotiate. I would never spring something on you that you didn’t agree to beforehand.”

That’s comforting. “Even in twenty years?”

“Even then. If we were going to act out one of your naughty schoolgirl scenes, for example, I would tell you what sorts of implements I intended to use on you.”

“Wouldn’t it be boring if I knew what to expect?”

“If that’s a concern, we could be more vague in our negotiations. You could agree to a variety of things up front and let me choose which of them I intend to do while we play.”

“That might be okay.”

He chuckles. “Such a dirty girl all worried that she won’t get off if she knows what’s coming. Trust me, sweetheart. You’ll see.”

“When?” I ask anxiously. I really hope he’s going to give me something tonight. He said we could go upstairs. I hope he’s not planning to play Scrabble when we get there. I’ll probably clobber him.

Another soft chuckle. “So eager.” He kisses my neck. “Have I told you how fucking sexy you are tonight, birthday girl?”

“A few times,” I murmur.

“Well, it’s true. Shall we go watch another scene?”