Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Hand-in-hand, we strolled through the mall. I handed her my credit card, and she grabbed this item and that. She even convinced me to buy a present for my father and Dog. I got them both Patek Phillip watches—the Golden Eclipse model for my father and the Nautilus for Dog.
That afternoon, we wrapped the gifts. I relished in watching her hold boxes on her lap, smooth down paper, and top them with bows. Her eyes were soft as she hummed Christmas Carols.
Then, she began singing a few lyrics. Her voice was so melodic over the crinkling of paper.
Dog stood by the door and tapped his foot. That was the most relaxed I’d ever seen him.
Then, night came.
We rode in the back of my Rolls Royce Phantom. Dog sat in the passenger seat, next to the chauffer.
My suit glistened in the darkness of the car, smoothing over the muscles on my chest and shoulders. My tie was the color of wine and matched the hooded fur coat that Mariah wore.
And she was a sight to behold.
The soft fur perfectly formed around her. Gold lined the lapels. She had it tightly closed, probably nervous about what I had made her wear under it.
I smirked. “Open the coat.”
She glanced at Dog and then in the driver’s direction.
“They won’t see.”
She hesitated before slowly undoing the gold buttons on the coat. Soon, she revealed the top of the strapless patent leather leotard bodysuit.
I grunted. “Stop.”
Her hands fell to her sides.
“Good.” I slipped my gaze down that sexy bodysuit. Her nipples were hard, poking through the thin material.
You’ll get more than seventy percent of my cock tonight.
Groaning, I drank in those curvy thighs. “We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”
She swallowed. “Where are we going?”
I moved my gaze to the red stilettos on her feet. “La Domaine.”
“What is that?”
“It is much better to show you what it is, than tell you.”
The driver pulled the Phantom up to the curb.
Dog left and opened my door.
I got out, took Mariah’s hand, and helped her out.
Those beautiful legs slipped through the coat’s opening.
My cock stiffened.
I guided her forward.
The club’s name was emblazoned in white neon letters.
A guard flanked the door.
When he spotted me, he handed us each a black face mask that would only cover our foreheads, around our eyes, and part of our cheeks. “Welcome back.”
Dog rushed with putting his on.
Smiling, I placed my mask on.
Mariah widened her eyes in curiosity and put the black mask on.
The guard opened the door.
We entered.
The scent of sex, cigar smoke, and perfume permeated the air. The place was dimly lit with black walls and polished black floors. In every corner, men and women performed live sex shows—licking and fucking, sucking and getting utterly dominated.
Many masked people packed the space, donned in sexy attire—leather to latex, lace to barely anything at all.
I guided Mariah over to the bar, knowing she would need a drink before it was time to play. The bartender was shirtless and wore black leather pants. Before I could order, Mistress Amy shrieked and hurried to me. “Is that who I think it is?”
I smirked. “Our identities are supposed to be private.”
“You haven’t been here in years. Meanwhile, I always see Dog barking it up.” Wearing a red leather bodysuit, Mistress Amy looked at Mariah. “Oh my. Even with the mask, I can tell she is a beauty. Could this be the one, Gabriel?”
I signaled the bartender. “Two Negroni Sbagliatos with Prosecco.”
Mistress Amy extended her hand to Mariah. “Nice to meet you. At La Domaine, we welcome a broad range of tastes.”
Mariah gave her a weak smile.
“Do you know that you are the first woman Gabriel has ever brought here?”
Mariah shook her head. “I had no idea.”
“Well, I am delighted to see what he will be doing with you this evening.”
I frowned. “Mariah, this is Mistress Amy—”
“It is Madame Claus this evening.”
I rolled my eyes.
“And there are plenty of my elves around to serve you this holiday season.” The Mistress giggled. “There’s even milk and cookies. Just tell the elves where to put them.”
Mariah blinked.
Dog chuckled.
“Bye, Mistress.” I grabbed the drinks from the bartender and guided Mariah away.
Mariah took one glass from me and strolled on my side.
Dog remained behind us.
Mariah whispered, “So. . .this place is a sex club?”
“It is whatever you want it to be.” I led her into a new room, decorated in white and human furniture. Here, several people’s bodies were used as foot stools, chairs, and tables.
Mariah took it all in.
We continued into another room with electric-blue lighting. The space had a beautiful, cold shine. Surfaces sparkled and glistened.
I took her over to one of the couches lining the wall.
Right as Mariah lowered, a beautiful African American woman with long black hair strolled over. She wore a red lace bodysuit and had an hourglass figure.