Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“That makes sense.” Seemingly satisfied with my answers, she turned and swung her legs down, the lacy shawl tied as a makeshift skirt around her waist parting to reveal one long, slender leg.
I grabbed my cane and hopped out; it was a good day. Maybe having Charlotte with me was some kind of painkiller. Still, I didn’t want to chance a fall, so I’d brought the cane as an insurance policy. I reached for the other set of keys in the pocket of my shorts, and she groaned in dismay.
“You wear dad shorts.” She scoffed dramatically. “You’re old enough to be my father and you’re wearing dad shorts.”
I could take some gentle ribbing about our age difference, but that was a low blow. “I am not old enough to be your father. I would have had to have been in high school.”
“People get people pregnant in high school. I don’t know what to tell you,” she sing-songed, following beside me to the private entrance to the castle.
“If you want to call me Daddy, say so,” I huffed in half-pretend annoyance. “But you’d better be into spanking.”
“Oh, I am!” she assured me as the door opened. Then, her voice cut off abruptly.
The private entrance led immediately into my box high above the “theater.” Though the room was empty of people at the moment, it was impressive enough on its own. Decorated like a scaled-down eighteenth-century opera house, the theater was equipped to host any number of performances.
For example, the go-go cages on either side of the stage could be occupied while someone was flogged, fucked, or otherwise exhibited. The floor could be filled with seats for an audience or cleared away for something more interesting to watch from the mezzanine. There were blue tarps and a huge inflatable pool set up.
“I believe tonight is the lube orgy,” I said, pointing to the waist-high pool. “That will be filled up, and they put in small ones there and there—”
“That sounds amazing!” Charlotte clapped her hands excitedly. “Can we do that?”
“You can do that while I watch.” It took way too long to shower that stuff off, once you’d dipped yourself in it.
“Okay.” She sounded a little disappointed. “I don’t want to do whatever I want while you sit around and watch. I want to fuck you too.”
“Do you think I’m letting you leave here without doing me more than you do anyone else?” I gestured to the second door in the box. This one locked from the inside. “After you.”
We walked the short way from my box to the theater lobby and out the doors. The snack bar area didn’t serve popcorn, but was set up to sell vibrators, dildos, beads, anything someone might need to enjoy themselves at a show in this particular venue.
The theater lobby opened onto the lower level of the castle’s main entrance. The checkerboard floor and hardwood contributed to the overall Clue atmosphere of the building. To the left, a corner led to a locker room. To the right, the entrance to the more hard-core of the castle’s dungeons.
“Anything with water sports, needle play, knife play, all of that happens in there,” I said, pointing to the doors. “If you’re interested in that, I would be happy to set you up with a suitable partner for it, but—”
“Now who didn’t do their assigned reading?” she mock scolded me with a cluck of her tongue. “I said no to all that stuff. No judgment. It just isn’t for me.”
“That’s exactly where I stand on things,” I said. “Though we’re one of the few resorts who allow any of that. So, people love to come here to meet up with like minds.”
“I like that about this place,” she said, running her hand along in the polished banister as we climbed the stairs to the upper lobby. “Nobody seems ashamed of anything. Am I going to have a hard time remembering to put clothes on when I go back to the real world?”
“You seemed to have difficulty with that before you came here,” I teased her.
The expansive upper lobby was paneled in the same dark wood as downstairs. Natural light streamed through diamond-patterned leaded glass in the windows high above. Like the theater, the lobby was completely empty.
“The castle opens every night at eight,” I explained, leading her toward the main-floor group dungeon. “It’s usually packed, though right now there aren’t as many people on the island as during the busy seasons.”
“I’m dying to know what the busy season is for a sex resort,” she remarked idly.
“The weekend of any religious holiday,” I answered confidently. People loved sin and blasphemy. I opened the door and clicked on the light switch, revealing the sprawling ballroom that ended in the tall glass bubbles of a half-conservatory. “This is a group BDSM dungeon. You can watch people, you can join in. Usual club rules apply, but don’t be surprised if someone offers you their sub to play with.”