Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
I follow his eyes to the monitor. Three girls who do look pretty fucking young are coming through the entrance. "They better be checking IDs, and everybody better be signing their waivers. Or there are going to be a few new additions to the unemployment line."
“I’ll have Sam double-check,” Leo says.
He might act like he’s thinking with his dick, but like most people in this industry, he’s a good guy deep down. Anyone hints at interest in anything underage, we’re the first to dig up evidence and turn it over to the police.
Or, on occasion, I’ve put a more permanent end to filth that crossed certain lines. With me, there are things that don’t allow you a second chance and I have enough friends in all walks of life that are more than happy to help me with the cleanup duties when necessary.
I run my hands over my face, knowing I only have a few more hours here before I have to go face my demons back at my brother's house. Playing daddy to the girl who has my dick on a leash.
"Let's go." I snap at Leo, nodding toward the office door. "Let's get this night over with."
He scoffs. "Get this night over with? What’s your deal? What’s with your perpetual disinterest in life’s more hedonistic pleasures? Is there something I don't know?"
"There's a lot of fucking things you don't know, Leo. There's a reason for that. Stay out of my personal life, and we'll continue to get along just fine. Let's go."
We work our way through the back halls, passing staff dressed in everything from black leather barely-there straps—tits out, ass out—to one of our guys who's deep into his puppy play. Out on the floor, at least fifty new patrons have already cleared the paperwork and are milling around.
Some look nervous as hell. Others are laughing, joking, and pointing.
Kink or Dare has been good to us. But other than the money, women have been an afterthought for me for a long time. I could count back the years. More than a decade since I partook in anything more than my own hand. It’s efficient and I don’t have to talk to it. My body gets its release. It's been enough.
Until the last few months, anyway.
Now, Elodie is the only thing that gets me off. And being that I'm her father's identical twin brother makes things more than complicated.
Stepfather, I remind myself, though I’m not sure it makes a difference. He raised her. I met her at the rehearsal dinner for his wedding to Adrienne.
I’m a fucking asshole is what I am.
I do my best to push away the thoughts of the dark, sinful things I'd do to my step-niece if I ever got the chance, and try to focus on business. I make my rounds, sticking to the corners and edges of the room, making sure everyone understands this is not a free-for-all.
The first hour, all the fresh newcomers are oriented to the space. They’re told how the evening works, what consent means, safe words are taken. Soft and hard limits are discussed and noted. Then the doors reopen and in come the more experienced doms, daddies, and others who have been vetted and paid their hefty fee to participate in the evening.
Leo takes the center of the room and launches into his usual opening speech before he starts calling the first names.
He's barely ten words in when my blood turns cold.
I swallow against the ball lodging in my throat as my eyes lock onto the blonde beauty sitting between a well-dressed girl and a guy in red leather pants. I know her. Know all three of them.
Fucking Elodie.
Why is she here? God. Vulnerability radiates off her. She does not belong here.
And she has no idea I'm involved in these clubs. There’s a reason for that. I can see the tension in her shoulders from across the room. I know her body like I know my own pulse.
I know her friend Anna next to her as well. Good kid, gives Elodie a little bit of reality she needs but also pushes her to dance with more real life than sometimes makes me comfortable.
The guy with them is Jeremy. I don’t know him as well. Elodie talks about him and I’ve seen him around the house. He's no threat. She's not his type.
Still, seeing her walking in here in that fuck me dress and make me come heels turns my stomach inside out and turns my fingers to fists. Because there are going to be dicks out in here pretty soon, and God knows what else.
I know most of the regulars here and a fresh sweet tart like Elodie? Most of these guys as dominant and controlled as they may be, would give their left nut for a taste of her lollipop.