Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 489

"That is wonderful to hear."

"The only complaint I have," I said, "is that my body is screaming for a man and there is not one around."

Cara laughed, a light, easy sound. "Then I have the perfect solution. There is a place here on the island called The Club. The best place to enjoy life to the fullest. You dance, you drink, you party, and if you want to, you pick out one of the perfect-looking men and give yourself a very good night. You will not regret it."

My entire body perked up at the idea. It sounded exactly like what I needed. But Emerson's warning slithered back into my head and my excitement curdled.

"I cannot leave the house right now," I said, keeping my voice light.

"Why not?"

I could not tell her about the arrangement. I could not tell anyone. "I just cannot. There are reasons. Things I cannot afford to jeopardize." I sighed. "I have no choice but to stay home for a few days."

"Not even for Blaze?"

I frowned at the name. "Who is Blaze?"

"Blaze is our supplier," Cara said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "The man who delivered your pills. He is not only the hottest man on this island, darling, he is also the only man I know who fucks like he actually means it. Whenever the pills get me too hot to handle, Blaze is my first choice for a good time. If you came to The Club, you could enjoy him too. Trust me, you would not be disappointed."

The door was bolted, but not locked. I slid the bolt aside, pushed it open, and stepped into a room that made my eyes go wide.

It was Emerson's playground. A bed the size of a small country sat in the center dressed in black silk, and the walls around it were lined with more pleasure tools than I had seen in my entire life. Leather floggers hung in neat rows beside riding crops and wooden paddles. A rack of silicone cocks stood against one wall in every size and color imaginable, from slim and smooth to thick and veined with heads like small fists. Glass plugs and metal clamps rested in a velvet case. Coils of rope, a spreader bar, a spanking bench, and a wand vibrator that looked powerful enough to bring a city to its knees.

I stood in the middle of all of it and laughed out loud. The man owned more toys than a nursery owned babies. If he ever found out I had been in here, he would probably have me whipped with one of his own floggers. But he was not here, and I was burning up, and a girl had to do what a girl had to do.

I picked up the wand and tested its weight. Then I chose the thickest cock on the rack, a dark, veined thing with a curved head that made my thighs clench just looking at it. I carried both to his bed, climbed onto the black silk, and lay back.