Gemma nods excitedly."There's a beautiful estate about an hour outside the city.It has sprawling gardens and a gorgeous ballroom with floor-to-ceiling windows, and they handle almost all of it, from food to rentals," Gemma says with a huge smile on her face.
Not that hiring people is an issue.Her husband-to-be is a literal billionaire and owner of Club Red.There is no expense he wouldn't pay to keep Gemma happy.Not to mention her dad is a billionaire in his own right, and they will both spoil her.
"Is this the place?"Summer asks, looking at a photo in the binder.
"Yes, look at some of their past weddings," Gemma says, holding up her phone to their photo gallery.
This launches us into planning and getting ideas from their past weddings, and makes the time fly by.
An hour later, my phone buzzes.I glance at the screen and nearly choke on my drink.
Gage:Thinking about what you'll wear tonight.Or rather, what you won't be wearing underneath.
My breath catches, and I quickly tuck the phone away, but not before Gemma catches a glimpse of my screen.
"Just play, huh?"she teases."Your face says otherwise."
"Oh, shut up," I mutter, but there's no heat in it.
The truth is, I'm not sure what this is.Gage feels different from my previous play partners.There's an intensity to our interactions that both thrills and unnerves me.
Gage:Don't ignore me, Skye.That's not how this works.
A thrill runs through me at his commanding tone, even through text.
Me:Sorry, Sir.Having lunch with friends.Can't exactly sext at the table.
Gage:You could if you really wanted to.
God, he's infuriating.And arousing.
Me:Behave, or I'll make you wait longer tonight.
As soon as I send it, I regret the challenging tone.This isn't how submissives typically talk to their Doms.But Gage and I haven't established our dynamic yet, and something tells me he enjoys my defiance, at least a little.
Gage:Bold words from someone who'll be tied up and at my mercy in a few hours.
Heat pools low in my belly, and I shift uncomfortably in my seat.I exhale sharply and lock my phone, ignoring the way Gemma and Summer watch me with smug amusement.
"So, what's he saying?"Summer teases.
I roll my eyes."Nothing."
Gemma snorts."Yeah, sure.Your face is about to combust.It's definitely not nothing."
"Have you seen those articles about the Virgin Auction?"Summer asks.
My stomach drops."What articles?"
Summer pulls out her phone, tapping quickly before sliding it across the table.The headline screams sensationalism: "Elite Sex Club Hosts Virgin Auction: Inside Chicago's Underground Sex Trade."
"This is bullshit," I mutter, scanning the article."That's not what happened at all."
"You know about it?"Gemma asks, surprised.
"I wasn't there, but Dante told me about it.It was a charity event.All the women who volunteered were club members.It was about auctioning off time with a virgin.Every woman up there was there because she chose to be, could back out at any time, and was paid 90% of the bid."
"Well, the media's spinning it differently," Summer says grimly.
