“I don’t even know your name,” I responded.
“It’s Evander. And yours?” He stepped even closer, and I got a bit dizzy with the power his scent had over me.
“It’s Hudson.” I reached out and shook the hand he offered. A bolt of electricity shot between us, and I gasped. Evander never flinched. Perhaps he didn’t feel it at all.
“It’s nice to meet you, Hudson. So, tour?”
I should’ve said no. I vowed once I left my harem that love was for suckers and fools and the only thing I would chase would be encounters with those who wanted no strings attached. No hearts involved to be broken.
My wolf whined at my failure to answer.
It was a tour of a club. Nothing could possibly make me fall in love over a tour. Besides, I didn’t think love was something I was capable of anymore.
“Yes. Thank you. I’d love to see it.”
Chapter Five
Evander
The omega had a thousand questions about the club and before I knew it, I was walking him through the various areas. There was nobody there who could be outed, which was the main reason no non-vetted people were allowed in. At least as I understood it. But splitting hairs like this was anything but my normal way of operating. Rules were there to be followed. Generally for good reason and even as I convinced myself that I was following the spirit, I knew better.
Not that it stopped me.
The omega’s interest and eagerness, combined with my wolf’s insistence in the background, had me guiding him inside. “Here in the entryway, members and their guests check their phones with the person manning the desk.”
“They do?” Hudson’s eyes were wide. “Why do they have to leave their phones? Do people lose them all the time or something?”
“It’s because they are cameras and the privacy of our members is very important to us.” I wasn’t going to get into it at this point, although if he ever came as a guest or joined, he’d soon learn that on any given night, there were politicians, celebrities, and a few people whose professions might lead to disapproval of their presence here. “So, for that reason, we ask everyone to check their phones. And, as you mentioned, they could get lost. Most people put their other belongings in a locker in one of the changing rooms anyway. A lot of the activities here require hands-free—or tied.”
He chuckled, but his gaze was darting around. The foyer did not offer any indication of what lay beyond. A small desk, acouple of padded benches, and the mini lockers for the phones along one wall.
“Ready to move on?”
“Okay.” He followed me through the doorway into the next area. “This isn’t what I expected. It just looks like a bar with lots of comfy seating.”
“This is the conversation area. The club is not just about kink. Members come in and sit, have a few drinks, something to eat…but come here and sit on this sofa.” I guided him over to the one I like to relax in on my nights off or sometimes a break. “And look straight ahead.”
“Oh. My.”
I sat down next to him. “Exactly. Most of the membership and their guests enjoy, even when they themselves are not participating, watching others enjoying themselves. Want a closer look?”
“I-I think so. Is it okay if I’m nervous?”
“Charming, actually. Come on, we’ll walk the stations, and you can ask me questions about any of them.” I stood and reached for his hand, pulling him to his feet before releasing him. “Ready?”
“Probably not.” But he walked alongside me as I moved from one station to another. Some, like the spiderweb, he passed without comment, but he seemed interested in the spanking benches and some of what seemed to be lower key attractions.
In fact, how exciting or intense any of them were depended on the dom or domme and their sub and what they chose to use the furniture or equipment for. Their choice, their agreement. But most newbies thought a spanking bench would be no-pain easiness.
After we came to the end, he was looking a little wide-eyed, so I asked, “Would you like to see my kitchen?”
“Is it just a regular kitchen, or do you…that is, are there…”
“Are you wondering if I might flip an omega over one of the prep tables and redden their behind to match the tomatoes?”
He smiled a little but nodded. “From your tone, that doesn’t happen.”
“No. Even though we’re a private club, we prepare and serve food, and as such, have certain standards we must maintain. It’s not sanitary to make apps on the same counter we just had a naked sub come all over.”
