“Then they wouldn’t be together. People align their kinks with a suitable partner. I would never be with a sub who didn’t want to be watched.”
“So you’re a voyeur?”
“Yes. My submissive has to align with that.”
“What do you watch?”
“I come up here and watch all of this,” I say, gesturing to all of the scenes taking place right now. “I also enjoy watching my sub being fucked by a male submissive or a select few Doms that I know I can trust. Or I did before the cheating incident.”
“I don’t know how you can watch your woman being railed by another guy. Don’t you get jealous?”
“Not really. I get off on knowing she’s mine at the end of the day. I don’t allow any man to fuck her pussy. That’s only for me.”
“Man,” he says, scrubbing his hand over the stubble on his jaw, “I just think I’d lose it if a girl I was dating were fucking somebody else.”
“And a lot of people in here agree with you. Kinks are deeply personal. You should only do or allow what you are comfortable with.”
“What if you fall for someone who doesn’t like the same things?”
“I don’t know. That’s the honest answer. I’ve never put myself in a situation for that to arise. I vet submissives before entering contracts.”
“This is insane,” Eli protests, but he’s not walking out. His eyes are greedy as he takes in everything around us.
“Tell me, Eli, are you hard?”
“I…”
“It’s okay to be aroused right now. Everyone in this room is chasing that high. Try not to judge what you’ve never tried. Just let yourself feel it without recrimination.”
“Yeah, I’m hard as a fucking rock.”
“That’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. I gotta go.” He stands to leave, but he can’t look away as a sub approaches us.
“Would either of you like to play? Or both of you?” That’s the straw that broke the camel’s back. Eli weaves his way through the crowd with his head down, and it gives me pause. Is what I do here really so bad? I enjoy watching people fuck.
I fish my room key out of my pocket and hand it to the pretty redhead. “Room four. I want you in the standard position, naked.” Without another word, she disappears down the stairs, leaving me to watch a little longer.
Chapter 3
ASPEN
“Why are you waitressing when you want to be in the kitchen?” My best friend makes a valid point if it were anywhere else I took a job.
“Because just catching a glimpse of a chef as good as Ryder Stevens is like standing at the right hand of God.”
“Okay, but there are thousands of restaurants in Manhattan that would take you on in their kitchen. Your food is second to none.” She means well, but Jude doesn’t understand true genius when she tastes it.
“Compared to Ryder Stevens, my dishes may as well be from any fast-food dive on the block. He’s the youngest chef to earn a Michelin Star. He studied in FranceandItaly. He opened his first restaurant and made it the hottest place in Manhattan. Do you have any idea how good your menu and execution need to be to pull off any one of those achievements?”
“Geez, Asp, do you flick the bean to this guy?”
“Have you seen him?”
“No.”
I quickly search him on my phone and show her a picture. “Jesus Christ. Now I know exactly why you would want to workfor him. Under him. On him. Fuck, I think I’ll take up cooking. He’s hot as fuck.” She’s not wrong.
