“Actually, yeah, I love baths. Granted, I don’t have all the bath bomb shit like you do, but nothing beats a hot bath to relax your body. And, of course, you need bubbles.”
I can’t help but picture him in my tub. He is so tall he would probably barely fit. Lucian, up to his chest in hot water and bubbles, candles lit while light jazz plays in the background. I snicker out loud at the thought without meaning to.
“What are you laughing about.” He asks.
“Just picturing you in a bubble bath with candles and jazz music.” I laugh more.
“Jazz? You know I hate jazz. Oh, and so now you are picturing me naked, huh? Got a feel of the goods this morning and can’t keep your mind off of it huh?” Now he is laughing, and I am mortified.
“No, not naked. You have those cut cucumbers over your eyes.” I go back to looking out the window, completely embarrassed and wanting to shrink into nothingness again.
He just laughs as he drives us back to my apartment. The last 24 hours have been an eye-opener for sure. His possessiveness at the bar, him caring for me through the night, and then this morning taking the time not to cause any more pain while helping me. He stayed all day in the ER with me, too. He always makes me feel safe and loved. It’s causing me to think that maybe we could be more. His actions are very contradictory tohow he used to behave with me. But there might be one huge issue: I’m not sure if he would be into the whole Dom/sub scene.
After Lucian moved to California and Mark dumped me, I decided to take time and figure myself out and discover what I was into. Shit, Mark was only the 3rd guy I was ever with sexually, so it’s not like I had much experience. I found KNKI and discovered that I am a submissive/brat. Which honestly makes sense. I like it when someone takes control and tells me what to do; it’s very soothing to me. It is funny, though, seeing as I used to get bashful from a sexual joke, and now, I realize I’m into some pretty kinky shit.
I started going to Vixens, and shortly after that, I met Theo. He was one of the most sought-after guys at Vixens. He is rich, powerful, and so damn good looking. He introduced me to the Dom/sub life, and I never wanted to leave. He opened my eyes to an entire world of pleasure, and he always seems to know exactly what I need. I loved pleasing him during our scenes, but up until today, I wanted more from him. It's an actual relationship, not just a contract for weekend fun. Granted, we have gone on a few dates, but nothing serious. It’s as if the weekends are a completely different life for me to live.
Vixens is amazing though, it is a kink club, or technically a pleasure club. It isn’t a brothel or anything like that. No, this is where people can come and hide away, immerse themselves in their deepest desires. It is all safe; everyone is tested monthly, and there is a huge NDA that everyone has to sign. The membership is a bit pricy, which is the only thing I use my trust fund money on. I pay for everything else in my life using my money.
*Snap Snap*
“Earth to Cassie. Did you hit your head this morning, too?” Lucian is snapping his fingers in front of me to get my attention.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
“I said, are you hungry? We could go grab an early dinner before we go back to your place.”
“Sure, you pick. You are the one who has been missing out on our incredible cuisine for the last nine months.” I mainly just don’t want to pick. I hate choosing a restaurant.
“How about pizza? We could go to Papa Pepperoni’s?”
“Sure, sounds good.” I can barely process what he said. My mind drifts back to Vixens. I wonder if Lucian knows that a place like that exists.
“Hey! What’s Vixens?”
“What?” Shit, did I just speak out loud.
“That building over there wasn’t there last year when we were here. What is it?”
“I think it is some kind of nightclub.” I lie, shit, I forgot Vixens is down the street from Papa Pepperoni’s.
“Hmm, maybe we can go sometime if you are up for some dancing. I wonder if it is like the ones in California. I know large crowds aren’t really your thing, but we could stay near the edges and see what it is like. Maybe we could all go on a Friday instead of doing D&D.”
The color drains from my face. If we go there, I will most definitely be recognized. Sure, they have once a month a public night where it is open to everyone to help entice new members. Those nights, it looks like an actual nightclub; the sex aspect is toned down a bit. But still, it would be so awkward if anyone I know there came up to talk; it would be game over. My friends would find out my dirty little secret. I could not handle that embarrassment. Nope, I will definitely not be going with them.
“Cass, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, you know how much I hate crowds. Makes me panicked just thinking about it. Let’s get some pizza. I’m starving!” Hopefully, he won’t bring it up again.
19. Lucian
As we pull up to Papa Pepperoni’s, my mouth is already salivating from the smell of pizza wafting out of the restaurant. It isn’t anything special, kind of like a dive bar-style pizza joint, but this place is home. Cassie and I used to come here at least every other weekend. Nothing beats their deep dish with their homemade secret recipe pizza sauce.
I pull out my phone and immediately text Jayme as we are walking into the restaurant.
Lucian-*Hey, do you know if FoxDen is associated with Vixens out here in New York? I’m assuming so just because of the name. *
Jayme-*Hey, dude! Yep, they opened that one about eight months ago. I think two more are going up on your side of the country within the next six months. It’s nuts. You going to go check it out? You just have to sign another NDA; the membership is good for all of them. *
