“Fine.” She sighs. “He’s a Cunt King. A Casanova. A Cunnophile. A Co?—”
“A cunnophile?” I can’t keep up. Vale’s getting a PhD in this, and I’m in kindergarten.
She grins like the Cheshire cat. “A cunnophile is someone who gets off on eating pussy. Like you’re Meow Mix, twenty-four seven, you lucky bitch.”
“I can’t do this.” I fall against the lacquered drawersbrimming with naughty lingerie. “Vale, I’ve only had sex once, and now you’re telling me I’m with a premier penis?”
Her brows bounce. “Good one.”
“You know what I mean. How can I keep up with a man like that?”
“Simple. You’ll come with me tonight to the club. It’ll be like going to school.” See? She can read my mind. “You’ll get used to being around kinks and fetishes. Watch and decide what you think you’ll like and?—”
“But it’sNadine’sclub,” I stress. “She’s been like the coolest, youngest grandmother ever. But me? Going to hersexclub?”
She nods. “Nadine IS a sex goddess. That woman ate and left no crumbs of men. I heard she’s the premier Dominatrix.”
“Oh my god, Vale.” I laugh. “I just said she’s my grandmother. Eww.”
“Not by blood,” she titters. “Yeah, she was your mom’s friend and helped your dad out after she died. I get it. Nadine’s like your family, but she’s also savage. She won’t shame you for getting your freak on.” She grabs a huge dildo from the glass shelf, waving it. “Besides, you already know what your kink is, so you can tell your Pleasure Dom all about your LuvPounder.”
Shyness pinks my cheeks. Is my online past pathetic or perverted? Or worse, is it both? Who cares. “I’d die if he knew.”
“Alena”—she points the dildo like a teacher with a ruler—“you have sexual fantasies. We all do. Problem is, too many people feel shame about them when they’re actually your source of power.” Her gray eyes sparkle. “So, what if I can sneak you into the club? What if you go and just read the menu? That way, when your Pleasure Dom asks, you’ll know what to order.”
It does sound like a smart plan because I don’t want Loch to know why I’m so inexperienced. Why sex brings out my insecurities. “So, people can just watch? What if someone tries to, you know…”
I don’t want anyone but Loch.
Vale’s right; I want to hold on to him. I want to be his fetish, not another favor a man does for me.
“Easy,” Vale assures. “Mondays are black and white nights. If you’re open and ready, you wear black. If you’re watching and not sure, you wear white;youhave to initiate, not the other way around.”
I know the club is safe. Nadine would never tolerate a place where women are harmed. Still…
“But what about Nadine? Sure, she’d never judge me. But being seen in my pseudo-grandmother’s sex club is a thousand miles past my comfort zone.”
Vale spins on her Mary Janes, aiming for lavish lingerie on silk-padded hangers. “I’ve got the perfect long silk slip. It drapes and hugs in all the right places.”
She grabs the hanger, swinging the white dress like a matador with a red cape.
“Okay, yes,” I agree, “it’s stunning. Tits, pussy, and ass covered. But my face?”
Vale smirks as if I’ve challenged the devil to a sex duel… and she’ll win. “Oh, my nymph. I got you covered. Literally.”
Sauntering toward the lacquered drawers, she pulls one open. “You’re going to be the belle of the masked ball in this.” Lifting a white lace BDSM hood, she flaunts, “It covers your face, but leaves a hole for your mouth, and your hair flowing down. You can see through it, but they can’t see you. It’s hella hot. I’m almost jelly, but I’ll be working my look.”
Vale’s look is Wednesday Addams, the very adult version.
But my look?
The dress is beautiful. The mask is erotic, but “I don’tknow.” I sigh. “I’m not like you. I’m not skinny and confident and?—”
“No, you’re shy and curvy, and it’s hot.”
A deep voice whips my head around.
It’s that guy, Jace, Delta’s bouncer, interrupting us. I swear that man is a massive, inked Adonis in a suit.
