“Anyone who enters Satisfaction must have their IDs on file and sign an NDA,” Mira says. “It’s to protect the guests. Mr. Morgan and you have been given a limited elite pass for the night. Because you haven’t provided your STI test results, you may not interact with any other members, other than to observe. However, you can try out any of the rooms you wish”—she grins—“with each other.”
Elite pass?
STI tests?
Observe?
“I’m sorry. Can you give Mr. Morgan and me a moment to discuss this?” I ask Mira, who simply nods and stands.
“Of course. If you decide to move forward, please provide your license and fill out this info.” She hands us each an iPad. “And then I’ll give you a private tour of the facilities. If you change your mind, I’ll be waiting outside to escort you out.”
Once she’s gone, I turn to look at Kane.
“What the hell is this?” I hiss.
Of course, he grins. “A sex club.”
“And why in the world would you think it would be appropriate to bring mehereon a first date? Or any date for that matter.” I stand, more than ready to leave, when Kane grabs my hand and pulls me onto his lap.
Instinctually, I try to push myself off him,but when his strong hands slide around my waist and down to my ass, I’m reminded of the last time we were in this position—with both of us naked and me riding him—and I freeze.
“Princess,” he drawls, and I glare, which only makes him chuckle. “I know you’ve got a stick shoved up your ass in public?—”
“Fuck you!”
“I’m definitely not opposed.” He grins devilishly.
“It’s not happening,” I reiterate. “Now, tell me why the hell we’re here. If you want to fuck other women, feel free. As far as I’m concerned, this sham of a marriage is in name only.”
“If I wanted to fuck other women, I sure as hell wouldn’t have brought you here,” Kane growls, tightening his grip on my waist. “Now, instead of making assumptions, take the stick out of your ass for a damn minute. From the little you told me during our night together, you have certain wants and needs, and what better place to explore them than at an exclusive sex club, where nobody is judging?”
I open my mouth to argue, but realize I don’t know what to say because he actually makes sense.
“I was invited tonight by the owner in the hope that I’d sign up,” he continues. “He obviously thought I was single at the time, but I figured we could check it out together. There are all types of relationships, including ones where the woman is given the control, like what you crave.”
“That’s rich, coming from you.” I scoff. “You might’ve given me the control that night, but the next day, you took it away.”
“I did what I had to do,” he says, refusing to show an ounce of remorse for forcing me to marry him. He lifts me off his lap and stands. “Now, do you want to check out this club or not?”
I want to be stubborn and demand he take me home, but I am curious about the place. “I’m not going to have sex with you. You can force me to marry you, but you can’t force me to have sex with you.”
“And I have no intention of doing so,” he says dryly. “The next time we have sex, it will be because you’re so desperate for my cock that you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”
“Over my dead body,” I mutter, grabbing the iPad to fill out the info.
There are a million questions, and I barely glance at them, wanting to get it over with so I can check out the place—and sate my curiosity—and then leave.
Once we’re done, Kane gets Mira and tells her we’d like her to give us a tour.
“Fantastic,” she says, pulling out her phone and tapping on it. “Looks like we have all the necessary information, and neither of you has any limitations, so let’s get started, shall we?”
She begins with showing us the private rooms on the second floor, which have king-size beds, elaborate bathrooms with massive bathtubs, showers that can fit multiple people, and plunge pools on the balcony.
“Is this like a hotel?” I ask.
“In a way,” she says as we head toward the elevator. “You can rent the room by the hour or for the night. It’s for members who are looking for the complete experience. We provide room service, and you can book a couples massage while staying in the suites.”
We enter the elevator, and she presses the number three.
